You guys probably hate me I haven't updated since…FOREVER! I Do write a lot of Zutara, Its just I only choose the really good ones I like to be included. And I pay close attention to your comments, which highlight a certain aspect about your persona, so I try to write within that.

Title: Fantasy

Word Count: 1788

Rating: T For Blood, and graphic scenes.

Author: Atashi

Summary: every one hundred years, the heart whispers a secret lullaby, which always leads to death.

They were both so very, very stupid. They both were. How the hell had they fallen in love, they were each other's enemies, they were better off without each other! Then why? why had the gods chosen those specific people to fall in love? Was it some sick joke that one could laugh at the expense of others?

Or was it plain idioticy, and desperation of the gods. Had they cut through the line of reality, and fantasy and squished it together to great a somewhat, realistic painting?

The gods were surely in a state of mind that was rotting with each dying second.

And yet, the two beings had fallen in love, despite their families differences, despite the borders of injustice they were crossing. And despite the war that was raging.

They, had found the space, and time to fall in love.

Truly, fall in love.

And yet, History does not always die on our lips.

History, is the present, and the future, it does not depart from the mind, or the soul. It does not depart from the ideals of a person, nor the morals or culture of a person.

It just, hides until it is deemed ready, to make love with the present.

"Move, Zuko…" Ozai's voice trembled against the walls, and rumbled against every crack of the falling empire.

Zuko's golden eyes, narrowed as he rooted his foot onto the ground. Watching his father, watching, and waiting for a swift death to approach.

Ozai's mouth twisted downward into a terrible snarl…

"MOVE BANISHED PRINCE!"

The words cut through Zuko's pride, and honor like a swift knife to the heart, breaking its defenses and allowing the beating form break off and die.

But Zuko stood his ground, no matter how hard his pride would break and break, no matter how hard his honor would threaten to leave him again, and again like an unfaithful wife.

And no matter how hard…it was to stand…with a knife grasping at your thigh.

"No, Father…this has gone on long enough" Zuko clenched his fist and the sparks started to fly…

Ozai's rumbling laugh boomed through out the buildings interior, throughout the kingdom of broken angels, and pleading statues.

"You think, of all my honorable family, you actually think you have the honor, the PRIDE to blatantly attack me…" Ozai took a step forward, and Zuko took a step back.

Ozai smiled cruelly.

"You still hold that fear of me in your heart that you always did…" Ozai chuckled, and the sky fell harshly.

The banging of drums, and the rumbling of feet rained against the earth, and the flames licked at the blurring blue and white figures, of painted faces…angry brethren, and broken men.

Naturally, it was an army of Water tribe warriors, that had forever stalked the Fire Lord, until he was drowning in his own, red, rich blood.

"OZAI!" A tall, dark man stood out of the crowd of breaking tribesman, and he held his spear proudly.

Zuko hastily turned around to see the band of swearing men.

Their eyes watched his own, as Zuko scanned the area for her…nowhere to be seen, nowhere to be seen…

Zuko looked intently towards the man in blue his face done with streaks of black, and whites against the tanned skin, and his eyes peering out from underneath the dark face.

Zuko landed on his knee, placed his hand against the ground and bowed his head toward the water tribe leader. Ozai's face…watched plainly at his son.

"Koda…I ask for your forgiveness…ple-"

"FORGIVENESS! YOU KILLED MY SON YOU FILTHY SON OF A-"

"NO!" A high pitched scream flooded out of the tribe, as a girl appeared and grasped the shoulders of Zuko's pleading form. She held it, as Zuko realized who the blue eyes belonged to…

"Katara…" He breathlessly stroked out against her cheek.

She was muddy, she was crying…and she was bleeding. All because of him.

She glared angrily towards her fuming father, as she held tighter against Zuko's form.

"Katara, Step aside so I may destroy this murdero-"

She shook her head violently, abandoned strands of brown hair fell against her face, and Zuko's ear.

"NO! I wont let you kill him! I WONT!" She looked up at her father with tear ridden cheeks.

Koda stepped back at her face, she was crying…what for? She could not still love this man, this man that had killed Sokka, his only son. His firstborn, she could not love this murderer of foul, and filthy blood.

She too, must be a murderer.

"Katara, please…step aside! This must be done!" He took a step forward, and heaven began to scream.

Zuko watched Koda intently, as his face screwed with anger. Everyone was going crazy, not just him, not just Katara…everyone.

Its no surprise either…Aang was nailed to a wall, and Sokka was killed. Koda had found Zuko gaping at Sokka's maliciously torn form, which was hanging limply from a tree. A pool of blood had formed where his arm was dripping the excess blood.

And Toph began to scream with each drip.

She went insane, with the dripping. She began to earthbend anything she could not see.

She was completely blind after that.

She ran into the forest, mad with revenge, hate, guilt…anger. And when they finally caught up with her. Katara and Zuko watched as Toph smiled.

"I'm going to see Aang now"

She edged towards the cliffs face.

And fell.

After that, Katara and Zuko had no Tears to cry anymore. There just wasn't the space, or the time to free fully cry their hearts out.

They just had to fight.

To survive, even if it meant a sure death.

The night before Ozai had decided to abrupt Sozens arrival, Katara and Zuko did not speak. All of their friends were dead. Zuko was blamed for the death of Katara's elder brother.

Zuko poked at the fire, and Katara stabbed at her fish. They didn't have any words for anything anymore. They were a mute together.

They did not have any words, that could describe the reality of this war, they did not have any words that could describe the love they still felt. It was as if the one thing worth living were their own hearts, and their own feelings.

So, on that day.

They made love to each other with more passion than one could describe!

It was exciting, exhilarating and amazing. It was something new they had not felt. It was something new they had never described to each other.

They were whole again, and for the rest of their love making, nothing mattered, not this war not the deaths of their friends. Not the excuses to not talk to each other.

They were there for now, and they would make use of their time together well.

But, in amongst their love making. Katara had cried each time. Repeating

'Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry.' As if, her living was a complete and utter death to the world, and unfair existence to those dead.

Perhaps, perhaps she only had cried, because Zuko refused to.

Perhaps she felt, that she needed to compensate for Zuko's lack of emotion.

Zuko knew this, but turned a blind eye towards it because it would only hurt more to know that the reason she was crying was because it was of his own faults.

And he turned a blind eye towards Katara's pleas for a quick, and subtle night.

Its funny how, when your desperate you search for anything that might sustain that desperation. Its funny how, when your in pain you search for that bright light, of revolution in your life.

And, isn't it funny…how even when you know its not your fault…but you feel as though you have to blame yourself because, if you don't. you will get named as I insensitive, and selfish.

Oh, Zuko and Katara had long got over it. They had long got over the fact they could always hear the earth blaming them for not crying, the birds mock them as they tried to smile. And the wind stabbing them as they tried to forget.

Oh yes, their existence was seemingly…inadequate to say the least.

The dead could not just forget about the living.

And now…the fight that had gone between Ozai, Zuko, Koda and Katara was already over when it began.

It was a meaningless battle. Ozai struck Koda at the front of his chest with lightning, and gold as one could imagine, and Katara had ducked with Zuko to avoid the blow.

Koda was slammed hard onto his back, as Zuko placed a pale hand over Katara's eyes as she fell silent.

Its all your fault, its all your fault its all your fault…apologize apologize apologize.

Zuko held her trembling form. And Katara's eyes laid themselves onto the ground and watch it insult her with its burnt arms, and torso.

"You DARE defy the Fire lord? I AM AGNI INCARNATE I AM THE FIR WITHIN AND AROUND! I AM THE LORD OF THIS LAND AND THE KING OF THIS WORLD!" Ozai's voice shook the land, and the sky's as the clouds gathered to form a death stricken note.

And as his voice ran through the veins of the land.

Zuko and Katara whispered into eachothers ears.

"Its allright Its allright its allright its allright"

Again, and again, and again.

Until all they could hear, were falling warriors and dying fathers.

It was when the sun had decided to peak out from the world that Zuko woke from fantasy.

Aang was not dead, and Toph had not nearly committed suicide within a cliff.

And Sokka, Sokka was not murdered, and hanging limply by a tree.

Instead, everyone was where they should be. Alive, and healthy. Sleeping among each other, and most importantly…

A warm, tanned back flush against his own, in his own sleeping bag, and brown hair against his pale face, and breathing, oh her breathing was what he loved.

Perhaps, History…Had decided to rot, and flake away along with the future.

For if Zuko had dreamt about it, then it would surely not exist.

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Um…yeah, pretttttyyy deep. Mum says I have an old, and wise soul…so, I don't know if this reflects that? Ehe…?