A/N: Sorry guys, I know that it's really short but after this things should pick back up again. I know I haven't updated in a while and in truth it was because I couldn't think of where to go with this story but I have some ideas now and I hope to have a couple more chapters up in the next few days. Thanks SOO much to all you that reviewed, I really appreciate it.

Chapter Seven

When Katara awoke the next morning her eyes were still red and puffy from crying. Her head hurt and she had had nightmares all night long. She stood up stiffly and walked to the door. She had come to a decision. If Prince Zuko wanted to pretend like none of this had ever happened then that was fine with her. But she was not going to go along with spending all her time in a tiny room. She had to do something, if only to take her mind off the terrible pain she felt deep in her chest every time she thought of the exiled Prince's face.

Get a grip Katara. She told herself sternly. He's only a guy. She walked over to the door and reached for the handle. When she twisted it, however, the door wouldn't budge. She stared at it in surprise.

"I don't believe this!" she muttered. "He locked me in!" She pounded her fist furiously on the locked door. "Of all the low down, dirty-" She was cut off when there was a click in the lock and Katara was forced to jump backwards to avoid being hit by the door.

"Well I see you're awake." Prince Zuko said as he walked into the room. "Here. This is your breakfast. Someone will bring you lunch and dinner later. We'll decide what to do with you when we reach land." He set a tray with food on it down on the bedside table and turned to leave.

"What! Wait! There is no way I'm staying in this little room all day long!" Katara's cheeks flushed with anger. "You can't do that."

He turned and stared at her coldly. "I believe that since this is my ship I can do whatever I want."

Katara met his gaze and they stood glaring at each other. Finally Katara broke the silence.

"You really don't have any feelings do you?" She was shaking she was so angry. Everything that had happened to her came rushing back. "You would think you'd have learned something from being banished by your own father but you haven't! You don't care about anyone or anything! Do you really think that your father will take you back just because you capture the Avatar! Well I bet he won't! You're so naïve! You don't care about anyone but yourself!" A little voice in the back of her mind was telling her this was wrong, she shouldn't say that, it was to hurtful, even if he did deserve it but she kept right on.

Prince Zuko's face was growing red as well and when Katara finally stopped yelling he looked like he wanted to strangle her. He took a step towards her. "How dare you say things like that." he hissed, his hands shaking. Suddenly he raised one hand in a fist. Katara winced and instinctively closed her eyes, expecting to feel his fist colliding with her face but instead he turned and punched the wall with all his strength, crying out in anger. When he pulled his hand back there was a dent in the wall. He turned and stormed out of the room. He was so angry he forgot to lock the door behind him.

Katara stared after him, guilt already taking hold. I can't think about that now. I've got to get off this ship before someone comes and realized that the door isn't locked. With that she crept slowly out the door and into the hall to look for a place to hide until nighttime. Then she would find someway to get off this blasted ship. She would have to find another way to stop Prince Zuko's plans against the Avatar.