Dilation
By: Junsui Chikyuu
February 12, 2006
Whatever it was they had said they'd seen in her.. well, it wasn't there now.
The thought that each had lied was possible, but with Aang, improbable and Haru, impossible; Jet didn't count anymore (in more ways than thoughts). Even though she knew they'd each meant those words, Katara found that, no matter from whose lips they came, they did not move her. She wished she could say it broke her heart to break Aang's (but what heart did she have anyway?). It had hurt to hurt him but she wouldn't lie about such an important subject. Not for the world. She wouldn't have it any other way.
Only when Zuko, the-great-scarred-one, bane of her existence, Prince of Nastiness and Other Generally Unpleasant Things, began to mock her (lack of) choice did she begin to doubt herself. Should she have settled for Haru? For Aang? Was he the great love and powerful bender she was destined for? Somehow she doubted it. She doubted that her original feelings could be so wrong. Aang was like a little brother or cousin. Someone she liked and liked to be around. But to kiss him? No.
She looked at Zuko, who looked back at her, clearly perturbed and rather pissed off at having been seemingly ignored.
"Answer me, you little slut!"
She stared at him, completely mystified by the thin lines of his lips, the bobbing of his throat, the swishing of his hair as he stomped up to her and grabbed at the collar of her robes and shook her, his scar, his eyes... His eyes were beautiful. Completely focused on her for the moment. And all of these random things together suddenly interested Katara very much - so much more than she was sure they had any right to.
"I said - "
"I heard you." There was a pause. "Why am I a slut?"
The prince blinked at this, as if he had no idea what she was on about or what he'd even said. His hands, still fisted in the cloth of her robes, trembled in anger and confusion as the nasty things he'd wanted to say to her curled up in his throat and would not come out.
His honor, he seemed to remind himself, would not let him destroy her own without proof - of which he had none nor wanted any.
She was sick, Katara noted to herself. Not sick and tired, but just sick. Because at that moment when Zuko glared at her he seemed very handsome very handsome she thought. And had she been in any sort of mind at all (especially her right mind) she might have shook herself of the compulsion. But tonight was a thoughtful night and she wasn't thinking particularly clearly.
She threw her head forward and pushed her full lips onto his thin ones. When he saw her move he tried to pull back fearing some form of attack. But even his reflexes weren't that fast and when their lips touched he froze and his eyes widened so much that the gold was drowned in a sea of white.
AN: This was supposed to be way longer but I kinda lost my train of thought... So if I get the inspiration I'll finish but for right now it'll stay as is... Thank you.