Part Two: Sick

I take it back. I take it all back. All of it.

I will never speak a word against my sister's bending abilities ever again.

Here, I'm thinking Zuko's going to turn her into a roasted seal, and she's fighting like a genius.

She is kicking Zuko's ass.

It's fun to say that. I should say it more often.

"I must say that I'm rather impressed by your new tricks, peasant," Zuko says, pummeling Katara with a dozen fire blasts (she dodges them easily). "You've improved from last week."

Last week? What is he talking about?

"Maybe you're getting weaker, Zuko," Katara yells back. Did I mention how much I love her right now?

She throws him a water whip, which he avoids (she should have gone for his head).

Zuko stops and throws his last fireball away from her, to my side, missing my trap by a good six inches.

"Maybe you're getting delusional, Katara..."

Since when has he been on first-name basis with--wait. What is he doing? Why aren't they fighting any more? Why is he moving closer to her? Why isn't Katara getting away?

"Maybe it's your fault, Zuko." She's SMILING! And now she's moving towards him too. What the hell-

"Maybe it is," Zuko replies, still grinning like a wild animal. I could see their silhouettes in the moonlight as they stood in front of each other, waiting.

"So, what are you going to do about it?" Katara whispers. Whispers. This is so wrong-

"This." Zuko smiles wickedly and my stomach is freaking out and they lean in and they-

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What... the... FUCK?

I... this... ew... fuck fuck fuck... GAH!

My voice is still dead and I can't move a muscle. I'm hungry and paralyzed from the neck down in a cramped cage and MY SISTER'S MAKING OUT RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME.

With Zuko. Ugh. This is a horrible dream, isn't it?

Where the hell is Aang?

Stupid bald monks with Avatar powers and no sense of direction...

I wish Zuko was a monk, instead of a growling sexual predator on my gullible sister.

Because then I might actually feel sorry when I'm kicking his ass. But in that case, he'd be a celibate and all, and he wouldn't be hunting Aang or be with my sister. I guess that's kind of circular logic or something. Damn.

She cannot be possibly enjoying this.

Yue and I were definitely not this serious...

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"I have to go," she finally says as they break apart. I roll my eyes.

"You could always leave them," he says in his breathless voice, holding her hand.

"I can't leave Aang or Sokka!"

"But what about me? Can you leave me?"

"I... Well..." she stutters back. I groan to myself.

"You'll have to make that choice someday." He pulls her towards him for another kiss.

Just when I thought it was all over...

Okay, never mind. It was relatively quick.

"You could always join us," Katara says.

"Ha! As if!" Zuko snorts back. He took the words out of my mouth.

"Well, until next time, then, I suppose," she says softly. If this wasn't about my sister, I bet I would find this scene kind of endearing and cute and sad or something. I'm a romantic like that.

She turns to leave and then stops.

"Wait. I'm lost. You wouldn't know how I'd have to get back to camp, do you?"

Zuko raises his eyebrow.

"Please help me," she pleads, giving him the Katara Puppy Faceā„¢. No one can resist...

"All right, fine. We'll go look for your stupid friends. I'm leaving as soon as we find it, though. Your brother would probably impale me or something."

That's actually a good idea. I should do that after I stick my boomerang in his head, twist his neck and kick him until he cries.

"He's not so bad, Zuko. I bet you'll find that, once you put your differences aside, you two are really similar."

"Pfft," Zuko says.

My sentiments exactly.

Great. She not only obliterates my faith and trust in her, but also now leaves me while in the arms of her newfound Firebending prince-lover-boyfriend-thing. Alone. In the dark.

Hungry as hell on my freaking birthday.

Shit.