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Chapter 5

Hate

Ed groaned. "Great. Do you think Mustang had anything to drink before he sent us here to get killed by Envy? When I get back there, I'll rip his face right off. Al, could you wrap some more bandages on me? Ow…dammit…I can feel more blood coming…." Al nodded and placed bandages around Ed's body. Katara looked horrified at the blood. Ed noticed and smiled.

"It doesn't look that bad. It'll heal soon." Ed said calmly. But Katara shook her head.

"Hold on" she said firmly. She ran to get her canteen off her drowsy brother's neck. When she came back, she bent down and started to perform a healing technique. The water circled its way around Ed's body and underneath the bandages, cleaning the wound and making it less visible.

"There….this will help heal your wound heal faster…" Ed quickly grabbed her hand. Katara gasped as he pulled her closer to his face.

He smiled mischievously. "Heh, thanks-…but I told you….it's not that bad." Katara's heart skipped a beat. His lips were dead center, so close that his could've touched her own. Katara could now notice the pure gold color of his eyes, and his golden blond hair. Katara went scarlet.

General Iroh chuckled. "Oh…young love….haha…hey Zuko….watch them and you too can learn to act smooth like that Ed fellow." Zuko snarled.

"Uncle, please. I don't have time for this. Ow- help me up and OW.-" Zuko's attempt to stand up failed. He fell to the ground and his badly bleeding arm was searing in pain. Zuko bit his lip, as Iroh tried to bring him up again.

Katara turned. She just stared at him. She tried to pretend that she didn't hold a single ounce of pity for him, but deep down she knew he was hurt far worse than Ed. There were puddles of blood on the floor. Aang, who had tried to wake up Sokka and Momo this whole time, noticed the blood too.

"Zuko…" Aang breathed. "Stop walking and -"

"SHUT UP! This doesn't mean I'm still not going to get you a- ow…." Zuko bit his lip. Iroh got more herbs from his bag and placed on Zuko's arm, then wrapped bandages around the wound.

"Quit your moving, Zuko. It'll only make things worse." Iroh exclaimed.

"I'm fine." Zuko continued to walk a little, staggering as the blood dripped from his bandages and on to the floor. "Dammit" Zuko whispered.

Katara couldn't take it anymore. "Zuko, shut your stupid mouth and sit down before you die from loss of blood." She went to him and started to perform the same healing technique she did on Ed. " Now hold still and let me clean the -"

Zuko glared at her with a burning flame in his good hand.

"What? I'm trying to clean your wound and heal it so you won't die. That's all I can do right now, isn't it?" She said as she continued to let the water circle his wound. Zuko got angrier and angrier by the second.

"Don't touch me peasant, you'll be getting my wound dirty! I f you want to help, go jump off a bridge or something! I especially don't need help from you!" Zuko said as he pushed her back with his fire.

Ed and Al, accompanied by Aang, had already gone to sit on top of Appa. Apparently, Ed didn't believe the bison could fly. They were all ready to leave, and were waiting for Katara.

Katara, with a murderous shine in her eyes, got up and looked Zuko straight in the face. Zuko noticed that she was on the verge of tears.

"I can't believe I even felt sorry for you! Am I really that different from you, prince Zuko? Because I'm poor and I'm not royalty…it makes me SO much different from you, doesn't it? And to think I was going to actually heal your wound and maybe …just maybe be friends with you…I must've been high or something because I would NEVER IN MY LIFE HELP SNOBBY, RICH, PIECES OF DIRTY SHIT LIKE YOU! ……I HATE YOU ZUKO!" Katara yelled and slapped him in the face. She ran to Appa and seated herself next to Aang, her back turned towards Zuko.

"Ouch." Iroh said. "Tsk, Tsk, Zuko"

Zuko didn't even hear his uncle. He put a hand to where she had slapped him. He tried to ignore it, but he couldn't help notice that what she said hurt more than his wound. She hated him. Hate. It was like a knife that stabbed him a thousand times. Thanks to his father and the loss of his mother, hate was what Zuko had always known. But now it was different.

Before Zuko could figure out why, the world seemed to slip away. Aang ran towards him as fast as he could. Iroh quikly stuffed balls of white flowers and medical herbs in Zuko's mouth, as Zuko collapsed on to the ground on his own pool of scarlet blood.

HOORAAYY! The…which chapter is this? Oh..right..the fifth chapter…well…the next will be a whole lot better…thanks for the reviews! J