-Hello all, I'm back and obsessed with another anime! This time I've fallen for Avatar; the Last Airbender. Zuko is just so kawaii when he's mad . . .

Anyway, I got this idea when I decided once and for all that Katara has waaay to many faux boyfriends. That time with Jet, those long walks with Haru, that infernal pseudo-crush on Aang (He's to young for you, let it go,)

ANYWAY I officially declared myself a Zuko x Katara fan, then, lo and behold, I come back to my ancient refuge and find. . . .Zutara! Wow. It was incredible. So, here we go with my first every AVTLA fic. . . ((Insert Clever Title Here)), read and don't forget that little mauve-colored button on the bottom of this page. Reviews are appreciated.


Abduction

The black ship glided silently into the small cove. A boy, almost a man, was standing at the helm of the shadowed ship overseeing its progress from his vantage point. He was dressed in armor, unusual for him, as it was nearly midnight.

Suddenly the figure nodded and turned, making his way into the interior of the craft. A few minutes later, the ship crunched up onto the shore, making minimal noise, as instructed. A gangplank was lowered to the water's edge and the boy walked down, stepping onto the shoreline.

He scowled, his features twisted in aversion to the water lapping at his ankles. He hated getting wet. Continuing on, the boy was accompanied only by a few other soldiers, all dressed in similar armor. The boy walked swiftly but carefully, flitting in between trees, alert and watchful, wary to make a single sound.

He stopped and then continued on, slightly impatient with himself. Hours of meditating had done nothing to improve his breath control, or so it seemed if only because he could not seem to get enough air into his body. The boy paused behind a tree and motioned for his soldiers to stop with a hand gesture.

There, in the clearing, where the three people he had been chasing. The boy almost smiled for the first time in nearly two years, then stopped abruptly. There where only two in the clearing, the two water tribe rejects that where traveling with the one who could restore his honor.

The boy narrowed his eyes and snarled. The young savior was nowhere to be found, probably out for a nighttime stroll, or in his case, fly. The armor clad boy clenched his fists and thought. His eyes lit up and he quickly made his way over to the soldiers who had followed him, all waiting a few paces behind him.

He talked to them for a few minutes, then after the masked soldiers nodded in assent went and waited and watched from his post back at the tree. He watched as his men took the girl, still inside her sleeping bag and carried her between them. He watched as they boarded their ship with no signs of alarm from the camp. He watched as the men gently laid the girl in a cell and quietly shackled her to the wall farthest from the door. He watched as the entrance shut. He watched as the girl slept on and then he watched as the ship pulled out of the tiny inlet.

Then he stopped watching and went into his rooms to meditate on his next plan.

And the girl slept on.


It's a short chappy, I know, but they'll get longer I swear. . . .Or I at least hope they'll get longer. The next chappy will be up by either Saturday or Sunday, so just be patient with me, mkay Luvs? Till later

Heart Bender