Zakuro.

Warnings:

- Zuko – girl. Yes, I'm weird, but quite honestly, I don't care. If you don't like, get lost, I don't want to read your review.

- May contain bad language, sex, violence, blood and death. In this chapter: Nothing.

Info:

- Sokka/Zuko. Aang/Katara. Don't like, don't read.

- A sorceress has transformed Zuko into a girl. Why? Because it's a disguise, of course. Firstly, to escape his sister, and next, to try and capture the Avatar. He'll never recognise a female Zuko, which means that he can surprise the Avatar and finally catch him! Perhaps he could hide in a village, and get the avatar when he's passing through? Maybe.

However, things don't go as he planned.

Author's comments:

- Yes, Azula believed Zuko was a prostitute. Why? Azula is a crazy bitch. And what was she to think, storming into her uncle's tent when he was in there with a half-naked girl?

- The he's and she's were put in there on purpose. It may be confusing, but I have checked the he's and she's multiple times. Eventually they will mostly be "she's".

- In this chapter, the cut on her foot is not mentioned. I have NOT forgotten about it, have no fear.

- Thankyou SO much to my 7 reviewers for the last chapter. I really appreciate your support!

Sokka was sulking as he failed once again to thread a needle. He twisted his mouth in concentration, trying to get the navy thread through the tiny hole in the needle. He was hunched over against the wind caused by flight, Appa soaring through the clouds. Katara called back to him, "Managed it yet, Sokka?" Sokka huffed, and Katara laughed. "I have to say…according to your logic, girls are better than boys, huh?" She was referring to the comment made earlier by her brother. He had asked Katara to fix the tear in his shirt, but she had bluntly refused when he called it "women's work."

Sensing the impending argument coming on, Aang interrupted, "Hey, guys, we're gonna stop now. For some water!"Looking over the side of Appa, Katara could see a long river winding its way through the hills. She could see smoke rising to the west, indicating a camp. "Careful Aang, go down river a bit more, we don't want to be caught by whoever's at that camp"

They descended gradually and came to stop on the dirt ground. Appa grunted and shuffled to the water, lapping it up. Sokka, Katara and Aang slipped off his back, and Katara and Sokka immediately had a fight about whether or not to set up camp here. Katara won with Aang's support – the sun was low on the horizon, and stopping next to a water source would definitely be a bonus. They had learned their lesson from previous camps, and always slept a couple of hundred metres away from the running water. Sleeping next to a river meant that they couldn't hear anyone coming, but a short distance away was convienient.

Tonight Aang was setting up the tent, Katara was gathering firewood, and Sokka was gathering food. Still sore about his losses that day, Sokka was muttering to himself angrily as he picked berries. He plucked the red berries off the bush, one in the bag, one in his mouth, repeat. He licked his lips free of the red juice, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. He could hear the running water of the river now, and debated going fishing. Maybe if he came back with plenty of food, Katara would consider mending his shirt. Then again, knowing her, probably not. The bag was pretty full by now, and there weren't a whole lot of berries left on the bush, so Sokka moved on to the next bush. He was right next to the river now, and looked down into the clear water, looking for fish. When there were none in sight, he turned back to the bush. After a few more minutes of berry picking, Sokka decided he had enough, and turned to go. Bending down to refill his water skin, he got a terrible shock. A limp pale arm was resting across the rock. Stepping back in shock and nearly dropping his bag of berries, Sokka almost shrieked. Mentally congratulating himself on being a man and staying quiet, Sokka knelt down on the river bank. Lying in the shallow water was a girl, pale skinned and dark haired. He couldn't see her face for the long dark hair strewn across her face and shoulders. The current was rocking her slightly, Sokka suddenly realizing that she was naked. So what was a teenage boy in the middle of the forest confronted by a naked corpse of a totally hot girl supposed to do?

"KATARA!"

Katara wasted no time in dragging the girl out of the water, Aang assisting. When she yelled at Sokka to help, he replied with the very unmanly, "But she's NAKED!"

The other two, of course realized this, but currently the chance of saving a girl's life was more important. Aang pulled the mass of hair away from her face. Katara felt for a pulse, and found an exceedingly weak one. Katara announced that the use of bending could solve this problem. Sokka rolled his eyes, but Aang agreed. "Open her mouth," said Aang to Katara, "I'll get her breathing again." Katara pried her mouth open and plugged her nose. Aang concentrated, sending a stream of air down her throat, inflating her lungs. Her chest rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell. Suddenly she choked, and Katara quickly turned her head, so she wouldn't choke on the vomit which rose. Instead it splattered everywhere, Sokka almost squealing as he attempted to avoid it. Katara gave him a dirty look. She put two fingers in the girl's mouth and wiped it out, before turning the girl's head back again. She leant down, and feeling her breath on her cheek, Katara sighed in relief. "Well, she's alive. Let's get her back to camp. Sokka?"

"What?" he said, voice on the edge of panic.

"Well, you're the big manly man, you carry her. She probably weighs more than either Aang or I, you do it."

"No way!" he squeaked, holding his hands up in front of himself.

"And why not?" she said, standing now, hands placed on hips.

"She's…naked."

"So? Get over it. We didn't have time to bring a blanket or anything when we rushed over here because you were screaming in fear."

So, reluctantly, Sokka slid his hands under her knees and back, and head held high so he wouldn't see anything, and hefted her up into his arms. She WAS heavier than Katara (and Aang, but he was only 12, so he didn't count). He didn't look down, carrying her the whole way to the camp, nearly tripping over roots, logs and other obstructions that he missed on the ground. Katara told him to 'watch where he was going', to which Sokka did not reply.

When they got back to camp, Aang volunteered his bed, and Sokka put her down there. It was only after Katara covered her up with a blanket that he looked at her. It was only now that he noticed loose twine wrapped around her ankles, which were poking out of the end of the blanket. The twine seemed to be frayed – maybe scratched apart on a rock? Her feet were red from cold and lack of circulation. His gaze traveled up from her feet to her face, which he could see now. She was plain looking, completely unremarkable. Not pretty, but definitely not ugly. "Sokka, stop staring, and do something useful!" called Katara. Sokka scowled, "I didn't even look at her when she was naked!" Katara didn't seem to care, she was busy starting the fire. Aang, ever helpful, asked Sokka to come and help him with the tent. So Sokka slouched over, with one backward glance at the girl.

It was later when they were eating that the girl started stirring. Katara had been back after starting the fire and dried her off. She discovered that the girl had twine around her wrists too, and sliced it off. She had toweled the girl's black hair, but couldn't brush it, so it was still all tangled. Aang had dragged the bed closer to the fire to warm her up. It gave them all a shock when she started up, scrambling to her feet and then immediately collapsing. Aang jumped over, gliding slightly. "Are you okay?"

The girl's blazing golden eyes widened, and she opened her mouth, but snapped it shut immediately. Zuko had been about to growl 'Avatar…' but had realized in time that he was in disguise. "Yes." She muttered lowly, looking down. It was then she found out that she was naked. Surprised, she immediately dived for the blanket that she had kicked off before, wrapping it around herself. "What are you staring at!" she snapped at Katara and Sokka, who were looking at her in astonishment. They immediately averted their eyes, but Aang persisted, huge grin plastered on his face. "I'm Aang. What's your name?"

Zuko wondered how it was possible to fit such a large smile on a regular sized face. When glaring didn't faze the 12-year-old, he sighed, "Zu…Zakuro." Zakuro had been the name of one of the ladies in his father's court whom he had admired greatly. She had been a strong independent woman, and a master at firebending. It was a tradition of honour to take someone else's name. Usually people of the fire nation would name their children after an honoured relative.

"Cool name!" Aang exclaimed, childish joy written all over his face, "These are my friends, Sokka and Katara." He gestured to each of them. Katara smiled at her, and Sokka scowled. Katara stood and said kindly.

"Do you want to borrow some of my clothes? You should be able to fit into them, we're not that different in size..."

Zuko…or rather, Zakuro, nodded, not really knowing what to say. Katara led her off behind the tent, and could be heard having a one-way conversation by the boys. Aang floated over to sit next to Sokka. "She's pretty, isn't she?"

"Not really. Princess Yue was prettier."

Aang closed his mouth, huffing at this deadpan answer. It was moments later that Katara and Zakuro reappeared, now both clothed. Zakuro did fit into the clothes, though she was smaller in the chest and wider in the hips, the result of being extremely physically fit. Muscles thickened her legs and flattened her stomach and chest. She had well-defined arms, which couldn't be seen for the wide sleeves. She kneeled on the ground in front of the fire, not saying anything. "Hey, Zaku, did you want to use my comb, get those knots out of your hair?"

"Don't call me that. Yes."

Katara frowned slightly at the rudeness, but handed her the comb anyway. She tried to pull the comb through her hair, and eventually, the bird's nest of dark tangles became long straight black hair. It was still damp, and to keep it tidy, Katara plaited it down her back, drawing it back from her face, neatly behind her ears. Even plaited, the hair went all the way down to her waist. Katara bound it with a blue ribbon, then stood back to admire her work. Zakuro didn't say thank-you, and didn't accept any food that night. She slept on the ground, on top of a blanket.

She was rude, quiet and uncaring. Sokka didn't like her.