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The sun was slowly rising, breaking the night apart, and it dawned on Katara that today was frightening. In fact, every day was frightening. At least, whenever the sun was up.
She got up, washed herself, and went to practice her water bending. She needed to be on alert 24/7. Who knew when Zuko could pop out of nowhere? She filled her canteen with the cool, refreshing water of the river. Her eyes traveled across the stream, noticing little animals wandering here and there.
She sighed; there was nothing she could do, except practice her already perfect water bending skills and wait with absolutely no anticipation.
This was going to be fun…
She was afraid; there was no doubt about that. It was obvious Zuko was her match; what could she do except fight him?
She groaned; she did not like being afraid. She sat down on the soft green grass, her hands semi-consciously waving in the water.
It was a drag, waiting. She closed her eyes, imagining… happy things. Such as the time Sokka somehow managed to receive two fishhooks in his thumb. Or the time when-
There was a noise. Katara was sure of it. She looked around. It was as if something fast was moving, making noises in the wind.
Times like this made her wish Aang was here.
Of course, she was perfectly capable of handling herself, being a master of water bending; there was no doubt about that. But it was nice to have company, someone who watched your back in battle.
'Does Zuko ever feel this way? The only person he has is his uncle. Is that enough?' she thought. Her thoughts were silenced when she heard the fast noise once more. She readied herself by making a water whip. Her eyes perceived the images in front of her; no one was there.
Still, she stayed on alert. There was no telling what could happen if you weren't.
But it happened so quickly. A hand went around her mouth, preventing her from speaking. Another hand grabbed her wrists so she couldn't bend. She was stuck, and she knew it.
"I suggest you stop struggling; there's no point in it." A voice hissed in her ear.
Katara's eyes widened; she knew only one voice like that. It could only belong to one person.
Zuko.
He smirked; he caught her this time. There was no escaping.
She shivered as he talking against her. His breath was on her neck, and she did not dare look at him.
"I still want the Avatar, but I want you more."
She tried escaping, even while knowing there was no point. He was stronger than her, and he had the upper hand.
He did the unexpected.
He kissed her neck.
Katara was in shock. She wanted to yell at him, anything, to stop his kisses.
He hit her on a pressure point in her neck, and she collapsed.
He smirked as he saw her helpless body. But something told him not to take her, or even to destroy her.
'Why can't I kill her?'
He only needed her in shock, so he could easily render her unconscious. Kissing was one way to do that.
Of course, there were other ways, he knew.
He just didn't pay attention to them.
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