Hi everyone! The next chapter's here!
Warning: So, in the beginning of this chapter there will be a few thoughts about kissing and making out. It is from a rather adult point of view, although there are probably teengares out there thinking the same thing. I tried to explain and justify everything, and if you absolutely don't want to read any of this just skip to "So it's true then?". Also, drunken people will be mentioned, a not so nice word for breasts, and not so nice words for women in short clothing. This chapter is from Katara's POV, and I kind of imagine her looking down on things like that, that's why the language is a bit crude.
The main characters in this story are also all adult (albeit not always acting like it), from nineteen to twenty-three, and they don't think like thirteen year old girls. I'm trying not to directly address adult topics, but to imply them, but either way, in a few chapters, I'm probably going to ask something about the rating, as I don't know yet if I should keep this story child-friendly or more realistic.
Anyway, please enjoy the next chapter!
I do not own Avatar The Last Airbender, nor its characters.
Chapter Eighteen
Katara had never before kissed a boy she hadn't at least fallen for. The total of all the boys she had ever kissed was three actually. There were Jet, Shoji from that one party when they had played truth or dare, and Aang. Since Katara had only kissed Shoji once and very shortly and without tongue she didn't really count it. It was not the same thing as kissing someone in a relationship.
But despite only having really kissed in a relationship, Katara knew that kissing someone one wasn't in a relationship with wasn't a bad thing to do, as long as both people weren't in relationships. It didn't only serve to communicate love, but also to satisfy a physical need. Kissing was fun, kissing was nice, it was enjoyable, and it was, of course, nicer when one could kiss someone one was in love with, but kissing itself was nice, too. Katara had never shied from kissing someone she didn't love, although the opportunity had only been there once, playing truth or dare.
And now, it had happened again, only that it was more than an innocent truth or dare. Kissing Zuko for pretending to be his girlfriend, or for learning how to play his girlfriend without having feelings for him was still different than just kissing someone to enjoy kissing. But lately, it had got more enjoyable.
Kissing Zuko had gone… a little out of hand sometimes. It was still mostly just kissing, but it wasn't slow and shy anymore. It wasn't exploring. It became passionate and wild.
It was hard to remain professional when one so wanted to kiss and be kissed. Kissing was nice, Katara knew that. And she knew just because she enjoyed kissing even though she wasn't in love with the person she kissed, didn't mean anything bad about her. The older women from her old village would probably object, but Katara was a more modern woman. She was a woman who allowed herself to enjoy herself. And she really, really much enjoyed herself with Zuko's lips on hers.
Last week, when she had touched him, while kissing, his hands had found their way to her hips, and it had only intrigued her even more. There had been no real snogging so far, but Katara was almost sure that Zuko wanted it just as much as she did. It was just… difficult. Complicated. They were kissing in order to learn how to behave as a couple with each other, but if the kissing alone already meant more, namely enjoyment, then how could snogging be justified?
Katara was fairly sure Zuko didn't want to have that talk, and that was why he was keeping back.
But sitting on his bed, kissing him, touching his chest and stomach… It made her feel a lot of things, and none of them were professional. In the beginning, she had analysed the way Zuko kissed so that she wouldn't really enjoy it with all her senses, but she'd figured that she as well might.
His hands were on her hips, but one was slowly, painfully slowly, creeping up her back to entangle itself in her hair. She gasped and bit him lightly in his lower lip, which caused him to pull her closer. Her stomach fluttering, Katara wondered if this would be the moment when he would let them do more, she was so desperate to see him without a shirt, and to touch his skin, and to feel his weight on top of hers. He angled his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue plunging into her mouth, playing with hers, and she almost moaned, as she took a deep breath.
Some small, perverse part of her was actually happy that Zuko had asked her to be his fake girlfriend, because she got to kiss a handsome young man. She didn't know how long it would have taken for her to get a kiss from someone again, if she was just normally single.
Katara was a very physically affectionate person. She enjoyed cuddling and hugs, but she also liked the sensations a man could wake in her body. And being without that for long… Katara didn't really want to think about it.
She pressed herself subtly closer to Zuko's chest, pressing her breasts against him, as her hands wandered up to wave them through his hair. There was no gel in it, just soft, falling hair, completely at her disposal, and she could mess it around like she wanted to.
Suddenly, the door burst open, and a shrill, female voice declared: "So it's true then!"
Katara quickly entangled herself from Zuko and skidded more than a metre away from him. She felt self-conscious for a moment, but at the same time she wondered what woman could just barge into Zuko's room with either Jet letting her through or having a key to the flat herself.
When Katara looked up, she had her answer.
Azula was standing in the door, hands on her hips, feet at shoulder-width. She wore wide, grey dress pants, which were tightened by a large, red belt around her waist and showed off her slim upper body, which was clad in a tight black blouse. Her hair was up in a fancy swirl. Katara didn't even know how to call that style, but she guessed there were a lot of hairpins and hairspray involved. Two strands of hair framed Azula's beautiful, heart-shaped face, which was clad in too much make-up. Katara still caught herself wondering what eyeshadow and lipstick Azula used. Honestly, it looked like straight from a make-up ad. The lipstick was matt and not the least bit smudgy.
"Azula!" Zuko called out, sounding shocked. "What are you doing here?!"
She rested her gaze on Zuko, narrowing her eyes at his tousled hair. "What I'm doing here? Oh, I don't know. Trying to keep my image as a good sister who met your girlfriend before the horrible family lunch, as I wasn't the first person to know about her?!"
Katara grimaced and flinched slightly. She understood Azula. How weird.
Zuko glanced at her, before turning back to his sister. "It… er…"
Oh gods, had he really not thought about what to say to his sister?
Zuko huffed. "It's not like you would welcome her with open arms. You can't blame me for not telling you!" he scoffed.
Azula's eyes narrowed, which actually looked very dangerous. "Who else am I to blame? Of course, I'm not happy you're with Miss Bossy, but I would have liked not having to find out through Father! Through Mother, okay, but definitely not through Father! This was embarrassing, Zuko. It is totally unacceptable!"
Zuko took a deep breath. "Okay, look. My last girlfriend was your best friend. You were mad at me for her breaking up with me for weeks! And you and Katara hated each other at school! So, I kind of put telling you off…" He ran a hand through his hair. "Sorry, okay?"
Azula regarded him, then her, and Katara didn't like that look one bit.
"Fine, I understand. I still don't understand why you're with her, though," she said, throwing a disgusted glance Katara's way. "She's so… common."
Katara's hands turned to fists as she glared daggers at Azula, ready to defend herself, although she didn't really know how to retort. Urgh, this felt like high school all over again!
"Why I'm with her is not your concern, Azula. It's my choice. And you wouldn't want to repeat such an insult!" Zuko snarled, albeit not very venomously. His anger seemed to boil under the surface.
Azula flashed a smiled at him. "Of course not, Zuzu," she drawled. "Let's see how she'll handle it all, shall we?" Smirking, her eyes went back to Katara, who hadn't stopped glaring at her.
This girl was the devil. Katara had always known, and she was sure that just because Zuko and the rest of his family were not bad, this wouldn't mean anything for Azula.
"Tamara or whatever your name was… If you want to stand next to Zuko, you might give denim and jersey a wild berth from now on. Just try not to look too common, as I wouldn't want you to insult the family image," she fluted.
Zuko jumped up from his bed, striding towards his sister. "That's enough! I won't have you insult her like that! Leave now!"
Katara swallowed and fought the urge to look down at herself, in blue denim and a white t-shirt. She wasn't even wearing a blouse. When Katara thought about it, she didn't think her style had much changed since her teenage years. She had found more things she liked, and she had become more confident, but seeing Azula business-like, but still on the ready for a picture of a paparazzo that might turn up in a newspaper in a few days shocked her a bit.
She realised that pictures of Zuko and her could turn up in newspapers, too. Gods, just what had she agreed to?
"It's all okay, Zuzu. That was just a bit small talk. Just think about Dad's campaign, okay?" She padded Zuko's cheek, as if he were the younger sibling, before she left.
Zuko slammed the door shut behind her and immediately went to Katara, sitting down next to her. "I'm so sorry about that. Azula can sometimes…"
"… be a bitch? Don't worry, I already knew that. I was in the same year at Ba Sing Se's as her, you know," she said, trying to sound dryly, as to not let on her true feelings.
Zuko grimaced. "Still. She shouldn't have said things like that."
Katara gnawed on her lower lip, as she rubbed her hands over her thighs. "Yes, I know. But she's kind of right. I don't have the appropriate wardrobe to be the girlfriend of one of the most desirable bachelors of Elementia. Your father could become president. You're already part of high society."
He suddenly looked very uncomfortable. "Well… I don't know a lot about fashion for women, but I know that my father would force me into dress pants, if I ever turned up in jeans somewhere."
Sniffing, Katara folded her arms. "This is stupid. But I guess I could get some nice things for the lunch, too." And not just for the gala.
"You haven't got your salary yet. I can give you part of it earlier if you need money for shopping," Zuko proposed, and something very uncomfortable settled in Katara's stomach. She felt close to sick, and the feeling felt a little like guilt. She only nodded.
"Alright." Licking her lips, she platted her hair before turning around to look at him. She let a smile dance on her lips, although it wasn't totally real. "Good, thanks. Any advice on the choice of clothes?"
He pressed his lips together, before he let himself fall back on his mattress. "Pooh, I don't know! Father didn't say anything to me about the way you were dressed when you met him. But I think it would be wise to dress more formally for this lunch. We're meeting at the Volcano Club, and a lot of Father's acquaintances and friends eat there very frequently, too. It would be important to Father to present a good and formal image. But he wants to highlight your origin, so maybe wear something blue?"
Katara bit down on her lip. "I have a nice, blue jeans dress. Maybe I could find something like this, only made from a different fabric. Can it be knee length?"
Zuko shrugged. "I guess."
She rolled her eyes at him, before lying down next to him and supporting herself on one elbow. "You don't really know anything about fashion, do you?"
He flashed a grin. "Not about female fashion. I know enough things for men."
What? That you had to dress as snobbily and poshly as possible? "You think so?" Katara asked with one raised eyebrow.
Zuko narrowed his eyes at her. "Yeah? Or don't you think so?"
Suppressing a grin, she shrugged and extended one hand to ruffle through his hair. "For example your hair. It looks so much nicer when it's down. You kind of look like an Asian Malfoy when it's combed or slicked back."
"I look like who?"
She blinked at him, his eyes wide and forehead furrowed. He really didn't know who she was talking about.
"I give up," she announced dryly, before hoisting herself up and walking to his desk to grab her bag which was lying on his chair.
"No, wait, Katara!" he moaned, and she heard him getting up, as he quickly approached her.
She pretended to be busy with her bag, wanting to know what he would do, if she wouldn't turn around. For a while, he just seemed to stand there, before his hand grabbed her wrist.
"You can't just say you don't like my hair, compare it to someone else's, and then not wanting to tell me who you are talking about!" he complained in a stressed and slightly annoyed tone.
She glared at the desk. Why couldn't he sound more like a child when he complained like every normal guy did! But Kasaishi Zuko, of course, still kept the raspy tone! He didn't even sound whiny.
"It's not that I don't like your hair, I just didn't like your former hair style. And it's just from a book. Or a film, since I talked about your hair style," she murmured, before whirling around and glaring at Zuko, stabbing a finger into his chest. "And if you want this fake relationship to work, we have to put up a few more rules, mister!"
His eyes widened, as he looked at her, almost shocked, as his eyebrows wandered higher, behind his fringe.
"Tomorrow, we will watch a film, and you will be completely silent throughout it, is that clear?" she demanded, probing her finger into his chest.
Zuko snatched her finger away, holding her hand by her wrist down between their bodies. "What is this about?"
The fact that she even had to explain why she reacted like this! "This is about Harry Potter! Don't tell me you don't know that! It's an absolute must to attain basic social skills" She put on her best I'm-the-reasonable-one-here voice.
"Oh, er, no, I've heard of it," Zuko murmured, looking off to the side, slight pink colour rising in his cheeks.
She patted his chest with her other hand to get his attention back. "Okay, I've got to go now. It's late. But tomorrow, film!"
He raised an eyebrow. "But that means you have to watch some of my favourite films, too!"
Katara opened her mouth to tell him that Harry Potter was not her favourite film, it was general knowledge, but that would be a lie. The films were some of her favourite ones.
"What are you doing tomorrow?" Zuko asked, his voice suddenly a low murmur, and she realised that they were standing very close to each other, him still holding her wrist.
"Er… Probably nothing, really. I still have holidays, and tomorrow is Sunday. I would have gone to my parents for lunch, but Mum took an extra shift at the hospital, and Dad will probably only watch rugby." She rolled her eyes.
"Then stay."
"What?"
He looked up to stare at the wall over her shoulder. "Well… We could just make a marathon tomorrow this way. We could start at breakfast, and then… At the end of the day, I would already know more about Harry Potter than I would have if you would just come over in the evening."
Katara considered this.
Jet knew they weren't really together, so he wouldn't ask questions about why Zuko would sleep on the couch. She could sleep in his bed alone, just like he had told her in the beginning. She also didn't have anywhere to be. And she was kind of curious to use Zuko's shower. He had mentioned once that it had a rain function. Katara had never showered like that before.
And a Harry Potter marathon? That sounded like a really cool thing, Katara had never done that before, and she also wouldn't have known with whom. Toph couldn't see, Sokka made stupid comments every time they watched a film, and Aang didn't like Harry Potter.
"Have you been to England before?" Katara quickly asked Zuko, sounding completely out of context.
"Yes…?"
"And did you have to attend a cooking course there, too?" She was practically vibrating with excitement.
Katara had always wanted to eat something English, the dishes in the Great Hall of Hogwarts had always looked so good. Especially those on Halloween with all the sweets.
"Yes… er, how about just some English breakfast and scones in the afternoon? I'm pretty sure we have everything I need here to make those," he trailed off, looking in the direction of his kitchen, his brows furrowed, as if he would mentally go through all the cupboards.
Katara beamed, as she noticed he had understood her trail of thoughts.
"This sounds fantastic! Alright, so, I sleep here, English breakfast tomorrow, Harry Potter films, and scones! Er, what are scones? And what exactly does an English breakfast contain?" Katara asked tentatively. "Please don't say there's papaya in it. I hate papaya."
Zuko blinked at her, looking surprised and as if she had said something incredibly stupid.
She mentally braced herself to defend her assumptions.
"Oh no, didn't you know the UK was famous for its papaya groves, as it is such a tropical country?" He smirked down at her, and Katara needed a moment to understand his sarcasm. Zuko was so rarely sarcastic, funny, or anyhow not serious that she always needed a moment to process it.
"They like tea, don't they? And that doesn't grow there, too!" Feeling like she won this, she quickly moved around him, walking towards the door, where she stopped to look at him. "I'm going to the bathroom. You can bring me a towel and a toothbrush. And I'd like to take a shower and would like to know what shower gel I can use. And I need a pyjama. As you're my boyfriend, I'm sure you won't mind sparing a t-shirt for me, right?" She smiled sweetly at him, waiting for his dumbfounded facial expression to disappear and making place for an amused one, as he walked to his wardrobe.
It took him a while to find a shirt, and then he grabbed a grey towel from the upper shelf. "For my lovely girlfriend." Whenever they said this to each other, they stressed it oddly so that it didn't sound serious which would sound weird.
Katara smiled brightly at him and took the t-shirt listing Zuko as member of the Volcano Kung Fu Club and the towel from him. "Why, thank you, handsome boyfriend. Would you lead the way?"
Katara had already been in the small bathroom of the apartment which was for guests, only with a toilet and a sink, but she hadn't been to the main bathroom yet. She wrinkled her nose, as a thought occurred to her. "Are you and Jet sharing a bathroom?"
"Yeah. There's just one."
The moment she opened the door, loud, deafening noises flooded her ears, coming from the living room. Laughter, music, scraps of conversations, and the clinking of glasses bombarded Katara's ears, and she cringed slightly.
"Oh," Zuko said. "I guess Jet's back from his gig. And he's got company." He sighed. "I'm praying every time he leaves to the sun god that he might come back alone so that the apartment stays quiet and peaceful, but he's like a magnet to floozies!"
Katara raised one eyebrow at him. Kind of sounded like someone was jealous he wasn't a magnet…
Zuko noticed her expression and promptly flushed bright red. "Oh no! I didn't mean… Er, no offense. He didn't attract floozies in high school, that's just a recent development..."
Understanding what he meant, Katara blinked, feeling surprised. She hadn't even thought about how this could have been interpreted as a stab to her side.
"O no, it's okay. None taken. I just hope no one's occupying the bathroom," she mumbled.
"I can't promise anything. Those things get out of hand."
"If you're so annoyed by it, why don't you stop it? It's your flat!" Katara sniffed.
Sighing, Zuko pinched the bridge of his nose before guiding Katara to the bathroom. "I sometimes do, but I try to be more patient. In general. And coping with Jet's parties is a very successful treatment."
Katara snorted. "Sounds more like torture to me."
He grinned at her, as he led her down the hallway.
The walls were left white, and there was absolutely no furniture standing in the hallway, not even a mirror hanging on a wall, or a painting. It was just black tiles and white walls.
The bathroom was mostly the same, the only colour drops coming from the products the boys used for hygiene, or the three pot plants standing around the bathtub. The window's glass was blurred so that no one could make out anything else but light and darkness through it, and the towels hanging on the heater were grey, too.
From seeing Zuko's childhood home, she had somehow thought his apartment would hold more red and gold accents. But maybe Zuko didn't feel the need to show any loyalty to an old royal line, which had killed and betrayed its own people.
The bathroom itself was nothing if not luxurious. There were several shiners embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the whole room, and the shower's glass door was so clean it almost looked like a mirror. The black tiles weren't smooth under her feet and felt more like natural rock, also building the walls around the shower, separating this part of the room from the toilet.
And the bathtub and the shower were huge! The shower was as big as Katara's whole bathroom! Okay, no, scratch that, it was actually bigger! And the bathtub looked like a small pool, there were steps to take up to the edge and jets all around its walls.
Katara blinked, taking all in, and focusing on the bathtub. "Can you turn this into a Jacuzzi?"
"Yeah." Zuko strode towards the shower, entering it and holding up a bottle of shower gel. "You can use this one. It doesn't smell of flowers or fruits, but you'll be clean."
Crossing her arms, Katara frowned at his assumption she was only using flower or fruits shower gel, because she was a girl. Well, she only used these shower gels, but Zuko had never been to her bathroom before, so he couldn't really know.
"Thanks."
He nodded, before putting the shower gel back and then walking towards the door. "Call if you need anything."
When he was gone, Katara quickly locked the door, took all her clothes off, twisted her hair into a high bun so that it wouldn't get too wet, and practically dived into the shower. It really felt a little like standing in the rain, only that the rain was warm. The whole room was soon filled with steam, so she quickly applied the shower gel, washed it away, and turned the shower off.
It was with a very mournful and longing expression that she stared at the shower, as she left the room, having dried and changed.
Zuko's t-shirt was long enough for no one to see her panties, but she still didn't feel very comfortable, and held her clothes in front of her. The party still seemed to go on in the living room, but she thought she could hear Zuko snarling from in there, too.
Sighing, she brought her things into his room, before investigating what was going on in the living room.
"I don't get why you can't sleep in one bed with her! It's not like you two are in any real relationships!" she heard Jet complain.
"But it's inappropriate, and I promised her not to! I told her I would sleep on the couch!" That was Zuko. He didn't even sound angry, just frustrated.
"Well, then tell her the couch is occupied. Your bed is large enough for you two to sleep in without touching, if that's what you're so afraid of!"
Katara peeked around the corner, seeing them both standing in the kitchen. Zuko was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, and his face twisted in a mix of angry and pouty, while Jet was looking through the fridge.
On the left hand side of the room, was the living room with its grey walls and one red brick wall (which looked pretty cool, but had certainly been built into the already finished apartment as a style accent). The centre of the room was the dark brown leather couch with a wooden couch table standing on a white fluffy carpet, surrounded by two black leather armchairs, a TV surrounded by shelves filled with DVDs, and a dinner table towards the window, on which a group of young people in different states of drunkenness were having fun playing beer pong. A few others used the couch and armchairs as stage, as they played some karaoke game on the TV, and smaller groups were scattered all around the living room towards the kitchen, some sitting on the floor, others leaning against the wall, one couple even lying on the carpet, making out.
Katara wiggled her nose, slightly in disgust, but she was also reluctantly fascinated by these people who could just lose themselves without constantly worrying about any responsibilities.
Two girls were leaning on the kitchen island towards Zuko and Jet, their elbows put on the black stone slab, their tits almost falling out of their shirts. They were giggling with each other, but also looked very often and very pointedly towards the two boys arguing.
"I'm not afraid of touching her!" Zuko spat.
"Really? Cause it sounds like that to me," Jet murmured, grabbing a plate with a half-eaten burger on it. He bit into the bun without even heating it. Katara grimaced. Ew.
"You know it tastes better when you heat it, Jet?" Zuko asked, one eyebrow raised. "We have a microwave."
Jet shrugged. "Too hungry. And I'm not tasting anything anyway, so it doesn't matter."
Zuko rolled his eyes. "Honestly, though, Jet. It's late, and Katara and I would like to go to bed, so get these people out of here!"
"But I promised Kovaria, Mori, Akio, Taku, and Yuna that they can sleep here!" Jet objected.
Zuko's hands were forming to fists, as he took two deep breaths. Katara bit her lower lip. It looked like he would explode any minute now.
"Then get them to sleep in your room," he said in a low voice. It almost sounded calm, but Katara wondered when this bubbling anger in him would erupt.
She would be angry, too. It was Zuko's flat, after all. Fine, Jet paid rent, but she was pretty sure he didn't pay enough. Besides, that made Zuko the landlord, so he should be the one in charge. But Jet seemed to like to provoke people in charge. So this hadn't changed since high school so far.
"Kovaria and Yuna will have space, but Mori, Akio, and Taku will have to sleep in the living room. There is an extendible couch with enough space for them, and there is a very large double bed in your room, in which you can perfectly fit in with Katara!"
Leaning back into the hallway, Katara wondered if she should just walk to them and tell them she was fine with sleeping in Zuko's bed with him. It was a large bed, after all. And even if not, it was just sleeping. Katara didn't mind sharing space with friends, but she still couldn't stand Jet's insolence at just deciding everyone's sleeping places, when it was Zuko's apartment.
Besides, she was curious at finding out how long Zuko would try to argue. She wondered if he just really didn't want to sleep in one bed with her, or if he just assumed she didn't want to, and was therefore so stubborn in giving in. He had told her he wouldn't make this fake relationship thing uncomfortable, if he could help it.
"You know what? Let's just ask Katara!" Zuko snarled. "I'm sure she would want to sleep alone and in peace!"
"She's not that prude, you idiot!" Jet shouted, and then suddenly they were both standing in the hallway, marching towards Zuko's room, but stopping short at seeing her leaning against the wall next to the door.
Her eyes went wide. "Hi. Are you okay? I heard you raise your voices."
Zuko blushed a little and began scratching his head, when Jet pushed his way to the foreground. "Well, Katara, as you can hear, I'm having a little party here, and some of my guests live in very dangerous parts of the city, where you wouldn't want to go in a party outfit, so I offered them to sleep here. Two can sleep in my room, but the other three would need the living room, which means that Zuko cannot be totally prude and traditional, and he'll have to sleep in his bed, after all. But you don't mind, do you?
"Er…" She wracked her brain for something to say which would lead Zuko to win their argument, but Jet had asked if she would mind. And well, she didn't… "No, it's okay. I understand."
Zuko's eyebrows rose up under his fringe. "Are you sure? I can also…"
"No, it's okay, really," she interrupted him, holding the hem of his t-shirt to make sure she was dressed modestly enough.
"Hey, Jet! You still haven't introduced us to your sexy roommate!" a shrill voice from behind the two young men fluted.
Katara leaned to the side to look past them and saw the two thin floozies from the kitchen island, clad in way too little fabric, their faces covered in way too much make-up. They stood closely together, their cheeks almost touching, as they looked at Zuko. One of them was playing with her hair, the other one blinked a lot.
Zuko turned around to glare at Jet who quickly lifted his palms. "I told them not to leave the living room or kitchen!"
"We just couldn't find you anymore," the girl on the left said.
"Then I guess you're Zuko, right?" the other one asked, taking a step towards him, extending her hand. "I'm Yashiru. This is Tuni. Pleased to meet you."
From Katara's point of view, she couldn't see Zuko's face, as he had turned away from her to look at the girls who had entered his hallway without permission. She was still standing against the wall, Zuko and Jet in front of her, and she could only see the girls between their bodies.
"Yes, I'm Zuko," he said, shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, too." Unceremoniously, he turned towards Jet again, almost baring his teeth, as his face contorted in anger again. "You have fifteen minutes to end this party, or I'll throw everyone out myself."
Jet scowled like a pouting child and stomped towards the living room.
Yashiru seemed to want to say something else, as Zuko turned towards Katara, grabbing her hand. "Come on," he said, almost in an annoyed manner. Dragging her to his room, she saw him nodding curtly at the two flustered girls, who blinked in a surprised manner, before scowling at Katara.
She grinned and waved them goodbye.
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Reminder: Zuko's relationship to Team Avatar is currently kind of at the stage of The Crossroads of Destiny in this fic, only, of course, more developed and more trusting. The thing is, this is where Katara first thinks that Zuko isn't so bad, and trusts him. But with Iroh, Zuko is more in a beginning of book three stage, as he already "betrayed" his Uncle by following Azula's and his father's will. It will all make more sense later.
So, I don't really think I need to explain anything here, but if you still have questions about why a character does something or behaves in that way in this chapter, you can just leave a review.
I discovered Harry Potter fanfiction a few weeks ago, and I lately watched the films again, so it's kind of constantly on my mind, just like Avatar, so it even made its way in here! The thought that Zuko's hair style in this fic was similar to Draco Malfoy's in the first two films, only occurred to me writing this chapter! I actually made Zuko have this hair style, because it looks posh and idiotic. Kind of like Mako in book four of LoK. Zuko always changes with his hair, and I wanted to show this process in this fic, too, but having a half shaped head with a ponytail looks more like a biker in our time, in my opinion. And I needed something that shows wealth, arrogance, and superiority. That's why his hair was combed back, held with hairspray of course. Or slicked back, since that looks even worse. But that's all just my opinion.
Okay, so I obviously had to say something. I just wanted to explain why I mentioned Harry Potter. And I'm sorry if it annoys people who are annoyed by Harry Potter and its fans. I was one of you once. But everything changed, when the Harry Potter books attacked.
Shoji is actually not an OC, he is from the episode The Headband, and I think he's the boy who's so baffled by Aang being nice to the bully Hide in that Fire Nation school, but I'm not sure, if that was him. I just didn't want Katara to only have kissed Jet and Aang, and I wondered which other boy could she have met at a party? As I have written in the prologue that Haru had a girlfriend right before Katara and Jet got together, I couldn't pick him.
The people Jet wanted to sleep over are all OCs, and some names are made up.
Answer to reviews:
To uchihaNaruto247: Well, Zuko suddenly became funny when he joined Team Avatar, so I thought I could try it, too. Yeah, this was this fic's version of their talk in the woods, when Toph left Team Avatar in The Chase. Of course, Toph knows who Iroh is, since she, too, used to hang at The Jasmine Dragon, but she knows Zuko isn't ready yet to hear anything new about Iroh. Iroh, of course, told her about how lost and conflicted Zuko is. But Toph doesn't know everything, only that Zuko has conflicted feelings about his father, is angry at Iroh, is not on the right way, and made Iroh very sad. Oh, Gran Gran will definitely be a problem...:D Thanks for reviewing!
To Smckoy929: Thanks for your review!:) And thanks! Yeah, I mean how can you not love the gaang?:D It even warms Zuko's heart, although he already is very soft, just stubborn.
To IDidn'tSignUp4This: Thanks! Yeah, I suddenly remembered that I totally forgot her for over ten chapters, I think... I once implied her to be somewhere, and Sokka wanted to impress her, but then I somehow forgot about that incident, so I thought it was high time to make Suki appear again. That chapter was so fun to write. I love writing the gaang! And Azula:) Thanks for leaving a review!:D
