Well, I Guess We're Both Idiots
I'll try to update every Saturday now. But since the Holiday season is coming up, it may get more and more difficult…
This is my first real attempt at Zutara-goodness, not sure how I did. Please review to let me know how I'm doing.
Enjoy!
I do not own Avatar the Last Airbender.
Chapter Three
Zuko had had a rough day.
Countless meetings, councils, not to mention having to deal with Mai earlier, and basically just headaches throughout the day left him with one massive migraine as he walked back to his room.
He had missed dinner, almost missed lunch, and he just wanted to shut off for a while. It was nearly midnight now, the only light in the hallways of the Royal Wing.
That was, at least, until he ran into Katara.
He was in the Royal Wing where his room (and all the special guests' rooms, so of course that extended to Katara's) was. He had already taken out his top knot and his hair was shagging in his eyes and he almost missed her.
But, of course, Katara spoke and caught his attention.
"Tui, Zuko! You look like hell," She muttered, standing a few feet away from him. She was in her sleeping robe, light blue and frumpy, hair pulled up in a messy bun, and she looked as gorgeous as he had ever seen her.
He snorted at her. "Feel like it, 'Tara."
She looked at him, worried, and it looked like something hit her with a ton of bricks. "You skipped dinner, right?"
He nodded.
"Come on, let's sneak into the kitchens and see if Po is still up." She looped her arm through his and they started toward the kitchens.
And just like that, his day was getting better.
He never remembered fish and rice tasting this good. Maybe it was because he was sharing it with someone.
Katara kept chatting to him about her day, taking hints from him that he didn't really want to talk about his. She knew how to read him, and he appreciated her company.
They were sitting in silence when Zuko realized something. "Hey, 'Tara?"
She grunted as she shoved one of his pieces of fish into her mouth.
"Why were you up so late?" He hummed, moving his plate closer to her. "Not that I don't appreciate, don't get me wrong, love having you here, it's just… why?"
She shrugged. "Full moon. Can never really sleep when it's out. Wanted to go see the turtle ducks, I guess?"
He smiled at her. "You still wanna see the turtle ducks?"
"It's not fair, Zuko!" She groaned, collapsing on the grass.
"It's not my fault they know me better." He smirked at her, throwing some of the bread they took from the kitchen in the pond.
She sat back up, leaning her head on his shoulder. Zuko smiled when she put her finger out to tame the turtle duck, trying to tempt it with her finger.
"Just be patient," He spoke softly, trying not to scare Katara and the duck. "They have to get to know you, first."
She was still forceful, so he put his hand over hers, trying to get to her relax her hand. It fit nicely under his, and he couldn't help but think about the warmth radiating from her or how soft her skin is.
Katara hummed her response, relaxing her hand a bit. The turtle duck still nipped at her, but not as angry as before, and Katara smiled to herself.
She didn't move her hand away.
He didn't move his away either.
They turned to look at each other, making eye contact. The air was thick with tension.
Zuko didn't know what to do. He liked her hand, loved her hand, wanted to intertwine his hand with hers. Her perfect blue eyes—much like the turtle duck pond glittering under the moonlight— med his golden ones, and Zuko wanted to something. Anything. He couldn't help his eyes flicking down her soft lips, but something—Zuko realized he hated whatever that something was— held him back.
They sat in silence, Katara biting her lip, flicking her eyes at Zuko and back at the pond.
He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but she interrupted him by not say anything.
She took his hand away from his and turned her face away from him.
He let out a shaky breath and avoided eye contact.
What just happened?
They soon went back to their rooms, saying polite 'good night's and 'see you in the morning's but never discussing what they wanted to say. It hung in the air, stifling the conversation between them with that one question:
What just happened?
Golden eyes filled her dreams.
Blue eyes filled his.
Yo! The end of this week's chapter!
Thoughts? Please review!
So I've been having lots and lots of ideas for new fan fiction (all zutara) and I've been debating my position on this one. I can end this quickly—I already have the end planned out— so I can work on the other ones, but that's up to you guys if you want me to keep the ending few chapters to myself.
Do you want to know other ideas? Let me know!
I can update more often if you want me to.
See you next week!
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Queen Sunflower