A/N: So this is it, this is the last day of Zutara week:( I had fun writing the prompts this year and I would love to hear which day of my writing you loved the best.

Spark-Day 7

Katara's POV

Gleaming red lantern lights swayed in the night breeze. People in the crowd passed us by as we walked around visiting little cart shops in honor of the fireworks festival. Every three years the Fire Nation has the fireworks festival in honor of their prosperity and good wealth. When I heard the festival was going on I took my chance taking Zuko along with me, never giving him a choice. Gladly, we left my brother and everybody else at the palace.

"Ah, this soup is too spicy!" Sokka stuck out his tongue in pain.

"Well, yea. That makes sense, we ARE in the fire nation."

"Excuse me. I want something else."

"Sokka! You are being rude! Just because we're being treated like royalty doesn't mean you need to be a pain in the ass."

"Hey, if Zuko wants us to be happy-" Sokka puts his hands in the air trying to convince himself innocent.

"No, Zuko, Sokka doesn't need anything else." Sokka stood up

"Alright miss-I'm-in-charge!" I scoffed while standing up in defensive.

"Mister-I-don't-appreciate-what-I-have!"

"What's going on?" Aang had entered the room.

"Ask Katara, queen of the foods." Sokka said while pointing an accusatory finger at me. I pick up a buttery roll of bread throwing it at the back of Sokka's big head.

"Oh Yeah? Ask Sokka, king of the...soups!"

"Guys, you both need to calm down. You're giving me a headache." Toph interrupted

"BOTH? I'M COMPLETELY CALM!" Sokka and I said in unison.

"Huh, must be hereditary." Infuriated at Sokka's bad-mannered, barbarian, insulting attitude I leave the room. I can't believe that my brother would be so impertinent. He never complained when we'd eat the rocks he'd find out of the woods or even the time I made soup out of swamp water! He just sits there like a king expecting to get what he wants just because we saved the world.

Zuko seemed passive to my cheers and squeals of joy when we passed by the festive necklaces. When I pulled him closer toward the cart I would catch him steal soft glances at me.

"Zuko, do you like this one?" The lanterns reflected off his golden eyes resembling pools of light.

"What about this one?" Zuko plucked one down from the top shelf hiding behind other jewelry. It was a simple slim gold chain that had two matching dragons forming into the shape of a heart. I took a shallow breath when he put it over my neck. That was the first spark I felt that night. "I like it on you."

He gave the shopkeeper a gold piece. I touched my new necklace that replaced my mothers. Before Zuko could have time to say anymore I grabbed his arms pulling him more down the street toward another shop.

All around us couples were wearing festive masks. Interested, I pull Zuko into the cart shop. Beautiful masks of many different colors hung on the decorated wall. I look over at Zuko who seemed very detached. He was looking at a particular mask; it looked like a mask of a spirit. Zuko turned his face away what was looking like shame. Concern overrode me when he walked out.

Since we left the palace he had barely talked. Even at diner he pulled the same façade. I had remembering to notice he had barely touched his food. Stepping away from the masks I touch his shoulder. Time seemed to slow down around us. The celebrations were just a blur while I was living in the present. Zuko gave me a small smirk brushing some of fallen hair out of my face. I searched his eyes for an answer. I saw nothing but regret, and sadness. My hand connected into his setting off another spark. Like fire being denied oxygen the spark I had couldn't lite. Above us the fireworks went off.

"It's starting." Fireworks of red, blue, and pink all sizzle out peppering the town with a splash of color; leaving behind ribbons of smoke.

Boom

Boom

Still looking for an answer I locked my eyes upon his. Behind his pained golden orbs was love. The spark had finally ignited.