Zuko entered back into the house that they were in. Riyo was very still sitting on his hip, as if he could sense the anger rising in his father. Zuko narrowed his eyes looking around the small bedroom. He growled. He couldn't see for the rage masking his eyes. She was his woman. Why was she trying to make herself choose between him and her family when she could have both?! Zuko finally shook his eyes clear and grabbed the little bag with his belongings and the baby's. He stormed out of the little hut and into the broad sunshine. He slung the pack over his shoulder and lifted Riyo to lay against his chest.

He walked out past the merchants that littered the streets and walked toward the gates that surrounded the village.

Iroh looked up from where he was mingling with one of the local traders and seen his nephew, baby in tow, steaming out the front gate. Iroh frowned and watched Zuko for a moment before he decided that the stubborn headed prince was actually going to leave.

"Zuko! What are you doing?"

"Leaving, uncle. You can come if you would like?" Zuko hissed and turned continuing on his way. Iroh grabbed his nephew by the arm and frowned.

"Just where do you think you are going to go?"

"Any where but here."

Iroh looked back over his shoulder and looked for Katara.

"But you are needed here." Zuko narrowed his eyes and turned full force to look at his uncle his eyes narrowed and dangerous.

"Did you know that Sokka tried to kill me last night?" Iroh started to say something but Zuko cut him off.

"Well he did. I am not going to stay in a place where my life and my son's life are threatened." Iroh frowned.

"You don't think Sokka would hurt Riyo do you? Honestly?" Zuko frowned and turned around. He was tired of his uncle's questions. It seemed as only a way to get him to stay, a delay tactic if you will. Iroh shook his head and left with his nephew. Someone had to take care of the child, and Riyo, too.

Katara dried here eyes and walked into the house where she had seen Zuko disappear. She looked around and frowned. She ran over to their bed where the baby's things and Zuko's had been thrown. They were gone. Katara gritted her teeth. She had tried to settle things with the man that she loved, now it was time to settle things with the brother she loved.

She stormed out of the door, knocking Haru on his back as she stormed by. He was coming to see what had happened after seeing the prince storm out like he did, but now he figured that it was best to leave well enough alone.

Sokka was arguing with a man over the price of a boomerang case when he felt a sudden rush of panic tinge through him. HE froze. He felt as if the very eyes of the devil were burning holes in the back of his head. He knew that he was in danger, but he didn't know who, or why. His first instinct was to run, but his Sokka instinct was curious.

Before he could turn around, Katara shot her hand up and grabbed a fist full of ponytail and clenched her fingers around it like a vice. Sokka squeaked and grabbed his hair.

Katara said nothing and drug Sokka, by his hair, to the far end of the marketplace. She drug him into an alley and threw him into the wall.

"What the?!" Sokka growled and rubbed the back of his head. He clamped his mouth shut as he peered into cerulean eyes that looked as if they were going to drown him. And not the good kind of drowning in someone's eyes either.

"Don't start with me Sokka! What the hell were you planning on doing!?"

"Well, I was planning on buying a boomerang case, but now I'm not so sure I need one."

Katara clenched her teeth and balled her fists.

"You know what the fuck I meant!" Sokka frowned and stared down at his sister.

"What are you doing talking like that!?"

"What the hell are you doing trying to kill my future husband in his SLEEP!!!??" Sokka stared at his sister and his jaw went slack.

"Aang told you?"

"No! I was awake the entire time. I saw you Sokka. I seen you put the blade against his neck! I know what you were going to do, and you would have. If Aang hadn't stopped you..." Katara looked to the ground. Sokka's face went stern.

"How do you know what I was planning? How do you know I wasn't trying to play mind games with you?" Katara looked up at him with tears welling in her eyes.

"Because I know you Sokka. You are my brother. You are the only family I have left besides gran-gran. I know you. But...It feels like you betrayed me." Sokka's eyes narrowed and he looked at his younger sister in disgust.

"Well, Now you know how I feel." Katara's eyes snapped up to glare at him and before she realized what she had done, she punched him straight across the jaw. Sokka grabbed his jaw and rolled it on it's hinges. He turned his head and spat out a bit of blood.

"I see that his temper has rubbed off on you. If you feel that strongly about him, then you go with him." Katara stared at her brother unsure of what he was saying.

"Aang and I can go on alone. We don't need you." Katara's jaw dropped and then clenched as she tried to keep the tears from falling.

"Fine." She choked and turned.

Sokka closed his eyes as he watched his sister turn the corner. What was happening to everyone? He could feel himself changing and he had seen his sister change right in front of his very eyes. His temper had gotten the best of him as well. If the bastard had changed and Katara could see it, then why couldn't he. What happened on the ship that gave them that strong of a bond, that could tear the bond of blood? He had never turned his back on her. Not with Yue, not with Suki. Not ever. She hadn't been that way before...except...Jet. She had turned on him because she believed he was jealous of Jet. He had been right about that instance though. He had proof. He had heard him with his own ears. But Zuko. He was the prince of the fire nation. The heir to the throne that had destroyed to many lives and families. And now the heir was, in a small way, continuing on in daddy's footsteps.

Sokka started to walk towards the house. He didn't know what to do. He was utterly and miserably lost.