Okay bare with me on this one. It is short. OH and I introduce my own character...another one...not Riyo. I like him. Let me know what ya'll think bout him.

Katara stopped as she heard something behind her. She turned around expecting to see Zuko and Iroh. But it definitely was not them. She frowned for a moment to see what the figure was going to do. She turned slowly and started walking away. Then she heard it. A loud crack. Like the earth breaking beneath her feet. She quickly turned and pulled the water from her pouch. It was too late then, the ground shot up and soaked in the water. Katara's eyes widened as the last thing she saw was a large piece of Earth coming down on her.

Katara groaned and here eyes fluttered open. Suddenly the memories of what had happened flooded back into her mind. She jumped up but fell quickly back down to the ground. Her legs were tied together. She frowned. Her hands were tied as well. She sat back on the ground and groaned loudly.

"What next!?" She yelled and looked for her water pouch. Whoever had her wasn't stupid. That was definite. She looked around, but nothing was visible. She was sitting in the dark. The ground was earth and the wall she was leaning against felt like rock. She was in a cool place, most likely below ground, since there wasn't any light. Either that or her eyes hadn't focused. She sighed and sat back against the wall, turning and twisting her wrists, alternately wiggling her fingers, like Zuko hand shown her. It took her longer than it did him, but none-the-less she got the rope off of her hands. She pulled her legs up and began to work with the rope that was around her ankles. She growled.

"I can't do anything in the dark."

"Well, sugar. All you gotta do is ask." A smooth voice echoed from the far end of the room. Katara's eyes widened and she tried to disappear into the wall behind her. She wasn't alone in her prison. Now she was unsure of everything. How many people were in there? How big was the room she was in? And what the HELL was that slimy stuff she had just set her hand in?! A lamp suddenly flared up. Katara clamped here eyes shut as the light dilated her pupils to fast. When she opened them, a pair of dark pink eyes stared back at her. She almost screamed but it got stuck in her throat. The man laughed and sat back in the dirt.

"I ain't that scary, darlin'." Katar let her eyes adjust to the sudden light. She looked over the man. He was young. He was about Sokka or Zuko's age. But he was...white. Not pale skinned like Zuko. Just white. She looked over him for a moment. His skin was the color of milk and his hair the color of snow. That didn't surprise her. But his eyes. They were demon eyes. Red rimmed pink irises. They were not human. He smiled and shook his head. For such a frightening sight, he was beautiful.

"Who are you? Where am I? What's going to happen to me?" The young man laughed. His laugh was deep and smooth as silk.

"Slow down there missy. One question at a time. As for who I am; Why does it matta?"

"You are the first thing I have seen since I came to. I ..but...you..."

"I'm a freak, sugar. But's alright. I reckon you was meanin more of my name?" Katara nodded her head dumbly. His accent was thick and not one she had ever heard. And the way that he used loving terms toward her was bewildering.

"Fiosha Hunniwan."

"FioHooda hoduawhat?"

"Fiosha Hunniwan. It is birth name. But ain't a good'un. So ya can jest call me Nakin."

"Nakin?"

"Yeah darlin'. Kinda like napkin, but without that pesky 'p'." Katara cocked her eyebrow and looked at him in question. Nakin laughed again throwing his head back. His hair was long, but she couldn't see just how long. It was still dark and that little lamp was barely a flicker.

"Fiosha Hunniwan mean offspring of those that have angered the spirits, in some context. Others it means purely demon." Katara nodded and looked at her feet.

"Well I would rather be called a piece of cloth too." Nakin smiled and grabbed the rope around her ankles. With a quick jerk he pulled it loose. He stood up and pulled her too her feet. Her eyes widened, he was head and shoulders taller then her. He was taller the Zuko even.

"Where am I? What is going to happen to me?"

"Well missy. It ain't purty. Your in Hitokiba. And you will probably be eaten."

"EATEN!?" She screamed and fell back to the floor. The smile disappeared from his face.

"It'd be in your bes interest not to squeal and flout about like that, lest you be supper quicker." Katara nodded and stood back up.

"You see these ain't just your ever-day earth benders. They military trained. They renegades. Also to add salt to the wound they jest happen to be cannibals. And honey, you lookin mighty tasty to them."

"What!? I don't want to be someone's dinner. What about you are they going to eat you."

"I don't reckon so. Seeins as how I been here better part of two weeks."

"Why not?"

"Well don't ya get ta bittin my head off. Ain't my fault. Seems to me they got a little bit a superstition to 'em." He smiled crooked and laughed. "Apparently, those who are born lookin like me, are possessed by demon entities. And if one was to each sed person, then where is that demon gonna go? Directly into that which has consumed me." Katara nodded.

"So they are afraid to eat you because you might be a demon."

"You got it sugar. Either that or a wayward spirit lookin for a new host."

"Well I'm normal colored, and I don't look like a demon. But I still don't want to be eaten." Nakin smiled.

"Do ya think I untied you just so you could try and fight loose? Come on now honey, give me more credit then that." Katara snarled her nose and looked over him. He was a demon. He had to been. His skin, his hair, and those eyes. All of it stood out glowingly against his solid black clothes.

"I'm not sure I trust you."

"Well now darlin. I ain't askin ya to trust me. I just really don wanna see a purty thing like you get butchered. And It really woudn't settle good for me to have to smell that perfume of your's mixed with smoke." Katara glared at him.

"YOU stay away from me." Nakin put his hands up in surrender.

"Alright then. I can see that ya are set in yer ways. So have at it. Get yerself out." Nakin smiled smoothly and sat down cross-legged and tilted his head to one side.

"Any day now, sugar." She looked around and there wasn't water any where so she couldn't use her bending. She frowned.

"Wait a second. How can you live with nothing to drink?"

"Hm? Oh well I did have some wata but they threw you in here and took the wata with em." She frowned and looked around again. The walls were strong and the only door to their prison was a thinck iron door.

"Looks like you are stuck there, missy?"

"Do you have a better idea?"

"You could just use that there tunnel that have been diggin for a while. It hit's air but I'm too big. But you might fit. And yer are little enuff." Katara's brows furrowed and her jaw went slack. She looked around and didn't see anything. She looked back over at him.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Nakin smiled and stood up. He walked past her over to the wall. He leaned up against it and crossed his arms.

"You was too busy being scared of me." He laughed with a crooked smile.

Zuko frowned as he walked into the house. Sokka and Aang both stood up in suprise. Sokka narrowed his eyes and looked at the door waiting for his sister to come through and give him a dirty look. But she didn't come through the door. Sokka jumped up and glared at Zuko.

"Where's my sister?"

"Oh now you worry about her?" Zuko growled. Again toe to toe, eye to eye only the baby seperating them from being chest to chest. Aang jumped up and pushed them apart.

"What is going on? Where's Katara?"

"We have to go find her. Iroh, you keep the little one. I wouldn't want these savages to get a taste of veal." Iroh nodded and took Riyo from his dad. As soon as Riyo felt the warmth of his father being pulled away he rared back and screamed. Iroh brought him close and began making silly noises and funny faces. Zuko rolled his eyes and looked at Haru.

"So you know these creatins. What's the plan?"

"Go in low and slow. Descrete as possible. Blending in with our surroundings. If we go in there and try to fight our way through we'd be sunday dinner for sure."