Disclamer: Avatar is not mine! But OMG I can't wait for the movie!!!
AN: Again I'm sorry about the repost. spammers suck soooo much and that was my first one ever. Some people have nthing better to do. Please remember to reveiw!
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Chapter 2: Angels Bathed in Light
Zuko had been in the shower before he'd collapsed on his bed to stare at the ceiling when he heard a knock on the door. He'd been staring messmerisingly at the ornate features carved into the chandelier that hung overhead. Tiny flecks of light reflected off the crystal decorating it, making the room glitter like a night sky. He wondered how the room would look when the sun finally peeked out from the storm clouds that currently covered the sky like a dark blanket.
When he opened the door, he finally knew. The sun didn't just peek, it burst forth from the clouds and the room was swept up in a dazzling light. But it didn't matter what the room looked like, all he could do was stare helplessly at the girl that now commanded his attention. Sunlight bounced off the chandelier's crystals, tiny sunbeams flickering on her tanned skin and making her sparkle like brilliant starlight, bringing hope to those even in the darkest recesses of space. Splendour.
But the sunlight was nothing compared to the light in her sapphire-blue eyes – he'd never seen such brilliant blue orbs in his life. They glimmered with a mystery he sorely wanted to explore and get lost in. And she stared up at him just as helplessly as he stared back, her plump, full lips parted slightly in surprise as a blush began to creep up over her rosy cheeks.
He followed the flowing line of her smooth jaw, her slender swan-like neck, the angel of her perfect button-nose, long copper lashes that fluttered like butterfly wings. He wanted to tear of the hair-tie she wore and run his fingers through her shimmering bronze hair, sure it would feel like silk in his touch.
Her delicate fingers subconsciously reached up to rest on her soft lips, as if trying to keep herself from speaking as she continued to stare in the beautiful silence that surrounded them. Her hands were smooth and dainty with refined wrists, with arms he wished she'd wrap around him. Her uniform clung to her body, silhouetting her shapely curves, and hinting at what lay hidden underneath the cloth as her chest rose up and down quietly with every small breath. He didn't care about the uniform, she could wear anything and be dazzling, perfect, breath-taking. He wanted to see her dance with her hair down, surrounding her face like a copper halo as she twirled. He wanted to sweep her off her feet, take her to lands unknown and dress her in the finest clothes. He wanted to hear her say his name, breathlessly, passionately.
"H-hello," he stuttered, finally finding his voice.
"Hello…" she replied back with a voice sweet as a nightingale's song. She was perfection wrapped in the most unseemly clothes.
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Katara had been grumbling the entire way to the top floor in the elevator. The trolley rattled and squeaked along with the rumbling service elevator, making for a loud journey she eternally dreaded. And even less so for all the mirrors in the elevator that reminded her every day of her less-than-average appearance. It made her feel ill. Every piece of her was a podgy, undefined mass. She would have to skip lunch again. She sighed as she made her way to the grand quite and knocked on the door. Hopefully this Zuko guy wouldn't have made much of a mess of…
The door opened and she was blinded by light. She blinked rapidly, sight slowly adjusting to the brilliance. And then she saw him, her vision wavering as sunbeams shone from behind making him seem like some angelic apparition. An angel that had just stepped out from the shower with a towel wrapped around his middle… Her face began to flush red in his presence, but she couldn't stop staring.
Droplets of water beaded off his hair and dripped down his tanned frame, laced with sinewy muscles and robust abs. She could hardly stop her eyes following those water droplets as they followed the lines of his physique. The hands that held up his towel seemed rough and calloused, but somehow gentle and adroit at the same time. Somehow, she managed to tear her eyes away as her eyes went lower and lower and she realised what she was doing. Her heart beat too fast to take it all in, and almost burst when her gazed began to travel back up again.
Her orbs went up the length of his lean neck, danced along his strong jaw line, before settling on his stubborn chin. She was fascinated by his nose, exquisite and defining on his handsome face; a brow line that was neither too harsh nor too placid. She could see his lips trembling, his whole being trembled. The angel was trembling for some reason. She could see for eternity and beyond in the sparkling depths his golden-brown eye…
His… eye… Her fingers went to her lips in a silent gasp. The other side of his face, she hadn't noticed it while enraptured by his winsome features. He wore a black eye patch across his face, tiny hints of some kind of shiny, red flesh peeked from the edges, unable to be hidden entirely by the covering.
"Hello," he said to her with a deep, smooth voice.
"H-Hello," she replied, snapping out of her daze. Everything she had been doing came back to her, and she panicked. She couldn't be dazing at someone like this! This was "Playboy Prince" Zuko of all people! Someone she was supposed to hate with a passion, and someone who probably wouldn't even give her the time of day if she asked. She glanced back at him, wrapped in nothing but a towel. "S-Sir… you're…"
"I love you," he blurted out. He continued to stand there, stunned.
Katara stared back as well, shocked. "Wh-what did you say?"
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