A/N: I apologize for making you wait so long, I startes school this month and I've been pretty busy. Because I don't want to make you wait any longer, I hae divided this chapter into 2 parts.

Zuko: Then where's the part one and part two thing?

Katara: You idiot, it's just not in there yet!

Zuko: I'm not an idiot! You are!

Katara: Slaps Zuko, storms off.

Me: Wow, Zuko, you're on a roll!

Chapter 3: Enemies New and Old -Part One

His mother's calm, soothing voice spoke to him, soothing his troubled thoughts. "My darling, remember what I said, so many years ago. Never forget-" But before she could finish her sentence, she opened her mouth and began to scream.

Zuko sat up in bed, sweating hard. A scream was heard from outside and Zuko at first thought it was the scream from his dream. Then he realized it was coming from Katara's room. Normally he wouldn't care a whit about her, but he needed her for the plan. That's not the only reason. That annoying voice in his head taunted him, but Zuko managed to push it out of his mind, and rushed to the source of the scream.

The masked figure crossed the room toward where Katara was sitting on her bed, screaming. Katara watched the figure draw closer, but even as she screamed, her mind was working at top speed to find a way to disable the assassin. For that was the only thing the mysterious black figure could be.

The assassin watched as the girl cowered in fear on her bed. She won't be screaming much longer, that's for sure. The assassin drew a knife, and was about to plunge it seamlessly into the girls heart, when, out of nowhere, a gleaming waterwhip shot out of the dark and snatched the knife out of their hand, and clattered to the floor. Not even a second later, the assassin was blinded by a blast of fire, and was blown out the window, where the metal deck of the ship broke their fall.

Katara turned to the person who had come to help her, and was surprised when she saw not the kind General Iroh, but Prince Zuko. He nodded to her, and rushed downstairs toward the spot where the assassin had landed. Katara rushed after him. Alas, they were too late. By the time they reached the spot where the assassin had fallen, the mysterious figure had vanished into the black reaches of the night. No matter how hard either of them looked, they could not find any trace the person might have left.

You don't know my deepest thoughts,

You don't know the pain,

You'll never know the life I live,

Each and every day.

The water gave no response to Katara, no matter how hard she tried to ask it where that monster was. When she was absoloutly certain that the assassin was nowhere in sight, she sighed, and then turned to look into Zuko's golden eyes. "Why did you come? Why didn't you just let him get me?" Katara wasn't sure that it was a he, but she needed to use something else, something not so horrible. Zuko could see these thoughts flash across her face. His mind was, for a moment, one huge battleground. He looked at her pale, innocent face, shadowed against the rising sun. He wanted to tell her the real reason he had come to her rescue, to let all of his bottled up words flow outward. But he knew that if he started, he would not be able to stop, and he would ruin everything. It would just hurt both of them, if Zuko revealed his feelings. So he pushed them to the back of his mind, and turned sharply to face Katara. "You're no use to me if you're dead, are you, little peasant?" He ignored the tear that ran down her cheek, and turned away and stormed back to his room.

Stupid Stupid STUPID! What drove you do say that? Zuko got no sleep that night, as his wrods rang in his head, and whenever he closed his eyes, the voice got louder. It was as if something was ppunishing him for carrying out the plan. You were cruel to her, and you know it. Zuko tossed and turned, and when he finally couldn't take it anymore, he went to the practice deck, and took out his fury with blasts of blazing flames.

It's too much for my soul to bear,

I can hardly take it,

Although it's made me who I am,

I wish that I could change it.

Katara waterbended the waves angrily, whamming them against the side of the ship. Prat! she thought. Why did he have to be such a brute? She remembered how nice he was the night he kidnapped her, and blushed. Maybe it was just a teenager thing... she yawned, and realized it was time to go to bed. She shuffled back to her room, and fell asleep as soon ash her head hit her thin, rough pillow.

A/N:Srry this was so short, as I said, it just part of this chapter.

Remember, please review!

Ty Lee: It's so... poofy! Poof!

Me: What does poofy have to do with anything?

Ty Lee: Doesn't that rock coming at your head look so... poofy?

Me: What? is hit with rock, falls to ground.