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DAY FIVE: HARMONY

Yin and Yang. So different, but perfect for each other.

At Music Night in the Western Air Temple, the Gaang was trying out the old Air Nomad instruments. Toph had Metalbended the dents out and dusted them off. Some of the instruments were from the rest of the three nations.

Toph listened (she had been given no music lessons; she couldn't see how to play them), Aang was trying to be a one man band, Sokka was banging on the bongoes and playing a guitar, Katara chose a Water Tribe flute, the three musketeers (Haru, The Duke, and Teo) began to build a new musical instrument, Suki danced, Hakoda watched his daugther play a Water Tribe song her mother used to sing, and Chit Sang was playing the sitar.

Zuko watched as his friends brought out their individualities in music (as cliche as it sounded). He noticed a sungi horn, and remembered with a sad, remorseful feeling how his uncle used to play it on the ship. Zuko was, in fact, very talented at it, but he had given up fun and games a long time ago.

"Can't you play something, Zuko?" Toph asked.

"Why don't you?" Zuko retorted, dodging his question.

"Duh, blind." Toph said, rolling her eyes. "Your head's tilted towards the horn thing."

"Sungi." Zuko corrected her. "Uncle Iroh used to play it."

"I miss that old man." Toph smiled with fondness.

"Yeah, me too." Zuko sighed. He picked it up with a quiet, almost reverent look on his face. He raised the mouthpiece to his lips and began to play, his long fingers dancing across the holes.

Everyone stopped and listened. Katara watched in quiet amazement as Zuko's melodies drifted through the quiet air. It was full of longing and sadness that made her eyes tear up. It reminded her of Mom, her lost home, the War's damages, aching sadness. She felt a tear slip down her cheek, then another.

Zuko closed his eyes, floating with the music. He played for Uncle, his mother. This song was not made up by an ordinary Fire Nation musician, but from Zuko's heart. He heard a stiffled whimper and looked up, stopping.

Katara was slightly shaking and softly sniffling in her arms. Zuko set the horn down and walked over towards her. Katara was beginning to sob softly; Zuko's music had an effect on her more than anyone else's. Hakoda and Sokka had tears in their eyes, Aang was wiping his eyes, Suki stiffled her sniffling, Chit Sang looked solemn, The Duke was crying, Teo was looking down on the ground with sadness in his face, Haru looked downtrodden, and even Toph's lip trembled.

The others watched as the prince sat down next to the Waterbender and began to stroke her back as Katara began to hiccup.

Katara felt a warm hand rub her back comfortingly, and leaned into the touch. Zuko traced her back with soothing circles, not daring to say a word.

"Zuko?" Katara looked up and saw the prince gently stroking her back. She was so surprised she didn't even yell at him for touching her. Zuko stopped, as Katara's blue eyes met his.

"It was...sad. But...beautiful." Katara admitted.

"Thank you." Zuko smiled at her, a trace of a line on his face. He pulled her up. "I know something that wil cheer you up."

Zuko whispered to Aang, Sokka, Haru, Hakoda, and Chit Sang. They picked up a certain instrument and began to play, with Zuko as a conductor. It was a fast and thumping song, normally played at Fire Nation ballrooms. Sokka's drums banged out a fast-paced, quick rhythm. The others followed Chit Sang's cue. They all followed together in harmony.

The ones who were not playing began to sway and dance to the beat. Zuko directed Chit Sang to lead the group while he strode up to Katara.

"May I have this dance?" he asked, with a smooth, yet husky tone in his voice, like a perfect gentleman.

"Okay." Katara said with a tentative whisper. Zuko grasped both of her hands and began to lead her, giving her instructions. "Right, left, right. Quick steps, on your toes. Jump! Good...now I'm going to twirl you...follow my lead."

Katara's heart jumped as Zuko spun her around like releasing a top and gathered her flush against his chest. Zuko gripped her hands, and led her in a skipping-like dance arcoss the courtyard. She laughed, her hair whipping behind her, as she was spun so dizzily that she fell into Zuko.

Zuko caught her. Katara blushed faintly, and Zuko's fingers traveled up her chin and lifted it.

He pressed his lips to hers, swallowing her soft gasp. Katara did not pull away. She was in bliss. Zuko was cursing himself for acting on impulse, but he could bot deny that he very much liked Katara's soft lips against his chapped ones.

Their hearts beat in the exact rhythm, in harmony, like the music.