"Zuko, what are you trying to do to me?" I demand harshly, my fists clenched and my legs apart, standing my ground. I'm facing him; we're in a secluded part of the temple, inside a lofty room, with arches that stretch across the ceilings. Pillars support it, and large windows run around the room, most of them smashed or cracked from storms that had raged years ago, long forgotten by the wind's breath. It's vast and every noise that sounds is magnified, stretched out and repeated, again and again.

I stare at him long and hard, straining every muscle in my body that has seized up. It feels like a day until he replies. And it's disappointing.

"I don't understand." He says simply, those three words bounding off of every surface, repeating them time and time again, drilling into my mind, each time making me edge more and more to the brink of frustration.

"Liar." I spit at him. My accusation chants at him around the room, and he frowns, ever so slightly, a mere shadow of the scowl he wore every time I saw him those decades and decades ago (or so it felt), scratched against his face, when he was trying to bring us down. But now, he only seems confused. It just makes me even angrier.

"You know exactly what I am talking about." I tell him, my breathing labored as my heart runs ahead of me, "You're trying to force Aang and me apart, just popping up whenever we happen to be alone together, which by the way, hasn't happened for much longer than five minutes!" My fury stacks and stacks, each little thing that I hate about Zuko and the way he's acting piling up and up. But he continues to watch me through those golden eyes of his, and I realize that I'm not just feeling anger. The huge teetering pile collapses pathetically. It wasn't high; I could only think of very few reasons to why I hated him. And they were all contradicted by that simple fact...

I think I love him...

"You…have to accept it." I try to say it strong, but it just wavers and I feel my voice crack, failing me. I can't pull my eyes away from his, and he knows his charm is working. He knows that inside, the water is pouring, gushing, crashing into me and I'm becoming waterlogged once more, no room to breath, no room to think. But is it really water? Or is it fire? Bright and burning, flaring inside of me, making my blood rush and hammer through my veins, racing around my body in a frenzy.

It's chaos, complete and utter chaos.

"Katara, if I was to be here with Mai…" He says smoothly, working his magic; the fires roar and scream as her name is mentioned. I feel myself go red and my fingers grip each other, "What would you do?" He asks me, his eyes twinkling infuriatingly.

"I'd leave you to it, I'd be happy for you!" I say immediately, trying to convince him, trying to convince myself, but not as desperately as I would've before, when his lips hadn't left their mark on mine so vividly that sometimes I even touch mine, imagining that they were still there, before that dream that almost drove me insane, before he looked at me that intensely, the look that awoke the very inner being of me.

Zuko smiles at my answer and shakes his head. He steps closer. I close my eyes briefly, and see Aang smiling at me, turning round from steering Appa through the air, just smiling.

"Why are you smiling at me like that…?"

"Oh…I was smiling?"

But as I feel those soft lips, pushing against my own as if they had never left me the skies are gone. All I see are the warm flames, dancing inside of me, waltzing around us, and blessing.

My hands are hanging on to his neck, his slim, smooth, sensual neck. His skin is warm and welcoming. He's beautiful. We're beautiful together. That's all there is to it.

But it's still chaos.

I suddenly realize that our mouths are open, our tongues meeting briefly, touching. What are we doing? I'm uncertain, and make to pull away, but Zuko only clings tighter. He lets our lips part and whispers, his breath hot and humid:

"Don't worry, just please don't talk…"

This time I giggle, instead of becoming angry from his orders. Maybe it's because he said "please", maybe it's because kissing him is like breathing for the first time.

Whatever it is, I pull him down to meet me, deciding that maybe this kind of kissing wasn't so bad after all as our tongues began to dance. I explore him, he indulges in me.

We are together.

It's beautiful, it's chaos.

Beautiful Chaos.

And I never want to let him go... even if there is a boy waiting for me, back at camp...

Waiting for me.