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Here's the final drabble for Zutara week 2012. :( It's kind of long, but I wanted to end it on a good note.

Without further ado, Zutara, Chapter 7!

Seasons:

"So, what you're saying is," Toph began with a smirk. "You were stuck in a love mountain that supposedly had no exit, trapped with a bunch of hippies, managed to get seperated, and still made it out alive?"

The gang sat around a fire, camping out for the night before they had to get moving again the next morning. Sokka nodded vigorously, a grimace on his face.

"Plus, those nomads always sang the most annoying song! And guess who just happened to get stuck with them?" He paused for dramatic effect. "Me!"

Toph cracked up, kicking her dusty feet. "Man! How did you guys ever survive without me? Either you're ridiculously lucky or incredibly smart, and I highly doubt you were smart!"

The others, minus Zuko, pitifully nodded, agreeing that their wit probably wasn't what saved them. Aang and Katara had slight blushes staining their cheeks. Toph settled down, wiping an imaginary tear from her eye.

"Jeez," She sighed. "So what song did they sing?"

"Many, many songs." Sokka answered gravely. "There was the Secret Tunnel one... The love one... ummmm..."

"What's the Secret Tunnel one?"

Sokka smiled widely before breaking out into ear shattering wails that was supposed to be singing.

"SECRET TUNNEL! SECRET TUNNEL!

THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN!

SECRET, SECRET, SECRET-"

He stopped abruptly when Katara reached over and smacked his head. Everyone began shouting at him, covering their ears in pain.

"Sokka, shut up!"

"Agni! What the hell was that?"

"My ears! I think their bleeding!"

"You know, for someone that hates that song, you sure love singing it!"

The watertribe boy rubbed the back of his head, glaring at all of them. "You guys just don't understand art!"

"Sokka," Zuko said. "I'm pretty sure a dying elephant-cat could sing better than that!"

"Hey!" Suki interrupted. "I happen to think he sings very well!"

Sokka puffed out his chest. "Why thank you Su-"

"As long as I don't have to hear it!" She added with a playful smirk. Everyone laughed as Sokka pouted, but soon he was joining in with their laughter as well.

When they had settled down, they all exchanged songs that they had heard before. Some sad, some hilarious, and others were poetic. Either way, Sokka was not allowed to sing the rest of the night.

Everyone had retired to their tents. That is, everyone but Zuko. He was sitting on a large rock that had a clear view of the moon. Everything that night had been easy going, but it also caused the firebender to have a slight sadness. The whole thing had reminded him of 'Music Night' aboard his ship. It reminded him of his Uncle.

"Hey."

Zuko turned around to see Katara. She joined him on the rock, watching his face.

"Hey." He replied, still looking at the moon. "I thought you were asleep."

"Nah," She answered. "I'm kinda a night person."

The waterbender studied him closer, noticing the slight clench of his jaw, the little worry wrinkle on his forehead, even the small twitch of his lips.

"Is something bothering you?" She asked lightly. His head jerked to the side, as if surprised she had noticed anything wrong. He avoided her gaze.

"No. I'm fine."

Katara narrowed her eyes in doubt. "You're a terrible liar, Zuko. Just tell me what's wrong."

He finally looked at her squarely, a slight smile on his lips. "You don't give up do you?"

He sighed before giving in. "It's my Uncle. Just before I came to find you guys, I visited the Fire Nation prison he was located at. When I got there, guards were unconscious, walls were burnt, and his cell was ripped open." Katara waited for him to explain further. "He had escaped. All on his own. Without any assistance, just by pure strength."

He felt a little pride that his Uncle could still be so strong. But it deflated quickly when he continued. "I don't know where he is, and I have no idea where he could've gone. I guess I'm just worried is all. And really, really guilty."

Katara immediately understood why he felt guilty. She probably would too if she had turned on her own uncle. Not that she had one.

A bitter-sweet smile curved his pale lips. "Tonight reminded me of him. He used to have something called 'Music Night' when we travelled by ship. The whole crew came and everyone sang, danced, and played music until it was late in the night. I only joined them a few times since I wasn't all to fond of the Tsungi Horn."

She looked at him curiously. "Tsungi Horn?"

"My Uncle forced me to play it whenever he got the chance. Damn instrument." He cringed. "Anyways, Uncle used to sing a lot. He loved to sing just as much as he loved to drink tea. He wasn't good, but he wasn't bad either." Another smile found its way to his face.

Katara could see the kind old man sitting on a ship singing to the sea. It made her happy just to imagine it.

"What did he sing?" She asked. Zuko looked up in thought, his adams apple poking from his throat.

"I'm pretty sure it was called 'Four Seasons.' He sang it all the time. I think it was his favorite song." He replied before looking back to her lightning blue eyes.

Katara blushed before looking down at her hands. She really wanted to hear it. Really, really bad. The girl bit her lip, trying to decide if she should ask or not. Finally, she looked back up at him with a determined expression.

"Will you sing it for me?"

Zuko nearly choked on his own spit when he heard her request. He looked at her with wide eyes.

"S-Sing for you?" He asked, his voice a little higher than he intended. "Why?"

"Because I want to hear it." She put on the best puppy dog face she could master. "Please, Zuko?"

A little squeak sounded from the back of his throat. He seemed to be internally battling with himself. To sing, or not to sing?

He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing he had lost this fight. "Agni, I can't believe I'm doing this..." His golden eyes opened to look at her. "Fine! I'll sing for you, but you can't tell anyone about this!"

She grinned and winked up at him. "Of course not! This is our little secret."

He glared before clearing his throat.

"Winter, Spring,

Summer, and Fall."

Katara's eyes widened when she heard his voice. It was husky and rough, but it didn't sound scratchy, instead it gave him a masculine charm. He was perfectly on tune, and the tone of his voice gave a soft kind of atmosphere. She was entranced.

"Winter, Spring,

Summer, and Fall.

Four Seasons,

Four Loves."

Their gazes met and his cheeks turned a little red.

"Four Seasons,

For love."

He finished in a whisper. Sometime while he was singing, their heads had bent closer and closer together, their breaths mingling. And then, ever so slowly, Zuko closed the gap.

Katara could've sworn she saw sparks in her vision. His lips gently pressed against hers, making the butterflies in her stomach go crazy. She leaned forward, deepening the kiss. He didn't hesitate to return the favor.

After a few moments, they pulled away, their eyes fluttering open in a daze. He stared at her, not sure what to do next.

She smiled up at him. "You sing good."

And then she leaned forward again.