Me: Hello. I know I have been writing really short chapters, but I like the cliff hangers, anyway, enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own avatar and if I did I would put this in the script and just ignore the whole fanfic thingy
" Sooooo, what's up?", asked Zuko with a little shrug of uncertainty.
" Nothing much, it's just sometimes it's hard to hang around Sokka and Aang, they are kinda immature, you know?" Katara suddenly found that she wanted to unload on Zuko.
" Yeah, I kinda noticed they weren't the sharpest lightning bolt in the storm," Zuko said, as Aang danced in the distance around Sokka in a crazy and hyper fashion.
" Sometimes I wish they would just understand how it is to be a girl," Katara confided to the attendant Zuko.
" I grew up with girls, my sister and her friends. They would always say the same thing," Zuko tried to comfort Katara.
"My sister would always be really mean to me and Mai, but it didn't matter cause I knew we were family. I always thought she was so great and courageous, but now I am not so sure. She hurts and taunts people for fun and is trying to put me in prison," Zuko broke into tears. He started to tell Katara of his childhood and his scar and how his father was cruel. He talked about his mother leaving and Uncle Iaro, being his closest thing to a functional family.
Katara held Zuko in her arms, while running her fingers through his thick luxurious hair. They had formed an instant bond in their connection of sadness. As the night went on, Zuko and Katara Fell asleep in each others arms, tear stains on both their faces. Zukos arm wrapped around Kataras waist.