Katara was not pleased.

She was currently cramped into a small, steel box, which was on the back of a cart and heading for the Fire Nation capital. She had been captured by a bounty hunter because of a stupid mistake.

She had been in a village getting supplies when it had started to rain. Trying to protect the supplies from getting wet, she had used her bending to divert the water. Unsurprisingly, a bounty hunter had noticed and took the opportunity to capture the Avatar's waterbending friend.

As Katara sulked about her misfortune, the cart lurched to a sudden halt. "Hey, what are you-" A grunt of pain and the sound of a body hitting the ground cut off her captor's demand.

Katara listened intently, straining to hear her attacker. Suddenly, the tip of a blade pierced through the wall in front of her. The blade was withdrawn and someone began prying the slit open. Before she had a chance to react, her arm was grabbed and she was yanked out of her miniature prison.

Now outside in the rain, Katara looked at her attacker in confusion. He had released her arm from his grip and now stood perfectly still, staring at her. Only, she couldn't really tell if he was staring at her, because she couldn't see his eyes.

A soaking wet cloak adorned his figure, its hood hanging low over his head, concealing much of his face. The darkness of night concealed what the hood failed to, so all Katara could see was the dark outline of his chin and mouth.

She hesitated, before reaching out and touching the side of his hood, silently asking permission.

He didn't move.

Taking it as a good sign, Katara gently pushed back the hood so it no longer hid his eyes. What stared back at her was quite surprising.

Golden eyes and an angry red scar.

She immediately let go of his hood and backed away, yelling, "What are you doing here?"

Zuko raised his hands as if to show he meant no harm. "I'm not going to hurt you, I just wanna talk."

"What's there to talk about? You helped your sister kill Aang!"

I'm sorry! I-"

But Zuko never got to finish his sentence, because Katara had sent a powerful blast of rainwater at his abdomen, effectively knocking the wind out of him. Turning, Katara ran against the onslaught of wind and rain as fast as she could, trying to put as much distance as she could between herself and the hooded prince.

She did want to listen to his apologies or explanations. If she did, she might actually trust him.

Katara didn't want to risk getting her heart broken again.


Author's Notes: Yay! Two updates in one day!

I'm pretty happy with this drabble. It was actually inspired by a fanart irrel made a while ago...

So, uh, yeah. Not much to say about this one, either.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar or any of its characters.