A/N: May I remind you that this is my first fanfic.

Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender.

He has no right!

Chapter 2

Zuko didn't think of the little incident that happen 5 minutes ago. He decided not to run after her when she ran out. He knew that she would be back to say sorry. She always did. I guess it's just in her nature. He ran his finger through his dark black hair and considered taking a bath.

Katara sat at the end of the hallway thinking about going back to the bedroom where she left her husband behind. She immediately eliminated the thoughts from her mind and put a hand on her head. She knew Zuko didn't like getting yelled at, but he didn't have to hurt her like that. She stared at her wrist for a split second and thought about healing it.

"Why does Zuko always have to prove he is the man? He always changes his moods and I like it when he's n ice and sweet."

Katara stood up and wiped her tear stained face with her pajama top sleeve and walked down the stairs towards the kitchen. On her way she was greeted by many. Yes it was surprising to her that everyone loved her. She was sure as ever that every one would hat her after she married the once called Prince Zuko. When she reached the middle of the hall she was greeted by an unusual stare from a Hazel eyed red headed women. She was beautiful Katara thought, but why the hell was she looking at her that way? Katara stared into the young woman's eye's her gaze was soon token off Katara. "Wow, That was weird" Katara said to herself bumping into Iroh.

"Katara!" Iroh exclaimed, hugging her gently.

"O...I'm so sorry Uncle Iroh I didn't see you com…" she trailed off before Iroh interrupted her.

"Don't worry my dear, it was all my fault" he said smiling up at Katara.

"No it was…."

"No Katara, it was mine" Iroh said again. Katara just gave up and wrapped her hands around her back.

"I was just looking for you, you know?" He said in a calm and soothing voice.

"Really? What's wrong?" She asked in an unsure kind of way.

" Well, I was wondering if you would like to play a game of Pai Sho with me." Iroh said in a happy way and then pouted his lips out adding that the guards didn't want to play with him anymore. Katara agreed and asked it they could play in the Garden.

"Of Course we can, anything for you" He said with a huge grin plastered on his face that soon faded after he saw the burned bracelets on her wrist that she'd forgotten about. "My dear Katara, What happened?" He asked with worry leaking from his voice.

Katara quickly took her hand from Iroh's grip and said "O it's nothing...really…it's nothing. Zuko just had a little temper tantrum is all?

"Well, I'm going to have a little talk with that nephew of mine. Who does he think he is putting his hands on you like that."

"O, Uncle Iroh, he didn't mean it. He was just a little cranky. Please don't tell him I told you. I don't want this to get out of hand. So please promise me that you won't say anything."

Iroh couldn't resist Katara's pled and agreed. He canceled the Pai Sho game and told Katara to heal her wrist then go rest. She nodded at Iroh and they said their good-byes.

She headed into the kitchen and asked the cook for a pale of water. The tall, pale skinned, brown-eyed man went into the cabinets and pulled out a dark blue pale and pumped water into it. "Here you are My Lady" He smiled, handing her that water, while kneeling as if he were a night in shinning armor. " Thanks" she giggled before walking out trying to hide her blush.

She headed towards her Study and opened the large metal doors. Why does everything have to be metal she asked herself. She was lucky she had a mahogany wood desk that she got imported from the Earth Kingdom. She couldn't stand writing on metal. It made her feel like she was in prison or something. She sat the pale on her desk and dug her hands in the water. Blue gloves stared to form around her hands and she began to heal. She wrapped her left hand around her right wrist and her right hand around the left wrist. Her skin around her wrist returned to it's normal color and she smiled at the sight.

Ahhhh…….I HATE typing!!! Review please