I'll Follow You Home – A Zutara Story.
Meeoko
Summary : Sequel to 'Eventualities Are Inevitable'. After being captured by a group of Fire Nation radicals and uncovering a secret plot to destroy the Avatar Cycle, Zuko and Katara must work together to find a way to stop the Sila Vatra before Sozin's Comet arrives.
Spoilers : Puppet Master, Day Of Black Sun part 1 and 2, Western Air Temple, Fire Bending Masters and Boiling Rock part 1 and 2.
Author's Note : Well, that is it. The Comet has come. Avatar has ended. The finale was absolutely incredible, but I wont spoil it in case any readers haven't seen it yet.
From the results of my poll, I can see that most people preferred the way I wrote EAI to the style of this one. So now, I'm going to try and write this story along the same lines. Thanks for the input so far, guys. I hope I won't let you down.
Castle Anthrax pointed something out to me about the last chapter that I hadn't noticed before. I wrote that Master Piando had white hair, even though I know perfectly well he doesn't. I think my brain was on auto-pilot.
So sorry about the mistake guys. Just pretend it isn't there lol.
I also decided to put the fic back down to a T rating.
Sitting in a stuffy, dusty room, with a cold cup of tea and a slowly developing headache from the smell of the incense sticks Fat had began burning, Katara couldn't help but feel a little anxious. She sipped her Jasmine Tea timidly, without really tasting the flavour. The others did much the same, neither wanting to be the first to speak.
Still here. Still waiting.
As soon as Master Piando had welcomed them into the house, he had instantly whisked Hakoda away into another room to speak with him and left the rest of them with Fat, who was apparently Piando's right-hand man. They had been ushered into a small little room at the back of the house, with a few chairs and a single table, with only a pot of tea and a promise that Master Piando would call them when needed.
When needed? We're the ones doing all the work around here anyway.
So, for the most awkward thirty five minutes of her life, Katara had been sitting on a particularly uncomfortable whicker chair, wishing to catch even the slightest whisper of conversation through the walls. But no matter how hard she listened, even in the awkward silence of the group, Katara couldn't hear a single thing.
What's keeping them so long? What are they talking about that they can't say in front of us?
Teo coughed. Instantly, everyone's heads shot around to face him, each staring at him keenly and smiling expectantly. The boy's eyes shifted, obviously lost for words like the rest of them.
"I was, uh...just coughing."
Katara felt her shoulders physically slump back down along with the others. Fat had left them to their own devices quite some time ago and hadn't returned since. Their faces instantly drooped back into looks of either boredom, anticipation or nervousness. Vaguely, Katara wondered exactly what her own expression looked like.
Probably not too pleasant. This is getting ridiculous! I'm hungry, tired and cranky because of this stupid headache. I swear if I ever have to smell another incense stick again...
Looking across the room at her friends, Katara tried to figure out which emotion Zuko's face was trying to express. But his face was impassive. It gave nothing away. It never did.
She let out a puff of air. It was almost impossible to tell what Zuko was thinking whenever he looked like that. Katara continued to stare at him for a moment. To her relief, Zuko was staring at the carpet and wasn't paying her any attention. She observed the curve of his shoulders, the way his hair seemed to fall in about six different directions at once and she gazed intently at his face for a while, trying to pinpoint his expression.
She was determined to learn how to read Zuko as easily as a book. But something told Katara that that would take a lot of studying.
Zuko looked much more complex to her in black and white.
Or Gran-o-vision. A Sokka voice popped into her head.
As she was only able to see in shades of greys, blacks and whites, Katara was able to pick up on the subtle tones and tints of certain objects that had never held any interest to her before. It was now, she realised, that Zuko was no different.
Except I do care about him.
It was his scar that caught her attention the most.
Before, she had only ever seen an angry red that took up most of the right side of his face. She had never really taken the time to consider what it must really look like. It had always just been symbolic to Katara, at different intervals and with different meanings. The face of the enemy. The face of her saviour. The face of her lost, suffering friend. The face of the one she longed to kiss.
But now that she was seeing things differently, Katara could see every single different tint and colour within the burnt skin. She could see where past blood vessels had burnt and sizzled themselves dry inside the very tissue. Where certain parts of the skin stretched more tautly than others.
It was his right eye that had taken most of the damage. Around the circumference of the eye was the darkest blot of grey Katara could see on his face, where the main bulk of the blast had hit him.
I wonder if he can even see out of it anymore. His eye moves just fine, but it's just so small. Maybe he's blind in one eye. I'm not willing to ask him, it's just not fair.
To Katara, Zuko had seemed surprisingly withdrawn since they had set out on their journey from the Western Air Temple that morning. At least, more withdrawn than usual.
She was worried that something was wrong. Perhaps she had done or said something she shouldn't have? Maybe she shouldn't have been so forward with him the night before they left the Air Temple? Was it because she had scared him with her Eyeball Bending?
Why won't you talk to me, Zuko?
Although she wouldn't even acknowledge it as a coherent thought, Katara had been missing Zuko terribly. It sounded silly, when she had been either with him or around him since they had escaped capture and returned home. But now that they were back with the group, they couldn't risk being caught together.
Even though Katara knew this fully well, she kept feeling something inside her pulling her towards Zuko, like a physical need to be around him. Ever since that kiss. That passionate, wonderful kiss at the Air Temple, Katara had been hard pressed to think of much else.
It had been unlike any other kiss she had had before. It was so intense and yielding. The way Zuko had held her so desperately and she had clung to his clothes as he had tasted her on his lips. When he had parted her mouth a little and flicked his tongue over her lips, still in mid-kiss, Katara hadn't needed any further encouragement. Everything about it was new to her and Katara hadn't been entirely sure how to react. But there was just something about the way Zuko held her, touched her and kissed her that made Katara's stomach fall down into her feet.
He had nipped at her neck and her lower lip and sent his fingers running over the nape of her neck so lightly that it almost tickled.
She had slowly become enveloped in his touch and had been unable to think of anything else.
So, Katara had clung to Zuko in their spot as if she would never see him again. She wasn't even sure why! But she knew that she had to and more importantly, she wanted to.
Zuko. Why won't you just talk to me? Why won't you kiss me?
Ready to Water Whip somebody out of pure boredom and frustration at being ignored for so long, Katara felt that she couldn't take simply waiting for much longer. She did not know what hour it was. The sun had since set and there was now no use for the sun dial placed outside the window to help her, as the dark angry clouds above kept blocking the moons rays from telling the correct hour.
This is stupid. I can't just sit here. I need to be doing something. Anything.
Rubbing slow fingers over her tired eyes, Katara stood up from her chair and turned towards the back of the room.
"Hey, Sugar Queen." Toph sounded after her. "Where you goin'?"
Katara tried to hold in a heavy, sarcastic sigh. She had a feeling that Toph just liked to remind Katara that she knew where she was, and where she was going all of the time.
"I'm just going to go outside for a while." Katara replied. "It's too stuffy in here and I just want to clear my head."
She turned back around and headed for the sash doors built at the back of the room. Katara heard someone stand up behind her.
Ignoring it, Katara slid open the delicate little doors and stepped outside onto the balcony. The cool embrace of the spicy Fire Nation breeze wafted over her and cooled her clammy skin. Though the balcony did not directly overlook the beautiful view of the Merchant's District, Katara was certainly content to stare at the blend of lumpy, calloused rocks that made up the wall of the volcano. It wasn't as if she would be able to see all that much in the dark anyway, especially when she could only see in grey. And the crisp, cool air was beginning to dissipate her headache.
The patio doors slide open again behind her. It was Zuko who stepped out, with his hand still placed firmly on the frame. Katara felt her heart skip one beat a little too quickly.
"Katara? Can I talk to you for a minute?"
Katara raised an eyebrow.
When has he ever needed to ask me? Maybe it's still part of the act.
"Uh, sure, Zuko." she replied, cursing her voice for sounding disappointed, instead of pleasantly surprised.
Nodding, Zuko stepped out of the door frame and slid the sash doors closed behind him. Most of the light was snuffed out behind him, but the soft, dull glow of the inside lamp still shone through a little. Katara squinted in the darkness. It was much harder to pick Zuko out in the darkness now that she was temporarily night-blind.
"Zuko?" she asked. "Where are you?"
She jumped when he replied.
"Katara, I'm right next to you."
The presence of his ragged, confident voice always seemed to have some sort of calming effect on Katara. Squinting again into the darkness, she could just about pick up the light glow of Zuko's pale skin. As she looked a little harder, two intense grey angular slits began to appear and take form in the darkness. They were looking directly at her.
Katara felt her cheeks redden like a idiot and immediately looked back out over the balcony at the vast expanse of grey, lumpy rock in front of her. Zuko probably though that she was staring.
Gran-o-vision is definately not nighttime friendly. I wonder if Gran-Gran has the same problem with this sort of thing.
"Can't you see me?" he asked. Katara wasn't sure why, but it sounded as if this worried him.
"Not really." she admitted. "I can just about make out your eyes and skin if I squint. It's this stupid colour blindness. I can't really see anything in the dark."
Zuko just grunted in response.
What's wrong with him tonight? He's just like he was back when he first joined us. He looks so uncomfortable.
"Great view,huh?" she joked, trying to break the silence.
But again, all that Katara received was a grunt. She frowned lightly and looked down at the railing of the balcony. The wood felt cool and smooth under her hands and she tried to keep her mind completely and totally on any subject that didn't involve asking Zuko what was wrong.
It seemed that whenever she did, he either got very angry or just didn't answer her.
It's best to let him tell me when he's ready.
Katara let out a sigh and kept her eyes fixed on the wooden railing. She almost jumped when Zuko spoke, but attempted to hide it and turn the movement into a casual flick of her hair.
"Katara, do you think that people are born bad? Or that it just happens to them as they get older?"
Trying not to raise an eyebrow at Zuko's unexpected question, Katara leant her elbows on the wooden railing and tried to answer him as best she could.
"I used to think that some people were just born bad and that they would never change. But that's all changed now. Now, I just think that people have a choice. They have a choice of what they want to make of themselves. Anybody with a bad past has the ability to change themselves for the greater good."
Zuko was silent for a minute, seemingly thinking her answer over carefully.
"But what if those people, who grow up and choose to stay bad-" he stumbled "What if they could pass some of those traits onto their kids? What if their children grow up to be just like them without ever really having a choice?"
Katara was beginning to see what Zuko was talking about and she immediately sought for his hand in the darkness. It took her a while before she slipped her fingers between his and felt the warmth of his palm as he gently closed his hand over her own.
"Zuko, don't ever think like that. You're not Ozai." she whispered gently.
"But what if someday, I will be?" he murmured into the darkness, without looking at her. "What if someday, I just go too far and loose my temper with someone? What will happen when I look in the mirror in ten or fifteen years? What if I see my father staring back at me? I'll be Ozai, but with this ugly, stupid scar on my face!"
Katara caught her breath in her chest. How could Zuko be saying such things about himself? How could he ever compare himself to that monster?
Using Zuko's grip as a guide, Katara turned to face where she imagined he was standing and tried to seek his eyes in the darkness.
"Zuko, don't you ever say anything like that ever again. You are not your father and you never will be. How can you say that you're like him after everything that you have done to help us? After all of the sacrifices you've made? Ozai doesn't have a single compassionate bone in his body."
When Katara receive no reply, she continued.
"Just because your father is a bad man, it doesn't mean that you'll be. You could be more like your mother." Zuko seemed to loosen his grip on her hand.
Katara tugged on his hand and he turned away from the railing to face her. She could just about see his eyes looking down at her. They had softened since she had first come face to face with them all those months ago in the Southern Water Tribe. There was wisdom, experience, hardship and kindness in those eyes.
Hoping that her judge of nighttime depth perception wasn't off, Katara reached up her other hand to Zuko's face. The scarred side.
At first he flinched away from her touch, as he always did whenever anybody got close to it, but when she gently stroked it with the back of her fingers and stared up at him, he relaxed.
"This doesn't define you, Zuko. You are who you are. This doesn't matter. Even if you do wake up one day and see Ozai in the mirror, this scar will remind you. It will remind you of what he did to you. How much you had to suffer and work and learn to make yourself the person you are now. It will show you that you are not your father."
Katara's eyes never once left Zuko's. She placed her palm on the scar and felt the warmth from it slowly ebbing into her skin.
Zuko's always warm.
He gently squeezed her fingers between his own. Leaning into the touch of her hand, he wrapped his other hand around her waist and drew her in close to him. Katara pressed herself into the comforting warmth of Zuko's chest as he embraced her.
The smell of burnt Juniper wafted past and seemingly enveloped her as she held onto his shirt, their other hands still entwined tightly, like two dancing dragons.
Zuko...
Zuko's cheek nestled at her forehead. Raising her eyes from his chest, Katara followed the warmth of his face, up and up. His chin was clean-shaven and smooth. Their cheeks touched and their eyes met. Katara could feel Zuko's heart speeding up under her palm. He leant his face down to her, closing his eyes. Arching her neck to meet him, Katara closed her own to anticipate the soft and tender warmth of his lips.
"Hey, Sparky! Princess! Get in here already!"
Katara jumped half a mile in the air, accidentally head-butting Zuko in the nose.
They immediately sprang apart, the warmth leaving Katara's fingers as Zuko let go of her hand. Trying to focus her nighttime-intolerant eyes, Katara turned to see Toph, with her head poking from behind the sash door.
"Toph! Hi! What's up? Everything okay? Zuko and I were just,uh...talking about Water Tribe stuff. You know, that sort of thing." Katara babbled, her voice uncontrollably high, as she waved her hand stupidly in greeting and immediately began fiddling with her hair. Her forehead hurt from where she had crashed into Zuko with it and Katara was pretty sure that she had a red mark there. Her headache immediately returned ten-fold.
Spirits curse you, Toph Bei Fong! I swear you'll be the death of me!
Zuko was clutching at his nose, but remained silent.
Toph's face was very hard to see in the dark, especially with Katara's new Gran-o-vision, but she could tell simply by the Earth Bender's voice what she must have looked like. Smug and sarcastic.
"Yeah, sure Katara. Sounds really interesting. Mind telling me why you just broke Sparky's nose over a friendly discussion about the Water Tribe, then?"
Even though Katara was furious at Toph for barging in, scaring them to death, making her collide with Zuko's nose and then sounding sarcastic about it, she was more concerned about wether what Toph was joking or not.
Surely she's joking. It wasn't that hard, right?
"What? I didn't break his nose. Did I?" she asked guiltily, still maintaining her high-pitched tone.
Zuko made muffled sounds from behind his hand, as Toph replied, chuckling to herself.
"Fraid so, Princess. Heard the bone crunching from over here."
Forgetting her embarrassment, Katara rushed over to Zuko and tried to prise his hand away from his nose. But he wouldn't budge.
La give me strength. I broke Zuko's nose! He can withstand jumping in the icy North Pole sea, getting blown up by pirates and shot at by lightening – but he decides to break his nose when I'm going to kiss him!
"Zuko. Zuko, take your hand away." Katara chided, as if talking to a naughty child.
"Dwmnt wmm ooo." he muffled back, his hands still clasped protectively over his nose.
Though Katara had absolutely no idea what Zuko had just said to her, he definitely wasn't showing any signs of moving his hands away for her to have a look. Katara thought this odd and raised an eyebrow.
He's had worse than this. He almost died when we escaped from the Sila Vatra and he's worried about a broken noise? Does it really hurt that much or is he just embarrassed? Maybe he thinks that I'll do more harm than good. Ugh, Toph! What awful timing!
"Come on Zuko. I just need to see how bad the break is." Katara tried again.
"Nnnhu ahm fne. Rully. Dussn hr thuh mch."
Katara frowned, conscious of the fact that Toph was still standing in the doorway, smirking at her. Even after Katara had guessed that it was Zuko that Toph had a crush on, she had never expected anything to come of it. Why was Toph being so awkward? Had she seen (or more likely, felt) them about to kiss?
This must be about that talk we had at the Air Temple. Maybe she's jealous? Does she know about us? That would explain why she's been so crabby lately! She's got a crush on Zuko and now she knows that we both like each other. What should I do now? Am I supposed to say something about it? Apologise? Wait – apologise for what?
Zuko was still not letting Katara get anywhere near his nose, even though Katara could begin to see a little trail of blood seeping through his craftily cupped hands. Every time she got a good angle to get his hands away, he would twitch or manoeuvre himself out of her grasp. After several moments of pointless swerving and ducking, Katara was beginning to get annoyed with his childishness.
Toph snorted, leaning against the door frame.
"Hey Princess, you healing him or dancing with him? Because I can't quite tell."
Katara felt her eyebrows twitch. She desperately wanted to defend herself and her honour, to scold Toph for eavesdropping and being so rude. But she couldn't now. Katara needed to check on Zuko's nose, wether he was willing to let her or not.
Right. No more Miss Nice Bender.
Backing away from Zuko, she decided that enough was enough.
"Look, Zuko. If you don't let me look at your nose right now, I'm going to Blood Bend you into it. Now are you going to be a baby about this, or will you let me heal you?"
Zuko looked ridiculous as he frowned behind his cupped hands and then wished he hadn't when he flinched painfully at his own movements.
"Yu nuu yurr gunng tu pay furr thss, riht?"
Katara pretended that she knew what he had just mumbled and crossed her arms.
"Come on, Zuko. Don't make me give you till the count of three."
Toph was sniggering behind her, with her arm placed up against the frame of the door as she calmly watched the show.
"This is priceless! Better watch out, Sparky. Mom's giving you till the count of three."
Katara managed to stop herself from shooting back a nasty retort, but wasn't able to keep a low growl from rumbling in her throat. They had had this argument many many times before and frankly, Katara thought that it was really starting to get old.
There was noise and movement from behind Toph.
"Hey, Toph!" Sokka called. "What's taking so long? Master Piando wants us in the briefing room now. Where are Zuko and Katara?"
Katara slapped herself on the forehead.
Oh Spirits, no!
"Oh, nothing, Snoozles. Bossy Pants and Mister Sunshine are out here." Toph grinned, obviously trying to hold back giggles. "I was just watching your sister here acting like Miss Matron after she broke Sparky's nose."
It took Katara almost ten minutes before she was able to convince Zuko to let her heal his nose. She felt insanely guilty and apologised to him continually. It hadn't been a particularly bad break, but Toph had certainly been right.
How could I break his nose? I didn't hit him that hard. Did I?
After Katara and Zuko had shuffled uncomfortably back into their little room, an almost hysterical Sokka had led them to Piando's briefing room. Katara rubbed her sore forehead as Sokka continued to laugh and pipe up with unwanted comments about the whole incident.
"Maybe Toph should think of a new nickname for you, Katara. Maybe something like 'Killer' or 'The Embowler'. Ooh! How about...'Azula's Apprentice'?!"
Zuko frowned and crossed his arms. It wasn't the most tactful comment that her brother had come up with.
"Shut up, Sokka." Katara mumbled, only keeping her eyes on the plush carpet of the corridor. "It was an accident."
I still feel horribly guilty about it anyway.
"What were you guys doing anyway?" Sokka asked. "How did you manage to break Zuko's nose on the balcony?"
Katara could feel her spine freezing over as she walked behind him down the lengthy corridor. A little tingle went up straight from her toes to the top of her head. Sokka was getting suspicious and she had absolutely no idea how she was going to explain the situation without giving them away. She tried not to panic and come up with some sort of stupid, unbelievably excuse.
"Katara and I were, uh, playing a game." Zuko said quickly, before Katara could think of anything.
She slapped her forehead.
"What kind of game?" Sokka asked again, sounding un-impresed with the explination. She could just about picture him narrowing his eyes into beady slits and sticking his bottom lip out as he walked in front of them. It was the same, stupid look he always made when he was suspicious.
At least he's not wearing the detectives hat and the monocle anymore...
Katara wondered exactly how Zuko planned to answer this one. She would have diverted Sokka's attention away from it with some sort of believable, clever answer. But she found that she just couldn't think of one. It seemed to her that they were a little too old to be playing games anyway. Especially with the situation they were in.
"We were playing, uh...Chicken-roach." Zuko replied uneasily. "You know? That game where you challenge the other persons bravery? You have to punch at the persons face closer and closer until they chicken-out."
Sokka stopped in his tracks and turned around to face both of them. He crossed his arms and frowned a little.
Katara felt like cringing under the weight of Sokka's gaze. She began to fiddle with her hair nervously beside Zuko, who just stood there calmly.
What a stupid excuse! That's ridiculous. Nobody is going to believe that!
Sokka's face split into a grin.
"Chicken-roach, huh? That sounds like fun! Zuko, you have to play that with me sometime!"
Katara's eyes almost popped out of her head. Her shoulders slumped down in relief and she sighed heavily. Her brother was such an idiot sometimes, but she was glad that he was. Zuko just rubbed at the back of his neck and looked at her like he always did whenever he had won. He was acting smug.
"Yeah. Katara didn't think that I'd be able to do it. She thought I'd move out of the way. Guess I showed you, Katara."
She decided to go along with the act, to keep Sokka off their trail.
"I wouldn't see it as such a victory, Zuko. Now you have to deal with the fact that the little Water Tribe girl broke your nose."
Twice.
Zuko crossed his arms and stuck his lip out, pretending to be angry.
"At least I proved you wrong. I'd never flinch away from a fight."
"No kidding." Katara mumbled as they continued walking down the hallway.
I only hope that Toph doesn't say anything...
They turned a corner and entered a large, untidy room. Papers and empty cups of tea were littered everywhere. All that furnished the room was a desk, table and a large map of the four nations pinned to the wall. The ceiling above seemed to be covered in several patches of an odd smudge. It may have been a Fire Nation decoration. Perhaps red swirly ceilings were the newest fashion? But Katara was pretty uncertain about her judgment, as she had no idea wether it was actually red that dotted the roof. It was just a dark smudge to her Gran-o-vision.
"About time." Toph piped up from her seat around the table covered in maps and papers. "We've been waiting for you guys."
"We are eager to begin." Piando added from the head of the table. Although his voice was as mellow and smooth as it had been before, Katara was certain there was a hint of annoyance in his tone.
She tried not to let this bother her. Her father and Master Piando had made them wait for much longer. It wasn't fair that they should be looked at like naughty little children for taking an extra ten minutes.
They took their respective places around the table. Zuko sat on her right and Sokka went to join their father further up the table. Teo was to her left.
Katara was secretly glad that she was not sitting next to Toph. The Earth Bender's attitude had been a little unnerving.
"Now." Master Piando began. "Hakoda and I have been discussing the best use of our position. We have decided that Teo, Hakoda and Sokka will be staying here with me during the mission."
He cast a glance over Toph, Katara and Zuko.
"You three will begin your observations of the Sila Vatra in the East Side of the Merchant's Quarters, closest to the base of operations."
He pointed a single slender finger onto the map, showing them the exact location in relation to Master Piando's home, which was circled in ink. For some reason, Zuko seemed to twitch beside her.
Katara tried not to bite her lip. She knew that they were going to have to split up, but now that it had been decided, she couldn't help but worry. Master Piando continued.
"I have organised for you all to take lodging at the Three Embers Inn. The owner is an acquaintance of mine and he is perfectly aware of your mission. He is a good man and I trust him fully."
"You will all be expected to work at the inn to pay for your rooms whilst you are there. This will also help to enforce your colony refugee stories. Now, I have gathered some information on the layout of the Sila Vatra base of operations and it seems that any inside activity is usually carried out during late afternoon and into the night. After you have finished your work, you will immediately begin your observations."
He looked at them directly. Katara assumed that it was the closest look to pity that the swordsmaster could manage. "I'm afraid that there won't be much time for sleeping."
"But what about you guys?" Toph asked, digging a finger into her ear, disgustingly.
Hakoda's face was impassive as he assumed his all-familiar role of Chieftain and tactician.
"Sokka, Teo, Master Piando and I will be continuing our own operations from here. Our goal will focus mainly on analysing the layout of the palace and its weak points."
He pointed at Zuko.
"Obviously, Prince Zuko has been most helpful in providing us information so far, but we would like to continue in preparation for the comet. Teo and Master Piando have already begun planning several war machines and explosives that we may need. We will also be keeping a close look out for any sign of where the remaining troops are being held. We will keep in close contact with you using Sokka's messenger hawk in the meantime. The owner of The Three Embers will interpret these messages for you whilst you are staying with him and you should answer accordingly. We need to gather as much information as we can on the Sila Vatra before the comet comes."
For a moment, everyone was silent. Katara felt a little uncomfortable and began playing with her hair, as was her habit.
"I'm not going to have to change anyone's nasty old bedsheets, am I?" Toph asked.
Author's Note : This chapter is my longest yet. Hopefully, this was a little more in keeping with the EAI style of writing and not too boring.
It feels a little weird writing all of this when I know what happened in the finale and exactly how different all of it is. But seeing as the show is now over, what else can we do but keep the ATLA magic going by writing fan fics?
Oh, and I forgot to mention. A good friend (and faithful reviewer) of mine has just begun a new Zutara story, taking place 5 years after the end of the war. Her name is XORooeru and the story is called 'One Visit'.
Also, I would like to thank several reviewers for being so loyal and helping me throughout each of the fics. Culacala, ZutaraFan4, Shadowfox2107 , rezmutt, smartcheer917, NorthernLights25, Castle Anthrax, Harlequin Jade, Lexabeta, cynicalmuse, shnioob, MusicIsLove92 and Thawn716.
I hope I haven't left anybody out. No arguing about it - you guys rock.