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Day 6: AU!

OHH! TITLE! My First Kiss. (With A Prince)

I was riding my bike when I saw a crowd of people on the sidewalk. 'Oh great,' I thought. 'It must be more royalty visiting.' As I rode around the group, I saw who it was. Prince Zuko, Prince of the neighboring country. I rolled my eyes at the sight of all the teenage girls fawning over the 21-year old.

As I got out of the crowd, my chain came off my bike. I looked down to try and figure out what was wrong, and I hit a pebble wrong, and boom! I flew off my bike and onto the ground and my bag. It was gracefully either. I heard a sickening crack come from my left arm. Just like wen I was 10, when I broke that same arm. I proceeded to scream in agony, grabbing the attention of the group I had passed. They all just stood there, too stunned to move.

Finally one of them came to my rescue, the Prince. When he came next to me. I was already writhing in pain. After I broke my wrist 9 years ago, you think that I would at least a little use to the pain, but no. This time it was more intense, as if I had broken both bones, not just one. Prince Zuko had no idea what to do, when his bodyguards rushed over. After feeling my arm and talking, they told him that they were going to me back to his hotel, where they would get a doctor for me. One of his tried to pick me up, but Zuko quickly dismissed him. He then went and picked me up, as if I weighed as much as a feather. It was a little uncomfortable, because my skinny jeans were twisted in all the wrong places. Then, he put me in the back of his limo. He shut and, I am guessing, went to talk to the driver to give him instructions. I held my left elbow. My arm felt as if it was on fire, and my bag wasn't helping at all. It was squished, because I landed when I fell. Setting it next to me, I checked all of its contents. Laptop, fine, cell phone and iPod, awesome, but my lunch, squished beyond recognition. Suddenly, the door opened to the sound of the engine turning over. The Prince came in, and the partition was raised behind me. So, Zuko and I were alone in the backseat.

We rode a few minutes in silence, when the Prince asked me a question.

"I am sorry to be rude, by might I inquire what your name is?"

"Katara Arnaq."

"Well, Katara Arnaq, I am Prince Zuko. Call me Zuko, please. I hate titles." Zuko said in his sexy accent. "We are going to get your arm fixed up in my hotel room, and then we would like to extend an invitation to you for dinner tonight. And, depending on what time dinner gets over, we would like you to stay the night with us."

I was shocked to even hear that they were going to feed me, nevertheless let me stay at the hotel.

"The food and rooming isn't necessary. As long as I can get something on my arm, I need to get home."

"Nonsense. It is polite to accept anything that a Prince offers you, unless completely unreasonable. You are just lucky that I am doing this for you, if you were decline, how would that show up in the tabloids. Oh yeah, something like, 'Prince Zuko Gets Dumped by Girl With Broken Arm,' or something even more ridiculous. The everyone would be falling around me, pretending to hurt something, just to get to spend the day with me." He sounded mad, and he looked mad, but his eyes deceived him. They were sparkling, as if he were hiding a secret, or laughing in his head at something.

When we got to his hotel, I was in awe. The finest hotels for a Prince, that must be it. His room was on the 50th floor. Well, the 50th floor was his room. There was a kitchen, a giant bathroom, a sitting room, living room, and even a pool there! But one problem that I could see so far, only one bedroom. With a giant fluffy bed in it. There was no way that I was going to share with Zuko.

The doctor put a splint on my arm, tell me to ice it, and take so much medicine every so often to get rid of the pain and swelling. I ignored it, because I knew that none of that stuff worked for me. But the Prince was listening intently, he even had the doctor write it all him. He was planning on me taking the pills when the doctor said so, but I wasn't.

Zuko had to leave for a meeting, and there was still two hours left before dinner. He insisted that I stay the night, so I had no choice in that. After he'd been gone for 30 minutes, I pulled out my book, 'The Anti-Twilight Truth.' and I got to Chapter 11: Llamas, when there was a knock at the sitting room door. I got up to answer it, expecting to see Zuko, but instead, a wise-looking old man.

"I'm sorry to intrude, but I was wondering if you would like to have some tea with me. I am General Iroh, the Prince's uncle, but call me Iroh. Would you care to join me?" He offered his arm, and I took it after a moment of hesitation. He lead me to the dining room, off the kitchen, where two cups were already set out amongst a beautiful tea set. Gesturing me to a seat, he went and poured the tea.

Iroh and I soon got to talking, and he gave me a short summary of why he and Prince Zuko were there. He explained that, even though Zuko's parents died in a tragic car crash, Zuko was still Prince. He had to get married before he could be king. There were here, because Zuko had rejected every suitor that he had in their country, and they were going to find new ones. Iroh was one of those men that could make you laugh at almost anything they say, because he is that goodhearted. I was sad when he had to go to his room to get ready for a meeting. I went back to the sitting room, to read my book, where there was a surprise waiting for me. Iroh had the pleasure of going and buying me new clothes for my stay, in an effort that we didn't have to go to my house for anything. There was a swimming suit (one piece), pajamas, skinny jeans, and a new shirt laid out for me.

I put on the swimming suit and went to the hot tub, seeing that I couldn't swim because of my arm. I stayed until someone came and got me for dinner. Then I quickly got dried and put my clothes back on. I walked into the dining room to see Zuko and Iroh sat down, with the food already laid out.

I didn't get to talk to Zuko the entire time, because he had to leave early for a meeting. I did, however, get to talk to Iroh again. This time, he told me how Zuko got his scar, in the car accident that killed his parents. He was the only one that survived, not even hid sister lived.

Once we were done with dinner, Iroh told me how the sleeping arrangements were going to work out. Iroh had his own room on the floor below us, and Zuko and I had to decide who was going to sleep on the massive fluffy bed or the pull-out in the sitting room. I offered to take the pull-out because all of my stuff was already in there.

We were pulling out my bed when Zuko came in. The only way to get to his room was through the sitting room. He went into his room and shut the door connecting the rooms. Iroh left me so that he could go to bed. My arm was aching, but I got ready for bed anyway. I put on the pajamas, checked my e-mail, then climbed into bed with my iPod. I took it because I knew I wasn't going to get a lot of sleep that night.

I started to cry, because of my arm. I didn't want to wake up Zuko, so I was crying and suffering in silence. My favorite song, 'Don't Pull the Fire Alarm,' came on, when I felt someone get on my bed with me. I stiffened, but they just came up behind me and put their arms around me. Turning around, I was suddenly staring into a pair of golden eyes. Zuko had come in and saw me crying, I couldn't hear this because my earphones were in. I took them out and turned off my iPod, then I started to ask Zuko why he was there, but he shushed me. He turned me so I was completely facing him, and asked me what was wrong. Not trusting my voice completely, I just lifted my left arm up. He looked at it, then pulled me to his chest. I buried my head into his shoulder and started to cry again. He just petted my hair, leaving me to cry in peace.

When I was done crying, I took my head out of his shoulder and looked at him. His eyes were closed, and you would have thought he was asleep, but he was still petting my hair. I unconsciously started to trace the figures on his face. His eyes, ears, nose, then mouth. When I got to his lips, he took my hand in his, and kept them there. He opened his beautiful, golden eyes to me, and I became transfixed. Ever so slowly, I leaned in for a kiss, hoping that he wouldn't lean away. Surprising me, he leaned in closer, making my eyelids flutter closed as his tongue came into my mouth. My first kiss, shared with a Prince.

When we broke the kiss, he took me up into his arms again and brought me into his room. There, he laid me down, then climbed in next to me. I fell asleep in his arms, not wanting to waste their warmth.

We woke the next morning to the sound of Iroh on the phone in the next room, saying something about grand-babies. I laughed and looked at Zuko. He was smiling, eyes shining with happiness.

AN: Longest one-shot/chapter I have ever written! You better thank me hard for this one, because I was about to go to sleep when I had this idea. I ended up staying up until 1 in the morning writing IN A NOTEBOOK! I had to go and type it again this morning. You guys are just lucky that I do all this work for you guys * dramatic sigh. *