Sorry for not posting in so long to make it up to you lovely peoples I shall post this chapter as soon as I edit it. This is mainly going to be Zutara friendship/romance so if you're here for some Kataang your lost and need to find another story before your attacked by a bunch of rabid zutarians.
Me to my friend Austin: Guess What?
Austin: What?
Me: I own ATLA!
Austin: REALLY?!
Me: No. :(
I thought about it for a second. What was guaranteed too make him happy? The answer came to me immediately, his bike or baby as he calls it. But first I wanted to know what was up with the swords.
"Um could you tell me about the swords hanging on your wall?" I asked awkwardly. He glanced at the swords then shrugged.
"There's not much to tell, I've learned how to use them but other than that I'd have to show." He paused and seemed to be judging the space of his room. "I'd show you now but…" he trailed off and gestured around the room.
Perfect I now had a plan. "Well why don't we take your motorcycle out someplace and you can… show… me… there." I ended weakly because by the time I had finished my sentence Zuko had grabbed his swords and my hand and had dragged me out to the garage where his shiny motorcycle sat welcomingly.
Zuko handed me an extra helmet which I noticed was different from the last time. The last one had been plain black; this one was black as well but with water drops airbrushed onto the side. When I glanced at Zuko for an explanation he just looked away innocently.
I shrugged it off and got on behind Zuko who had already opened the garage door and started the motorcycle's engine. Then with a final minute of hesitation on my part and anticipation on Zuko's we sped off into the night. I clutched on to Zuko for dear life.
Zuko's PoV.
I love motorcycles.
Katara's PoV.
As we flew through the night I realized that I had absolutely no idea where we were going. It didn't matter, I decided, Zuko wouldn't put me in a dangerous situation. The motorcycle turned sharply causing me to tighten my grip on Zuko; I could almost swear he smiled under his helmet.
When we finally reached our destination Zuko had to hold my elbow to keep me steady. Once my knees stopped shaking he led me through the gates of what appeared to be a city park and off the cobblestone path that was laid out for joggers. We walked over the lawn and through all the trees in silence until we reached a weeping willow by the pond. Zuko paused and his lips tightened while a look of reflection came over his face. I stood and waited to see if he would say something or if he would go in. Finally with a look of determination he parted the vines of the willow and led me under its graceful shelter.
He then sat and stared ahead at the pond thoughtfully. I sat next to him unsure of what to do for a while. Finally fed up of sitting there uselessly I gently laid my head on his shoulder. He didn't seem to mind so I kept it there and waited for him to speak. After a little more thoughtful silence he breathed in deeply and said in his soft husky voice "I haven't been here since my mother was driven out."
I frowned. What did he mean his mother was driven out? I felt his arm wrap around me as he laid down tugging me with him into a hug. I knew this type of hug having been captured in it before. It was the hug that begged for acceptance and told you somebody wanted to trust you. So I hugged back and laid my head on his chest giving the permission to pour his heart out to me and the guarantee that I wouldn't throw it back in his face. "My father was vying for more inheritance then my Uncle, which upset my grandfather. So he asked my father to try living without a family member. I don't know how that nullifies it but my father seemed to understand.
"My sister told me that my father was going to dump me on the streets while I slept and my mother overheard her. I told my self that Azula was just lying to get to me but the next day… when I woke up… my mother was gone."
Holy Freaking Crap how much shit had my friend been put through. Whatever god was messing with Zuko would have hell to pay for when I got to the spirit world. Zuko wasn't as good at story telling as Mai but I could feel the waves of emotion coming off of Zuko.
I didn't know what to say so I held him tighter and willed all the bad stuff to go away. It didn't work, I could tell from the way he buried his face in my hair that it still hurt even now probably years later.
After the silence had ran out Zuko got up and got his swords. I hadn't even noticed them. He then ran through a number of stances and moves. After a while of watching his graceful steps and swipes I found two sticks and asked him to show me a few moves. He smiled and nodded dropping his swords. He then walked up behind me and gently grabbed my hands so that my arms were matched up with his arms perfectly. He then began to whisper instructions into my ear in a husky voice that sent shivers down my spine.
Zuko's PoV.
I love swords.
Katara's PoV.
I was beginning to get uncomfortable mainly because I felt a little too comfortable in his arms. So after much debating and blushing on how to get out of my best friend's arms I finally just yelled "Tag your it!" and ran off. What followed was a half hours worth of chasing each other around the tree.
This ended too due to that stupid unseen rock that moved into my way just to trip me. I went flying Zuko right behind me. It would have been a beautiful seen if the air hadn't been knocked out of me, sending me into a coughing fit. Zuko who had landed on top of me laughed joyfully earning which I hope was a death glare from me. We spent the rest of the night laying there staring at the stars through patches in the willow.
After we had rode back home Zuko parked his motorcycle in the garage and walked me to my door. Before I went inside Zuko grabbed my arm and whispered a soft "Thank you."
Unsure of how to answer otherwise I simply stood on my tip toes and kissed his cheek before hurriedly walking inside. I was met with a full blown war between Sokka and Suki.
Yay I finished typing this at 2:03 so I'm probably going to have my hands full with editing I might have Katara kiss his cheek and say something back but this is good for now. Good Night. ZZZZZzzzzzZZZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZzzzzzzz.
Well this is as good as it'll get. I'm thinking about making the next chapter in Toph's PoV to develop her romance a bit. Tell me what you think.