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I Hate Being Married To You

Chapter 3

"Then I'll use that voice that you find annoying and say something like

'Yeah, intelligent input darling, why don't you just have another beer then?'

Then you'll call me a bitch, and everyone we're with will be embarrassed

And I won't give a shit"

Katara turned to Zuko, slowly. Every move seeming as if it was practiced and calculated.

All eyes stayed focused on her, never moving, even as the chef finished distributing food and awkwardly rolled himself and his cart away from their awkward table.

However, seconds later, like a well oiled machine Katara delivered her nuclear bomb of words. A beautiful smile sprung to her face and her lipstick was still in tact.

"Why don't you have another beer, Zuko? Your dad passed away from alcohol poisoning. That fact, and the fact that he was a sexist bigot, is the only reason that you are successful. Maybe you should go on and have a few more drinks. Because really you're just like him. And who knows, when you meet your demise the same way that he did at his young age, maybe I'll suddenly build my life off of your work and not do anything and become successful too!" Katara said, that smile still on her face.

Everyone was silent.

It was as if Katara had just said she went shopping at the grocery store and picked up mangoes. The words were daggers, and they pierced Zuko's skin and drew blood, but she delivered them with lips of honey... no one knew what to say or do.

Either way though, they knew that by the end of the night, they were all probably going to have to grab flashlights and shovels and bury at least one body.

Zuko turned and looked at his wife, his jaw went slack and his eyes seemed like liquid gold. Cold and hard. For her words had sucked all of the fire that he had had in him.

"Are you going to pick that up?" Azula asked, the first voice to emerge out of the terse silence.

"Pick. What. Up?" Zuko asked, his teeth gritted together.

"YOUR JAW FROM THE GROUND! HAHAHAHAHAHHAAHHA!" Azula squealed, her voice carrying throughout the whole hibachi restaurant and drawing attention of the closer tables to theirs.

After Azula's laughter (and giggles after the laughter) subsided, the table was once again graced with an awkward silence.

Finally, Zuko turned and looked at his wife. She turned towards him when he turned to focus his golden eyes upon her baby blue's.

"Your problem, Katara, is that you have no respect for anyone. You focus on yourself and only yourself. You are aggressive, selfish, and cruel. You think you're better than everyone, but in reality, you are better than no one. Actually, what you really are, Katara... is a bitch." Zuko stated quickly, his voice harsh and cold.

The table once again went silent.

All eyes turned to Katara, and everyone (excluding Azula) had pink cheeks the color of embarrassment.

Zuko suddenly stood to his feet and tossed his napkin down and upon his plate.

Katara looked up at him, her blue eyes dancing with an unknown emotion.

He did not care, however, and he angrily waltzed out of the building and into the night.

After a few more moments of awkward silence it was Sokka who spoke up.

"Should I have slapped him like a bitch with my boomerang?" He questioned, and the table erupted into laughter.

"Oh no, Sokka. I don't give a shit." Katara snarked, her lips curling into a devious smile.

Her heart was not into it however, and she did not laugh along with the people around her as the dinner continued.

Instead, she just watched her husband walk away before paying the bill, standing up, and hurriedly walking out of the restaurant.

As she dashed out to her car and the flashing camera lights blinded her vision, she hid behind her hand.

She was hoping that no one saw her tears.

A/N: Man that was a short chapter! I apologize profusely and I am so sorry for the wait! The good news is that I did not have much time this week given the fact that it was the week of Thanksgiving, and I was on break, and my boyfriend was meeting my family, and I was cooking and stuff so blah. It will get better, I promise. Thank you all so much for sticking with me!