A/N: I have no words to express how grateful I am for you all and how much I appreciate all the support, kind words, story alerts, story favorites, and what not. You all have inspired me to write another story. I hope to be able to juggle both this one and the one that I hope to write. If you would like to read that, it should be up on my page by tonight as well. I'm also sorry that this story turned kind of serious. I hope to revive some romance and humor in this chapter. Wish me well! Thank you all again!
I Hate Being Married To You
Chapter 4
"My fingertips are holding onto the cracks in out foundation
I know that I should let go but I can't"
Katara opened the door to her home to find it shrouded in darkness. With an exasperated sigh, she stepped into the door, her heels clicking on the polished wood floor.
She heard the soft meow of her kitten and felt the soft bump on her tan leg as the kitten affectionately headbutted her.
Katara adjusted her purse on her shoulder to bend down and lift the small animal into her arms and she carried her up the stair case and into the master bedroom.
As she walked into the bedroom she placed the cat on the bed and walked towards the bathroom that was adjoined to the bedroom, pulling off her high heels and dress as she went.
She needed a shower. Showers always revived her and made her feel better and clean and happy. After every match and stressful day, all she wanted was a bath.
Suddenly she ran into something, and her feet slipped on the bathroom floor, which was wet for some odd reason.
With a squeal her hands shot out for something to grab onto. However, the thing she grabbed was the very thing that she bumped into in the first place and she and the thing tumbled to the floor.
"KATARA, WHAT THE FUCK?!" A loud voice boomed.
It was then that Katara realized that the 'thing' that she had run into was her husband... and that they were tangled up in a heap on the bathroom floor... and they were both naked...
Oh God, they were both naked!
"GET OFF GET OFF GET OFF!" Katara screeched as she tried to unscramble herself from the large man on top of her.
"MAYBE IF I DID GET OFF MORE I WOULD STILL LOVE YOU!" Zuko fired back.
By this point, Katara had managed to wrestle her way so that she was on top of him.
In response to his words she smacked him as hard as she could across the face, leaving a bright red hand print imprinted on his pale cheek.
After her assault, she rose to her feet, grabbed a towel from the bathroom counter and scuttled to the corner of the room.
Zuko rose to his feet, still naked and glaring at her. He crossed his large arms over his broad chest.
"That's what I get for running you a hot bath?" He grumbled, his eyes darting to her face nervously.
When she simply rose her eyebrows in question in response, he sighed and grabbed a towel and covered himself.
"The point of running you a bath was to get some. It's in the men's handbook." He said, his tone a serious one, but the corners of his mouth were starting to twitch into a smile.
Despite herself, Katara began to giggle. However, she stopped when she realized something.
"Wait... you're still wet... like you just got out of a bath... So?" Katara began but Zuko interrupted her as he began to dry himself off.
"Oh, well you know I love baths so I took one first and then I just got out and sprinkled some rose petals on it for you... as my 'I'm sorry.' I guess." Zuko explained, his face heating up into a blush.
"So... I was bathing in your disgusting leftover used man water?" She asked, her nose wrinkling in disgust.
"And rose petals too." Zuko grumbled, frustrated at her and her lack of at least acceptance of his attempt at romance.
"I'm trying here, Katara. More so than you are. If you really are that unhappy, then we should just let it go... They say that if a relationship has a strong foundation then... then everything will be okay but-" Zuko started to finish his sentence but was interrupted by his towel clad wife.
"Our foundation has cracks, Zuko, and maybe that's the problem. I try to let it go... but I can't. I can't stop remembering all of the terrible things that we both have done to each other... I just can't let it go." Katara explained, her blue eyes big and pleading.
Zuko sighed and ran a hand to his wet, thick, and shaggy hair. "You have to quit hanging on to those things or else we're both going to keep hating each other and this marriage. I'm thinking that maybe we should-" Zuko sighed deeply and pressed a hand to his throbbing temples, knowing that if he finished his sentence then he would never be able to take it back.
Katara shook her head no, tears welling in her eyes, before walking towards him and rising onto her tiptoes. Just as her full lips were about to press to his, a large noise tore through the room.
The noise was one of... flatulence.
Katara's tan cheeks turned red and she quickly backed away from him.
"I-I-I-I think I need some privacy." She stammered and Zuko shook his head at her.
"Two questions. One, food poisoning again?!" He asked her and she nodded in embarrassment.
"Okay, two. Was that a fart or a shart?" Zuko smirked and Katara yelled in anger and charged at him, trying to forcefully eject him from the bathroom.
He resisted, picked her up, and carried her back into the bathroom as she pounded her strong fists onto his bare back, no doubt leaving bruises.
It was going to be a long night.
…...
Katara awoke the next morning to hear her phone ringing.
Her stomach grumbled from both hunger and an upset stomach. The latter due to the fact that she got sick last night and Zuko delayed her ability to go and use the restroom.
Katara rolled her eyes as her husband came to her mind.
Finally, the young woman located her phone and answered it in her usual and professional matter.
"Hello is this Mrs. Katara?" A friendly female voice questioned.
"Yes it is, how may I help you?" Katara asked in return.
"This is Nancy Adamns. You have been selected to represent America at the 2016 Olympics held in Brazil. We would like for you to participate in the martial arts division." The woman chirped politely.
Katara was shocked and appalled.
She was nothing special, and yet, for the first time in a while, she felt excitement bubble within her. They wanted her to participate in the Olympics.
After a few minutes of excited talking and conversation, Katara hung up.
She did not know what she had just agreed to but she had. It was going to be scary and a lot of hard work but she really wanted to do it.
No longer sleepy, the young woman walked downstairs, her kitten prancing behind her.
On the wall at the foot of the stairs was a post it note.
"Go to the kitchen", the note instructed.
Katara rolled her eyes for what felt like the 50th time since she woke up, but she did so with a bright smile upon her face.
She follow the post it note to the kitchen where there was another post it note.
"I made you breakfast", the second one said and Katara stared in confusion. She smelled no food and there was no food on the stove or even dishes in the sink. Katara looked around until she saw yet another post it note.
"Just kidding. There's cereal in the pantry", the last note said and Katara felt her hopes sink.
She wondered if invitations to the Olympics could be revoked if the person invited committed murder.
Because at that moment, she sure was thinking of killing.
A/N: I find it difficult to read my own writing. I can't even brainstorm, I just have to sit down and watch. I hope you all enjoy and thank you again. I love you all so much. Mwah! *blows kisses*