Welcome to chapter 3 of Impossible.
Standard disclaimers apply.
Zuko paced his room trying to decide when a good time to visit Katara would be. He didn't want to go see her too often because she would wonder what was wrong with him. He could always say Uncle had made him. It would be a complete lie of course, but she didn't need to know that. He smiled, then caught himself and wondered why he was so anxious and happy to go see her.
Well, duh! It's because you love her!
No I don't.
There, you see. You got all defensive, which means you totally love her.
I do not!
Zuko looooooves Katara.
I do not. End of discussion. With that internal argument ended, Zuko stormed out of his room to go see Katara. He'd prove that annoying little internal voice wrong once and for all.
When he got down to the holding cell, it took him a while to grasp that his prisoner was not in her cell. It did not take him quite as long to guess at who let her out. He slammed the door to the cell and set off for the deck, confident that he would find both the people he was looking for once he got there.
When Zuko stepped out from below deck, his suspicions were proven correct. At the center of the deck were his uncle and Katara. Katara was apparently demonstrating some waterbending techniques for Uncle.
As he watched, she gathered some water from the ocean around the lower half of her body and with a spin and a flick of her wrist it spiraled up into a massive column of water with her at the top. She jumped up and froze the water so that a tower of ice was now on the deck. With smooth arm movements, she carved a ridge down the side and proceeded to surf down it.
Coming to a stop in front of Uncle, she bowed while Uncle clapped enthusiastically.
"That was excellent Miss Katara!"
"Thank you Uncle. If you'll excuse me, I had better get back to my cell before Prince Hothead sees that I'm gone." With that Katara walked confidently back below deck.
Zuko stood in his corner, slightly dumbfounded, until his Uncle noticed him and called him out on to the deck.
"Miss Katara is quite skilled, is she not?" Iroh asked, effectively snapping Zuko out of his daze.
"I've seen better," Zuko grumbled as he stalked off. Iroh smiled to himself, knowing his nephew well enough by now to be able to spot a lie.
Sorry about how short this chapter ended up, but I felt this was a good place to stop so I could collect my ideas before continuing. A big thank you and apology goes to animallover2000. I was cleaning out my mailbox today and came across your message and that was what made me want to publish at least a little bit more of the story today. Sorry it took me so long to do it.
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