DISCLAIMER: AVATAR DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. ALL RIGHTS GO TO RESPECTIVE OWNERS

"Smug"

1.) contentedly confident of one's ability, superiority, or correctness; complacent.

2.) trim; spruce; smooth; sleek.

A dark chuckle could be heard from the shadows of the room. Katara growled at the intruder, still struggling against the bounds that restrained her from attacking him. She hated him, hated him with a passion that she didn't think she was capable of possessing.

"What do you want?" She ground out; still hoarse from the beating she received from the battle. Fire Nation soldiers had appeared seemingly out of thin air, ambushing the group so as to take Aang away and deliver him to their worthless prince.

They had fought. Fought with so much energy she thought that they could actually take the soldiers, even if they were outnumbered. Yet, fate has a funny way of amusing himself.

She had been captured, after being beaten and Agni knows what else, until she was taken to the cell beneath the deck. She had still been unconscious at the time, but when she awoke to find that she had been locked up in chains, water bending stripped from her, she had felt rage and searing hate explode from the very depths of her chest.

Another chuckle. "I do not wish to harm you water bending peasant, only capture the Avatar."

"Newsflash Fire Nation scum." She spat with a hint of sarcasm laced into her voice. "I am not the avatar."

The man finally stepped into the light, wearing a mask of amusement on his face. It was that stupid Fire Nation prince of uselessness and betrayal.

She swore. She had seen the techniques he had used when he fought and however impressed she may have been subconsciously; there was absolutely no way she was going to stand for a boy just a year or two older than her stomping on her pride.

"And here I had heard that the water bender was a harmonious, friendly girl. I am a bit disappointed." His voice was sugary sweet, with an underlying sense of vicious, raw power twined into it as well.

A spasm of fear vibrated inside her, until she promptly squashed it. No way was he going to get the last say.

A smile rose to her face, the smile she could use to beckon any boy her way. Mysterious, foreign and slightly dangerous.

The boy's smirk fell right off his face and Katara could feel the first signs of smugness blossom in her chest.

"Why don't you unlock me? That would be so much more comfortable." Her voice was seductive, she knew but it didn't seem to faze him. Raising an eyebrow, his smirk reappeared. Though more shaky than last time.

"I do not believe you are fooling either one of us." He stated. A dangerous edge of him was noticeable as he crossed the room, slowly. He was getting closer to her, that strange, evil glint in his golden eyes.

A smirk crossed his face again, this one steady and secretive. He was so close that she could feel his breath at her ear.

"Just tell me where the Avatar is and I'll let you go." He whispered, just as seductively.

It almost worked. He was so close and the position was just so tempting. But Katara's reasonable, sane part of her mind suddenly clicked back on. With a flash, her eyes snapped open and she kneed him.

With a groan he stepped back, ebony hair falling into his enraged eyes.

It was her turn to smirk. "This is gonna take a while Fire bender. And by the time you finally get me to talk, I'll be long gone." She smiled sweetly and he hissed at her.

He retreated from the cell with a dark mood hanging over his head. However, both of them seemed to have experienced the same affects from the others attempts at seduction. Both passed it off as their raging hormones causing havoc. Fate would have laughed at that.

**** I liked the first part of this okay but it seemed to get on my nerves after a while. Tell me what YOU thought of it though. Your opinion totally cancels out my own!!!!

R&R!!!!
~Moonlit- Silhouette