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"Truce"
1.) a temporary respite, as from trouble or pain.
Katara strolled through the market, attempting to lose the fire bender trailing her as inconspicuously as she possibly could. The group had assigned Zuko and herself to "market duty" this week. It was their job to purchase the necessary items required for their travels. Katara, needless to say, was extremely unhappy about the fact that she was expected to be civil to Zuko. Her pride was totally demolished, shattered into a million pieces.
"Katara!" a slightly winded, dark- haired boy called out once he caught up to her.
He stepped right in front of her, blocking her path. She glared at him, daring him with her eyes. "You know, I think you need to train more; you're slacking off. I wasn't moving very fast at all and you're actually breathless. Which is to be understandable when you slack off. I don't understand—"
She was rambling but she couldn't seem to stop her lips from moving. She needed to release some of the tension building inside her somehow. And right now the best way to do that was to talk Zuko to death. Said boy finally covered her mouth with his hand, looking weary.
"Katara, please just shut up for once. It's like you never stop talking. How has the group survived this torture?" his voice lacked its usual mockery, which told Katara that he wasn't putting his whole heart into the insult. She would have hit him with her water whip had it not been for that little piece of information.
She tried to calm her nerves. She had never felt more drained, even after training endlessly with Aang. Mentally she was exhausted, physically she felt like she could take down an entire Fire Nation army, singlehandedly, with her hands tied behind her back in less than ten minutes.
"Sorry," she told him. It was just a slip of the tongue, an automatic reaction, impulsive, natural. However, Katara still grumbled inwardly when he turned around to smirk at her, obvious surprise in his eyes. She narrowed her eyes at him, somewhat regretting the blow to her pride; still she didn't necessarily regret telling him she was sorry. It was true; for weeks she had wanted to say something to him, tell him how awful she felt about the entire situation, but she would always automatically push those feelings aside, and remind herself of the horrible things Zuko had done.
But, as she studied the palpable relief and happiness in his eyes, Katara allowed a smile, a genuine one, to touch her lips.
She stuck her hand out in the open, showing him she was serious. Cocking an eyebrow in question she spoke, "Truce?"
He smiled widely and nodded, placing his hand in hers. "Truce." He agreed.
*****Ta Da!!! Another drabble DONE! But I've still got sooooo much to do! I' ve got to update this thing like three more times (I'm without any ideas by the way). I might go ahead and do a marriage prompt; I wanted to save those for a little later (for reasons I won't tell you; haha) but I think I'll give into temptation.
I've got to update WS too, ugh. I do know what I want to do with the next chapter but the trick is sitting down and working it out.
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