My shot at kid!zutara

This isn't very good, but...

Enjoy anyway!

Disclaimer: I. Don't. Own.


MOMENTOUS


Seven year old Katara ran as fast as she could, the tall green grass whipping at her legs. Her laughter was loud and rang melodically through the humid air. Her mother wasn't too far behind, chasing after Katara in a pleasant game of Tag.

The little Waterbender always loved playing Tag with her mother, especially here in the Fire Nation where she could easily hide from Kya in the tall bushes. Katara shrieked when she had turned to see her mom closing in on her.

The look of delight on Kya's face was not lost on Katara even as she only got a glance before looking ahead again. Her mother's laughter made Katara run faster, her own little giggles bubbling out. She loved these moments. They were pleasant and made everything seem alright.

When Katara spotted a few shrubs near by, she didn't hesitate to sprint for them. Fitting inside them wasn't too hard, her small frame easily weaving through the branches. Katara giggled once she was settled inside, her knees pressed tightly against her front. She could here her mom slowly approaching and had to keep her mouth covered to keep from laughing in excitement.

Kya was now right at the bushes, quickly spotting her daughter. She giggled, deciding to play along.

"Oh, Katara! Where are you?" she called.

Katara giggled silently as she could see her mom's feet through the bush. She took a quick look around, her vision blurred with green leaves and branches. But through the vines she could make out a piece of paper above her head, dangling between two prickly leaves.

She glanced at her mother's direction to be sure she could move. When it was all clear, Katara reached out with a little hand for the paper. She looked over it, quickly taking notice that it was actually a picture.

In the photo was a beautiful woman who reminded Katara of all those queens in those fairy tales she had been told. The lady was dressed in Fire Nation attire which consisted of a maroon tunic with red and gold trim. In her hair was a flame shaped crown that stood proudly atop her head. Next to her was a little boy with the same light skin and soft features that mirrored her own. It was obvious to Katara that the little boy was the lady's son.

"Ok, Katara, come out now! It's time to get back on the ship." Katara heard her mother call.

Katara sighed. She loved the South Pole, it was her home. She adored the soft snow and cold winds. She liked the way that the sun would stay up when summer came. She even liked the faint fishy smell that lingered from the ocean air. But none of that compared to the sweet warmth of the Fire Nation. This place was magical in her eyes. Everything here seemed so big.

Tucking the photo into her tunic, Katara jumped from the bushes, startling her mother in the process.

Kya smiled and picked Katara up, kissing her nose. "Tag, you're it."

Katara giggled, nuzzling her face into her mom's shoulder. "Mama, no fair." she said softly.

"Oh, it's very fair." Kya chuckled, finding her way back to the rest of the family that awaited at the top of the hill.

"Are we coming back, mama?" Katara asked.

"Yes, sweetie, of course." Kya replied, patting her daughter's shoulder.

Katara smiled, thinking about the little boy in the photo she found.


"Happy anniversary, Katara." Zuko said, leaning over to kiss Katara on the cheek.

Katara giggled as her husband pulled her close, shifting herself until she was straddling his lap. She leaned down, kissing him slowly.

Zuko smiled through the kiss, loving the way Katara's cool lips tasted. His hands ghosted over her thighs, pushing back the fabric of her long robes. He went to her neck, peppering loving kisses over the smooth skin there, enjoying the soft moans that escaped her lips.

"Zuko," Katara breathed, her eyes fluttering in delight. "I forgot to give you my present." she moved back from him, looking him in the eyes.

"No need for a present." Zuko said nonchalantly, shrugging a shoulder to pass the point.

Katara shook her head as she got up from Zuko's lap. "I'll be back."

She walked out to the kitchen, the wind following her blowing papers from the coffee table. Zuko took notice to one paper in particular, a wave of familiarity rushing over him as he looked closer. He picked it up, gasping when he realized it was a picture of him and his mother when he was nine.

Zuko smiled at the memory of his mom, ghosting a thumb over the photo.

Katara came back into the room, a box in hand. "Ok, so it's not much, but-" she paused when she saw what her husband was looking at. She sauntered over, taking a seat next to him. "That's just a photo I found when I was little, if you were wondering."

Zuko chuckled, speaking without turning from the picture.

"I lost this picture when I was nine years old."