Finally he reached the outside of the door that had katara sitting right on the other side. Once he stepped in they would be face to face. He put his hands in the middle of the steel door, bowing his head and sighing. He really didn't want to have to do this. He'd rather just stay away from her the rest of the time she's on this god forsaken ship. He wasn't a touchy feely type guy who wanted to talk about emotions, or about his mistakes. He pushed himself off the door and into a standing position. He turned around when he felt eyes on his back, and realized it was a guard who had been staring at him.

"What!?" he snapped at the guard, causing the man to mumble a apology, straighten and look forward. Zuko rolled his eyes and went to finally open the door.

He kept his head down as he slowly pushed the heavy steel and stepped into the room. He let the door close behind him and right as it locked into place a loud splintering crash came from the right of him. He whipped his head around to see broken glass covering the floor, he looked at the wall and found the indent of where it had hit and he realized it was only inches from where his face had been.

When he had found Katara, she was standing at the left side of the bed holding yet another object to throw at him. They stared at each other for a few moments until it was broken when Katara chucked the object at Zuko causing him to duck.

"Stop!" Zuko yelled, he saw her looking for something else to throw, and he tried to get closer to her, but before he could get any closer she realized what he was doing and started screaming at him.

"Get away from me!" Katara started to take a few steps back, turning her neck to try to find anything else to throw at Zuko and as she did it Zuko got a glimpse of her newly formed bruises, coloring in with blues and blacks, and it made him cringe and get disgusted with himself that he would do this to a injured woman.

"Katara I'm sorry, stop it!"

"No!" She grabbed the tray on the desk near the bed which had been holding her lunch and flung it at Zuko. He caught the thin silver tray and stared at katara.

"I'm sorry for what I did, I sincerely am," his face was full of apology and Katara had finally stopped trying to find more things to throw at Zuko, "I just hate when people blame everything on my nation, blame everything on my father and what hurts the most is that-"

Katara watched Zuko as he cut off mid-sentence and looked away. She did understand his problem but the way he handle it was down right unnecessary- it could have killed her. She unknowingly rubbed her neck with her hands, feeling the burnt skin.

"-It's all true."

Zuko bent his head, to ashamed to look at Katara. He had just agreed to everything that he had fought Katara about, that he had fought multiple people about in the last couple of months. He had always knew the Fire Nation was the base of why we were in this war but never wanted to actually agree to, never say it aloud because if he had, it would make it all the real. He tried to think of ways of how the other nations were the traitors, how they were the cause and even though he still believes in some of that, he knows its the Fire Nation who's going around and keeping this war up. And still though- he's grateful to be the Prince of the Fire Nation. Power, Leadership, Wealth, they were still big things in his life. But does it all matter when your hurting the ones you care for?

Zuko was shocked when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him in a embrace, trying to comfort him. He looked down to see Katara holding him and became aware of the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

A silence filled the air as the two wrapped in each others arm stood in the room.

"Me too," Katara whispered, hugging Zuko tighter.

Finally, the the hug was loosened by Katara and they stepped apart. She immediately blushed and Zuko got a hint of color in his cheeks too.

"Thanks Katara," Zuko said, smiling at her, trying to come back to terms with the girl in front of him

"uh huh," she mumbled, rubbing her hands together. Now that they had left the hug, Katara wondered how she was able to hug him. She just had a impulse to comfort him and also she wanted a hug too. They were just two people trying to make sense of the world and just needed a moment of peace, of hope, of forgiveness. In that one hug it seemed to Katara that she felt no resentment toward Zuko

"Can we talk?" Zuko asked.

Katara looked up at Zuko and nodded her head, he gave a short nod and walked to the bed and sat on the edge which Katara did, but now keeping her distance once again, and they began to talk.

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Ok ok, I know I practically gave up on this and probably wouldn't have even wrote this chapter, but the computer I was writing my stories on broke completely, and the computer im currently working on didn't have a compatible program with the website but luckily i found something after looking a bunch :D I'd be surprised if anyone who has been reading this story even bothers with it anymore but if ya do Thank ya. Ok well here is chapter 8, its a little shorter than the other chapters but its something. Whoo! Reviews greatly Appreciated.