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An Avatar the Last AirBender Fanfiction: Alive


Her lips tasted sweet.

Like strawberries.

Different, so different than Mai's.


Zuko, coming to his senses, pushed Katara away roughly.

"No. Not us."

Lips swollen, Katara looked at him uncomprehendingly.

"Not us", Zuko repeated firmly.

She touched her mouth, and realization hit her.

"Oh my Agni..."

Blood rushed to the waterbender's face and she stumbled back.

"Oh, oh my...", mortified and utterly confused, Katara turned on her heels and ran.

Zuko watched her go.

As soon as she disappeared from his view, he sank to the ground. Running his hand through his hair, Zuko sighed. What just happened? How did the dynamics change so quickly? Why did she kiss him? Why did he not mind that she did?


Zuko thumped his head against the cold hallway floor. Okay, now is the time to be honest. He loved Mai. She was his everything. But, but. Katara. A beautiful, strong, empathetic, hurting girl. Yes, an amazing, beautiful girl who had kissed him. That's all. He was just a boy after all. A master-bender Fire Lord with anger management issues, yes, but he was still a teenage boy. What teenage boy would deny a kiss from a beautiful, crying girl? And as long as it was only one kiss...

There was nothing to worry about.

Unconvinced with his own argument, Zuko rubbed his throbbing temples.

Well, at least no one saw them.


The next day

Cold morning light shone on the Fire Lord's face, rousing him from sleep. Muttering, he felt around for a cover. All that was felt was hard, cold marble. Zuko woke up with a start, looking around him in confusion. Damn, he had fallen asleep outside in the hall. Zuko slowly stood up, wincing as pain shot through his sore muscles. Zuko hobbled to his room, went in, got undressed, and was about to climb into bed when the door slammed open....


"Uncle!", Zuko exclaimed in surprise, "You sure are up early this morning!"

He beamed at his uncle and proceeded to pick up his clothes where, just a few moments ago, he dumped them unceremoniously, when he thought he would be getting a few minutes of sleep.

"What did you think of the dinner last night? Mai chose the meal especially for you. She knows how much you enjoy jasmine rice, and she told me she wanted to make you more comfortable here. I know you didn't really approve of her in the beginning, did you know how she sacrificed for me? I hope you warm up to her, she's a beautiful girl and....Uncle?"

Iroh grumbled unintelligibly and gave his nephew a dark scowl, the young Fire Lord gulped. He watched nervously as his uncle came over to him, looked him straight in the eye, and then backed away, finally sitting on the bed.


Iroh sat there, willing his nephew to feel some shame. How could he stand there and act all innocent when he knew what he did? Standing there spouting words of love and praise for poor, unsuspecting Mai while probably thinking about ravishing some other girl. How can he just act like he didn't just come from a racy rendezvous? All with a smile on his face? Is that the Azulan blood coming through? The Ozai treachery? The Azula madness?

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