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So here's a new chapter of the True Heart! I'm going to post up another chapter of Nothing But Song later for those of you who like it. :]
By the way, like my new icon? Yeah, I do too. XD I love Taylor Lautner!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
At this point we're getting closer to my up-to-date writing too. Thank GOODNESS! lol. XD
Enjoy!!!!
Chapter 29 – The Threat
Zuko wasn’t afraid of Azula. Though if she wanted to fight, he wasn’t going to do it alone. Katara was right: Azula was dangerous. As long as they knew her weakness, they would be okay.
That evening was when Jackie came to pick Mai up. Zuko wanted to tell her good-bye, but when he walked up to her while she was walking with her things, she looked into his eyes angrily for a few seconds. Whatever Zuko was planning to say was forgotten as he stared right back in her deep golden eyes. When Zuko was going to find the courage to tell her something, she walked past him, bumping his shoulder with her stuff. She continued walking through the house, out the front door, and right to Jackie outside waiting for her by his chariot. Zuko closed his eyes sadly, thinking a silent prayer for him and Mai to be friends again someday—or at least to be tolerating each other again.
After she left, he walked to the front door, deciding to take a walk. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind. Though when he opened the door, someone was already there. He saw that the person he almost ran into was Aang.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Zuko exclaimed.
Aang didn’t say anything. Instead he frowned and walked past him into the house. Zuko followed him back inside, losing interest in walking, and closed the door behind him.
“Aren’t you dancing with On Ji?” He asked.
“I was,” Aang replied, not looking at Zuko. He ran from room to room, searching everywhere for something he seemed to not find.
“What are you looking for?” Zuko asked, his voice thick with suspicion.
Right before he entered the guestroom, Aang’s raged walk came to a stop. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned as white as snow. He didn’t face Zuko, but he spoke in a low, shaky voice.
“I don’t know, Zuko. Maybe your sense of right and wrong?” Aang’s voice quivered faster and faster as he completed the sentence. It was obvious that he was full of anger, and it was very hard for him to contain it.
“What are you talking about?” Zuko nearly whispered the words.
He sighed. “The monks used to tell me to always be careful with whom you trust, for those are the most likely to turn on you,” Aang went on. His tone wasn’t as harsh now as he continued to speak, but it still had an intense edge to it. “So…it’s funny how you think you know someone, but really, you don’t.”
“I—”
“No. Don’t say anything. If you really are my friend…” At last Aang turned around. He looked Zuko dead in the eye. His eyes, to Zuko’s shock, were read and watery. They looked sad and heartbroken, instead of the raged look he thought to expect. Aang opened his mouth to speak for one last time, and the sound was just as hurt as his eyes, “You’d stay away from Katara.”
He stormed past a stunned Zuko and right through the front door. He heard the door slam hard, but didn’t even flinch at the loud noise. He just stood there, not thinking nor moving.
“Zuko, sweetie?” He heard his mother’s harmonious voice from behind him. “Are you alright? What just happened?”
He snapped out of his daze. “I-I don’t feel so well. I’m going to get some fresh air.”
He left the room and the house, leaving his mother still worrying.
Zuko felt sick to his stomach as he walked through the neighborhood. How could Aang know what happened last night? Did Katara tell him? No! She would never do that! Though the real question at this moment was; what was he going to do now? Now that Aang knows, and in a way threatened him, how would be ever get Katara to be with him? It was impossible.
Zuko looked and saw the town kids playing in the dry dirt road. They were earth-bending a ball back and forth. Zuko wished he were like them— playing and not worried about anything serious. What did they have to worry about? The test that their teacher was going to give tomorrow in school? He sighed. If only his life were that simple.
He guessed it was all up Katara now. Did she even like him in that way? Zuko thought about that. Was Katara giving him hints? Any signs that there is even a chance they could be together? He thought about all the things she told him in the past week or so that they’ve been traveling. He thought their conversations, their dance, their glances, their kiss…the old missions they went on.
Suddenly Zuko stopped walking. He heard thunder rumble over him as the sky grew darker, but that wasn’t it. He felt as though time stopped as reality caught up with him.
Without thinking, he took off in a full sprint running back. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed around him as he ran. The sky became such a dark gray that it almost looked black. Th air smelled of rain and the wind started to pick up little by little, but Zuko didn’t care. He ran and ran through so many streets, passing houses, stores, schools, and people who were hurrying inside to escape the storm. He didn’t care about any of those things. All he cared about was getting to his destination…
Soon it started to rain. Right away Zuko was soaked with water, but if it had any impact on him it didn’t show.
At last he got to the place he needed to be. He didn’t wait for anybody to greet him. He bolted into the unlocked house, where Katara was inside, completely oblivious to the warning he was about to tell her…
So here's a new chapter of the True Heart! I'm going to post up another chapter of Nothing But Song later for those of you who like it. :]
By the way, like my new icon? Yeah, I do too. XD I love Taylor Lautner!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3
At this point we're getting closer to my up-to-date writing too. Thank GOODNESS! lol. XD
Enjoy!!!!
Chapter 29 – The Threat
Zuko wasn’t afraid of Azula. Though if she wanted to fight, he wasn’t going to do it alone. Katara was right: Azula was dangerous. As long as they knew her weakness, they would be okay.
That evening was when Jackie came to pick Mai up. Zuko wanted to tell her good-bye, but when he walked up to her while she was walking with her things, she looked into his eyes angrily for a few seconds. Whatever Zuko was planning to say was forgotten as he stared right back in her deep golden eyes. When Zuko was going to find the courage to tell her something, she walked past him, bumping his shoulder with her stuff. She continued walking through the house, out the front door, and right to Jackie outside waiting for her by his chariot. Zuko closed his eyes sadly, thinking a silent prayer for him and Mai to be friends again someday—or at least to be tolerating each other again.
After she left, he walked to the front door, deciding to take a walk. He needed some fresh air to clear his mind. Though when he opened the door, someone was already there. He saw that the person he almost ran into was Aang.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” Zuko exclaimed.
Aang didn’t say anything. Instead he frowned and walked past him into the house. Zuko followed him back inside, losing interest in walking, and closed the door behind him.
“Aren’t you dancing with On Ji?” He asked.
“I was,” Aang replied, not looking at Zuko. He ran from room to room, searching everywhere for something he seemed to not find.
“What are you looking for?” Zuko asked, his voice thick with suspicion.
Right before he entered the guestroom, Aang’s raged walk came to a stop. He clenched his fists so hard that his knuckles turned as white as snow. He didn’t face Zuko, but he spoke in a low, shaky voice.
“I don’t know, Zuko. Maybe your sense of right and wrong?” Aang’s voice quivered faster and faster as he completed the sentence. It was obvious that he was full of anger, and it was very hard for him to contain it.
“What are you talking about?” Zuko nearly whispered the words.
He sighed. “The monks used to tell me to always be careful with whom you trust, for those are the most likely to turn on you,” Aang went on. His tone wasn’t as harsh now as he continued to speak, but it still had an intense edge to it. “So…it’s funny how you think you know someone, but really, you don’t.”
“I—”
“No. Don’t say anything. If you really are my friend…” At last Aang turned around. He looked Zuko dead in the eye. His eyes, to Zuko’s shock, were read and watery. They looked sad and heartbroken, instead of the raged look he thought to expect. Aang opened his mouth to speak for one last time, and the sound was just as hurt as his eyes, “You’d stay away from Katara.”
He stormed past a stunned Zuko and right through the front door. He heard the door slam hard, but didn’t even flinch at the loud noise. He just stood there, not thinking nor moving.
“Zuko, sweetie?” He heard his mother’s harmonious voice from behind him. “Are you alright? What just happened?”
He snapped out of his daze. “I-I don’t feel so well. I’m going to get some fresh air.”
He left the room and the house, leaving his mother still worrying.
Zuko felt sick to his stomach as he walked through the neighborhood. How could Aang know what happened last night? Did Katara tell him? No! She would never do that! Though the real question at this moment was; what was he going to do now? Now that Aang knows, and in a way threatened him, how would be ever get Katara to be with him? It was impossible.
Zuko looked and saw the town kids playing in the dry dirt road. They were earth-bending a ball back and forth. Zuko wished he were like them— playing and not worried about anything serious. What did they have to worry about? The test that their teacher was going to give tomorrow in school? He sighed. If only his life were that simple.
He guessed it was all up Katara now. Did she even like him in that way? Zuko thought about that. Was Katara giving him hints? Any signs that there is even a chance they could be together? He thought about all the things she told him in the past week or so that they’ve been traveling. He thought their conversations, their dance, their glances, their kiss…the old missions they went on.
Suddenly Zuko stopped walking. He heard thunder rumble over him as the sky grew darker, but that wasn’t it. He felt as though time stopped as reality caught up with him.
Without thinking, he took off in a full sprint running back. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed around him as he ran. The sky became such a dark gray that it almost looked black. Th air smelled of rain and the wind started to pick up little by little, but Zuko didn’t care. He ran and ran through so many streets, passing houses, stores, schools, and people who were hurrying inside to escape the storm. He didn’t care about any of those things. All he cared about was getting to his destination…
Soon it started to rain. Right away Zuko was soaked with water, but if it had any impact on him it didn’t show.
At last he got to the place he needed to be. He didn’t wait for anybody to greet him. He bolted into the unlocked house, where Katara was inside, completely oblivious to the warning he was about to tell her…