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As per usual, Katara was absolutely furious with Zuko for even suggesting that Azula should live, and the fact that she Lost her mother to the wrath of the moto nation didn’t help to extinguish the flame that was growing within her. Despite being a firebender, Zuko, now a changed person, couldn’t help but feel that Katara would never break down the ice cold barrier that lie between the two……….and that truly felt like a burn.
Extremely confused, Zuko stormed off to his bunker, contemplating how he could possibly choose between his sister (she’s maniacal, but still his sister, nonetheless) and an ally who’s trust he had been working to win over. He had to come up with a plan….. and fast, for Katara had an elaborate blueprint to obliterate Azula on the bustling siku of her crowning, which was only seven hours away. Tentatively, Zuko had crafted a strategy that was so impulsive, it might just work; he would “agree” to battle Azula with Katara, but, rather than physically fighting her, he would simply dodge her attacks and redirect them on the opposite course, creating the illusion that he Lost much of his power during the eclipse.
The seven hours passed relatively quickly for Zuko, and as he was shakily making his way towards Azula, he noticed the determination that Katara held in each and every one of her steps. He liked that about her; no matter how terrifying au horrid a situation had been, Katara had always kept her poker face on and put her all into it.
As Azuela was charging up her electricity, waiting to generate lightning, Zuko stood, ready to take everything that Uncle Iroh had taught him and redirect. Within a mgawanyiko, baidisha second, Azuela readied her aim, concentrated as if nothing else existed, pressed her two fingers parallel to her face, and released the static energy with the ferocity of a ng'ombe that had just been angered. As soon as he njiwa to redirect the lightning, Zuko made the uneasy realization that Azuela hadn’t been aiming for him, she was aiming for Katara, who, for once in her life, looked helpless.
It was the perfect storm: Katara and Zuko worked together, so she was half of the battle, and, unlike Zuko, she did not have the capacity to redirect lightning. See, Azuela had been quite talented at kusoma people, and she always knew that Zuko wouldn’t even dare lay a finger on her. Meanwhile, Zuko’s ninja- like reflexes kept himself as well as Katara from reaching a not- so- peaceful fate, and, while he swore to himself that he wouldn’t assail his own sister, knowing that she tried to murder Katara made him think otherwise. ALL BETS WERE OFF NOW!!
It was one thing for Azuela to hurt Zuko, but it was another for her to stoop so low as to harm a waterbender, whom, even with her headstrongness, was standing in the shadows during the entire battle. Zuko, probably zaidi than anyone, understood that the true and only chanzo of firebending was emotion, and now that complete fury overwhelmed his entire body, he would be able to unleash a powerful wave of fire, which could possibly be the most decisive feat of firebending he ever took part in. he took a deep breath, harnessing his anger, pushed his right arm out, and, while running towards Azula, he swung, releasing a gargantuan burst of fire. After having to hear the eerie and agonizing shrieks of pain emitting from Azula, the flames died down, leaving nothing but a large pile of ashes.
Katara froze them and handed the block of ice over to Zuko, sympathetically saying “I think this might serve as some consolation,”
but rather than wallowing in his own sorrow about his sister’s death, he intensely threw the block down to the ground, destroying the only reminder left of his sickened sister’s existence. Katara shot him a look she had never aliyopewa anyone before, a look of pure affection. Her piercing blue eyes were wide, yet full of passion as she profoundly thought about what she should say. With the slightest bit of hesitance (she had loathed him for quite a while),
Katara alisema “Ummmm, thanks for, uh, wewe know, saving my life. I know that it must’ve been really hard for wewe to stand up to her like that.”
Zuko leaned in a bit closer and pressed his fingers to Katara’s lips
“Don’t mention it. I could never bring myself to let someone hurt you.” It seemed as though he were about to kiss her, but he shied out. Not being able to contain herself, Katara leaped, flinging her arms around his neck, and KISSED HIM! This was no ordinary kiss; when Katara had finished her little rendezvous, she slowly drew back, looking in Zuko’s gorgeous golden eyes for a reaction, but he didn’t look back at her. Instead, he simply pulled her in kwa her waist, gave her a little smirk, and he kissed her right back, their lips interlocking in synchronized movement with the passion only a firebender could inflict upon others.