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Homecoming	By : DecieverGod Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 9892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Zuko opened his door and walked in, almost dragging her in along with him. His arm still over her shoulder he guided her into the vast empty space between the wall and the end of his bed. He still didn't have any real furniture; apparently something had happened to all of his old things. Personally he blamed Azula.

Katara was becoming increasingly nervous about Zuko taking her into his room, she knew he caught on to who she was but she was determined to stay acting like she had no idea what he was talking about, once inside the room she tried to get out from under his arms

Zuko let her get out from under his arm. He walked over to his dresser. "Make yourself at home. I'll just be a second." He rummaged through his cloths and pulled out a pair of nice pants that roughly matched the shirt he wore. With it in hand he stood up and half bowed to her. "Excuse me." he walked out into his adjoined bathroom and closed the door behind him.

Katara nodded to him and stood awkwardly looking about his room, she had never thought she would manage to get into the den of the beast, but there she was and she was not going to blow it

Zuko remained in the bathroom for a little longer than it took him to just change his pants. He was plotting, this was her chance to escape from him. If it really was the girl he thought it was, she'd probably bolt out of his room the second he'd closed the door, or at least rummage around. He wanted to give her that chance, then at least he could walk out and catch her in the act.

Katara simply stood there looking about the room, she walked to the large bed and reached down to touch the pillows, she would do nothing to risk being absolutely exposed, she would play the innocent dancer girl until she was given the signal by Sokka or Aang

Zuko paced about inside his bathroom, ears tuned up for any sounds of rummaging or running. He stopped his pacing and pressed his ear against the door.
Sokka was a little confused; he and Aang had snuck into the party along with his sister. Not like they were going to let her sneak in alone, not with all the big fire benders in one big party. But now Sokka couldn't find her, and he couldn't find Zuko, and there were the twins who kept calling him over to serve them drinks...

Katara sat down on the bed, it squeaked lightly but that was it, she sighed and placed her hands in her lap, worried that maybe she had made the wrong decision to leave the ball room

Zuko heard something squeak, but he recognized the sound as his bed. While he did wonder why she was messing about his bed, he decided to wait a little longer to try to expose her.

Aang was also getting worried, but not because Katara was missing, but because he couldn't get a chance to adjust his headband and he could swear it was slipping. That and the beard Sokka had made him wear, as extra camouflage since Zuko was the guest of honor, itched like nobody's business.

Katara sighed and stood up, she began to pace, her bare feet making slight slapping noises against the floor.

Zuko opened the door. He'd thought he'd heard her running, but the moment the door opened he noticed that she wasn't running. "Sorry about that." He brushed off his new pants. "Now then. Were where we?" He totally tried to make her uncomfortable, he'd never actually hit on a girl before. But he really wanted to make her so uncomfortable that she either slipped up, or water bent.

Katara looked to him and stopped pacing "it's quiet alright Sire, patience is the key to any good woman" she bowed to him and rolled her eyes.

"Hmm? Is that so?" Zuko walked slowly over to her. "I've always liked women who, take, what they want." he smirked as he walked within inches of her, passing her walking over to his laundry hamper and dropping of his old pants. "Can I get you anything? Something to drink perhaps?"

Katara shook her head. "Oh no Sire I am fine"

Zuko "you certain? Just a cup of water perhaps?" he picked up a small bell off the top of his dresser, walking past her within inches again, to get to it. "I can have a servant being you anything."

Katara shook her head again " No thank you sire, I am fine" she knew what he was getting at

“Hmm." He sat down on his bed and rang the bell. "well, I'm hungry." Katara nodded and stood where she was, watching him nervously.

Zuko sat patiently waiting for his servant girl to show up. "Please, have a seat. I'm sorry but I haven't had a chance to get any chairs since my return."

Katara bowed to him. “Thank you Sire” Her feet were pretty sore, she walked to the bed and sat down a good distance from him,

Zuko "I'd be willing to bet that you'd had to fight off a good number of men with your line of work. Tell me, do you take martial arts?" He danced around the subject of how muscular and tan she was. Just like a water bender.
Then the Servant girl knocked on the door. "Lord Zuko? The guards told me you rang?" She pushed open the door a little. Peeking in.

Katara blushed and continued to scoot father away from him as the servant girl appeared

Zuko smiled at how Katara would move away from him "yes please come in. I'd like something to eat." he waved the girl in and smirked over at Katara. He totally wanted this girl to get the wrong impression about what he was doing with an exotic dancer in his bed chamber.
The Servant Girl pushed the door open a little more and walked in. "Well, I understand there's a party going I could gather some party food for you... two." she side glanced at Katara.

Katara smiled up nervously at the servant and shook her head, she really wasn't hungry and moved till she was as far away from Zuko as she could get

Zuko looked over at Katara. "Are you certain you don't want anything?" he looked the nervous girl over, totally trying to look like he was undressing her with his eyes. Inadvertently he began to wonder what she would look like without those cloths on. "Maybe a change of cloths?"

Katara shook her head and said nothing

Zuko "Then just some juice for me. But something more substantial to eat. Some Possum-chicken teriyaki maybe?"
The Servant Girl nodded and bowed out of the room “ It will be done Lord Zuko”

Katara leaned against one of the posts of the bed and tried not to look like she was uncomfortable as she watched the servant girl leave.

Zuko "You don't talk much do you?" he looked over at her, picking up on how uncomfortable she was.

Katara shook her head " I am more of a physical person"

Zuko "really?" He smirked over at her. "Interesting." he slid a little closer to her, trying to seem like he was taking that the wrong way.

Katara shifted a bit " I am better at expressing my feeling through Dance then words, forgive me if it makes you uncomfortable I could talk more Sire"

Zuko "It would be nice." He smirked.

Katara nodded " then I shall, what would you like to talk about?"

Zuko "You." he smirked again.

Katara blinked and blushed " me? oh Sire I would be to embarrassed" she rubbed her arm " wh-what would you like to know?"

Zuko "how'd you end up dancing?"

Katara smiled " it's always been a passion of mine and I auditioned for a few troupes and got into this one" she blushed and twiddled her fingers " its always been my dream to perform for the fire lord" she tried to look excited about it " or at least the court"

Zuko smirked getting a seriously evil idea, one his sister would have been proud of. "Well, how would you like to give the fire prince a private show?" he smirked more.

Katara looked up at him, staring in a mixture of shock and rage " S-sire? I'm not sure I am allowed to give private shows"

Zuko "hmm? Well that's too bad, I really enjoyed your dancing earlier." He scooted a little closer to her but anything he may have tried next was halted by his servant girl's return. She wheeled in a rolling room service tray. There was a large steaming covered pot sitting atop a small fire, and a large pitcher of sparkling lemowi juice. There were two plates and two cups. The girl just silently wheeled the tray in bowed and hastily left.

Katara gulped and averted her gaze " oh? thank you Sire I’m glad you enjoyed it"

Zuko stood up and walked over to the tray. "Oh I might say I more than enjoyed it. It was like watching my nemesis dance for me." He smirked back at her taking the lid off the steaming pot revealing that it was a steamer for rice with teriyaki piled in the middle. He dished with the large wooden spoon that had been buried half way in it. The heavy scented steam filled the immediate area.

Katara inhaled the smell of the food " Oh, I suppose this nemesis you speak of was very tough for you to forget?"

Zuko "Well... she was quite beautiful, not as beautiful as you, but beautiful." He smirked pouring himself a slow tall cool glass of sparkling juice.

Katara truly blushed this time and stuttered " w-would it please you Sire...if I danced for you?"

Zuko smirked. "very much so." he took his plate some chopsticks, and his cup and went over to sit on the end of his bed. He smirked and took a sip of his drink setting it down on the floor next to him as he popped some meat in his mouth.

Katara moved off of the bed, she walked till she was in front of him a good ways, she looked down at her feet and then back up at him " please forgive me...this will be hard without music"

Zuko "just do your best." He smirked raising his chop sticks to her and watching her as he ate.

Katara got into a water bending stance, she held her hands out in front of her and her legs close together, though one was twisted with the other, she began to sway her hips, imagining the slow drums that normally would accompany the dance, when she swayed the chimes and bells tinkled lightly, she began to rock and sway closing her eyes and breathing softly as she twisted her wrists and arms along with her body, she could have charmed snakes with this dance

Zuko smirked, munching on his possum-chicken and rice while he watched his female nemesis dance like a stripper for him.

Katara arched and shook her hips causing the chimes on her to jingle much like bells at a temple, in a certain motion she lowered her self to the floor then arched back up, causing her backside to sway as she danced in place, moving her arms about as if she was water bending

Zuko recognized the movements, particularly this close up. Mainly because he felt like he should be ducking out of instinct. He glanced down at his cup just to make sure it wasn't going to attack him.

Katara continued to dance, she even cooed and mewed as she moved her hips in certain promiscuous motions, she bumped and bucked her hips, sliding her bare feet across the ground , getting lower and lower, once she was on her knees she stopped dancing, panting slightly, her eyes still closed

Zuko once he was sure his drink wasn't going to attack him. He set his plate down on his lap and clapped fervently. "Very nice very nice."

Katara stood up and bowed to him “Th-thank you sire"

Zuko "hmm?" he raised his eyebrow at her. "For what? Shouldn't I be thanking you for that performance?"

Katara shook her head. "No Sire, I need to thank you for allowing me to dance for you"

Zuko "Do you? What for?" he smirked and returned to eating, popping some piece of possum-chicken into his mouth.

Katara sighed and looked at him. “It is not my place to ask thanks from you, to be able to perform for you is a gift in itself, I would be an un-grateful wretch if I did not thank you."

"well, we wouldn't want you to be an ungrateful wretch, now would we?" Zuko smirked reaching down and picking up his cup sipping at it before setting it back down. "well at least allow me to thank you with some food. You must be hungry after all the dancing that you've done."

Katara thought it best to simply except his offer. "Yes, thank you, sire." She walked towards him and sat down nearer to him then before, she was becoming tired and was worried that she would make a mistake if she didn't try to take it easy.

Zuko set his plate on the floor next to his cup. Standing up and walking over to the tray. He began to fix her a plate, probably putting more food than he could have eaten on it before walking over to her and holding the plate out for her.

Katara bowed her head to him and took the plate, she began to eat slowly and as politely as she could, side glancing him every now and then

Zuko returned to where his food and drink were sitting back down on his bed and returning his plate to his lap. He lifted up his cup and sipped at it again.

Katara ate in silence, still looking at him, he was making her nervous and she didn't like that he was acting so calm, the Zuko she had met would have jumped her and tried to expose her as a water bender already

Zuko was quietly trying to figure out how to expose the dancing girl as the water bender. He suspected that the rest of her crew would be about as well. But he didn't want to leave this girl alone unwatched in the palace. He kind of wanted advice, but Uncle was in jail...

Katara finished up, the plate was no where near empty but he had given her a lot, she set it down in her lap and looked at him " Sire?"

Zuko smirked and looked over at her. "yes?"

Katara tilted her head " Sire may I go? I can't be away from my Troupe for to long I’ll get in trouble"

Zuko chuckled under his breath at her blatant attempt to get out of his presence "Oh I'm sure that you won't be missed." He smirked, putting an hand to his ear. "You hear that?" He was very quite for a second and you could vaguely hear music from the party through the heavy walls of the palace. "They’re still having a ball."

Katara blinked "But Sire…"

"Hmm? But?" Zuko looked over at her putting his chop stick down.

Katara flushed. "But Sire I must go…"

"Why? Is someone waiting for you?" He stood up, setting his empty plate back over on the tray.

Katara blinked “My Troupe leader is very strict."

“Mmh." Zuko smirked walking over and picking up his cup. "Well I'm sure she'll understand. After all, you haven't even finished your meal."

Katara looked at the plate in her lap " I'm finished Sire"

"Oh? But you've barely touched it." He smirked.

Katara smiled weakly. "But I’m full Sire I really am... may I please leave?”

"Awe, but we've hardly gotten to know each other yet." Zuko smirked. "Oh I know, how would you like to give a private show for the prince, and princess of the fire nation."

Katara blinked several times before stuttering " Sire...it would be...an honor...but why...would you ask this of me?"

Zuko smirked heading for his door. "I like you, you remind me of someone very beautiful." He smirked more. "Why don't you just wait here? I'll get my sister."

Katara looked worried and nodded timidly “a-alright Sire"

Zuko opened the door and stepped out. Quickly heading for his sister's room, she wasn't Uncle, but she did give advice. Questionable sometimes, but she would be able to present him with options at least.

Katara wanted to leave but if she did, that would prove to Zuko it was really her and he'd have the guards swarming to find her and probably Aang as well.

Zuko knocked on his sister's door. He wasn't sure if she was in there, but he hoped. He also figured she'd be annoyed that he ditched his party but he had more important matters.

Azula was laying on her bed, reading over war plans. “Come in..." She had the plans laid out on the bottom of her bed and was laying upside down on it so she could look them over in comfort.

Zuko pushed open her door, ready to get yelled at for leaving the party she'd forced him into.

Azula looked up and smiled, then looked back down at her maps and papers. "I was expecting you Zuzu…"

Zuko blinked, Azula always lied. It was just like her to say she was expecting him when she had no idea why he was there. "Then you knew that the dancer girl was a water bender from the Avatar's team and that she was sneaking around the palace when I found her and lured her back to my room where she is currently waiting?"

Azula raised an eyebrow and looked up at him "well now I do Zuzu, getting cozy with the enemy are we?" She smirked and set her papers down, standing up off her bed and walking towards him " she is very beautiful isn't she?"

"I don't know what to do with her." Zuko took a step into his sister's room and closed the door, behind him. "If I call the guard on her I have no proof, and if I do nothing I'd be allowing the enemy to wander around the palace unguarded."

Azula tapped a finger to her chin and looked thoughtful "that would be a dilemma now wouldn't it?"

"This is just as bad for you Azula. What would you do if word got out that you invited the biggest enemies of the fire nation not only into the palace, but into a room filled with the children of the nation's more distinguished dignitaries?" Azula always needed a reason to help him or to help anyone really. So he'd prepared one.
Azula twitched as it dawned on her just how bad this could really be for her. "We'll need to detain her. We can't let on that we're moving against her until we know how many of her group are here." She walked over and stood shoulder to shoulder with her brother, not facing him. "Can you detain her?"

"She's expecting both of us to return to my room for a 'private performance.' She knows that I know who she is, but refuses to act." Zuko looked over at his sister. He was never really comfortable with her behind him.

"Then let's not keep her waiting..." Azula smirked over at him and walked to her door. Opening it and stepping out. "It's rude." She smiled the cold ruthless smile that showed she had a plan, an evil plan. Zuko turned and followed his sister back down the halls to his room. He didn't like her helping him, he didn't like her. She was evil. But he needed help, and things would be just as bad for her as for him if they got attacked by the Avatar, and she'd invited them in.

Katara was leaning against a one of the posts on his bed, she had drifted off; she wasn't sleeping so much as resting her eyes

Azula paused at the door to her brother's room. She pressed lightly on the door and peaked inside. The girl was just standing there against one of the posts of her brother's bed. She had her eyes closed. Azula smirked. "Well brother, after you." She gestured for him to enter first.

Zuko glared over at Azula, not sure he should go in if she knew what was inside and wasn't going in. All the same though, he did feel a little safer with her on his side. He pushed the door open and walked in passed his sister.
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