A Healer's Touch

I do not own Avatar, and this is my own story. There is also additions to the story line, such as a new type of bending, and Zuko having special abilities. this is deffinantly a Zutara story. So the story chapters will be in POV's...some may be long and some may be short, but if they are too short I will try to double up.


9. Zuko's POV Stupid.

This chapter is going to be the beginning to a very long prep. I'm sorry, but I didn't like how fast everything is moving.

There is deffinant Zutara coming up, but you've gotta be patient Lovelys ^.^

I hope you like it. Oh and by the way. Katara, yeah, she's a little tired of being helpless.


My throat is sore from yelling. Either at myself or the world, I haven't stopped since I got out of earshot of Katara.

I don't care if Toph, with her exceptional senses, or Suki, with her crazy Kyoshi training, can hear me. They all know how I feel now, and they all hate me, I just know it.

Casi is curled up into a giant ball not too far away, but seeing as I keep lighting trees on fire, she stays away.

Rage takes over me again, and I scream, "Stupid Stupid STUPID!!!" Another ball of fire erupts from my mouth, and I have to extinguish it before I start a forest fire.

"ZUKO!" Toph's voice breaks the momentary silence, and I face her, expecting to be berated, attacked, anything but what really happens.

"Come back to camp. We're all worried about you."

"But? Why don't you guys hate me? I kissed Katara! Aang-"

"Is the most worried. He's afraid you think he hates you." Aang's voice startles me as he lands gracefully in front of me, like only he could.

"Really?" my voice is tiny, pathetic, but he smiles and nods, understanding, like only he can be.

As I look at two of my six friends, I make up my mind."

"I need to talk to Sokka."



Sorries loves. Short one. Hope you liked it any ways. As promised I shall write more just you my wonderful readers hahaha.

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