(I don't own the Last Airbender; only Kyra.)

"The invasion is tomorrow," Kyra complained, "I need to walk on my ankle so I'm used to it."

"No," He corrected her, chuckling, "You need to rest. That's the best way to get you back on your feet."

By this time, they were below deck where the sleeping mats of the warriors were. Haru set Kyra down on one, settling himself beside her.

"You don't have to be stuck here too," She grumbled unhappily.

"Okay, if you don't want me here, I'll leave," Haru shrugged and made to get up.

"No!" Her hand grasped tightly onto his sleeve, pulling him back down to her.

He smiled and put an arm around her shoulders. She sighed contently, snuggling her head into his chest. Just when it seemed like she was relaxed, Kyra bolted upright.

"My sword! I left it by the water!" She gasped, her eyes growing wide.

"One of the others will get it, don't worry," He sighed.

"No, I think we should get it. What if-,"

She was silenced as Haru's mouth captured hers. She blinked in surprise, but allowed her eyes to flutter closed. She kissed him back fervently. Haru lowered her to the ground, his lips never leaving hers. She threaded her fingers through his hair, a sigh escaping her. He ran his hands down her sides, resting them on her hips. Kyra wiggled against his body, which was pressing hers into the mat. His lips moved downward, reaching her neck.

"Maybe we should stop!" Kyra gasped as Haru nibbled lightly on her skin.

She felt him smile against her neck and she shivered.

"Afraid someone will walk in?" he asked huskily, his mustache tickling her.

"Of course not," She stammered, a hazy feeling overcoming her brain. She pulled Haru's lips back to hers and kissed him deeply. He responded immediately, pulling her close. Kyra snaked her arms around his neck. Her breath was coming in little gasps. Haru's hands crept up her shirt, brushing the smooth skin of her stomach. She nipped his bottom lip lightly, smiling mischievously. His eyes twinkled with laughter and he pushed his hands up further, brushing the material of her bra. She began to feel nervous, but she moved her hands up his shirt as well. His skin was smooth to the touch and she could feel the muscles beneath the skin. Haru pulled her shirt up over her head. The lack of fabric made Kyra shiver and she huddled closer to him.

"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispered against his lips, although she had no intention of stopping, "Hakoda won't be happy."

"Who cares what he thinks," Haru murmured back.

As he spoke, his hands moved around her back, undoing her bra. The material fell away and Kyra immediately felt self conscious. This wasn't the first time she had gone this far with Haru, yet she couldn't help but feel nervous. She closed her eyes as her cheeks turned red. Haru watched her face, an amused smile curving his lips. He leaned over and kissed her softly, his hands traveling the length of her torso. They stopped at her chest, hesitant, but still wanting. Every brush of skin set her nerves on fire and Kyra eagerly pressed into him.

"Hey Kyra, I heard that you twisted your ankle. Are you ok- OH MY GOD!"

Kyra and Haru's heads whipped around to see a very shocked Avatar Aang. His whole face was red with embarrassment. Kyra let out a strangled squeal, blushing madly and recovering from her lustful stupor. Haru moved so his body was blocking Aang's view of her.

"I-I'm sorry!" Aang stuttered, already disappearing back to the upper deck.

As soon as he was gone, Haru burst out laughing. Kyra was too taken off guard to move. Her emerald eyes were wide. Haru found the situation hilarious, as he guffawed.

"It's not funny!" Kyra shrieked, smacking his arm forcefully.

"I bet he won't be able to get that image out of his mind for a while!" Haru exclaimed.

"Oh my god, poor Aang! He never suspected a thing!" she said, mortified, and buried her head in her hands.

"There's no need to freak out," he stroked her ruby red cheeks.

"He saw me half-naked!" She yelped, looking up at him.

"It wasn't like you meant him to," He chuckled.

Kyra turned away from him, quickly grabbing up the material for her bra. She tied it around herself and slipped her shirt on overtop. She made to stand up, but Haru stopped her.

"Kyra…," He said warningly.

"If you don't take me back outside, I'll get out of here myself," She jutted her chin out defiantly.

He sighed heavily.

"I don't doubt you will."

He hauled himself to his feet and scooped her up. She smirked in triumph and wrapped an arm around his torso. He carried her easily off the boat. Kyra closed her eyes happily in the sunlight.

"You like it better outside, don't you?" Haru asked.

"Mmm, a lot," She answered happily.

She opened her eyes to see that the crowd had dispersed, all off to do their own things. There was no sign of Sokka, Katara, Toph or Aang.

"We need to find Sokka," Kyra instructed, "I want my sword."

Haru wandered around various tents. Appa, Aang's sky bison, was lying outside of one of them. They figured it was the Gaang's tent. Haru pushed aside the tent flap, ducking as he went inside. Momo greeted them immediately, chattering away and hopping Kyra's lap. After petting and fretting over Momo, Kyra looked up to see a still very red-faced Aang who wouldn't meet her eye. She was rather thankful, unsure of what to say to him anyways.

"Oh hey Kyra," Sokka sat up, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "Have a nice rest?"

Aang shrunk lower in his seat, ducking his head.

"Yeah," She said slowly, "It was fine."

"More than fine from what I hear," Toph cut in with a grin.

Kyra exchanged a look with Haru, and then looked at Aang. The young Avatar refused to glance anywhere near her.

"Aang!" she exclaimed, immediately burying her red face into Haru's chest.

Aang flinched and shrunk away.

"I-I'm sorry! I couldn't help it!" he pulled the material of his cape-like thing over his head.

Katara snorted and rolled her eyes from where she laid. She had her back to all of them.

"You should've seen Aang's face!" Sokka burst out laughing.

"I did," Kyra mumbled, her voice muffled by Haru's shirt.

Haru gave her a little squeeze and murmured in her ear, "This'll all blow over, I promise you."

She looked up at him, a small smile gracing her lips. She felt reassured by his words and looked back at the others.

"Put me down, Haru," She told him.

He hesitated, but did as he was told. She stood next to him, keeping herself steady on his shoulder. Aang and the others watched her, the Airbender looking a bit nervous.

"Sokka, my sword, if you please," Kyra held out her hand.

"I don't know," Sokka rubbed his chin, "I'm rather fond of that little piece of weaponry."

Her emerald green eyes darkened. She looked at him expectantly.

"You will give me my sword, or I will do horrible things to you in your sleep," her voice came out low and dangerous.

Aang looked surprised, Sokka seemed skeptical and Toph burst out laughing.

"I like this girl!" Toph hooted.

"What's your definition of 'horrible things'?" Sokka asked.

"You don't want to know," She glared.

When he still wouldn't surrender her sword she sighed in irritation and hobbled over to him. Haru kept pace with her the entire time.

"Sokka, just give her the sword, please," he muttered, "You're making things unnecessarily difficult."

Being bigger than Sokka and being an Earthbender made Haru's impatience seem more dangerous than it really was. The Water Tribe boy glared at him for spoiling his fun. He reluctantly handed the sword over. Kyra snatched it away, triumphant. She put the family heirloom safely into its sheath.

"You're lucky your big, bad boyfriend was here to help," Sokka sulked, but Kyra knew he wasn't actually angry.

"And that's why I love him," She smirked.

Haru looked a bit offended.

"That's the only reason you keep me around?" he pouted; "Now you hurt me."

Kyra patted his arm.

"Don't worry; I still love you for other reasons too."

"Oh, we know," Sokka commented, a smirk on his face.

Haru rolled his eyes. Katara, who had been silent the entire time, sat up angrily.

"We shouldn't be discussing this now! The invasion is tomorrow and that's what we should be thinking about," She snapped.

An eerie silence fell on them because they all knew Katara was right. Haru's playful look turned stoic and unhappy.

"I'm going to find dad and go over the plans again," Sokka said. He stood up and strode out of the tent, his jaw squared.

"Aang?" Katara was looking at the young Avatar. He had a strange look on his face, a mixture between fear and determination. He stood up as well.

"I need to be alone for a little bit."

With that, he glided out. Kyra watched him with concern. Aang had a big role, bigger than most twelve year olds could handle. She knew that he must be freaking out on the inside.

"You have your sword, maybe we should go," Haru's low voice murmured in her ear.

She looked up at him and nodded silently. He scooped her up without another word and carried her out of the tent. Evening was approaching and light was dimmer outside. The only sound to be heard was the waves slapping the sides of all the boats. Kyra was trying her best to stay positive, but the weight of the invasion was pressing down on her. She was aware that warriors could lose their lives in battle. Her friends could be killed; she could be killed. Her own death didn't worry her as much as anyone else's. She didn't have a family to worry about her. Only Haru.

Instead of taking her back to the boat, Haru carried her to the edge of the water. Her set her down carefully, the water lapping at their feet.

"I wish there was an easier way," He sighed.

Kyra glanced up at him, "I think we all wish that it was easier," She said softly.

"It's not that I don't want you here," Haru said, "But the thought of losing you, of not being there to help you, is almost unbearable. You're a great fighter but-,"

"Stop it," Kyra said forcefully, "Stop thinking about it. You'll worry yourself to death."

She placed her hands on his cheeks, making him look her in the eye.

"I will not die," She said earnestly, "I will do everything in my power to stay alive for you."

"Even run?"

Kyra didn't want to say it. She didn't want to run; she wanted to fight. But she sighed,

"Even run."

Haru sighed in satisfaction. He leaned his forehead against hers. They stood there, kissing and just holding one another until they had to go back to the boats for sleep.

(That's the end of this chapter! The next chapter begins the invasion. It won't focus on what Aang and co. does, but what happens to everyone else, including Haru and Kyra.)