Be happy, because this is my first zutara fanfic! Yayness! Though I'm not even sure if I'll make any more. It probably depends if enough people read the story, so please review. I know the first 2 chapters are really short, but they'll get much longer as they progress, so please read!
Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender, or any of its characters. If I did, well, that would just simply be AMAZING! But alas, I don't, but enjoy!
A large metallic door abruptly opened to reveal an amazingly large yet somewhat empty room. Opposite the door sat a young black-haired woman seated upon a long narrow throne. Her cheek rested on the palm of her left hand while she slowly tapped the arm rest with her claw-like fingernails of her opposite hand. Her snake-like eyes reflected the fires that dimly lit the room.
To the left of the woman stood a young man who carried a scarred left eye. His face was grim; his eyes reflected the pains of his regrets. He wore a long green robe and had short black hair opposed to a ponytail he had once had not long ago.
Two Dai lee agents had unexpectedly entered the room while violently pushing a third member of the party. It was a petite woman with long black hair that covered her tanned face. Her arms were tied behind her back that resulted in her struggles of attempting to break free to be in vain.
The agents pushed the girl in tattered blue robes before the princess on the throne known as Azula. She stumbled from the thrustful push. Her knees buckled under the stress, but somehow managed to still stand upright. She lifted her lowered head and met Azula's gaze with pure anger. Azula's eyes flickered with amusement as she recognized the water peasant.
Zuko, the man who stood beside his evil sister, recognized her as well. He stared at her with a blank expression. He had not't failed to notice her blood dripping to the cold stone floor. She was covered in deep gashes from head to foot. Blood trickled from the side of her mouth as she stared at the evil princess, the one who had tried to kill Aang. Regret began to overtake Zuko as he looked at the beaten water bender.
Azula smirked as she stood from her throne, the throne in which she had stolen from the city's rightful king. She slowly approached the water bender to stand before her in a victorious posture.
"We found her with the Avatar and his small group not far from the city borders. We managed to arrest her, but failed in capturing the others."
A cold sweat fell from his face as he finished his report.
Azula had no reply at first. She observed the girl that stood before her carefully. She still eyed her with hatred. She had not't even glanced at the fire prince.
"Hmm…" Azula started. "So the Avatar is still alive?"
Neither of the agents moved.
"What a pity." She walked back to her throne as she spoke.
"Release me!" Katara shouted, looking angrier than ever. Azula frowned.
"Aww, now why would I want to do a thing like that when we still have a duel to finish?"
Katara's gaze turned into more of a confused look. Then she recalled the catacombs and how she and Azula fought but just three days ago. She flourished with hot anger. Her feet moved unconsciously into a charge aimed for Azula, but was pulled back from behind by those mindless no-good agents.
"What do you wish us to do with her, my lady?"
Zuko watched his sister as her evil mind began to click.
"Take her to the upper prison cell for rest." Azula locked eyes with Katara.
"At dawn, we finish what has been left undone."
Hey peoples!!! Well, this is the first chapter at my attempt at a zutara. Now I know no zutara has been shown YET, but relax, it will get there eventually, for what is love at first site but lust? Well I hope you enjoy, and please review, even if it's to tell me it's terrible, because at least I'll know I have things to work on...enjoy!