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Connection.

Part Two.

Themes 11 - 13.

"Funny how all dreams come true. Like a fool, I'm into you - the day we met I lost my sanity."

- S.E.S.

Fun.

When the topic of children came up, Katara admits that she wouldn't mind have one or two "mini-Zukos" running around the palace.

Actually, the idea of it all made her feel...well, warm and excited.

Zuko however, after hearing this, is extremely appalled; he was expecting for his wife to bare five or six - at least.

"I am not your personal... baby machine," Katara had hissed angrily at the Fire Lord before slamming the bedroom door promptly in his face. "And i refuse - absolutely refuse - to be pregnant for six long, damned, FAT years!"

"Katara, it is one of your patriotic duties as Fire Lady of this nation to bear our children!"

At the exact moment, Toph casually walks by, crackling at the sight of a fluster Zuko.

"Easy for you to say, Sparky. Men only get the do the fun part of the deal."

Zuko's eyes narrowed at the paled-eyed earthbender as she idle picked her ear with a pinkie finger.

"You women over-exaggerate everything," came his the sarcastic reply. "You guys can't even take a little bit of pain."

In return, Toph shot the Fire Lord a hot glare, "How 'bout I go get a watermelon and shove it up your butt? Then we'll see who's over-exaggerating?"

Aang, by nature, wasn't a very noisy man.

However, when walking down the long, elegant corridors of the Fire Nation Palace, he can't help but get curious when he hears the voice a certain firebender from behind a closed door:

"So now that we are finally alone, shall we finish what we had started earlier?" he heard Zuko's voice ask in a very...suggestive tone.

Now normally, Aang wouldn't pry too much into the situation. For all i know, he's probably talking to himself in the mirror again, the young Avatar thought idly, but it was the accompanied sound he heard next that surprised him.

A giggle.

A girl's giggle.

A very familiar girl's giggle.

Katara?

"Yes. But quick - before we get interrupted again."

Now, by nature, Aang wasn't a noisy man. But with a said-firebender and said-waterbender together behind closed doors with no one else around, he gets a little curious. Really curious. This being so, Aang stops in his tracks, turns around, shoves his hands in his side pockets and starts whistling nonchalantly as he discreetly walked back towards the direction of the said-door. "I should probably make sure Katara isn't in trouble," he reasons with himself.

Cautiously, he pressed one ear up to the door.

"Your brother's gone," Zuko said smoothly. The sound of wood scraping across the floor ("A chair? A table?" Aang wondered) erupted from the room. "We'll have completeprivacy. And-" the sound of the wood scraping across the floor suddenly comes to a halt, "We can use this."

"But Zuko," the familiar tone of Katara's voice reached his ears instantly through the thick wooden door piece, "we can't do it on this table! It's way too small."

A quick pause.

"...would you rather that we do it on the floor then?" came the Fire Lord's questioning reply.

"Actually, the floor would do much better."

"Then get yourself down here with me, 'Tara."

Now, Aang by nature wasn't a noisy person - really he wasn't. But that didn't stop the young monk from absorbing each and every word that he heard through the door. And it didn't stop his mouth from falling in shock or his eyes from widening in curiously. And it certainly did not stop the millions of thoughts that had suddenly invaded his head. Because although Aang is a respectable, traditional monk -

"Oh my Buddha, are they both getting it on in there?!"

- that didn't mean that he didn't have perverted thoughts.

"I really need to stop hanging out around Toph," the little wind-blower muttered.

Suddenly, the sounds of objects dropping to the floor hit his ears.

Katara let out a breathy sigh, "Zuko, just hurry up and take it out. I want to play with it now."

Zuko hesitated for a moment, "Are you sure no one won't interrupt us?"

Katara giggled, "It's dinnertime."

"So that means-"

"-no interruptions," her voice was light and flirtatious, "So how 'bout we get things started?"

"Let me take my robes off first."

Katara voice got low, "Here, allow me help you."

Against his will, Aang's face flushed a bright pink.

Katara, his all-all crush and best friend, was now on the floor with his once arch-nemesis, Zuko, getting things - THINGS - started!

Katara and Zuko -Katara and Zuko- are in that room, in there - doing... doing--

"Twinkletoes, what are you -- mmphuph?!"

Toph's eyes flashed angrily when a pair or arrowed hands locked over her mouth. Before Toph could retaliate and punch him into the next ice age, Aang grabbed her smaller form, promptly pressing her head against the wooden door he had previously been occupied with.

"Be quiet," the airbender whispered, "and listen."

Violently shoving his hands away from her, Toph shot Aang a this-better-be-good-or-I'm-gonna-be-you-out-so-badly-that-you-will-never-be-able-to-have-children-EVER-AGAIN before silently pressing her right ear to the cool door frame.

"Zuko," Katara's voice cried out in surprise, "What are you-? That's never going to be able to fit in there! It's too big!"

"Ohh really?" came a determined reply. Then there the sound of something shifting along the floor, "...see? Perfect fit."

Toph's pale eyes grew as wide as saucers, "Bleeding hog-monkeys, Twinkletoes, are those two -?"

"Shh!" Aang interupted, placing his index finger up to his lips. "I'm trying to listen!"

Katara cried out contently. "I'm finished."

Zuko grunted, "I'm...almost done...ahh, yes, done."

Out of nowhere from behind, Sokka came waltzing up to the two children, "What are you guys doing?"

"Shh," Aang and Toph hissed in unison, "listen."

Sokka shrugged, "okay..."

Sokka pressed her ear against the door.

"And this time we didn't make a mess," Katara giggled.

Sokka's face scrunched up in curiosity. Katara?

"Let the pieces come together now," Zuko muttered.

Sokka's face glowered angrily. Zuko?

Katara and Zuko? Alone? In a room?! Together?!

Letting out a loud, warrior's scream, over-protective brother Sokka promptly kicks down the door, only to have Aang and Toph (whose ears were still firmly placed against the wooden frame) to lose their balance and topple over themselves.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK THAT YOU'RE DOING HERE WITH MY SISTER, FIREJERK?!"

Standing there in the middle of the room was Katara, hands on her hips and brows raised in annoyance at her brother's caveman display of behavior. Zuko, who was (still) on the floor, was putting together two halves of a completed jigsaw puzzle on the ground with his Fire Lord Robes hanging from the table behind him.

Zuko raised a suspicious brow, "May we help you?"

Simultaneously, Aang and Toph face-faulted once again onto the floor.

Aang should had known better than to be a noisy person.

Perfect.

"I'm not perfect," Katara had muttered in his arms on night under the stars of Ba Sing Se. The cold air drifted around the two young lovers as she huddled closer into his arms for warmth. The man above her smirked.

"I know," Zuko chuckled before claiming her lips with his own, "Neither am I."

Because love is all about seeing that one imperfectly person perfect, wasn't it?

In the end, Katara finally found a place where she belonged.

In the end, Zuko was there, waiting for her.

READ ME. I'm terribly sorry for the long update, I was suffering from a horrible writer's block this past few days. And because of this writer's block, I have a proposition for my readers:

Every reader can submit their own idea/theme that they would like to be a part of 'Connection' (and/or a small description of a situation or scenario they would want to have happen to Zuko and/or Katara). I will take your suggestions into consideration and build them onto this story!

For examples: Theme - ice cream. Situation- Zuko gets a sugar rush.

Ideas can range from 'K+' themes to 'M.' I'm opened to anything. The more creative, the better.

So please submit your ideas via. review and please tell me what you thought of this chapter! I know it was short, but I did the best I could!

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