This is a short one to test the waters of an Avatar fanfic. I have ideas for a bigger and better developed one. Just getting a feel for it right now. Inspired (sort of) by Taylor Swift's You're Not Sorry, perfect ZukoxKatara song in my opinion.

'She's been saving it for a special occasion,' Zuko thought to himself. 'Then why is she even mentioning it?' he thought angrily. 'Trying to tease me or something?' He looked up into her eyes but his anger vanished; it could not be sustained while she was looking at him that way. He was looking, not into mocking eyes, but into caring eyes. Forgiveness. His own eyes had never held that shape before.

"I don't know if it would work, but…" she trailed off. He tried not to show how in debt he would be to her if she could relieve him of his scar, how happy he would be. He composed his face into an expressionless mask. He closed his eyes. Suddenly, a shiver ran through him. Katara's hand slid over his scar gently, as if she were afraid to touch him. Zuko ordinarily would not have felt anything on that raw heap of unfeeling flesh, but her hands were so cold – extraordinarily cold. But as soon as he felt her icy touch, it was gone.

"Aang!" she had exclaimed joyously. 'Of course she'd be happy to get away from me,' he thought sullenly. His eyes and those of the Avatar met across the distance, both of them holding someone they loved, and Zuko's expression was so fierce it could have burnt a hole through the Avatar. He felt something in the pit of his stomach that felt uncomfortable. It frothed and creeped up into his throat. Normally when he looked at the Avatar, all he felt was hatred, a renewal of his desire to regain the love of his father. But today, today was different. When he glared into those round, gray eyes, he felt as if he were a child kneeling next to his mother - watching Azula impress their father and grandfather, never reaching her level. Never gaining his father's love.

It was odd, feeling this way again. 'It can't be…jealousy?' he thought to himself. He had always respected the Southern Water Tribe girl, but never had he liked her. 'She is a good fighter,' he allowed, 'but that doesn't mean I like her. Azula is a good fighter, and I hate her!' he argued earnestly within himself. Zuko was shaking.

'I was so close to getting this scar off of me, to no longer being known as the banished Prince with no honor. To no longer looking into people's faces and them instantly knowing who I was, not because I was the Prince, but because of my defected skin.' Zuko had worked himself into a rage, and needed to release this horrible, burning energy inside of him.

So angry at the Avatar for not allowing him to restore his honor, for defeating him even though he was only twelve, for Katara's running into his arms because she couldn't bear to stay in a room with the monster from the Fire Nation for more than thirty minutes. And suddenly it was free. What he had been suppressing for months was free. It was unlocked from his hidden desires now; he wanted her. He had wanted Katara. But she wanted the Avatar. The perfect, little Avatar. 'If I can't have her,' Zuko thought, his eyes scorching, 'he certainly can't.'

He turned to help the only person that could set ease to his angry soul: Azula.

Sorry that wasn't up to my usual standards of writing, I didn't really have a good idea for it, just wanted to write. Hope you enjoyed anyway. Thank you for reading.