Guess Whaaaatt? It's the best time of the year! ZUUUUUTARAA WEEEEEEK! :D an image to go with this is at my deviantart page, my username is soflylikeagoldfish

can anyone guess what movie i'm referring to in this scene?

Day 1 Mask

" The way I see it," concluded Katara as she and the newly appointed firelord left the restaurant they had met at to discuss trade affairs between the Southern Water Tribe and the Fire Nation, " We'll be able to open trade routes by mid-summer."

" Excellent!" Zuko agreed as the first raindrop fell from the sky and landed on his nose, " It looks like we're in for quite a storm," he said looking up at the ominous black clouds that wafted across the night sky, covering the stars and the sliver of the creasent moon. " want me to walk you home" Katara raised her hand above her head, shielding herself from the water that dripped faster and faster from the sky.

" I think I'll be fine" She paused then said in a more cocky manner " Will the all powerful Firelord Zuko need an escort"

Zuko smiled at her comment, but having no pun to return, he replied " And hurt my reputation? I think not"

" Three years later" Katara laughed " and still obsessed about his honor"

" Honor is all a man has" Zuko argued

" yeah" She continued to laugh at the man " And a palace, an entire army, and hundreds of servents in waiting"

" True" he finally agreed

" I better get going" Katara said as she pushed a strand of hair out of her face, " Early start, you know?'

" Yeah," Zuko hesitated "are… are you sure you don't need an escort?"

" Zuko" She said flatly " I'm fine"

" Then… I'll see you… soon… I guess"

" Yeah, see yah" Katara walked, hand over head, directing the rain away from her like an umbrella, down the dark, straight road. She passed a few drunkards outside of a pub. As she turned the corner a block from her apartment, she heard multiple sets of heavy, yet dim footsteps behind her. As she looked back, a burly hand shoved her from behind, causing her to fall to her knees. She rolled onto her back to see five hooded figures looming over her.

" Look what we're got here Cazu," One of the figures slurred, his voice giving away how wasted he was. Another of the men laughed like an idiot. The one called Cazu crouched down and felt the fine silk of her deep blue kimono.

" She's wealthy" Cazu seemed much more sober than the other four. " Or she fancies someone of high class" Katara grabbed hold of the rain water in the air, and using it as a weapon, slashed the icy, razor – sharp water across his face, giving him a long, deep, jagged gash across his face.

" Aw Crap!" he yelled, then addressed his cronies " grab the waterbender" Strong hands gripped her arms hard enough to stop her blood flow, and pulled her to her feet. Cazu stood, and she saw silver metal shine in the moonlight. The knife pressed against her chin. " Now, you're going to be a good girl and coopera-…" he didn't have time to finish. All Katara saw were flashes of silver swords, a few wild flying flames, and blood gushing from wounds among the attackers. In seconds the drunkards were either dead or running around the corner screaming. Katara looked back at her attacker to find that the black clad figure had run around the opposite corner of the building, black hair flailing behind him. She stood from where Cazu pushed her and began to shakily make her way around the corner of the stone building. A blue face with empty black sockets, a white nose, mustache, and eyebrows, an pointy white horns slowly made its way down the wall infront of her, a black body with pale hands and light brown bracers with matching boots following. It frightened her at first, but the more she looked at it, the more she realized that it was merely a mask.

" Were you…?" she addressed her savior. He nodded. " Thank you but I had it under control"

" Sure you did" The masked man spoke and instantly she recognized the voice… she just couldn't place who it was.

" So who is it be hind the mask?" She said teasingly, " You're a bit too tall to be Aang, and a bit to calm to be Sokka."

" Who ever said I was calm" He corrected, his voice cocky.

" I'd say you would be too short to be Jet, but he's dead" she studied him more closely " Too talkative to be long shot, to burly to be Haru, too mysterious to be Zuko… he's just way too… to the point."

" Is that so?" Answered the man " I'm guessing that you're changing you're mind about that escort?"

" Wha-?" Katara jumped back "How did you know that?"

" I guess you can say that I was close by"

Katara tugged part of the mask down to reveal his mouth, placed her hands on the sides of his head bent forward, and kissed him. She could feel that she surprised him but he began to kiss her back. She grabbed his ears and ran her hand through his hair. His ears. There was somethinf about his ears. His left ear seemed to be smaller than the right. In fact it seemed to only be half it's size. And it was rough. The skin was scarred. An image flashed in her mind. Light red flesh hidded behind dark brown hair. She concentrated on the image and in her mind tried to zoom the image out. A memory popped in her mind. The man she was kissing, full face revealed glaring at her as she laughed at him; teasing him in good humor about how much more convieniant it would be if he lost his firebending years ago. For some reason, when knowing who it was, she kissed him more passionately. She eventually pulled away and smiled.

" I should probably go," She leaned closer to the man and whispered in his ear, " thanks again, Zuko"