Too Close

made up

"Did you get a new tattoo?" Katara asked as they walked into her room and she went to her closet and Zuko sat on her bed with a long sigh.

"Yea, hurt like a bitch," Zuko ran his hands through his hair and undid the top button.

"What is it?" She asked curiously.

"It's Japanese, means never give up without a fight," he pulled the back of his collar down to show her as it was Japanese writing down his spine, it was small.

"Why'd you get it?" She grabbed one of her hoodies, it was her favorite XL hoodie that had a band on the front.

"I like tattoos," he looked down at his lap.

"Zuko can you be honest with me?" She sighed sitting on the bed next to him.

"I'll try," he nodded.

"Did you leave because of me? Because we had a little argument?" Katara asked seriously.

He stayed silent.

"Yea," he closed his eyes keeping his head down.

"What?" This caught her by surprise.

"Yes, it's because of that I backed off and left," Zuko said again he clasped his hands together leaning on his knees.

"Why? It was one argument and it wasn't that bad, I didn't think that'd be the reason you'd leave, I know you said everything was bullshit and you didn't mean what you said that morning but I don't believe you, so why, why did you leave? And saying because isn't a fucking reason," Katara snapped as her face twisted in anger and confusion.

"It's complicated, Jesus kat you don't know everything," he barked back.

"No apparently I don't know anything," she growled.

"You left for two weeks and I see you again with your father! What the fuck is that all about?!" She scoffed as her face scrunched up.

"I don't want to talk about it," he shook his head.

"This was a bad idea, I shouldn't have come," Zuko bit out annoyed as he went to leave but Katara spun him around grabbed him by the shirt.

"You leave me one more time Zuko I swear to god I'm slashing your bikes tires," she hissed close to his face.

"Your crazy," he glared back down at her.

"I'm upset!"

"I don't care what you call me, call me crazy, call me a bitch but your not lying to me saying everything was bullshit," Katara looked him in the eyes as she clutched his shirt making sure he didn't back down.

"Do you actually want to live with your father?" She asked quietly in a dark tone.

"No.." he whispered.

"Then dont," she let go and took a few steps back.

"It's not that easy, if it wasn't I would've been gone a lot sooner and wouldn't come back," Zuko crossed his arms leaning against the door.

"What does he have on you?" Katara sighed raking her hands through her hair trying to calm down.

"I'm literally a criminal," he said flatly like it was obvious. "There was a reason I didn't stay in jail that long, Ozai has a lot of money,"

"And there's some other stuff but I don't want to talk about it,"

"So your throwing your life away? It doesn't make sense," Katara didn't buy it.

"I just don't care anymore, what's the point?" He rolled his eyes, Kataras face softened.

"Come on, sit," she sighed grabbing his hands and led him to the edge of the bed.