When Hatred turned to Love (ATLA Zuko x OC)

Chapter Three - Kyoshi Island

"You have no idea where you're headed, do you?" Sokka asked raising an eyebrow as he turned at Aang who was sitting on the Bison's head.

"Well, I know it's near water," Aang said as he turned and he looked at him shrugging.

"We must be getting close then," Sokka said sarcastically as he looked below them while they flew and he saw the endless ocean.

Aang turned and looked at Katara who kept sewing her brother's pants paying all of her attention in the task.

"Momo, marbles please," he said and Momo immediately wrapped from his pocket a bracelet with blue pearls. "Hey, Katara, check this air bending trick," he said and he started spinning the bracelet between his hands with his airbending making it seem like waterbending.

Katara, without turning her gaze at him she said "That's great, Aang,"

Aang stopped doing the trick "But you didn't even look," Aang said disappointed.

Katara turned her gaze at him and she said "It's great,"

"But I'm not doing it now."

"Leave her alone, arrow-head, you need to give girls some space when they do their sewing," Sokka said waving his hand.

"What does, being-a-girl, has to do with sewing?" Katara said and she shot a glare at her brother.

"Simple, girls are better at sewing and guys are better in hunting and fighting. It's just the natural order of stuff," Sokka said.

"I finished with your pants, and look what a great job I did," Katara said dropping the blue trousers towards her brother who caught them immediately before the wind had the chance to take them away and he looked at the remaining giant hole.

"Wait, I can't wear this. Katara, please!" He pleaded.

"It's okay, Sokka, where we're going, you won't need any pants!"

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She ran as fast as she could. But she knew that she wouldn't be able to catch him. Gershwin had always been the fastest one in the entire class. She passed through the forest searching for him until she finally lost sight of him and she stopped looking around her. There were trees encircling her a bit deeper in the forest some meters away from the Western Air Temple.

Suddenly her senses caught someone approaching from behind. She turned around before she realized someone hugging her. Hands passing around her waist from behind and laughter against her shoulder. Gershwin.

"You shouldn't be running like that!" She said breathless laughing as she turned her head and looked at him. His hands still around her.

"Not my problem you're slow," He said teasingly smiling widely as he buried his face in the back of her neck.

Iris laughed as she slapped his hands that were around her "I ain't slow!"

Her surroundings changed. She was back on the battlefield. That chaos that took place in the Western Air Temple when the Fire Nation attacked. Gershwin was in her hands, his body getting slowly drained of life and blood.

"I love you," his faint voice echoed in her mind as his head slipped back letting out his final breath...

She jumped from her sleep, her eyes snapped open her chest rose and fell from her heavy breathing. She'd gotten accustomed to nightmares like this. She kept watching her people die in her sleep as she kept hearing the screams of her victims. The crimes she had committed. Her traumatized mind wouldn't let her forget any of these.