Chapter 1- Welcome to Avatar High

I've finally gotten around to publishing this! Okay, let me just say I've been dying to write a Zutara. All I've started so far is a Kataang, which is dark and sketchy and creepy (It's pretty good, wanna check it out?). I plan on updating every Friday, so people like discombobulator0329 will have two chapters to read on Friday. So, I plan to make this fanfic 30-ish chapter long, which is cool right? I have no clue how long this will be, but I really want it to be a nice long story.

So this is AU, and the first real section will just kind of explain "the fire nation attacked." Then, I'm kind of just introducing the characters. Okay guys, instead of being the characters use different fighting styles. Though it is possible to move around in styles, fighters usually fall into one of the four styles: fencers/ swordsman, wrestlers, tae kwon do senseis, and kick boxers. Chi blocking is universal, though rarely used. Not everyone is a born fighter, just like bending. Snipers are the people able to redirect/ direct lightning, or use blue flames. Let's begin our story.

Katara-16

Aang-16

Zuko-17

Sokka-17

Toph-16

Suki-17

Azula-16

We see water as a calm element, easily adapting to problems and a key factor in our lives. We perceive it as predictable and soothing. But this is the brighter side of water. The same element brings death and destruction, in the form of tsunamis. Water is a raging force, with tide predictions fluctuating and mainly inaccurate. Water is independent, with the abilities to put out fires, soil land, and mist the air. We see air as the element of freedom, but no one can own the sea. There are no lines in the ocean, because the water is too fickle and uncontrollable to be tamed and mastered. No, water is not soothing. Water is a powerful beast, passing off as a beautiful, settled masterpiece.

Long ago, all fighters lived in peace- with a corrupt nation, fighters control the government. But the fighters ruled equally, each passing president a different type of fighter in the cycle, and there was peace. Then, the swordsmen attacked.

Using guns as a swifter option, they open fired on a meeting of tae kwon do leaders as they were planning to elect their next leader. Killing most of the officials in the art, the tae kwon do followers scattered into the air. With a disturbance in the cycle, our nation fell into disharmony.

Sensing our vulnerability, another country invaded ours and we were forced to fight the first war on American soil since the civil war. After many years of fighting, we fought them off and created a new government.

As the swordsmen (who had evolved to also have sniper specialists) took over, they created a dictatorship and we have been living as their "inferiors" ever since. They assassinated kick boxers from both styles (southern and Northern), and forced the remainder of the kick boxing fighters underground. With the new danger and poverty left to us, many of us regressed into savagery.

Now the dictatorship is targeting the wrestlers, though they can't find their ever-changing meeting place, Ba Sing Se. As they near victory in scattering the last of the remaining culture of the wrestlers, the country is looking for the sensei fabled to overthrow the dictator, Ozai. After fourteen years of disharmony and dictatorship, the world is growing weary. But I haven't given up hope, even if it's only because it's the only thing I really believe in anymore. I still think he's somewhere out there, waiting to overthrow Ozai.

The sound of her alarm clock ringing consistently pissed Katara off. Who invented mornings? I will find them and kill them. Katara thought groggily, getting out of bed and stretching. She woke up early every morning so she could workout, but Katara still dreaded the mornings. Why do I have to cover the store in the afternoons? I have no time to do anything. She thought, knowing full well she said this every morning. Her dog tags jingling, she looked down at them.

Mizu-Hakoda-K.-682.12.4302-Catholic

Mizu-Kya-R.-456.01.5813-O Positive-Catholic

Sighing, she looked away. It had been eight years since Katara's mother was killed in action, in her own city. Protecting me got her killed. Katara thought, slipping on her sports bra. Soon after her mother's death, her father Hakoda was called to serve in the navy. That left her and her brother Sokka with her crazy grandmother Kanna, a quaint old woman who ran a bakery. When kick boxing was still a civilized art with its own culture, Hakoda had been the sole male successor in a long line of Southern kick boxing style prodigies, though Hakoda himself couldn't fight. If Ozai didn't take over, either Sokka or I may have led the nation. She thought silently, pulling on her shorts. Lacing up her shoes, she started her five mile warm up run to the gym. Doesn't school start today? Crap! She thought, nearing the gym. 30 minutes. I've gotta do better. She thought, opening the gym doors.

Since the gym was mainly run by wrestlers (unbeknownst to the swordsmen and snipers), Katara's bloodline and prowess was recognized. "Good morning, miss." He said, bowing in the typical style. Bowing back, Katara raced into the gym and to the empty floor. Ever since they realized who I am, they allow no one to exercise in the same room as me when I come. She mused fondly. Pulling on her fingerless cyclist gloves, she approached a dummy. Glancing at her watch, she noted the time was 5:30. Bell rings at 8:00 and I have no idea how to get there. Gotta cut practice to an hour. She thought glumly, attacking the dummy with an all-out offense. With her rhythm going, she had the punching bag moving a mile a minute. It's a shame mom couldn't see me now, her little girl hitting harder than grown men. She thought, subconsciously hitting the bag even harder. Realizing what she was doing, she stopped the bag and did some pushups. Easy girl, you don't want to ruin another pair of gloves.

Jogging through the door at 6:55, Katara yelled up to her brother. "Sokka, wake up you louse!" She said, running up to the shower. It'll take him forever to wake up, as usual. She thought, briskly improving her hygiene.

Finishing up and grabbing a towel, she speed-walked into her bedroom and blow-dried her hair. Picking out an outfit she approved of, she shoved it on and looked in the mirror. Sporting a blue v-neck with white stitching, a vintage skirt, lacy leggings, vintage combat boots, and of course her parent's dog tags, she smiled. I finally get to go to Avatar High. She thought brightly. Though Aang and Toph were the same age as her, the two geniuses had both skipped a grade. "Sokka, you up?" She yelled, receiving a muffled groan from her lazy brother. Picking up her Nerf water gun, she walked into Sokka's room and opened fire on the sleeping boy.

Sokka's eyes popped as the drenched teen scrambled out of his bed. "But Katara, I was getting up! And now I smell like a girl, and I'm all bubbly!" He pouted, looking down at his bed.

Katara rolled her eyes. "You were getting up? That's why you were making out with your towel. We discussed this. I mixed shampoo and the most girlish perfume I could find. So unless you want to smell like a girl, take a shower." She said, looking at the alarm clock. "You might want to hurry, because it's 7:15." She said, crossing her arms.

Sokka scowled. Madame Fussy Britches bosses me around like she owns the place. He said, using Toph's nickname. "Whatever Katara, we'll leave by 7:30." He said, heading to the shower. Baby sisters should not be allowed to come to their older brother's school. He thought, reaching out to grab a nonexistent towel. "KATARA!"

After breakfast, the teens hopped into Sokka's Camaro and drove off to school. "I still don't understand how Gran-Gran paid for my car and your car." Sokka said pointing to Katara's powder blue Mustang parked in the garage.

Katara shrugged. "Her bakery does pretty well." She said quickly, hoping her brother didn't catch her evasiveness. "Oh, look Sokka! There's the school!" She said, efficiently changing the subject. Seeing her friends in the parking lot, she waved. Though she only recognized Aang, Toph, and Suki, she was still eager to meet them.

Aang Kaze, wearing skinny jeans, an orange shirt, and his trademark arrow snapback, waved at the Mizu siblings in Sokka's Camaro. "Sup, Mizu?" He said, looking at Katara and Sokka. The trio had met when Katara was yelling at Sokka on the side of the street and accidentally spilled her water all over Aang. In middle school, he had a crazy crush on Katara. Leaning on his pickup truck, "Appa", he nudged Toph playfully.

Toph Bei Fong had met the Mizus and Aang when they found the girl fighting men twice her size- and winning. As a serious wrestler, she was nicknamed the Blind Bandit because an illness as a child left her deaf and colorblind. The girl was wearing her usual baggy cargo pants with a camisole and a jacket she bought for the Hunger Games movie preview. "Hey Sokka, your girlfriend is waiting for you!" she screamed as Suki hit her.

Suki Senshi waved sheepishly to her boyfriend before finding her skirt and tank top very interesting. They had met when they were visiting her farm so their father's could discuss business. With part of her short brown pinned back to show off her purple color contacts, the head cheerleader for the Kyoshi Warriors (the leader Kyoshi made the school, and the mascot were the warriors. The cheerleaders wore makeup similar to Kyoshi, so the nickname stuck) looked gorgeous as always. When Azula snickered, she glared at her.

Azula Kasai was a gorgeous girl with a bad past. In middle school, she was a controlling queen bee. She had a breakdown and was sent to counseling, but not before stabbing her brother in the chest and stabbing Aang in the back. After therapy, she came back and apologized. Eventually, everyone accepted the girl and she became a good friend of most of the people in the group. The sniper prodigy smiled and waved, despite the fact her skin tight jeans and deep cut red shirt looked extremely uncomfortable.

Zuko Kasai was on top of his Ferrari, and nodded slightly at Katara and Sokka. Considering that the Kasai's father was dictator Ozai, they didn't worry about money a lot. Zuko was kicked out of his house and made to live with his hippie Uncle and the principal of the school, the "once great" General Iroh. No one knew why, but everyone knows that's when he got his scar. The last genius to ask about Zuko's scar got hit in the face. Once his uncle made him see the light, he became kinder and joined the group. When Azula came back from therapy, she also moved in with Iroh. Zuko hadn't met Katara before, so he introduced himself.

Katara smiled. She was finally at school with all of her friends. "Hey losers, what are you up to?" She asked, jumping out of her brother's car. Grabbing her backpack, she joined her friends. "So, who's going to actually show me my classes?" She asked, handing her friends her schedule.

Wing B

1st Period-History with Master Zhao Rm 23

2nd Period- Math with Master Jeong Jeong Rm 42

3rd Period A Day- Philosophy with Guru Pathik Rm 9

3rd Period B Day- Art with Aunt Wu Rm 5

4th Period A Day- PE with Master Bumi Gym

4th Period B Day- Japanese with Master Arnook Rm 1

5th Period- Science with Masters Lo and Li Rm 8

6th Period- English with Master Long Feng Rm 11

Zuko grimaced. "Well, the bad news is you got an evil history teacher, a math teacher obsessed with the danger of swordplay, a philosophy teacher who only drinks banana onion juice, an art teacher who predicts everyone's future, a crack addict gym teacher, Azula's crazy babysitters for science, and an English teacher who wants to take over the school. But we're in the same wing, so I'll show you the way." He said, still frowning over her schedule. Are they trying to give her the worst teachers in the school? He thought, crossing his arms. "You're going to have an interesting first day."

Ty Lee, another Kyoshi warrior and the best chi blocker there is, cart wheeled over and giggled. "Zuko, be positive for once! Your aura's getting dingier just by talking about her schedule! You'll totally break out!" The crazy cheerleader babbled. "I'm sure you'll do fine, Katara." She said, smiling. Nope, she's definitely going to be crushed. She thought, looking at the seemingly innocent girl.

Katara balled up her fists. Worst. Day. Ever. She thought, hopping into her car. My teachers are crazy, and I can't stand any of them. Grabbing her emergency bag out of her trunk and looking through it, Katara sighed. Guess I need a second workout today. She opened the bakery with her spare key and turned on the lights. Sitting behind the counter, she turned on her iPod and switched to her Pissed off playlist. And could Zuko have been any more annoying?

"White knuckles

And sweaty palms from hanging on too tight

Clench of jaw,

I've got another headache again tonight

Eyes on fire, eyes on fire, and the burn from all the tears

I've been crying, I've been crying, I've been dying over you

Tie a knot in the rope, tryna hold, tryna hold,

But there's nothing to grab so I let go

I think I've finally had enough,

I think I maybe think too much

I think this might be it for us

(Blow me one last kiss)

You think I'm just too serious,

I think you're full of shit

My head is spinning so

(Blow me one last kiss)

Just when it can't get worse,

I've had a shit day

You've had a shit day,

We've had a shit day

I think that life's too short for this,

I'll pack my ignorance and bliss

I think I've had enough of this,

Blow me one last kiss

I won't miss

All of the fighting that we always did,

Take it in,

I mean what I say when I say there is nothing left

No more sick, whiskey-dick, no more battles for me

You'll be calling a trick, 'cause you'll no longer sleep

I'll dress nice, I'll look good, I'll go dancing alone

I will laugh, I'll get drunk, I'll take somebody home

I think I've finally had enough,

I think I maybe think too much

I think this might be it for us

(Blow me one last kiss)

You think I'm just too serious,

I think you're full of shit

My head is spinning so

(Blow me one last kiss)

Just when it can't get worse,

I've had a shit day

You've had a shit day,

We've had a shit day

I think that life's too short for this,

I'll pack my ignorance and bliss

I think I've had enough of this,

Blow me one last kiss.

Dadadadadada

Blow me one last kiss

I will do what I please, anything that I want

I will breathe, I will breathe, I won't worry at all

You will pay for your sins, you'll be sorry my dear

All the lies, all the lies, will be crystal clear

I think I've finally had enough,

I think I maybe think too much

I think this might be it for us

(Blow me one last kiss)

You think I'm just too serious,

I think you're full of shit

My head is spinning so

(Blow me one last kiss)

Just when it can't get worse,

I've had a shit day

You've had a shit day,

We've had a shit day

I think that life's too short for this,

I'll pack my ignorance and bliss

I think I've had enough of this,

Blow me one last kiss.

Nananana Dadadada

Nananana Dadadada

Nananana Dadadada

Blow me one last kiss

Nananana Dadadada

Nananana Dadadada

Nananana Dadadada

Blow me one last kiss."

Since no one else was in the store, she sang the song out loud while she baked cookies in the back. Katara absolutely hated that song, but it fit with her mood that day. As she walked back into the room, a voice stopped her.

"Nice voice, Katara. I didn't know you could sing." Jet said appreciatively from in front of the corner. She had met him in English, and he had hit on her for the rest of the day. He was hot- with tall, lanky features, tanned skin, brown, scraggly hair, and eyes to die for. But he was stupid and flirted with every girl he saw.

Katara rolled her eyes. "Thanks, Jet. But how on Earth did you find me? What did you do, stalk me?" She joked, pulling brownies out of the oven. You, sir, are a manwhore. Have a good day.

Jet rubbed the back of his neck. "About that… I really want to go out with you." He said, trying to make eye contact from the evasive girl. Sexy time. (AN: I just had to. I'm not even sorry.)

Katara rolled her eyes. "Jet, first of all you stalked me to my job. That's really weird. Second, you flirt with every girl you see." She said, putting the brownies on display.

Jet looked down. She can't honestly resist me, can she? "But you're special." He said, making a smolder that he was sure she couldn't resist.

Katara just stared at him. Time to pull out the big guns, Katara. If he doesn't leave me alone after this, he's the biggest douche I've ever met. "My parents said that I'm not allowed to date until my Dad comes back from the Navy. That was one of the last things my mom wanted from me, and I can't dishonor her final wishes." She said, clutching her dog tags fiercely. Seriously, dude. Leave me alone. Katara didn't mind lying about her mother at all.

Jet's jaw dropped. "Oh, I'm so sorry Katara. I understand completely." He said, looking at the ground. She'll come around eventually. "I guess I should go." He said, walking out the door.

Katara grinned evilly. I'm the best liar ever. Finally, he's gone. Looking at the clock, she saw it was six. Time for my anger workout. She grabbed her emergency bag and changed in the back, before changing the sign to "closed" and setting off to run. It's only ten miles there. No big deal. Picking up her phone, she texted Sokka.

Katara: gonna b l8 4 dinner, sry. I'll make u a feast 2 make up 4 this :)

Sokka: u better make stewed c prunes, Kat.

Katara. Will do.

Beating the crap out of the punching bag, Katara made a feeble attempt to wipe the sweat out of her eyes. Switching to the kicking stands, she accidentally kicked one over. Stupid school. She thought as she picked up the fallen stand and started bench pressing it. Making me improvise. Stupid sexist Arnook. 20. 21. 22. Lo and Li make no sense, ever. 45. 46. 47. Stupid Zuko, being hot. Couldn't he show me around being ugly? The last thought made her drop the stand on herself. Where did THAT come from?

Walking into the gym, Zuko was stopped by two guards. "Sorry, sir. You can't go in there. It's…. uh… rented out." The guard finished pathetically. "No one is allowed in, no matter political standing." He said, feeling the need to tell the teen he didn't care who his parents were. Actually, maybe we should let the girl beat the crap out of him for interrupting her workout.

Zuko was angered by the guard. "What man thinks he can just rent out the weightlifting section? I need to give him a piece of my mind!" He said, stomping his foot. As he noticed a guard laughing, he became even angrier. "WHAT?!" He roared, towering over the man. "Other guys need to work out, too!" He said childishly. He knew her didn't really need to work out. But this would help him get his mind off of a certain blue eyed beauty. Come on Zuko, what about Mai? No one knew if Zuko and Mai were together, since Mai showed pretty much no emotion. But the group was pretty sure they were an item. But Katara doesn't know that. What if you led her on? Come on, she doesn't like you at all. She might! "LET ME IN!" He roared.

The guard wasn't even scared of the young man, though he easily stood 6' or 6'3" feet tall. He just imagined the look on his face if he saw the young woman, who couldn't reach 5'2" on her best day and couldn't tip the scales at 100 pounds soaking wet bench pressing things twice her size and beating a punching bag. "N-nothing, sir." He said, stammering furiously from his own joke.

Katara heard scuffling outside and decided it was about time to leave. Doing one last set of moves, she walked out the back door and back in the front, finding Zuko yelling at one of her many friends at the gym. "Hey, Zuko. Hey, Mr. Gado. Is the gym open?" She asked, hoping he would get the hint. Looking at her watch, she feigned surprise. "Actually, I have to go. Bye!" She said, running quickly in the direction she came. If Zuko found out… that would suck. She thought, jogging back. Then he'd only be a few steps away from figuring out… other things.

"Hey, Sokka. What's up?" She asked casually, setting the groceries on the countertop. Okay, what's my excuse today?

Sokka groaned. "You were gone for TWO EXTRA HOURS! Where were you and why are you sweaty?" He asked, curious.

Katara grinned. "Well, I tried to run three miles in under thirty minutes, and then I got groceries." She said meekly.

Sokka blinked at her. "Sis, you are one of the most un-athletic people I know. You couldn't run three miles at all." He said, hands on hips.

Katara rolled her eyes behind his back. "I know. At least I didn't try to like, bench press anything." She lied, knowing full well what she could do. He's lucky I never get mad, or I'd probably bench press him. She thought with a smirk. How much could the guy weigh- 170? He's barely six foot. I could bet I could do reps until he was tired.

Sokka turned around and eyed her. "You know better than to do strength training."

Katara laughed. If only you knew.

Did you guys like it?

Okay, I know Katara's OOC for her. But it's AU and I've decided this is something that could've happened. Instead of becoming a mother figure for Sokka, she became tough, bitter, and secretive.

This chapter was SO Kataracentric; I was just trying to build up her character. Don't worry; it won't be like this for long. Unless you want it to be…The next chapter is Taang fluffiness, and then I have a little Zutara, then we have Yukka/ Sukka. I'm just building up relationships and creating character growth before I implement the plot. I hope you guys liked this!

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