"I will never, ever turn my back on people who need me!"

to: KATARA from: NARUTO UZUMAKI

(1/3) yeah but the lady had the kid, right?? she wasn’t dating the guy who wanted the kid? She mentions adoption, and while he definitely agrees that adoption should be more common that wasn’t the point! Naruto bellows in frustration before taking a deep breath in trying to calm himself. A good minute passes before the next text. (2/3) lets just say i know a guy who isn’t into girls and doesn’t want kids but somehow has a kid?? with a girl who loves him? im just trying to figure this out. Wait…did Sasuke want kids? That would effectively restore his clan…right? But would he really go as far as to use Sakura-chan for that?!?! Poor Sakura-chan! He’ll never forgive Sasuke! (3/3) can you force a girl to do that? there’s no way right?

To: Naruto From: Katara

txt: she was not dating either of the guys but yes she did give birth to the baby.

Because of the pause between texts, Katara thought the matter settled and would have been happy to continued on her merry way, but then Naruto replied, double texting rapidly so that Katara hastily brought her phone back up.

      oh perfect, someone decided it was a good idea to approach you for some reason – and you’re going to show her that was a bad idea because you think it’s a perfectly reasonable idea to mess with her.

DAMARA: YEE HAW. DAMARA: IT IS COMMON SAYING. DAMARA: YOU WALK UP TO PERSON. YELL LOUD. YEE HAW. DAMARA: IT MEAN HELLO. DAMARA: BUT YOU MUST BE YELLING. OTHERWISE. VERY RUDE.

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time: 1am to: KATARA  💫 from: NARUTO 👍🏻 (1/3) katara (2/3)  hey (3/3)  i think i pulled something trying to do that move you showed me. how do you even flex that way??? 😨

   Katara stirred from the deep sleep she had finally settled into, her wakefulness brought on by the odd device she had been given on arrival. Hesitantly, she picked it off her bedside table and unlocked it, long having had the time to figure these things out.

   The message received, however, pulled her lips into a smile.

To: Naruto 🍥🍜 From: Katara

[txt] Lifelong practice? [txt] I figured you would be able to because of your own training? [txt] Don't worry I'm on my way.

DAMARA: YEE. DAMARA: AND DARE I SAY. DAMARA: HAW.

 “Oh!”

using the full flexibility of his body to bend the wooden sword left and right to block the incoming barrage, its like masters at play, each ball was met with a strike from his sword as it crashed into the blunt part. 

 “Not bad! But you have to do better then that!”

strike like a baseball player, incoming fast snowball!

   She’s not sure how much longer the limits of the island would allow her to continued on, but between lone training and not having much to do, Katara feared growing stiff and useless. This offered a solution to both her worries and the growing boredom she had begun living with, and for the first time in a long time, Katara allowed herself a moment to play.

He is in tank mode right now, taking hits with a snowball to the face as he fires two more in return. 

 “COME ON! SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT!”

   "You asked for it!" She called out.

there was no mercy as a snowball is aimed directly at her shoulders from the back. no mercy at all. 

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He’s not quite sure what he’s come across, but something about it has Naruto transfixed. She was…dancing, right? Even if that seemed to be the case, it also felt like something more than that.The way her hands moved, and the way her body was so fluid–it almost seemed like…like… Ultimately, he can’t put his finger on it. But it feels familiar somehow, and he wants to know more. Naruto decides to perch in a nearby tree to watch. Unless she notices him right away, Naruto will focus on her routine for some time until she halts long enough for him to get a word in. No one could say he always lacked manners.

“Hey–you uh…what’s that form you’re using, anyway? It almost looks like you’re dancing, but fighting at the same time.”  He’s both perplexed and fascinated and his face can be read like a book.

   It's rare that Katara ever gets a peaceful moment, let alone a whole stretch of time with nothing to do but sit and grow tired in her own body. Her muscles stiffening and weakening as the days crawl by. The only thing she could do was practice her form, keep her technique sharp, but even that came with the threat of running out her bending time limit, and in this new place, with people or situations that string up and aimed to hurt, she couldn't afford to run out. So she went through the motions, waterless, and smiled a little at the nostalgia that brought on. She'd almost lost herself in memories of times where she couldn't bend, times when she had to practice the motions before trying it out with water, but an unfamiliar voice brought her arms down, her mind now back to the present. “Dancing...?” 

Eyes caught someone that seemed to be running from a rather quick walker.  Staring for a brief moment, he could see that she was wanting to fight, but she couldn’t.  Was it someone she knew that prevented the action? or was she limited?  He would like to think the latter, but it was difficult to say considering this sort of hell that was upon them.  His eyes did narrow a bit as he began to wonder something.  Her attire was similar to someone he once knew.  He’d ask questions later.

:Oiy, Kid.  Need a hand?” he would call out from his perch up high.  He figured he would do something he rarely did.  Have a little fun teasing someone even if they were in danger.  Then again, she was under his watch which meant he wasn’t about to let something happen.  So long as she didn’t do anything stupid.  The puppet behind him hovered, lifeless eyes staring down along with Sasori.

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   “I’m not a kid,  I’m 14!” She pulled a tendril of water from it’s pouch, willing it into a whip with the flick of her body and arm, the motion as familiar to her as breathing. It was enough to knock back a shamblers or two, but the limited amount of water she carried with her wasn't enough. She pulled whatever water she could from the environment, from the air around her, the plants by her and any other source she could, until she hit her limit, but this amount worked well for her. She manipulated the water around her, into a full circle around her person from where she produced various tendrils, each independent from the others and just as ready to strike as the next.

“what’s a penguin-seal? that sounds cute, though!”

The smile that stretched across her lips expressed the utter delight she experienced in seeing the girl before her. Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she stalked forward. Forcing herself out of her seat, the metal bending and melting beneath her grasp, Azula’s grin only grew wider.

“If it isn’t Zuzu’s pet waterbender.”

The venom isn’t lost on Azula, instead the hatred she feels coming her way sends a shiver down her spine as she swings her arm forward letting flames trail her movement.

“I’ve always wanted to see that lovely expression wiped from your face.”

   There was no reason to trust anything the princess said, anything that dripped from her mouth was never meant for anything other than confusion and mind games. “I’m no one’s pet, Azula.”

   She popped the top off the water pouch at her waist, a very serious warning that she’d gladly defend herself, yet kept the water within. If Azula backed down, which was doubtful, then Katara wouldn’t have wasted a use of her most precious ability, but wishful thinking aside, Katara kept a close eye on the other. Fire was volatile and  Azula was sneaky.

   It's a vile gut feeling, like something inside is twisting up, making her ill and leaving her somewhere between enraged and frightened. The princess of the Fire Nation represented everything wrong with the world, and it's almost as if every wrong Katara had ever endured was being projected onto her.