A/N: I love angry Katara. It's fun to write. This is a short oneshot. Of course, as usual - completely pointless. Yay!

R&R.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Avatar: The Last Airbender or any of the characters within it.

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Anger

She was sitting on the dock, staring out to sea. It'd been less than twenty-four hours since she was on that trip with Zuko. It wasn't totally pointless, she figured. That man wasn't worthy of death. He wasn't worthy of life either, nor anything inbetween.

She supposed, also, being friends, instead of enemies with Zuko, wasn't so bad. He was a pretty good guy when it came right down to it.

She flailed her legs over the edge, kicking softly back and forth as she watched the water move in waves. She felt a presence behind her, decided to ignore it, and continued with her pointless track of mind.

"Hey," said the voice. She immediately recognized it as Aang.

There was silence.

"Katara, I need to talk to you," he pleaded, taking a seat by her side.

"What?" was Katara's spiteful response.

"First, I'd like to say, I'm proud of you."

Her face was unchanging. A permanent scowl at the world. Her legs, however, ceased their swaying.

"I didn't forgive him, Aang."

"I know. But for not taking it too far. For not killing him."

She could feel the tears rush to her eyes. She held them back as much as she could, but one escaped and fell to her lap.

Aang watched this and felt saddened inside. He brought his hand to her chin and forced her to look at him.

"You're crying?"

"Aang," she whispered, all the spite removed from her voice, "I... I..." She sniffled.

The Avatar stared at her, confused and pained. He used his finger to wipe her tears, but they wouldn't stop flowing. She leaned herself onto him and grasped him in a tight embrace.

"What is it?" he asked.

She paused, choked back a sob, and spoke. "Aang... I did so much worse. I couldn't control myself..."

He felt weak. He couldn't comfort her. She felt hopeless. She could never forgive herself.

"What'd you do, Katara?" He spoke in a soft, calm voice, hoping to ease her pain.

"The first man... Zuko thought was him... I was so angry... I... I... bloodbended him."

The thin line of confusion and understanding snapped in Aang's brain. It made sense.

"It's okay, Katara. It'll be okay. Don't worry-"

"That's just it, Aang," she said, pulling away from him, "It'll never be okay. I can never go back and undo what I did. I can never pretend it didn't happen and I can never take that experience away from that man!"

Aang shook his head and gave her a hard stare.

"Of course it will be okay. It'll all be okay. I know this for a fact. You should-"

"Aang! You can't be positive all the time! Drop the act and come back to reality!"

Aang sighed.

"I don't understand why you're yelling at me. Why are you mad at me, Katara?"

"I'm mad at everyone! I'm mad at the Fire Lord for trying to take everything away from me! I'm mad at Zuko for letting me find the man who killed my mother! I'm mad at my mother for protecting me! I'm mad at my dad for leaving again! I'm mad at Sokka for being so thick headed! I'm mad at Toph for being sarcastic in serious situations! And most of all, I'm mad at you! For being my best friend. For being the only person I can trust. For being so nice to me. For trying to comfort me even though you have your own destiny to fulfill..."

The tears were back.

Katara pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.

"I just need to be alone," she whispered into her arms.

Aang stood up. He bent over and kissed the top of her head.

"I love you, Katara. If you need me, you know where to find me."

She picked her head up when he was out of earshot and whispered one last sentence.

"And I'm mad at you for that."