From an experiment came something, and that something found love.
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|Experiment: Aang|
.Chapter One.
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"Aang!" A woman's voice screamed through the house.
"Ugh…" Aang's tired voice groaned from under his blankets.
He was upstairs enjoying the advantages of the combination of a bed and utter laziness. The coolness of his pillow, caressing the side of his cheek where it laid. With his blanket covering over his head, making a cocoon of warmth travel all the way down to his toes and head, which protected him from the chill of night. The firm but still soft mattress as it adjusted to each of his movement. But all the pure blissfulness was ruined when he heard the same person calling him five minutes later.
"Aang! Get your ass down here!" the voice screeched louder.
"Mmm…" Sadly, thanks to Aang's abnormally big ears, he heard every annoyed shout from downstairs. But people didn't have ignorance for no reason so he just chose to use that privilege for this moment.
"AANG! I better not come up there and you're not ready for school!"
Aang rolled over in his bed, closer to the door, but he completely forgot that he was already at the edge so he toppled off and landed rather hardly, face first, on the floor making a loud sound.
"Owwie." He pushed his face up from the carpeted floor with one hand and used the other to rub his abused nose.
The door swung open noiselessly against the carpet to reveal an extremely angry face of a young woman. "The fuck?I Did you just ignore every fucking word I screamed at you from downstairs!"
She stared down at the boy wrapped up in his favourite sky blue comforter with white swirling designs, similar to the movement of air, patterning it. He looking at her with grey silver-tinted eyes daring to look innocent while plastering some bright smile showing off white teeth.
"I was listening." He smiled wider. "Was." Aang chuckled when he saw the vein in the female's neck started pulsing.
"Ahh!" she flung her head back in frustration and screamed. She just couldn't deal with this teenager. Every day it was the same routine, she would come over by his house, tell him to come downstairs prepared to go to school, he would, of course ignore her which meant she had to come up here and drag his ass to school. Even though she knew the process she really wasn't in the mood for changing it. She liked the repeated banter ever since the first day she had to take care of the boy.
He was dropped off from a black van, being carried by one man, and he was placed on the stairs of this house next to hers. After they dropped him off, they just left the lifeless looking boy there. At first she just thought he was hangover, because that's what usual stupid teens do, but the way those men looked and he looked far too young to be drinking. They didn't appear to be his friends one bit, especially wearing on suits and shades. She stood by her window and watched the boy on the stairs for a few minutes. He looked so small and fragile, probably no older than thirteen. He was just crumpled up on the slanting stairs with his body placed in an awkward and painful position. The least those strange men could do was put him in the house instead of leaving him out in the open for the whole world to look at.
She kept on staring at him and she saw his hand move. It was a slow movement that look like it took him a lot of effort to do. Then his eyes opened and she was surprised. He had such beautiful clear grey eyes. His face gained a grimace as he tried to sit upright. When he finally was up, tears started falling down his face like a repeated dance beat. After seeing this, she couldn't just stand there watching anymore. She had to help hm.
She exited the house and carefully approached the boy. He had his eyes closed again just letting the water flow from between his eyelids.
"Hey." She asked softly. His grey eyes were revealed once again when he opened them to see who was there.
He stared at her for a couple of seconds and finally responded. "Hi." His voiced sounded hoarse.
She guessed she should introduce herself. She knelt on her knees close enough for the boy to hear her but not too far away he would think she was scared. "My name Jun."
She was pleased when the tears stopped. "What's your name?"
He stared at her again for a few seconds. "It's Aang."
"That's a nice name." Jun said.
She was really happy when she saw that sullen looking face brighten when he smiled. "Your nice." He stated.
She had to smile back at hm. He was so adorable when he smiled. "Where's your parents?"
His expression went back to a look of depression. "I don't know." He whispered. "I don't know who they are."
Jun wasn't one to feel emotion easily, especially when it came to kids. They were so loud and annoying but as soon as they did a wrong thing and you caught them, they would try to give their best puppy dog face. Most people fall for this trick excessively but not her. Even at her husband's funeral, she didn't want to show off any emotion because she just couldn't decide which to feel. But he made her feel so many things, so she was absolutely disgusted with herself when she didn't show any sadness.
Aang would have to be another exception to her emotions
She looked into Aang's grey eyes and realized that he had the same colour eyes her husband did. She chuckled. It was kind of funny that she would feel emotion to this boy which was also a kid.
"Are you hungry?" Jun asked standing up.
He looked up at her from the stairs. "Yeah."
She stretched her hands out to hm. He looked at it and timidly then stretched her hands out to her.
"Let's go get you something to eat." She helped him stand up. He didn't reached higher than her hip.
After that, she helped him up and took him to her house. She discovered that he was only thirteen as she suspected. She also found out that he didn't like to eat meat which was strange to her. But she found it really cute when he started whining about how animals are precious to life and so on.
Three years have passed since then and that small fragile boy turned into a tall capable boy. There was some qualities other people would find fantastic, like his enthusiasm and cunning skills, but she could have done without them for the past years. Like in this situation, she just wished he would stop trying to get out of going school.
She stomped into the room fully intent on dragging the teen downstairs. But Aang had a different idea as he easily unwrapped himself from the sheets and climbed to the other said of the bed. He peeked over the top of the bed to stare at Jun.
"Aang! I will drag your ass down those stairs and not give a flying fuck if your neck breaks!" She shouted.
"Aw." He said. "But staying here in this house, bickering with you is way more fun."
She made an annoyed sound "You need to go to school."
"Don't wanna." Aang said back.
Jun suddenly ran up on the bed to get to the other side of it to strangle the teen. But Aang just laughed playfully and easily ran around by the foot of the bed when a he saw a picture frame being flung straight for his head. He quickly sent his head back but it went back too far which cause his whole body to go back. Noticing this Aang sent back his arms on the floor. He pushed his feet off the ground so that his hands would have to support all of his weight only for a temporary second. Aang really liked this part doing flips. It feels for a moment that he's free of any and every thing. But as soon as his feet reached the floor, he was pushed up against his closet door by a woman pointing her abnormally sharp fingernail at his nose.
"Aang!" She shouted then she raised her hand as to provoke the boy and it worked marvelously.
"Wait," Aang quickly dropped on both of his knees, clasped his hands together in a praying position and looked into Jun's dark brown eyes. "But someone of such beauty should not foul such a beautiful hand on my face." He was pretend trying to worm his way out of being hit but he knew that Jun liked to here corny stuff like that so he wouldn't be hit.
And he wasn't lying when he said she's beautiful. She had a slim body structure which any clothes she wore on looked like it was tailored for her body. She had an oval face and moist lips which currently had dark purple lipstick. She had delicate feline eyes that were currently sending death signals his way. She had the back of her hair into a bun and part of the front of hair falling in a bang which was tucked behind her ear. She was wearing a light green, long-sleeved shirt with a V-neck and she had on regular blue jeans.
She chuckled at Aang's method of cunning his way out of things he didn't want to do. But it never worked for school he was going whether he wanted to or not.
"Aang, come on." Jun's tone softened and she lowered her hand and petted his shaved head. She thought that people with shaved heads looked weird but Aang was the type to make it look good. "You really need to go to school."
Aang looked into Jun's eyes and sighed. "Fine." He picked up the fallen photograph and Jun quickly took it away from his hands when she saw the happy expression it brought to his face.
"What's making you so happy?" She stared at the photo trying to decipher what was on it. It was in in a grainy black and white sort of film. It had a big blotch of white that looked about the size of your thumb print, then they had another white print that looked like a curved piece, like a small back.
"Is this an ultra sound of a baby?" she looked up at Aang's face.
He pulled it away from her hand. "Yes, it is."
"Aang," she looked at him suspiciously. "Don't tell me that, seeing those things make you…horny?"
He looked at her like she was insane. "What?! Are you smoking something or a lot of things!? This doesn't make me anywhere near horny!"
"Oh thank god. I thought I would have to take you to the hospital for your insanity." She released a sigh.
"Yeah don't send me there." He walked over to his bedside and placed the photo back on the counter. He gazed at the photo and the happy feeling came back. "I just like seeing it."
She raised her eyebrows sceptically. "If you say so." Then it returned to normal. "Get your ass in the shower now!"
"Okay, okay!" Aang said back slowly backing away from inside his bedroom to the hallway.
He turned left to the bathroom ahead but before he left his doorway he shouted "I'm only doing this because you want me too!" then he ran down to the bathroom.
Jun walked out of the bathroom to see Aang's naked butt before the door was closed. She glared at it for a moment then sighed.
"Nasty boy."
"Hey Sokka!" Aang cheerfully shouted.
After he finished bathing, Jun gave him a whole lecture on how many ways she would beat his ass if he continued not listening to her. Naturally, he was way more interested in a red butterfly that happened to be fluttering outside the window. This caused him to be knocked in his sides with a frying pan a couple times. Jun quickly rushed him out of there screaming that he was always late. It was ironic that she had given him a speech about that which caused him to be late but he didn't mention it.
Now he was entering the gates of his school waving down his friend. Sokka and Aang knew each for only a year, but it felt like they had been best friends since birth.
Sokka looked up from the book he was reading. "Oh, hey Aang."
Aang stopped walking. He was too shocked. "Is that…is that a book in your hands?" Sokka nodded. "Like a real school text book?
Sokka frowned. "You act like I've never touch one of these?"
"You haven't." Aang's grey clouds became wider. "I have never seen you near one. You say it always itches your skin."
He nodded. "It does." He raised a piece of napkin with his other hand. "I'm using this to hold it."
"Why bother?" Aang said.
"Unlike you who's basically a master in all of his classes, I have to actually study." Sokka replied.
Aang came a little closer after getting over his shock so he could properly see what book Sokka was really looking at. "Really Sokka?"
"What?" he asked
Aang raised a second book that was in the text book. It had on the front cover a girl trying desperately to hide her humongous boobs but falling with the size of her tiny hands. She was pouting to try and give a cute look. It wasn't working.
"Dude!" Sokka shouted before he snatched the book out of Aang's hand and shoved it back into his larger book. "Don't go showing that around the place!"
Aang sighed "You really should be careful about those things."
Sokka looked at him like he was crazy. "I'm just studying the anatomy of the female body."
Aang just stared at him. He knew Sokka liked to watch porn books but he never actually saw him get a reaction from it. Sometimes, he actually thought that he was just looking at it for research like he said.
"Why are you studying it here?" Aang asked. "You usual do this when you're at home with the door locked with me inside the room."
Sokka stopped walking for a second. "Aang, that sounded soooo gay just now."
Aang just laughed. "Oh please Sokka, I know you just love my gay talk." He started batting his eyelashes at him.
Sokka visibly shivered. "Never again, please."
He laughed. "So why aren't you reading this in the safety of your perv den?"
He walked passed Aang and mumbled his response. "Katara…"
"Oh…" he followed after.
Aang knew that the topic about his sister was delicate subject to discuss. After their parents died, Katara had gone into this deep depression that she almost committed suicide. Aang thought that was stupid and selfish to want to kill yourself, but he knew too well what it felt like to be depressed. He had many thoughts about that when he was younger.
He shook his head he didn't want to think back to those times. He hated being sad.
"Why do you even read them?" Aang asked once they were in a hallway going to their class.
"It's interesting." Sokka responded with a perverted grin spreading across his face.
Aang raised a brow. " I don't see what's so interesting about girl boobs."
Sokka stopped in front of his class door. "Now, I'm convinced that you're gay."
"Whatever." Aang punched him in the shoulder. "See ya later."
"Kay." Sokka stepped inside the classroom and before the door shut he could hear a few gasps being emitted from the class. They probably couldn't believe that Sokka was holding a school book.
Aang sat at the back of the class like always. The day went by excruciatingly slow. He hadn't heard any of what the teachers were trying to cram into his brain. He couldn't even hold a conversation with the people he talked to in class. The topics were boring and stupid. They were saying stuff like alcohol tastes good and losing your virginity feels awesome. He lost complete interest when they came to that. He didn't want to lose his virginity like all these other fools had. And he couldn't believe the places they said they lost it in. Most said they were totally drunk and couldn't remember half of what happened. The others lost theirs in some weird and gross places like in a bathroom, in a closet, in a car. Someone even stated ever so boldly, they lost it in the mall.
Aang tried to listen to the boring history lesson but he quickly tuned the teacher and the retarded rambling of his classmates. Instead he chose to focus on more interesting things. For instance, the weird wood carving on the lower left corner of his desk. He had always liked to see it. It had the similar design on his bed sheets at home. It sort of resembled a flame and after the couple of years staring at it he realize that there was a hidden word in it. "Avatar" was neatly intertwined with the simple curls. It looked really cool and he loved seeing it every day. He thought that it must have meant something special for him to get this desk.
Lunch time came around and Aang was absolutely sure he looked like a zombie. Those classes were normally boring but they just exceeded the limit of boringness a class should reach.
"Hey Aang." The person who called him hit him so hard in the back that he fell on his face. "Dude….are you okay?"
Aang honestly felt like falling asleep right there on the floor with his butt slightly raised in the air. The boring classes, the cool grass plus not enough sleep, you were just begging for him to drop dead and never wake up.
But sadly life was cruel.
"Come on. Stand up." Sokka yanked him off the floor but he only bounced against his chest and slowly slid back down. "Use your legs Aang!"
"I refuse…" he mumbled. Sokka tried again. "Just leave me here and run along to watch porn with your horny friends."
Sokka immediately let go letting Aang's head hit the grass. He skipped happily away.
"Thanks asshole." Aang started rubbing his head. He crawled closer to a tree and laid back on the bark. He closed his eyes and this strange sense of dread and anxiety hit him so hard tears started rolling out his eyes. He couldn't understand. Where was that coming from? Why did he feel it in the first place? Why was it making him cry?
I need to stop crying. He wiped his eyes but they kept on coming. Nothing's wrong with me.
Well, he hoped nothing was wrong with him. It had been a long time since he last felt like this. Back then he had a good reason but now he had absolutely no idea but he knew he didn't want to go home. Whenever he started to think about going home, his stomach would clench and twist.
Why is this happening? That home is the only place i feel at peace and now I'm scared of it? Did something happen to Jun? Aang shook his head. Impossible, Jun can protect herself but still...
Now the tears were falling down even faster. He needs to calm down. But this was happening so sudden and with no reason he couldn't control his emotion.
"Aang!" Sokka screamed at him. "Get your shit together!"
Aang looked at Sokka's blue eyes, shock evident on his face. "You okay, Aang?"
"Um…Ye-ah." He stuttered.
"Wanna go to the nurse's office?" Sokka asked concerned.
"No!" Aang answered so fast that Sokka swore he heard the reply before he saw his lips move.
"Um…okay then." He answered perplexed. "Do you want to go home?"
Aang shook his head and stood up only then did he notice people looking at them strangely. "Let's just go to class." He started walking down the hallway to his classroom completely all the strange looks he was receiving. He probably still had tears dripping down his face. He didn't know these people so he didn't care how they thought he looked.
He walked into the same old classroom and sat at his desk. He didn't say a word to anyone when they tried talking to him. He knew the conversation would be stupid already and he was upset that he cried. He tried thinking it over what made him cry in the first place.
I was just sitting down by a tree then suddenly I feel like shit? Aang thought. It's like I'm a girl on her period, except for the fact that I can't get that.
Then he started thinking about the house that he spent years living in with help from Jun. IT wasn't Jun. It couldn't be she had probably left for work already so it had to be the house that was making him feel dreadful. He didn't want to go home. That made even less sense. Aang doesn't particularly hate school but of he was given the option to come to school or stay at home, he would choose home.
He leaned back on the wooden chair and sighed. He realized that his back was hurting from leaning on the tree and that he was bored. The only different compared to the boring classes he had before lunch and the class now, was that the teacher was old. When he said old, he meant 'creaks every time he moves' old. So because of his oldness he talks slows and pronounces word with a slight hiss allowing spittle to fly to the poor unfortunate souls in the front.
He was so bored he didn't even know what day it was. Well, he never knew what day it was unless it was Saturday, Sunday and Friday. He needed to know if it was a Friday so he could sleep in late. Saturday, to do all the crazy shit he could at Sokka's house and Sunday to know to rush all his homework that he magically forgot over the days.
He was so bored he was thinking about being bored and what made it funny was that he was actually becoming unbored talking about boredom. Weird, yes, and he knew it.
He rested his chin on folded arms on the desk. He didn't want the teacher to think he wasn't paying attention but he highly doubt he could see at the back of the class.
Why was he bored today though? He usually was content with the life he was living even school but today he just wanted it to end as soon as possible.
Aang stretched his sleeping arms and legs at the same time making sure to pull on both limbs before letting his body slump.
That was a great three hour nap.
He dressed back his chair and stood. Everyone was already packing away their things and discussing what they would do on the weekend even though he thought it was either a Tuesday or Wednesday. Whatever, at least this exhaustingly boring day was behind him and he could move on to the next boring day.
He sighed. He had never been this negative about school or bored by it.
Whatever, at least he could go home. Now that didn't help him at all. Thinking about his home was starting to make his chest hurt.
Aang shook his head. It was probably nothing he was worrying about anyway. He left his classroom and saw that Sokka was leaning against his class door still disguising the porn book he was reading. He looked up from his reading and smiled.
"Are you sure you're okay, crybaby?"
Aang sighed. "Are you sure that females are attracted to you?"
Sokka flipped his shoulder length hair like a fashion model. "Of course! No girl can resist the Sokster!"
"Really? I've seen a lot of girls resist you. I even saw some runaway this one time."
Sokka frowned. "Oh shut up." They started to walk down the hallway. "At least I try to get girls. You probably just sit at the back of the classroom admiring the wood cravings on your desk."
Aang eyes widened at that. "How'd you know?"
Sokka looked at him with narrowed eyes. "I was guessing…"
"I knew that." Aang scratched the back of his neck and looked away.
He received a look form Sokka. "You really are lame."
They walked the short distance to the gate with Sokka not removing his eyes from the book. Really, what was so entertaining about naked girls? Aang thought he was gay now, not that he actually cared. Love is love. Wherever you find it make sure to keep it.
When they reached the gate Sokka raised his head form the book. "You want to come over to my house? We could play some Wii."
Aang knew that Sokka was only asking because he didn't want to be home alone with his sister. Yes, someone else was living with them but the person was rarely there.
He shook his head. "I can't believe your using such an innocent boy to fulfil your own selfish desires." Aang wrapped his arms around himself dramatically. "What is the world coming to nowadays?!"
Sokka frowned at Aang's acting. "Fine. I'll go home alone..." Aang started walking in the direction of his home. "…with Katara, all by myself"
"That sounds great!" Aang shouted at him without turning. He could still hear Sokka until he turned a corner. He laughed. Sokka really didn't want to be with Katara.
He walked slowly back home. He wouldn't normally be doing this, but today wasn't a normal day. He didn't want to rush back because he was scared. He let the shade of the trees along the sidewalk cover him. It was really peaceful here. There were few shops so most people knew them.
He closed his eyes and started walking down the more familiar path to his house. He memorized like the amount of hair on his head and since it was shaved, it was easy to remember. He skipped a total of twenty eight tiles stopped then turned. He walked forty eight steps and shifted to his right because there was a hole of the left side. He walked through the backyard of this old lady's house and arrived on the path leading straight to his house. All the while doing this with his eyes closed. He smiled at this but then a smell hit his nose. It was smoke.
He opened his eyes to see the dread he had been feeling since school. His house was burnt down. He could see the large wood pillars covered in black as the fire was extinguished. Not only was his house burnt to the floor so was Jun's. Only their houses were the ones to be burned. He could see the counter top of the kitchen as he proceeded closer. It was blacken as well and on the ground. He saw his bed well what was left of it, a pile of soft looking mush. He then remembered his picture of the baby ultrasound.
He dropped on his knees. He didn't know what was worse, Jun's house being burnt down, his house being burnt down or his picture. He really cherished that picture.
"Excuse me, young man, you'll ruin your clothes sitting on the floor like that." Aang raised his head to see an old man.
He had grey hair, over the years of aging, which hung loose. At the current moment, he was touching his go-tee moustache. He had sideburns resembling the shape of butterfly wings on either sides of his cheek. He was smiling own at Aang with a small but understanding expression.
Aang stood up with his shoulder bag. "Hello."
"Hi. My name is Iroh DiMartino."
"My name's Aang." He paused. "No last name."
Iroh smiled at the boy he appeared to be interesting to him. "Do you want to see Jun?"
Aang eyes widened. "You know where she is?"
"Yes she's over there talking to some police." Aang glanced in the direction Iroh pointed. There were two policemen apparently asking questions. "She's told me many things about."
"She has?" Aang was surprised.
Iroh smiled. "Why yes, I'm her uncle. she's told me that your quite a handful and refuse to listen to her unless threatened."
Aang gave an awkward smile and scratched the back of his head. He only did this when he was nervous. "That's not an exact correct description of me but I guess it's kind of close."
Iroh laughed and it sounded very light like he was too amused by the situation. When Aang actually looked at the man properly he thought he dressed strange. He was wearing on a kimono. Wasn't that stuff usually worn by samurais? It wasn't even a remotely interesting one. It was a dark green colour that was tied by a red sash by his big gut. He wore on ballerina shows to him. They were just made out of clothe unlike Aang's hard bottom shoes.
"I noticed your house got burned down." Iroh said.
Aang got slightly depressed at this. "Yeah, you and everyone in the neighbourhood."
"Did you have anything special in there?" he asked.
"Well, there was this one picture, but it probably got burnt along with everything else."
"Hmm." Iroh hummed.
"I wonder where we're gonna live now. Jun is probably furious."
"Ah! You should have seen her earlier she was spewing more profanity than a sailor."
Aang laughed not at the image of Jun cursing. He basically knew how that went but at the fact that Iroh used such an old expression to explain it.
"Aang." A voice called. He turned around and saw Jun coming at him and then suddenly hug him. "I'm sorry that I couldn't save your picture." She whispered.
He chuckled "It's okay." He released her. "But where are we gonna stay?"
She looked slightly surprised. "Didn't Uncle Iroh tell you?"
He shook his head.
"We're going to have to move into the city where he lives." Then her expression became apologetic again. "You have to transfer schools."
Aang didn't say anything. He was stunned but incredible happy. The sense of dread he had when he thought of home was cleared up and when he thought about it. He really wanted to leave this boring place. He never thought that he would say that but that's how he felt.
"Aang, are you okay?" she looked worried. Aang didn't know whether to laughed or be awed. He barely saw Jun show emotion and when she did she looked really beautiful.
He shook his head and smiled. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just have to call Sokka about this when we move to the new place."
She smirked. "That's great. Now let's go."
"Wait, were leaving now?" Aang was being pulled relentlessly by Jun who was following Iroh.
"What did you expect for us to sleep out on the street until tomorrow?" she glanced back at him.
Aang frowned. "You don't have to sound that mocking."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Now get in." Jun pointed to an open door of a black jeep.
"Okay, Don't rush me woman." He climbed into the car but not before getting hit at the back of his head.
"Such a rude child."
He sat down behind the passengers sit. "You know what they say, you gotta blame the women."
She grabbed his ear and twisted it. "Oww, I repent, I repent." She released him and looked straight ahead. God, women were scary.
Iroh in the driver seat chuckled at the two. He looked in the mirror to stare at Aang. "I really hope you like my house and other occupants."
Aang ears perked up. "Other occupants?"
"Yes, my nephew is living with me." He answered.
"Oh," Aang asked. "What's his name?"
"Zuko."
Aang really liked the sound of that named it sounded cool. He hoped the person was cool just like his name. Now he couldn't wait to reach the city.
FUN FACT:
I used the last name of one of the creators of Naruto for Zuko's Family.
FAVORITE LINE:
"Aang," she looked at him suspiciously. "Don't tell me that, seeing those things make you…horny?"
Tell me your favourite line. :D
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