This is shortest story I've written so far. Inspired by luco_millian's pic of Suki running towards Sokka (link on my profile. it's an epic pic) and for some reason "Hyberballad" by Björk. I've never written Suki before so here we go.
A/N: Ending updated 12/30/09
He Desires the Moon
I never believed in love. Only battle. War. Duty. My calling as the leader of this little group of warrior women. We are strong. We have no need for men. Men are only to provide more warrior women and to provide basic necessities so we may do our job.
But then he showed up that fateful day. His honest, blue eyes still penetrate my defenses that I worked so hard to establish. There had been other boys before him, but in our village they know their roles and understand that it is an honor to bed a Kyoshi Warrior. But he is from a different place. A different way of life. I show him what it means to be a Kyoshi. He shows me what it means to be a girl. But he is gone before I can show him myself as that girl.
My village destroyed. I should be angry at the Avatar and his friends but instead I realize a warrior cannot improve her skills in isolation so we embark on our destinies.
My girls and I are traveling through the Earth Kingdom. We are doing our part to save the world from this war. We have set up camp at the base of a mountain. We talk and laugh and drink. As the girls drift off to sleep one by one, I start to feel restless. The full moon lights the forest and I wander aimlessly. Foolishly.
I look up at the moon. I see him sitting there. My mind swims. My heart flutters. My legs begin the chase. My voice calls out his name.
I rush towards him expecting arms outstretched. Instead his arms are closed, his eyes closed, his heart closed to me.
The moonlight drenches over him like a waterfall of luminosity. I see the tears on his cheeks glistening in her light. It should be my light that embraces him.
But then he stands. He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand, removing the evidence of his emotions. He puts on his strong, warrior face and happens to glance down. I stop unsure of what to do next. Our eyes meet. What was once closed to me slowly opens as his body turns. I see recognition in his eyes.
He rushes down the cliff as I rush towards him.
I feel his arms around me, his lips against mine, his heat, his scent envelopes me.
"I wanted the moon," he says caressing my cheek, sincere blue eyes penetrating me to my core, "but now I see how foolish that is when I have you right here."
My defenses broken completely. I let him in. I am no longer Suki the Warrior. I am Suki the Woman. And it is this Water Tribe boy who has done this to me.
I savor his lips, his smell, his arms.
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Then I hear metal against metal and my eyes slide open.
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I'm not in his arms.
I'm in my cell in this hell called the Boiling Rock. And it is time to go to the prison yard.
I sigh in defeat. I had prayed for him to rescue me. I have given up hope that he will.
I never believed in love. Only battle. War. Duty.
I don't need a man to be strong. I am a warrior.
I just wish I could have been a girl too.
