Kataang story. AU style. Rated T for content. The fire nation bomber planes begin bombing the coast. In a twist of fate Aang and Katara become trapped in bomb shelter.

Sokka and dad where out working on the fishing boat as always.
I grabbed another can of tomato soup off the shelf and placed it in the basket. Looking around I think I got everything. I held the recipe up.
2 cans tomato soup
1/2-cup milk
1 small handful of cheese
3 basil leaves
3 shakes of un-ground pepper
1 codfish. (I don't have to buy one of these Dad and Sokka will bring one home)

I know it sounds disgusting but its actually kind of good. I stood up and walked down the deserted iles to the cashier. Most people stay close to home now a days.

Mrs. Wurren is a soft spoken old lady with endless tides of wrinkles. Her hair is still the same shade of strawberry blonde as it was in photo's hanging in Merna's Diner forty-seven years ago.
"Road Cod Soup again I see," she says as I place my purchases on the contour. I smile back at her. "You know Katara I just don't see how you and your family stomach that stuff."
"I think it's an acquired taste." I reply. "I'll believe that,"she says.
She scans and bags everything. I hand her some coins and walk out.
Spring hasn't quite shrugged off the shadows of winter. I can feel if for my white cotton sleeves don't quite keep out the wind. The sun is shining a little too brightly. Only two or three people are out in the street and the usual rush of cars is gone. Its eerie, the silence, with the fear of bombings making most people stay near their bomb shelters. I miss the liveliness of the Maine Street; people shopping and little kids running around. I stuff the grocery bags in my backpack and hang the it from the handlebars of my mother's old rusted bike.
The pedals squeak softly as they go round. The town passes by in smooth blur. Shops, mail boxes, parking meters and colors all melting into one.
A grass on sandy beach behind a crooked white picket fence to the left side of the sidewalk and a empty road and field to the other. Crashing waves mull with the sound of seagull calls. The wind rushing past. It's kind of relaxing in an odd sort of way.
Less that a block till home. I close my eyes as I round the corner taking in the refreshing salty ocean air. Letting all my other sences take over; I speed up wind rushing past my face.

"HEY WATCH OUT!" But it's too late. I fly forward about ten feet landing on the front lawn landing on my back. The guy I ran into is lying on the ground cradling his head in his hands.
"Oh, no."
Running forward I jutt over the fence. As I gently roll him over I can see small streams of blood seeping through his fingers. Two gray eyes squint up at me. "I guess this would be a disadvantage of being bald," he whispers. I smile; well at least his sense of humor is still intact. I scoot his left hand out of the way and began pressing my sleeve onto the scrape. Dark red blood clouds the white cotton.
I press down harder trying to stop the bleeding. After a few moments it begins to slow. "Thank God," I whisper. "I'm going to get help. I'll be back soon." He nods in reply.
I stand up to go; before I'm even off my knees something worse happens

The sirens start going off.

Yep cliffie lucky for you I already have the next chapter written and am working on the one after that XP.

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