Chapter I
The night was one of the most beautiful ever; faint pink clouds of coral and rich violet striped and dabbed through the starry sky. The whole world itself seemed to be in harmony and brighter than before. This was ironically true, for it was the night a week after Avatar Aang rid the world of the ruthless Fire Lord, or Phoenix King, Ozai, whose son, Prince Zuko, was named the new Fire Lord. Sparkling parades could be heard and seen in every town in the four nations- even the most stubborn enemies laughed and cheered together till this night. The news of what had happened had nearly spread to the corners of the world, where the northern and southern water tribes joined in the excitement. The fire nation reveled in their new freedom. The Earth Kingdom celebrated the return of their beloved land. All the world was right now.
"Aang, will you stop making out with Katara in the middle of the night? We can hear you from the end of the hall!" Toph's indignant bellow awoke Aang from his disturbed sleep and caused him to throw a mighty blast of wind radiating throughout the room.
Katara was beside him, as well as herself, as she sat up and retorted, "Toph, Aang was sleeping! So was I! We haven't kissed since two days ago!"
"Oh, I suppose all the moaning was done by Momo?" Toph's smug face could not be seen in the midnight darkness.
"What?" Aang almost yelled the word, "How do you know it's not Sokka and Suki? They seem more like the type, anyway."
"I know because they are standing outside your room right now! They complained, too." Aang felt his cheeks grow red in the darkness.
"Well, as you can see here," Katara said very pointedly, "We are not making out or… whatever you thought, so go back to bed before I water-bend your butts there.."
"Well," Socka's voice came drifting through the door, "we would, but we all want to find out who's wailing at night, so we're just going to stay here till morning."
"Wha-" Aang's outraged protest was cut off when Toph jumped straight on top of him and Katara and nestled between them, not bothering to get under the covers. It seemed that the three of them already planned this, because Aang glimpsed Sokka setting up a sleeping bag for himself and Suki. This was his and Katara's honeymoon, not an invasive sleepover
"Good night, sleepy-toes," Toph yawned, and, what began as a very awkward silence turned into a snoring-filled, peaceful night. Except for Aang and Katara, who lay awake there, in their two pressed-together beds. Technically, they weren't sleeping in the same bed, just in close proximity. This luxury was ruined by Toph, of course, and Sokka and even Suki, whom Aang thought would disapprove of this nonsense. Why didn't he get a house to himself like Zuko and Mai had? Katara would think him mature if he had… Did she?
Aang knew it was him doing the "moaning", partly because he had dreams about kissing Katara, but then, he had even more prominent dreams about the grief and destruction that had poisoned the world just days ago. And was it really gone? Aang's heart sank as he realized that he merely stripped Ozai of his power (there shall be no stripping in this fandom) and took his bending away. He went through much to get to where he was now, but was what he did sufficient? How much more did he have to do in this world? What would impede him during his reconstruction for peace? As he lay there, Ang thought his arrow would melt away on his head- he wanted to be anywhere but here. But eventually the seductive snoring proved too… seductive, and Aang fell asleep, moaning again.