Ok guys, might as well lay out some stuff. My " His Waterbender, Her Airbender" story is gonna take a serious hit, enough said. I don't know if it will continue much more than what is on my computer unedited, I'll try with enough reviews but my main focus will be on this story. As always, I am eager to read your comments be they simple "Good jobs" or "You're rushing" I really want to hear what you think.
Disclaimer: The Author does not own Avatar: the Last Airbender or any of it's assets. Infact, if Mike and Brian read this, I seriously wouldn't care if they used the plot in a series or something.
The Ages spin around and around. The Ages come as the Ages will, and by the time an Age reappears, it has already been forgotten. The Age of darkness has not been seen by the world for a very long time, but it approaches. The oceans will chop and the earth will shudder, the air will fall silent and fire will grow cold. Nothing will stand against the entity of pure anger. Nothing will stand against the entity of fear, an entity that has lived longer than all but two others...
Aang looked into her eyes, or more specifically, Katara's eyes. They looked different than normal. They were calm and content, no longer had the worry and fear of capture. Instead, they were pools of welcoming blue water.
As if they had coordinated it, the two hugged, followed by a kiss. Katara's soft lips against his own seemed perfect, as if his entire life had led up to this moment.
The kiss continued, not into a passionate one, but a loving one, one that communicated all the bottled up emotions that they had had since the beginning.
It seemed just like yesterday that Aang had awakened from the iceberg in Katara's arms. Looking back at their travels, Aang remembered their first kiss, at the Cave of Two Lovers, which was more of a hasty one to escape.
The second time, at the Invasion, was just as hasty, and almost said goodbye. Both of those were nothing compared to the one they shared now. This one was the purest form of love.
The two broke apart, not wanting it to end but preferring that Sokka didn't find out in such a way.
"I guess we should go back inside," said Aang, reaching out and putting his hand around Katara's. She blushed, but did not move to break his simple gesture.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want to make Sokka suspicious," said Katara, and they both laughed weakly heading back.
"And I don't have three feet!" Zuko said angrily, pointing at another of Sokka's mistakes.
Obviously, Toph's previous joke didn't last long and they were back at critiquing Sokka's masterpiece.
"Look at Momo," Uncle Iroh pointed at the small lemur, who had taken Sokka's paintbrush and began to paint a picture of what really happened.
Sadly, Momo's hands weren't quite big enough to hold the paint brush properly and the painting ended up looking like a sort of black smudge, only bigger. Everyone laughed again, and Sokka was saved for a few moments longer.
"Hey, look who's back," Iroh said as he eyed Aang and Katara's hands, winking at the blushing Avatar.
Aang quickly let his hand drop down to his side, where it was grabbed again by Katara, who gave a reassuring smile.
Sokka eyed their hands suspiciously, but thankfully said nothing. No doubt he was waiting till the happy moment was over, which was very un-Sokka like.
The rest of the day continued this way. Many more subjects were found to laugh about, from Zuko in the beginning of the war to the play at Ember Island, which had gotten much funnier in reflection. Suki laughed in remembrance and told everyone how Sokka thought the end was from the future and everyone laughed again at the expense of the water tribe warrior.
Even when it came to the awkward moment when the two actors for Katara and Zuko were in the cave, Aang and Katara could only laugh knowing that the play writers were horribly mistaken.
At the end of the day, the gaang, with new additions, went off to sleep in Iroh's Shop. He had cleared one of the rooms and they all slept on the floor.
The night air was extremely refreshing, so the windows were opened up to let in the meager moon light and perfect air. Aang couldn't resist bending it for a while before sleeping, blowing around dust and such in a little spectacle until someone got sand in their eyes, probably Sokka, and Aang was forced to stop.
The sun shone in through the opened windows the next morning, waking a refreshed waterbender. Katara sat up, looking around at the sleeping bags everywhere around her. She looked at Sokka. Check, she thought. Next her head went to Toph. Check, again. Lastly her head went to Aang, who was doing a similar check off. They both caught each others eyes and blushed.
"Good morning," Katara said softly, smiling at the still blushing Avatar. He smiled that goofy smile of his and Katara stifled a laugh.
She quietly then made her way to the kitchen, routinely preparing everything she would need to make breakfast.
"Katara, don't you think Iroh or someone will make breakfast?" Aang asked from the doorway, eying the pots and pans knowingly.
"He probably would, but he deserves a break. Besides, I don't mind, I like cooking," Katara shrugged, continuing to prepare various cooking instruments, "Would you mind getting someone and going to the market to get some more food? Iroh certainly didn't stock up for so many people."
"Sure," Aang said brightly. "Hmm, I think I'll take⦠you." He grinned and grabbed Katara's hand, leading her out the door.
"You know, I meant someone other than me, Aang," Katara sighed, only slightly annoyed at his choice in company.
"I know, but who would I wake up?" Aang asked slyly, "Sokka would kill me, Toph would kill me, Zuko would kill me, I think almost everyone would kill me if I tried to wake them up." He counted off everyone with his fingers on his free hand. Katara shrugged.
Once they made their way back to the shop, Katara began cooking. By this time however, Aang and Katara weren't the only ones up.
"Aang, I need your help," came the voice of Zuko, who was standing at the doorway Aang had been standing in a little while ago.
Aang looked up to Zuko, signaling that he had his full attention.
"I need you to help me find my mother."
