Disclaimer: I don't own Avatar.
A/N: I miss writing terribly. I really do. And I finally found time today, so here it goes. I'm still not updating Young Luv though. I just can't. Maybe I'll write an epiogue, someday. But I've just lost faith in myself as an author. I love writing, I do. But I don't think other people like it. If someone can come up to me and just say they love my writing, I would give them my entire world! That's all I need.
OKAY! This has NO relationships. It's all friendship! I though love would detract from the whole idea. And anyway, love isn't what I think makes Avatar so brilliant.
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It's been forever! Where is he? Spirits, I knew I shouldn't have come. It's too risky. Way too risky!
The wind rapped through the Great Earthbender's hair, singing a tune in hopes to calm the no longer teen down. But it did no such thing. All it did was increase her anxiety, all the frayed nerves in the petite body tingling with both excitement and fear. Fear of everything.
He'll come. He'll come. Just a few more minutes. He'll come.
It's been years since she'd felt those light hearted toes of his. Years since she'd felt his glow and warmth of friendship. All because Azula took Ozai's place. The Fire Nation, no longer a feared Nation but a horrible, crazy, demented Empire. Growing bigger and spreading its diseases in every horrid corner of the world. No one was safe. Not even him. The Avatar.
The Avatar. My best friend. My close brother. Where are you Aang?
But she felt no vibrations of his. The street, abandoned with the village it was in, was still as annoyingly empty as it was hours ago when she first came. She couldn't help it. She simply couldn't wait. Not anymore. Whoosh, step, whoosh, crunch, whoosh. Wind, her shoes clattering over dried up leaves, wind again. She'd taken into wearing shoes in the colder seasons. Seeing at how it was mid-fall, her toes needing the most protection, Katara gave her special shoes in which she could see as clearly as barefoot.
Katara. She'd want to seem him too. I bet he wouldn't know that Sokka…
No one knew. The strong warrior had died, a year back. But the bravery through which he died had not been showcased. The mere fact that the man had departed from the world had been kept from everyone. Everyone except for Katara and herself. That memory brought a cringe through her heart. She'd loved Sokka. Brotherly, of course, but love all the same. Katara hadn't spoken for a month after that incident. They fled after his death. It was the worst months of her life. Though the travelling made a great excuse for no talk.
"Bandit?" It was her codename. They had made it together. Back when things were beginning to fall apart.
"Arrow?"
"Toph!" He ran and squeezed her tight.
"Aang." She sighed and sqeezed harder. Tears flew freely off her pale, frozen skin. "You're back."
"You've grown." He whispered as he took a look at her taller figure.
"So I've been told."
Nothing else had been said. Unspoken words flew through their minds, flying carefree.
I've missed you. We all did.