AN: Sorry I'm a bit late with the first day prompt, but I was out of the country and just arrived late last night, so I was too tired to post anything. The second prompt will be posted tonight to make up for my lateness.

This collection of seven oneshots is in celebration of Kataang Week 3013.

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender or the Legend of Korra.

Day One: Hands

The war was finally over and Aang got the girl, a fact to which he was amazed at himself. He was even taking a stroll with her through the marketplace of Ba Sing Se a few days after the great celebration that the Earth King had thrown together for them and the grand idea they called the Harmony Restoration Movement.

But for some odd reason, he couldn't bring himself to hold Katara's hand. He figured that maybe it was all due to first relationship nervousness, but there was no exact reason. It was like as soon as they got together, the awkwardness and the unsettling feeling of that tingling sensation whenever the person you liked touched you only escalated.

After the Hundred Year War finally ended, the Avatar thought that in general, doing things would eventually turn out to be easier. He believed that life would return to the simpler days where people and villages, even the sprawling cities, would run on a slower, more sedate pace. A world where people did not break out into sprints in the middle of secluded forest areas, where landslides were natural instead of catapult instigated, and where chases were almost nonexistent.

However, the chase still resided. The only difference was that the definition and contest if the word morphed into an entity less life-threatening and all the more heart-attack-inducing. You know, the kind of heart attack that made your stomach flip in odd circles like it was performing a circus dance on a tightrope, when the girl of your dreams gazed at you with those deep blues, you would have no idea what you were even talking about in the first place, you would be rendered speechless, and you would begin stuttering about nervously when she would inquire as to your health, but you would be clueless what she meant really…

Kind of like at that very moment.

"Aang," Katara said urgently, "You're staring at me. Is there something wrong?" The fifteen-year-old started twirling the wavy chestnut brown strands of her thick hair around her fingers. Her head tilted to the side and the pink petals of the flower piece that was pinned to her locks peeked out from just behind her. The light blue hues of her new Water Tribe clothing complimented her skin perfectly, like gentle ocean waves splashing against rocks the color of soft mahogany at the base of an island cliff.

The airbender only blinked in confusion. "Huh?" he asked in a distracted daze.

The girl pointed to herself with a raised eyebrow and explained their situation yet again, to which she only received a response that consisted of nervous laughter.

After a second of silence at that, Aang rubbed the back of his bald head and finally replied, "Nothing. It's just…I never realized how beautiful you are."

In truth, he was not only staring at his gorgeous girlfriend—a notion he would ardently attest to— but he was cautiously seeking the gaggle of females that seemed to be particularly interested in the couple, not that many knew they were a couple yet.

Perhaps unfortunately, the citizens of the Earth Kingdom capital were just as chatty and prone to the lures of gossip as any other crowd in a large city, and it probably helped when the objects of their gossip were two very, very, important and famous people. Aang could practically feel the stares boring into his back and he knew right away that they were being judged and that their interactions, fashion choices from their hair (or lack thereof), to their shoes, were being heavily evaluated. He felt undoubtedly uncomfortable, but he knew that he would eventually have to get used to it. Things like being meticulously looked after came with his position, but he was not so sure how Katara felt about it.

Girls giggled in the background as they continued to walk. In another unfortunate turn of events, neither of them recognized the glowers they were also receiving from others of the female population.

"Does cheesiness run in the Air Nomad line?" Katara chuckled, seemingly unaware. The previous comment had made her let out a cheeky chortle, which only further embarrassed Aang. Luckily, the question was never answered. The Avatar was feeling downright self-conscious and a rush of red colored his face.

At that moment, a wooden cart also had interrupted their conversation when its wheels rammed into the chalky pavement mere inches away from their feet and at least a dozen cabbages were released into the air from its contents, flying in green streaks as fast and as menacing as cannonballs being launched from a high up fortress.

The distant cry of "My cabbages!" resounded and a distressed man dressed in Earth Kingdom attire who appeared to be caught somewhere in between being middle-aged and the beginnings of senior citizenry, made an abrupt appearance. His rough and calloused hands gripped the sides of his turban in frustration and there were literal tears in his eyes.

One had to bear in mind that this spectacular and melodramatic spectacle was all for the sake of his "deceased" merchandise.

Exasperated, Aang and Katara both sighed when they realized just who the man was. After all, they and their friends had encountered him numerous times before on their journeys. Plus it did not help the predicament when the merchant constantly seemed to glare at them whenever one was within the vicinity of at least a meter. He even shot them a vicious accusatory glance that screamed, "You're the culprits so you better run if you want to live."

The irate cabbage merchant raised a fist in anger and, much to the astonishment of the gathering crowd of people that had begun to form in a loose oval around the small group in the midst of Ba Sing Se's Middle Ring marketplace; he released a rather loud and ominous growl.

The duo started to scoot nearer to one another, blinking in anticipation as adrenaline began to instinctively pump through their systems. The master waterbender placed a hand near the dark yellow collar of her companion's robes and put on her sweetest, most convincingly endearing smile.

"Would you like some help sir?" Katara suggested kindly.

Her help was dutifully ignored and the man only narrowed his eyes.

Just then, Aang's gray eyes discreetly landed on the convenient rock that sat just at the bottom of one of the cart's wheels. The earth around the seemingly unnoticeable rise in the ground was lifted just so that the grains of dust looked like they just barely followed the upward pattern. In other words, the tiny formation was unnatural and probably should not have been there in the first place.

Without further pause, Aang said, "Someone here is an earthbender."

"Well that could be anyone! Including you, Mr. Avatar," the old man blurted out heatedly.

The Avatar in question put up his hands in order to placate him. "I'm only saying that I think someone earthbended the ground around your cart so that it would react that way," and he pointed to the rock at the wheels, "I thought I felt a tiny rumble."

"WHAT?! That's ridiculous! If anyone here is guilty of destroying my cabbages, it's you! In almost every city that I go to and every town that you happen to be in, my cabbages go up!"

Instead of arguing, Aang let his gaze follow the slight trail that he was sure the earthbending had left behind as a clue and lifted his eyes just in time to see one of the girls in the conglomeration let out a tiny squeak, her feet bare and dusty in the characteristic fashion of many native earthbenders, her black hair tied messily into a ponytail, and then she turned rapidly, pushing others away and tried to make her way into one of the back alleys.

A commotion started up and Aang was tempted to run after her as the elderly man barely even noticed anything and kept his angry stare on him. Though, it was Katara who acted first. Quick as a lemur chasing runaway food, she waterbended a water whip from her animal skin pouch attached to her hip and deftly controlled it so that it swam around the bystanders and caught the girl around the waist, causing her to stumble. She was dragged steadily and skillfully back towards the couple and the merchant.

When the girl finally was standing before them, water still clinging to her middle in assurance that she wouldn't try to bolt again, Katara questioned, "You're the one, right?"

The earthbender nodded.

"You should apologize. This man just lost a lot of his sales products."

For a moment, the real culprit appeared like she was really going to ask for forgiveness and for a second the eternally livid cabbage merchant looked at least a little more relaxed, but then there was a boom and a pointed boulder had risen out of the center of the wood cart, utterly destroying the device and its contents altogether. Leafy chucks blasted out and the girl went so far as the begin struggling at the water tugging her back, but her feet were still free.

In a last ditch effort, she earthbended dust into Katara's eyes, who was forced to release the water and it splashed onto the ground until it started to soak into the soil.

The strange girl had fully broken free but, instead of turning the other way, she started attempting to attack Katara, who luckily bended new water from a second pouch in order to defend herself. The Water Tribe master turned quickly, barely glancing at Aang who was still stunned.

"You don't deserve to be with Avatar Aang!" she bellowed and swiftly both the airbender and waterbender had deduced that she was quite the jealous fan-girl. More than jealous perhaps, maybe violent was the better word.

The Earth Kingdom female ran after Katara and the cabbage merchant had run after them as well, shouting colorful profanities and demands of some kind of apology thank you very much. Aang airbended a gust of wind in an attempt to trip the stranger, but it was evaded, albeit with some effort.

Accidentally knocking over a porcelain vase holding a moon lily in the shade of some store's counter, he practically flew near to Katara's side, his robes swishing almost gracefully. And then both of them were on the run from the vicious and envious fan-girl who was in turn on the run from an old man was had somehow go it into his head that he should start throwing bits of ruined cabbage at them.

No one even thought of bending any element, which was especially strange for the Avatar who lived and breathed the bending arts. It was a good chase through the market, surprised sellers yelping, and children laughing at the excitement. Aang could almost hear the horrified and indignant cries of the councilmen who strongly suggested that the Avatar act with utmost dignity in every situation.

They turned a corner and Aang grabbed Katara's hand, urging her to run with him and at his side.

Both huffed and the adrenaline rush only encouraged them to run faster and faster, shoes clanking unceremoniously against the cobblestone streets. Behind them, a table flipped over as the girl skidded around the same corner that they had just cleared and another unassuming customer yelled.

Beads of sweat began to roll down Aang's forehead and he gripped his partner's hand tighter as if it were a lifeline. He could hear her breathing heavily and he knew that her cheeks would be flushed with all the effort.

A bit of spoiled cabbage hit him in the back of his head, courtesy of the crazy old man, and it slid uncomfortably into the top portion of his shirt where he could feel it slip and slide against his skin, its leaves cold. He shivered and shouted, "Gross!"

Involuntarily, the master waterbender laughed and they turned into another, narrower, street, up nicely crafted steps, and into an alley covered in ragged bed sheets stories high that flapped on clotheslines and served as a makeshift roof. Seconds later, they came to a dead end.

Huffing, and still chuckling at the ridiculousness of it all, they didn't realize as their hands were then gripping each other tighter than ever before, their palms damp. They heard muffled yells not far behind and, in a quick decision, Aang grabbed Katara's other hand and said in the most serious voice he could muster, "I need you to trust me."

"I trust you," she replied resolutely, humor in her voice.

Then, he held her by the waist, still holding her other hand, and blasted air beneath them until they swirled out of sight and into the cloths about them, causing them to ruffle about. The fabrics hit them in the face as the air propelled them from the ground, but they made it past them, and soon Aang was kicking himself in his mind at his decision to leave his staff behind.

But he paid it no more heed and soon the couple was on the roof of someone's apartment home, breathless, and they glanced at each other, still holding hands, and Aang airbended another gust of wind and another, making it appear as if they were jumping from roof to roof until they reached the edge steps that led to the entrance to the Inner Ring.

They ran again, not bothering to notice that the shouts that had followed them only minutes previously were no longer sounding.

The couple dashed up the marble steps that led into a large garden near some noble's grand home and collapsed near a bush of roses, laughing hysterically.

Throughout the entire exchange, Aang and Katara never let go of each other's hands and Aang, who was still tentative about even trying to do it, was never afraid of taking Katara's fingers in his palms again.