Sokka's Best Unlucky Day

Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Avatar the Last Airbender or its characters. But I am glad it was made.

This story is a modern take on my older one-shot story, Sokka Magic Fingers. Be aware I watched way too much anime before thinking this one up so there is anime influence in this story. Mostly titles and some culture jokes. Every one is in high school.

CH 1: Beware the Hands of Man. "I hate bets!"

Running, Running, and more running. That was Sokka's current activity. Diving from Room to room, sprinting down hallways and ducking into corners. He had to escape, had to make sure his pursuers did not catch him. He didn't want to think about what would happen if he were captured. Seeing a set of double doors in front of him and hearing the cries of his pursuers an idea came to him.

The 5 predators chased after their target with a drive like no other. They saw the dark-skinned teen all but burst through the doors at the end of the hallway and heard the doors slam shut. One of the 5 cursed and all sped up their pace, not wanting to lose sight of the objective.

The lead pursuer pushed open both doors causing a loud crash of metal on stone as they flew open hitting the walls. The small group made a half circle formation around the doorway. They all scanned the area: hallway to the left 'nothing', another set of double doors leading to the outside in front 'nothing', and a set of stairs going up blocked off with a 'wet paint' sign hanging on a tall scaffolding 'nothing'. Target lost.

"Where did he go?" questioned pursuer one out loud.

"How can…'hwa'…he run so much?" panted pursuer two. "We have been after him for like 20 minutes nonstop."

"We have to get him, need to get him otherwise…" Pursuer three stated in a desperate tone.

"We WILL get him even if we have to tie his hands and feet together." Declared the fourth member of the group with confidence.

"There will be no point if we tie his hands up!" cried the apparent lead pursuer. Turning to face the group the leader spoke with authority, "Girls we will capture Hyouzen Sokka!"

The small group of young females nodded in conformation.

"And when we do…" The leader voice was soft and euphoric a light pink graced her face while her hands wrapped around herself. "We will get another taste of his skills."

The rest of the girls were in similar state, eyes semi-lost in a daze like re-remembering a pleasant dream.

"Lets go!" The teens cried with renewed vitality. They all but blasted through the doors leading to the outside and once again resumed the hunt for the pony-tailed teen.

As the doors closed a small shadow peeked from atop of the painters scaffolding. Seeing no one around a loud sign echoed in the hallway. Sokka lay on top of the scaffolding trying to catch his breath. This was just plain crazy to him.

"That's the last time Haru makes a bet and I become the wager." Sokka growled in annoyance.

-Flashback Bending Slice—

It started as a simple mistake. Someone double booked the gym, both the boy's basketball club and the girl's cheer club were supposed to have the floor for the next two nights. There was a competition for both the guys and girls coming up in a couple weeks and neither wanted to give up the space.

The ever peacemakers of both sides Aang and Katara thought up the idea of playing 3 way 'HORSE' for the floor. The boys agree and the girls approved.

It was all going so well to, until halfway in Haru suggested they raise the stakes a little. Sokka already had a bad feeling, him and bets never seemed to see eye-to-eye.

"What are the stakes?" asked Tylee spinning the ball on the tip of her shoe.

"Hmm…losers are servants for a week." Haru stated looking around at the group.

When did he become the spokesman for the guys anyway?

"Simple, enticing, and humiliating all at the same time." Suki said crossing her arms. "I think we can agree to that. Ladies?" the grins and nods gave her the answer.

"Sweet now we can really get motivated to win this this!" Jet said feeling himself get pumped up.

One hour later most of the guys lay distort on the court floor while the girls cheered and celebrated.

-Flashback Pause—

Sokka sat up straight on the scaffolding. It was a hellish week to remember for the guys B-ball club; from cleaning the locker room, washing the uniforms, running errands, even escort/chauffeuring. In short the guys were having a miserable time. However Sokka remembered that it was the second day that his troubles truly began.

-Back to the Flashback—

The Cheer squad just finished their workout and ordered their servants to clean the courts. As Sokka grabbed a broom he noticed Tylee rubbing her left shoulder with a pained expression on her face.

"Over did the shoulder?" he asked.

"Yeah, kinda went to far with the back flips." She said semi-cheerily.

Once again Helpful-Haru had to chime in. "Why don't you help her out with that Sokka-san."

"Huh?"x2 came their reply.

"What you helped me out when my arm spased out midgame last time remember?" Haru reminded, "I am sure you can help her."

Tylee gained a new sparkle in her eyes. "So cutie-kun can give massages?" She said shyly inching her way closer to the blue loving teen. No one seemed to notice the other dark skinned teen twitch at the last word.

Sokka leaned back trying to get some space between him and the physically 'gifted' cheerleader. Settle down hormones settle down.

"Well…" Sokka said scratching the back of his head. "I…"

"is terrible at them!" interrupted Katara hastily. She marched over to the two and stood between them as if shielding Sokka for protection…or more like guarding territory.

"You really don't want a massage from my brother Ty-chan." The younger sibling stated flatly.

"Why?" curious was Tylee.

"He…he is really bad at them. You would be lucky if you didn't come out feeling worse then you are now." Katara seemed to rush through her explanation as if she just thought it up.

She continued. "Really those hands of his should be considered dangerous weapons because of how he makes you feel afterwards."

"Hey!" Sokka cried hoping to defend himself. "I thought you liked my massage last time! You didn't complain like this." The small audience of teens around the siblings and Tylee were beginning to enjoy the new entertainment and took seats for the next act.

"wel-Well how could I not feel that way." Katara countered turning her back to her brother and placing her fists on her hips. This was her classic 'I am right so listen' stance.

However her following remarks and gestures caused more than a few eyebrows to travel skyward among the crowd.

"With how you did my shoulders…" her tone was as resilient as ever as she slowly shrugged her shoulder one at a time feeling the rotation of every muscle and bone.

"And the pressure on the knots in my back as you went down…" her arms slowly went from her hips to cross her chest hugging her sides.

"Not to mention how you twisted my legs…" her tone was much softer and her whole body quivered for a nano-second. Was it getting hotter in here?

"And the feet…oh the feet...you…feet." Katara couldn't finish her statement as her eyes dazed over and a small amount of drool escaped her lips.

The spectators were in shock. Some of the boys had blood dripping from their noses and others were having trouble standing up straight. The girls weren't fairing much better, many were blushing bright red while others seemed to be lost in daydream of their own.

Sokka is many things, unfortunately oblivious and prideful are two of them. With Katara's back to him he never noticed her facial expressions when she spoke nor did he register the way she spoke almost dizzily. Sadly all he took in was that his own sister verbally assaulted his massaging skills. He was not going to let this stand, who was she to denounce his abilities like that. While completely ignorant to the small audience, he marched past his zoned out sibling and to the bewildered Tylee. He took her hand without stopping and all but dragged her away.

"Well how bout we let Ty decide then!" Sokka challenged as he pulled the surprised girl's arm along. "Com'on Ty, I will show Katara. Number 7 will work for the shoulders and I will use Number 11 for the back just in case too."

"Number?" a confused Tylee repeated following the taller teen.

Katara snapped back to reality after hearing 'number 7'. "Huh…what?" she said alarmed. "Wait Number 7 and Number 11 but…" her words never reached Sokka as he disappeared with Tylee into the girls locker room.

She was left there, her hand extending towards the closing locker room door right before it slammed shut. The echo of the door pierced the otherwise quite gym.

"bu…but I like Number 11…" Katara pouted in a small voice. Anger suddenly overtook her and she stumped her foot and threw her fists to the ground like a spoiled child whose treat was taken from her. "BAKA-SOKKA!"

Needless to say the spectators were beside themselves. Did they really just witness some weird tv drama like event? What was going to happen next? And why didn't anyone seem to care about poor Aang who had past out on the floor, complete with swirly eyes.

About an hour of moans, cries, shrills and other sounds of approval came from the locker room. Everyone that was still conscious pressed himself or herself to the door and against the wall. Katara already made her exit, stumping and mumbling all the way. The feminine sounds soon died down to nothing and all was quite. The group practically jumped from the front of the door. Not a moment later the door flew open revealing a confident looking Sokka with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Alright Katara lets ask Tylee what her thoughts of my skills are." Sokka confidently boasted.

There was silence for a few seconds. The crowd could only blink at the zealous teen.

Finally someone spoke up. "Aah dude, Katara left a while ago."

"What!" Sokka scanned the area and sure enough she was nowhere to be seen. "Why that little. My pride is at stake here and she just deuces out." He grumbled.

"Umm Sokka, what did you do to Tylee?" Jet questioned brining his friend's attention to the crowd.

"Huh. Oh I just gave her a massage that's all. Her back was tighter than I thought so I had to work slower on her." Oh the power of misconception, the guys currently holding their noses are a testament to that. Did he seriously just say that with a straight face?

"Now if you will excuse me, I have a detestable sister/critic to find."

He made his way to the exit mumbling something along the lines of, 'mumble…when I find her mumble…mumble.' Then he was gone. Just like that.

The students looked at the exit door as it closed, then at the door to the locker room, then back to the exit. 'What just happened?'

"Girls" Spoke Suki gaining the attention of everyone. "Locker-room NOW." She ordered.

The girls obeyed quickly and without question dashing into the locker-room. Haru was about to follow when a female hand stopped him in his tracks.

"GIRLS locker-room duh!" On-ji said sarcastically before slamming the door close.

"Hey are we just to sit here and wait!" Haru shouted.

The door flew open again with On-ji. "Finish cleaning then." And once again she disappeared behind the door leaving behind the now more annoyed guys.

Within the Locker-room the girls search for their head-cheerleader and 'victim' of Sokka. "Here she is." called one of the girls.

They found Tylee laying facedown on a table on top of a yoga matt. She was still fully clothed at least, but her face was in a pillow and her arms laid at her sides. She was completely motionless, was she even breathing? Suki made her way to the table and was about to shake her to make sure she was ok.

"DON'T TOUCH ME!" Suki jumped back from Tylee like a frighten cat. "Sorry…" Tylee apologized in a calm softer voice. "just…just let me stay like this for a little while more please."

Suki finally recovered from her shock, but was still in disbelief. Tylee, the forever bubbly, energetic, 24/7 sugar-rush girl was laying on a table completely immobile and speaking in such a serene soft tone. The girls blinked at the static girl on the table they couldn't believe it either.

"Tylee-senpai?" On-ji spoke up.

"Yes On-ji chan." came the slow, calm tranquil reply from the girl on the yoga matt.

On-ji shook herself out of her stupor. "What happened with Hyouzen-san?"

Just hearing the name made Ty shiver. She slowly turned her head to the girls revealing dazed over half awake eyes and the smallest dreamy smile they had ever seen. "Katara was right," She answered confusing the group even more.

"He is bad at massages?" Suki asked perplexed.

"Not even close."

"Then what Ty?"

"Those hands of his ARE dangerous weapons…hehe."

"What do you mean?"

Tylee took a long deep breath and rose to a sitting position. She shivered with a smile from every movement of her back and arms. "What I mean ladies is that Sokka-kun has a new job for the rest of the week and more."

-Flashback end (damn is it hot in here.)—

A/N:

Looks like Sokka is in for it alright. The first chap of my latest Avatar story is complete. I have 5 chap plan for this short story so look forward to it.

I beg forgiveness for my poor grammar skills. I just like writing my imagination, and it has a really bad grade in English.

Leave a comment if you want but please none about my grammar. I know, (sniff) I try my best.

So until next time Later.