A/N: This is a Taang fic seen through Toph's eyes! This is my first Avatar story that I've published, my second that I've written, though the one in fifth grade doesn't count because that was hideous... Anyway, it's my first Taang fic ever, and I'm going to be writing a Toph/Teo fic here, too, as well as a Katara/Sokka sibling relationship one! I hope you enjoy it! Review, please!

We Ran

Aang and I…we ran.

We'd both run away from everything that was us, that made us. And we didn't care.

Destiny had tried to force us down, contort us into something we'd thought we had no control over. However, we, along with destiny, it seems, were dead wrong.

What the old spirit didn't realize was, we were not as obedient as designed to be. I myself was a secret rebel, but a rebel nonetheless. Now, Aang…well, he was so far from the 'rebel' end of the balance, the 'wimp' side could have thrown me clear across the ocean!

Yes, he was quite the 'Twinkle Toes', indeed. Even after finding out about being the Avatar, he never wanted to disappoint or worry anyone, and thus, tried to go on acting like everything was fine, as least…for the most part.

That was when he overheard the meeting, during which it was decided that Aang would be ripped from the custody of Monk Gyatso and sent to the Northern Air Temple to live, where he would get 'proper' training from more efficient, young airbenders. Now that's where the rebelling all started.

Aang began to become distant from the rest of his 'family', his home; his only companion was Appa, and he'd only steal away to visit him during the early morning hours, when not even the loudest whistle could wake any resident of the temple. Finally, he'd resolved to do the only thing he thought was right: he ran.

For me, it was…frightening, at first, to think that my parents had no idea who they were really dealing with when they took my supposed 'frail' hand, how they were only seeing my mask, and not my face. Most certainly not my heart.

Then, after awhile, I found that my life had always been a mask. I was born blind, and thus, had never seen colors; I was forced to wear a disguise around my parents because I knew they wouldn't understand the real me; I had been kept a secret from the outside world, and, therefore, was barred from everything it entailed.

I had never wanted the many masks I'd had to wear, and I did the only logical thing that sprang to mind when a rag tag group of kids, consisting of the Avatar and his two Water Tribe sibling companions, came along: I ran.

It's almost bone chilling to really see how similar our pasts are. I never thought I could have so much in common with another human. After all, the Badger Moles had taught me earthbending; I'd just been humoring Xin Fu.

But, when I piece everything together…I know that's the spirit's way of telling us that we need each other; all of us, yes, but more specifically, Aang and I.

The opposite elements, heck, all four elements, need each other to survive, and as much as Lightning Fingers and her Father dismiss it, I know it's true.

Earth and Air…my element couldn't survive without his, just as his would cease to exist without mine. Earth is course, while it can smooth, and air is the same; no matter how you look at it, the Avatar and I are one. Though I'd realized that long ago…

Because destiny wished to change us, we changed destiny.

We ran.

A/N: It's short, yeah, but my friend thought it was good, and I'd been wanting to write a Taang fic for a little while, so...here it is. I hope you liked it, and please review!