My very first reviewer suggested that I continue this, so naturally I did!
This is the regular universe it just has some modern ideas built into this. Like condoms, therapists and the like.
Now enjoy and please review!
We Should Have Said It Was a War (Continued)
"Do you think we should tell him?"
"He's certainly going to find out soon! His friends talk about it, Suki's pregnant with some guy's –hopefully Sokka's- child! He WILL ask questions soon Aang!"
"But he's still not over the condom incident! I can hear him crying at night!"
Katara and Aang were having an argument as they usually did over the right course of action to take with their son.
He, Trong, was still in a delicate state after his curiosity led his parents down Memory Lane and him to corrupted young. Though it was months ago he constantly checked his parents' drawers for condoms and wouldn't let them sleep with the door closed.
Trong had no idea what condoms were used for but he knew condoms equal naked parents, which equals something bad. Even though all twelve of his therapists and physiatrists told him it was a normal part of human life he was still terrified. A rubber thing? A part of normal human life? Hello, if it isn't natural like dirt and worms it isn't natural! Don't make him sob uncontrollably in fear and shock! That's impossible.
"Honey time to let it all out!" Katara called to Trong, letting him know that it was time for therapy.
"Ok m-mom." Trong had also developed a stutter. All in all curiosity had in fact butchered the cat, fried it on a grill and eaten it, then thrown the bones all over its owner's yard.
"Mr. and Mrs. Avatar-Savior of the world? Could I have a moment with you? This won't take too long." Katara and Aang looked as though the world had come knocking on the door saying, "Hi could you two drop your lives and save the world again?" Thus, their faces were full of the fear and dread a delinquent faces when called to the principal's office.
"Please take a seat." The therapist pointed to several uncomfortable, wooden chairs.
"What happened to the red couches all therapists have?" He, the therapist looked at them oddly.
"Well it makes us look silly. Besides the tears we put up with every day makes them water logged." Aang and Katara shared a shocked look before reluctantly sitting in their respective seats. The therapist's nametag on his desk said Mr. Therapist.
Mr. T turned towards them in his swivel chair. He laced his fingers together and a look of sagacious calmness settled upon his face. With his bifocals and old man appearance, he was the stereotypical therapist. Then you looked at his Mohawk thingy and realized he talked like a therapist but was one odd looking duck.
"Now Aang, can I call you that?" He waited for a millisecond before saying, "Aang, your child does not seem to be making progress what could possibly be the prob-
"OK! I admit it! Gyatso hit me! Why must we bring up the past?" Aang screamed before sobbing into Katara's lap. "Why? It was so long ago! 119 years ago! Don't make me hurt again!"
Mr. T's eyebrows shot up. Katara shrugged slightly and mouthed 'I don't know.'
"Mr. Avatar-Savior of the Universe what seems to be troubling you," Mr. T asked, in an attempt to calm Aang down.
"He was abused and ignored by the other children while he was young," Katara explained, "That and he didn't have a father or mother, or a stable environment."
"Mhhmmm," Aang mumbled in agreement. Who knew being the Avatar was so physiologically harming?
"And why might I ask?"
"Because- Because I'm the avatar! Don't look surprised! Most people are! After all they see people flying on a giant bison with bright, blue arrows on their bodies all the time!" Mr. T stared at him as if to say, "um aduh your name proved it."
"I am the Avatar! Aren't you shocked?"
"I am aware of that Aang." Mr. T began to take down notes.
"How does this affect your life?" he asked pleasantly. After all, even if he wasn't being paid for Trong's therapy he was getting paid for Aang's.
"Well people expect so much of me! I'm captured and tortured all the time, people hate me or stalk-love me to the point of marriage!" Katara gave a guilty smile.
"Katara was only the third stalker I had." He looked at Katara with love in his eyes despite his teary state.
"And you were my first, my very first time." They rubbed noses in a playful way and flirted. Mr. T's eyes grew wide and he scribbled notes down more quickly. They read as 'Father has mental issues. They need to be further looked into. Mother is quite loving and seems to have a history of stalking. Their child will not grow up to be normal, in such an environment."
"Excuse me but we are here to talk about Trong's treatmen-
"Alright I admit it! It made me angry to have the other children ignore me. Those flying pies were me! I did it! I admit it! They deserved to be hit over and over after they ignored me and isolated me like that," He shouted the confession. His breathing remained heavy until he began to smile.
"Wow it felt...great to get that off my chest. I feel so free and light!"
"Really and how does that make you feel?" Mr. T. asked politely. If he finished Aang's releasing of past angst, he could get to the real issue. Besides Trong was still sitting outside on the sidewalk and it was getting a little late.
"Well it makes me feel light and free."
"Ah of course." Mr. T. took more notes, which were actually stick-figures clad in grass skirts attacking a bear-pig. His job was boring; he needed to do something relatively interesting.
Aang continued to ramble about his past and how much it sucked for the rest of Trong's appointment.
"Well Mr. Avatar-Savior of the World we are out of time. We were supposed to discuss Trong but we appear to have gotten far in healing YOUR mental wounds. We can meet again at the same time next week? Trong can have the appointment after." Aang smiled happily in a creep sort of way.
"Of course! I'll see you then." Aang shook his hand, and shook it, and shook it. He shook it for about a minute before he took Mr.T in a giant bear hug and screamed, "THANK YOU, YOU WONDERFUL MAN!"
He walked out of the room with Katara to find Trong shaking in a chair.
"Baby, what's wrong," Katara asked. She was concerned about her child and if he had finally snapped.
"You left me alone," Trong wailed as he threw himself at Katara, "don't leave me!" He wrapped his arms around Katara's legs.
"Oh boy." Katara and Aang had twin looks of shock and fear on their faces.
"Honey, let go of mommy's legs." Aang said. Finally, he was back to normal and pretending to be a normal man for his child's sakes. Maybe the therapy session had worked.
"NO!" They had a difficult walk home.
A little slower than the other chapters but I'll get into funnier things soon.
For example; cooties, girls, where babies come from, why adults enjoy the process of creating babies, birth, and other classical things you must tell children.
Please review!
-TMA
P.S If you read AQA then read this. The next chapter will be up soon for all of you. I'm sorry for the wait.
