A/N: I - and I say this very seriously - didn't expect to get so many reviews for this story. Seriously. I thought that this story would end up in my scrap pile. Anyways, thank you for reviewing because I know that, deep down, you all just love seeing Aang and Katara fighting. Seriously.
Chapter Two
"Leave her alone; haven't you caused enough damage?" Sokka said to Aang as he pushed Aang aside. The bushel of iced water on Aang's head immediately showered off his head in a splash. Aang sniffed so loudly, he startled Momo.
"What were you fighting about anyways?" Sokka asked Aang curiously. Aang slowly looked up at Sokka.
"You better sit down, this is going to take a while," said Aang, flinging himself by the remains of last night's fire. Sokka sat down; Appa snorted loudly behind them.
"What happened?" Sokka prompted.
"You see, it all started when..." Aang began, he faltered for a second. "It all started - "
"Aang?" said Sokka. "Aang!"
Aang had stopped speaking by now, Sokka knew why. His Avatar State was being triggered. The air began to swirl around him, Aang's eyes and tattoos grew bright. Appa grunted indignantly and shuffled back, out of Aang's emotional rage.
"Aang! AANG!" Sokka yelled. Sokka didn't know what to do; should he let Aang just burn himself out? Or call for help, as in Katara? Aang was now ripping trees up from their roots and blowing the river water about. Sokka pinned himself against Appa as a tree blew past them, knocking another back in the process. Would Katara even come if he screamed? Did she see Aang, where ever she was?
Sokka went with his gut instinct and was going to let Aang burn himself out. As he watched Aang slowly fall back to the ground and on his knees, he couldn't help but wonder; exactly what did Aang and Katara fight about? What could make Aang so emotional to trigger his Avatar State?
As Sokka approached Aang, he realized that Aang was crying. Sokka felt indecent, as if he were watching something forbidden. Sokka felt guilty as Aang reached out and held onto him, but then, Sokka was never the best when it came to comforting anyone.
Katara was lost. She couldn't understand what precisely happened. Why did she always fail when it came to men or boys? She was flashed back to Jet, what seemed to be a perfect boy turned out anything but. Katara stumbled blindly until she came to the bank of the river. She peeled off her dress down to her swimming things and slid into the water. As the sun began to set around the trees and shrubs, Katara wondered if she would ever understand Aang. Is it enough to love, Katara thought, as the water reached up to her cheek bones, and her thoughts drifted back and forth to Aang's shocked face.
A/N: Next chapter, old 'friends' show. Maybe, its just in the works (maybe).