AN: I do not own any part of the Avatar: The Last Airbender universe except the crazy ideas I may write about for your viewing pleasure.
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When a 17 year old Aang returned home from a stressful day at work, meaning after he saved the world from an impending attack of lady bugs. What? There was no real work for super heroes and legends at the moment. The market had crashed with the death of Fire Lord Ozai. Sure, the Fire Nation had shut its doors to foreign interaction what so ever, but it would resume soon enough; he hoped.
Either way, when Aang returned home from his heroic squishin...I mean battle, he noticed that his home smelled of a little sweat and a little jasmine. He wondered vaguely what it was that could smell so good and so bizarre at the same time, he had no idea that Katara had heard of men becoming aroused at the smell of sweat and 'feminine' fragrances. It was of no surprise if one wonders what the effects are to particular anatomy that cannot be mentioned for the sake of the story's rating.
When he came into his room, that he just so happened to share with his lovely gal Katara, who had as we last knew officially become Kinky Katara because I said so, he was greeted by a sight that makes men world round twitch in anticipation and worry. Men worry that one day their throne will be overturned by women and yet the sight of a woman in leather, whip in hand, and a nice contraption of chains just screaming 'you're next!', ah how it does wonders to men.
Kinky Katara gave her Aang a nice smile, "Hello Aang." Such a sickly sweet voice! He worried about what this meant, and fretted thousands of possibilities until he finally came to the conclusion that he had misbehaved and deserved to be punished. The poor guy; already whipped though no pun intended.
With a meek attitude unusual for Aang he came up to the chains, clicked a few around his wrists, gave her a kiss on the mouth and asked for her to be nice.
Men around the world wondered why their hero had signed over his soul! Sokka was already being beaten around by Toph and Suki? Kinky. The Earth King was asking Bosco if needed any honey. The Dai Li were under the Lake in their personal chambers doing horrible unmentionables. And I saved the best for last. Zuko? What was our favorite emo of the story doing? Sleeping, perhaps in an ironic fashion, with the fishes.
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The next day when people asked why Aang was walking funny, or why Katara was walking as if she had just gotten a couple million yen, nobody received an exact answer. The answer to the two separate questions couldn't be related could they? If anybody asked why Bosco was walking funny and the Earth King was walking around with honey stains on his pants, well, nobody really wanted to know.
When Sokka came to the pub that evening to converse with the guys he didn't expect a limping Aang, a strutting Earth King, or a scared looking Bosco. For that matter, when chains came up in the conversation, he didn't expect for his friends eyes to sort of dull, or the Earth King to sort of just wink at him.
The sad thing Sokka might never understand, and this was something dear Suki had just grown to accept, was that to Sokka, there was no such thing as a ball and chain. It was a figment of your imagination. It didn't make him any less lovable, if anything Suki loved her little demented retard. Albeit, they fought so much more over things, and the scary thing was that he won sometimes.
The thing to learn from this is that women are a scary thing, guys. They have this uncanny ability to do so many things we cannot do. They can multi-task, or get the job done with great detail. They can set their minds to improve themselves, or even manipulate men to their liking.
Of course, there is balance to the universe. Matter and Energy are great ways of describing this balance. You can never destroy matter or energy, no matter who may swish them about in their form, they always exist in the same total amount between them. The relation may change numerically, but the overall relationship never changes.
The balance between men and women is much the same way. You need one to have the other. The other needs the one. Men need the motivation to get something done, and take their life into their own hands. Women need the security a man can provide. No matter how hard working a man can be on his own, he always finds himself with a woman who inspires him to keep going for those ideals that set the foundations of his manhood. No matter how independent a woman can become, she always finds her internal clock ticking, and wanting a child that a man can give her.
What does this mean for our gang? It means that Aang finds his motivation to deal with the cruelties of the world because his Katara whips him into shape, literally. It means that Katara finds her security in what she knows absolutely in the world is the fact that Aang is her man, literally branded. It explained his wincing as he sat down. It explains much more than this of course.
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Aang found himself strolling down a street a few days after the last, shall we say horrifying, event when he spotted his old pal Zuko. The two, being such close friends, swapped stories while pleasantly shooting fireballs at each other. When Aang had saved the day and had managed to keep the peace between all nations, Zuko had shown his true intentions and feelings toward Katara.
Needless to say, it hadn't gone over too well. He had left with scars somewhere else on his body: his butt. It wasn't anything quite as serious as the comet like burn on his face, rather it was a sentence that Katara had branded him with. See a pattern here?
This meat is not for sale. It needs to be cleaned first because it is riddled with diseases.
Zuko had not been able to get any after that at all. His friends laughed at him, and his wife couldn't help but smirk at the constant reminder. Mai of course only showed emotions in her smirks. It was a peculiar trait, but it had to be endearing to someone.
So the two were throwing fireballs when a lady comes a walking down the street, singing, "Stop fighting you bloody morons!" Of course this was Toph. She had matured (cough) a lot. However, this introduction just brought over more people to slowly create anarchy. At one point, the gaggle of watchers looked on in awe at the benders as Zuko and Aang had each other's back unknowingly.
They felt their sanity return when the two saw each other and commenced blasting each other again.
This was the scene Kinky Katara came to view. And it did not sit with her well. She gave a little whistle, and watched in glee as Aang stiffened and came to her side immediately. "Good boy," she said ruffling his hair, pulling on the chain she had wrapped around his neck. She whispered just loudly enough for Aang to hear, "come on boy. We're gonna have so much fun together."
The other guys just laughed and laughed until of course they were called over by their own women and pulled off by the chains around their necks. See a pattern here?
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AN: May 3rd, 2011: This chapter is a compilation of what originally was chapters 2, 3, and 4. What was chapter 5 will soon, after a brief edit, become chapter 3. Both the new chapters 2 and 3 will have different titles. Everything you see beyond that, for the time being, ignore. You have been duly warned.