Chapter 2-Part 1: "Bokura wa sukoshi dake obieteita"
(Author's Note: This is a lyric from Utada Hikaru's song "Passion." She happens to have one of the most amazing voices ever. Ten points if you can translate it!)
He lied there now for some time trying to recall the events of last night in the back of his mind.
Good night Aang.
Had he really held her hand? Now looking at his right hand he could do nothing but stare aimlessly, as if it held some clue to this mystery. Her hand had been in his, he had been ready to finally say how he felt, and then it was the cave all over again. Way to go Aang! He let out a long sigh and stood up. Today was the day, the day they had been planning for the last few weeks. He looked down at his headband and smiled.
Aang everyone's watching.
He couldn't help but think of Katara's face. The hint of pink her cheeks had filled with during the dance. Aang rubbed his cheek and smiled. It felt warm now, like it had after Katara had kissed him. Aang closed his eyes again and took another breath, that could be the last kiss you ever get from her, he thought. Three words, three simple, easy words that when strung together formed a complete thought as to his emotions when it concerned her. Oh sure, he can be confident in fighting the Fire Lord, but when it came to telling the one person that he loved her-ha! Still, she lingered for a reason last night. Had she been crying because she knew it might be the last time he saw her.
He saw the smoke coming off the small ledge, they must be awake. Sokka is probably going over the maps, and Toph-well who knows what she is doing. Katara, he let his mind linger on her for a little bit and then tossed his headband to the side. No more hiding today. The world would know the Avatar was alive, and she would know that his heart was hers, always.
Katara stared into the water that was boiling over the fire. She should have done something last night, anything. Why did she let his hand go? She looked at her left hand now, like a baby first discovering its hand. With a heavy sigh she bended some water into the cup of tea for her brother, and stood up. Katara looked around, where was Aang? They had been awake for nearly an hour and a half. Hopefully he didn't sleep in; he had been pretty stressed about this day. "Here," she said, handing her brother the tea cup.
Sokka took the cup of tea, "Thank you." He studied the maps more diligently now than ever. Today was the day his plan was going to be put into action, and it was selfish she knew but she worried about Aang. This could be their last morning together.
It's just you and me.
The thought of him at the dance made her smile. Perhaps she should go look for him and tell him now how she felt. Explain everything that had been building inside of her for sometime. No, not today. Aang needed to focus today; he didn't need to be sidetracked by her. As she walked back to the water on the fire, Aang came up the hill more cheerful than ever.
"Good morning everybody!" Aang said, full of energy and ready to take on that mean old Fire Lord. As he went into a boxing stance with Momo, Katara just smiled. Perhaps it was because Momo was now dancing triumphantly upon Aang (who knew agility could beat the Avatar?) or perhaps it was because something had changed between them now. She was going to tell him today, if it was the last thing either of them ever did.
