Gakuen no Bender
By Danielle Franklin
Chapter 7: Pulse
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What can I say about my long, delayed absence? Absolutely nothing, I guess... First, I'd like to debunk the rumors about my disappearance...
No, I haven't been kidnapped by aliens, died, or married a vampire and become one of the living dead. But, it's is true that fanlistings have taken over my very existence. Well, that and Twilight Series... Who in their right mind could resist the charms of Edward Cullen? No one, I tell you, no one!
Before I feed you to my fanficition monster, I'm going to be a bitch and pimp my fanlisting collective. Visit! Or the fanficition genie won't grant your wishes. :0 LINK: blissforest[dotnet
Much Love,
Danie 33
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She picked at her chipped black nail polish, watching the wasted flecks of nail lacquer fall to the desktop below her. With an over haul of an exasperated sigh, Suki sunk even further down into the hard plastic of her desk chair, this time twisting the thick silver rings that decorated every one of her fingers. 'Holy phunkit thailand, this has to be the longest period of the day,' Suki thought, her gaze traveling to the head in front of her. She couldn't help but let out a small laugh; the guy's shock of untidy brown hair made him look as if he has just fallen out of a dumpster and stumbled to school. Without another thought, Suki jabbed the guy's head with her right index and middle fingers.
Startled by the sudden poke, the guy woke up in a terrible fright, almost falling out of his chair. "Huh – what?" He asked in a drowsy, hungover voice. Slowly turning to face his assailant, Sokka rubbed the red indents his book and desk has left on his face. "Hey, Loser, I need to talk to you after class." Suki whispered, her voice a dull hum in the noise of the classroom.
Sokka slowly rolled his eyes and nodded his head in response, his version of an acceptable response. This was normal, she thought. It was going to be okay, everything was falling into place. She could tell him, right? Would it make the slightest bit difference in their relationship? She hoped her current situation wouldn't drive him off, since it has been him who put her in this predicament anyway.
The hallowed tin sound of the bell rang, once again startling Sokka out of his exhausted sleep. Suki tried her best not to laugh at the pathetic sight, but ended up failing miserably. "So, what's up?" Sokka asked in a dull drone of a voice. Before Suki could get a word in edge-wise, a twiggy girl with long, pale hair draped herself over Sokka. "Hey baby," The girl breathed info Sokka's ear, her voice a loud moan.
"You smell like a whore," Was all Suki said, even though the very sight of them drove a steak right though her heart. And it was true, the girl did smell like a whore. In fact, if you had asked her which perfume she had used, she would tell you she had mixed Chanel No 5 with Fantasy by Britney, with just a splash of Goddess by Kimora Lee Simmons. It was a putrid, flower smell that was so sickly sweet that it burned Suki's eyes and made her want to puke.
"Get off me..." Sokka mumbled in embarrassment as he shrugged the girl off and pushed her away. "Oh, don't tell me you've forgotten about last night," The girl stated with faux-panic, her brow puckered in sadness while her lips curved upward in amusement. "Yue, go find some other lost soul to leech onto."
"Is that really the best you've got, fat whore?" Yue asked, her mouth forming a perfect "moue". Suki speculated that Yue must have practiced to achieve this level of Valley without even trying. Taking a deep breath and closing her eyes, Suki tried her best to stay calm.
"Bitch, you better back the hell off me before I yank those pretty little hoops outta' your ears." Suki spat, ready to drop her bag at any second, just in case she'd need to teach this girl a lesson. Yue threw her a look that screamed, "Yeah, right, Bitch. Just try," as she walked away, flicking her silvery hair in some form of preppy retort.
"What the hell is her problem?" Sokka asked with a disgusted grimace as he followed Suki. Suki remained silent on her part. Had Sokka really slept with Yue, that pretty coked-out model of a girl? She was that kind of girl, you know, the kind that had legs for miles and a delicious tan skin tone. Yue also happened to be a walking STD. Everyone knew it, even if they didn't acknowledge it out loud.
Oblivious to the fact that Sokka kept prattling on about something, Suki continued to walk towards the bus stop. Without a second's notice, Suki turned on her heel to face Sokka. "Did you fuck her?" She asked, her voice filled with question and sadness.
This sudden question stunned Sokka on his part. "Huh?" Was his intelligent response. "Did you fuck her?" Suki repeated, only this time her voice wavered. Tears. Holy crow, was she really going to fall to pieces over this?
"No. I don't wanna get crabs," Sokka said in a nonchalant way, slightly shuddering at the thought. Sokka response caused Suki to give a surprised laugh, one she stifled with her hand. "Eww!" Suki squealed, sticking her tongue out as she winced in disgust. After this, a moment of awkward silence passed between them.
"So..." Sokka started, digging his hands into his pocket as he inspected the concrete. Suki said nothing, only cocked her head to the side and watched Sokka with an amused smile. Was this what they had been reduced too? A few awkward words, and nothing more? "Sokka, -" As she began to speak, Sokka cut her off.
"I'm sorry. About that thing. You know, at the club last week..." His voice was low, and his cheeks burned. Sokka missed his girl.
"It's okay. Just as long as you don't fuck her." Suki said with a slight laugh as she wrapped her arm around Sokka's neck, bringing him into a headlock. "Guess what." She mumbled into his hair, breathing in the heady smell of his shampoo. "What?!" Sokka gasped as he tried to pry Suki's arms from around his neck.
Before he could loosen her hold, Suki let her arms drop, and then wrapped them around his back. "I'm pregnant."
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"Bella..." Katara mimicked Edward Cullen's velvety smooth voice as she read aloud to herself, "Kiss me!" She said again in the same mocking tone as before. What was it about this guy that made all of her friends swoon and go weak in the knees? If you where to ask her which Twilight guy she would choose to be with, she would have to say Jacob Black. "What a swoonable, yummy vampire!" Katara mocked, reading the thick book as she lay on her back, the book in question held a few inches above her face.
Holy crow, it was hot. It wasn't even noon yet, and the temperature has already peaked at 87 degrees. "Damn you, California-weather!" Katara cursed aloud in mock defeat as she plopped the book on top of her face.
"So, how's Jacob doing?" A voice asked from her doorway, the voice's owner in question let his eyes wander over Katara's body. "He is well, thank you. Still the same yummy Quileute werewolf he'll always be. Now shut up and get over here." Katara told the disembodied voice from under her voice.
At this, Aang leapt onto the bed, causing Katara's book to fly off of her face and land in a pile on the wooden floor below them. "Hey!" Katara shouted in protest as she scrambled to gather her fallen book, only to be stopped short as Aang wrapped his arms around her waist. Katara laughed at this as she tried to free herself from Aang's iron grasp.
"Would you still love me if I where a Vampire?" He asked in mock sadness, his face dropping. "Oh, don't be stupid. I could only love a werewolf." She teased, pulling him down for a kiss. When their lips met, a surge of electricity surged through Katara's body. Her whole body felt warm, delicious warmth pooling in the pit of her stomach, urging her to fulfill some heady need of desire.
Breaking their heated kiss, Aang reached over Katara and into his back pack, pulling out a furry Halloween mask. The mask was molded into that of a "typical" werewolf; complete with furry sideburns and snout, yet still retaining some human-like qualities. It was really quite gruesome and entertaining at the same time.
"What about now? Do I compete with Jacob Black?" Aang asked in a teasing growl, attempting to sound menacing. Katara got off the bed and threw her hand over her forehead in defeat, arching her back as she did so. "Oh, alas, we cannot be together! I am betrothed to a horrible, vile human!" She gave her voice the waify, drippy sound of a damsel in distress.
"Hark, it seems our love cannot be." The Aang-wolf said in noble defeat. "Go! GO back to the sewers from which you came!" She shouted in the same drippy voice. The Aang-wolf them threw his arms in the air and danced out of the room, earning shouts of wild laughter from the Damsel-Katara.
"Get back here, you horrible, vile human!" She called to the Aang-wolf. Aang reentered the room, approaching Katara. When he was but inches away from her, her yanked the mask off of his face and tossed it onto the floor, then heaved Katara and tossed her onto the bed.
"If you'd kiss the werewolf, would you kiss the human under the fur?" Aang asked with a wry smile, resting his cheek on hers. "It would really depend, would said human be in possession of Chinese food?" Katara asked as she ran her fingers over the length of Aang's back, garnering some trembles from her captor.
"I do believe, my good lady, that I do have some Chow Mein downstairs. Would thou thinkest me so bold if I were to ask thine to dine with me?" Aang mumbled, shuddering under Katara's gentle touch. "Oh, good sir, you are too bold. What would my betrothed say? He is a werewolf, after all..." She gave a laugh as she remember Aang's earlier antics.
"Well, my lady, I shall have to duel this suitor. He is too bold to think he can have my lady's hand." Aang mumbled, his words becoming increasingly incoherent as Katara continued to massage his back. "I'l be sure to give him the message." She whispered as she kisses his cheek, his forehead, his jaw.
"Katara?" A voice called from down stairs, causing the couple to panic leap out of Katara's bed. "Oh shit! Dad's home!" Katara panicked as she rushed to her bathroom, readjusting her wrinkled shirt after pulling a brush through her rumpled hair. "Dad?" She called through her slightly open door.
"Katara, I brought dinner. Pizza." Hakoda called back, "Why don't you invite Aang over?" He added. Katara's face burned as she slowly slipped out of her room, pulling Aang along with her. By the sound of the commotion downstairs, she could tell that her father was about to come up stairs. "Dad, could you throw a piece into the microwave for me?" She shouted, her voice wavering slightly as she pushed Aang down the stairs, pressing a finger to her lips, telling him to shut up.
"Sure thing, sweetie." Hakoda shouted back, opening the microwave and pressing the buttons to start it up.
As her father continued to rummage around in the Kitchen, Katara opened the front door and shoved Aang outside. "Just act like I called you to come over and study!" She whispered loudly, quietly closing the front door. Just as she was about to turn to enter the kitchen, the door bell rang, altering Hakoda to the guest.
"Katara, can you get the door?" He shouted from the kitchen again. "Sure, Dad." She replied dryly. Man, this facade was wearing on her. Sure, Hakoda knew they where dating. But according to him was an innocent relationship, full of blushes and awkward hugs. He would never think that his little girl constantly had Aang over, that they had their own agenda. Hell, as far as he knew, Katara didn't even know what sex was.
"Hey, Aang." Katara greeted her guest, pulling him by the hand and into the kitchen. "Hey, Dad, look who stopped by." Katara gave a fake smile. still towing Aang by the arm. "Pizza! Hell yeah!" Aang shouted in happiness as he grabbed a slice from the open box. "Hungry, Aang?" Hakoda asked with a sidewards glance.
"Yeah! Uncle's got me doing these Tai Chi moves. They're intense!" Aang prattled on with Hakoda about different Tai Chi moves, all the while Katara tuned them out. It was amazing, the way these two got on. At least her father didn't hate her boyfriend.
"So, what are you kids up to tonight?" Hakoda asked with a genuine smile. He was always interested in his daughter's social life. "Oh, we might just catch a flick on the tube. Why?" Aang asked with a mouthful of pizza. "Well, it seems I've heard the funniest thing. I was talking with Suki's older sister yesterday, and she told me she saw you," a thick blue vein pulsed in the side of Hakoda forehead as he continued to speak, "-- and my daughter, cavorting in public!" Hakoda shouted, his face turning red.
"Dad!" Katara squeaked, dropping her plate. The crash echoed throughout the room, the broken plate sending shard of glass scattering across the tile.