Chapter VII
I can't keep doing this. I can't keep letting him throw me around like a goddamn yo-yo. One minute it's, "Rawr! I'm-a-scary-psychotic-man-who-just-lost-his-girlfriend! Fear me!" Then he switches tempo, "I'm-a-sweet-caring-man-who-wants-to-taste-your-lips! Love me!" he's worse than a girl on her first date with the high school quarter back. I can't take it!
Suki's thoughts were in a whirlwind on the way back to Sokka's house. He was swinging her around far too much for any one girl to handle well. First he begs her to stay with him, then they fight, then he kisses her, then he flirts, then he blows her off. And now, he wasn't talking to her. At all. Awkward silences weren't really her thing.
And now she remembered why.
Unable to stand it any longer, Suki looked over at the driver, "Is there a reason you're not talking to me?"
He cast a sideways look in her direction, "What do you mean?"
"You haven't spoken a single word to me, since we left my apartment. Hours ago."
"What're you talking about? I have talked to you."
"I think I would know if you talked to me or not." Her voice was light, but the sarcasm was heavy.
"Well, clearly you don't because I'm certain that I have spoken to you." He was starting to grow angry with her accusations. What did she know anyway?
She looked at him incredulously, "No. You haven't. Care to tell me why?"
"Stop overreacting. I know that I have talked to you." He put his hand up, as if to shut her out.
"Unless I'm absolutely crazy, I can guarantee that you haven't."
"Yeah, well, from where I stand you're not all that sane."
"Excuse me? I'm far saner than you are. You so fuckin' bi-polar I can't tell which Sokka you are today or will be in the next five minutes. I get dizzy trying to keep up." She moved her hands around her head, in circular motions.
"What's that supposed to mean? I'm not bi-polar. Bitch, you're crazy!" Sokka pulled the car off to the side of the road and turned toward her.
"What did you just call me?" Suki's voice was quiet, hurt.
He realized his mistake and reached his hand out to her, "I didn't mean it like that. It just came out."
She shrugged off his touch and opened the car door, "Yeah, well, now I'm just getting out. I can't deal with this anymore. I'm not a yo-yo. I have feelings and emotions. And I'm tired of you playing with them." She stepped out and slammed the door, "I haven't even known you two days and already I feel like I've known you too long. Good bye, Sokka." Without another word, she turned on her heel and took off running in the opposite direction.
Her parting words hurt more than Sokka'd ever admit. His body numb, he didn't go out after her. He couldn't. Feeling as though he just lost Yue all over again, he threw his car into drive and shot off.
Suki looked back as the car screeched away from her. He didn't come after me…The pain that thought brought her was too much to handle. Tears flowing down her pale cheeks, she ran harder and faster. Away from him.
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Red hair bobbed up and down as he watched the green clad woman run away from the car. The target was too easy. And he had come to his decision. He was taking her. He was going to kidnap her, have his fun with the lithe little warrior and give her back to her friends, beaten, bruised and in pieces.
From his tree, he observed Suki coming toward him. Her emerald shorts rode up her long legs and he felt his jeans growing tighter. His boner was biting painfully against his fly. He reached down and rubbed himself through the fabric and groaned. He watched her small breasts jiggle in time with her feet. He unzipped his pants, gripped himself and began massaging his hardened cock.
God, he couldn't wait till he had her. Had her scared, writhing and bleeding pinned beneath him. His stokes began faster. He could already feel her fear. Taste the blood and sweat coating her white succulent skin. Hear her scream in pain and agony. Oh, God, yes!
She'd be a fighter. No way in hell would she let him get her without putting up a fight. And that was just fine by him. The more she fought, the better taking her would be. With a final feral moan, he came fiercely in his hand.
He was just beginning. By the end of the week, he would have the red head and he'd spend every moment he could taking her in any painful way he could imagine. Yes, revenge was sweet.
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Leaves crackling beneath her feet.
Twigs snapping off trees as she ran by.
Thorns reaching up and scratching her bare legs as she pushed herself further.
Heart pumping as she knew what was ahead for her.
Sweat trickling down her forehead as she exerted herself more than she'd ever done before.
Moon shining brightly showing her the way to freedom.
Stars being her compass.
Night air chilling the moisture on her body as she fell over a rock.
Pulse tripping up as she hit the ground and felt her leg break.
Scream emitting from her throat as she twisted in the air and landed on her back.
Eyes closing as she looked up in the night sky.
Breath catching as her vision started to go black.
Realization hitting as she found out that it was him that was blacking out her world.
Last thoughts echoing as he hit over the head.
Goodbye, Sokka, I'm sorry I walked away. You were worth waiting for. I only wish I had…
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Zuko bobbed his head back and forth in time to the music that blared through the speakers. The hip hop beat wasn't his favorite music in the world to listen to. Hell, it ranked up there with country on the worst music list, but it brought in patrons. And they brought in money. And money made him happy.
Or was that true? Did money make him happy or did a certain mocha skinned girl? How could she, they only knew each other for less than two days. Yeah, but, he knew better than anyone else that so much could happen and change in two days.
All it took was one day for him to realize that he despised his father's very breath. One day to realize that his whole life had been a lie. One day to undo a lifetime of family loyalty. So, why couldn't he, in two days, meet a girl who would change his whole life with just one night together?
Was it that impossible?
He'd like to think it wasn't.
"Zuko, sorry I'm late, but I … had a problem." Sokka strode up to Zuko's side.
He clapped his friend on the shoulder, "It's all good, man, where's that bombshell you've been hangin' with?"
Sokka looked away sheepishly, "We got into an argument today. I called her a bitch and she got out of the car and ran away from me."
Zuko just stared, "And you didn't go after her…?"
Sokka's eyebrows pulled down into a deep V, "Well, no."
"Why not?"
"I don't know, man, I just felt like if I did, I'd be betraying Yue."
Zuko moved away from him and peered down at his best friend, "You're such an asshole."
"Excuse me?"
Was he seriously this dense? "When Yue was alive, all you did was flirt with other girls. I mean, heavy flirting; asking for numbers left and right. And when she said something to you about it, you gave her shit. Saying she was insecure all the time. Now, that she's dead, you act like you treated her so damn well. That's total bullshit. This new chick, Suki, is a total babe. She could kick your ass up and down the street and she'll put up a fight when you want to act like a caveman. She's taken care of your ass since this whole thing happened. Man, I realize that maybe two days isn't long enough to get over your dead ex, but you have to admit that these last couple of days has seemed more like a year." He looked at his best friend, his gaze hard and unwavering.
"Maybe it's time you … move on from Yue. Let her memory rest in peace. Suki would gladly be there to be with you, if you gave her the chance. I may not know her, but the way she jumped to help when you asked. That's something else."
Sokka looked away and down at the ground. He knew Zuko was right. Knew that he was right about his behavior toward Yue. Knew he was right about what he should be doing. He also knew that what he had with Yue wasn't real. It was infatuation. It was lust. But it wasn't love. It wasn't the feeling he got when he was Suki. It wasn't the suffocation he felt when he wasn't near the redhead. It wasn't the anger he felt when Suki would look at another guy. It wasn't the elation he felt when he kissed her. It wasn't the intimacy he felt when he cried in her lap. It truly wasn't real.
He looked back up at the taller man, "You're right. I'm an asshole. I fucked things up. I hurt her when I called her a bitch. I hurt her even more when I didn't go after her. I hurt when I screwed with her. I'm an asshole." He rubbed the back of his neck in frustration.
Zuko stared, wide eyed, "You called her a bitch? Really?" he shook his head, incredulous, "You're not only an asshole, but you're also an idiot… You'll be lucky if she ever takes you back." He tapped his friend's back in pity, "You have a lot of work ahead of you, my friend. A lot of work. I suggest you go find her."
Sokka gave him a look that said he thought Zuko was the stupid one, "But I have to work and you told me I would never, ever, in my life have a day off…"
Zuko raised his eyebrows, "I think we can make an exception and you can have tonight off."
"That bad, huh?"
"Boy, you have no idea. Go find her."
Sokka sighed heavily before heading out of the club.
That poor bastard had no idea what he did…
"Hey! Zuko! Is that you?"
He swiveled his head to face the person who called him.
Mai.
Dammit. What did she want?
He raised his hand in a way of greeting, "Yeah, Mai, it's me. What can I help you with?"
She moved closer to him, "Oh, nothing. I just wanted to see if you wanted to dance? I miss you terribly." Her words were deliciously warm, but her tone stayed disgustingly frigid.
He placed a small smile on his lips, "That's sweet, really it is, Mai. But I'm gonna have to pass on this one. You see, I'm kinda seeing someone, and I don't wanna screw it up."
The only sign that she was affected by his statement was the slight twitch of her eye, "Oh, well who's the new bitc- I mean girl?"
Zuko had to bite back a peal of laughter, she was clearly more affected by this than she wanted to admit, "Her name is Kata-" he stopped short when a flash of chocolate caught his eye behind Mai. "Oh, look there she is now."
He waved his hand around, and called out to the woman who just walked in. She saw him and smiled sweetly before coming over to them. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her in for a kiss. "Hey, babe, how are you tonight?"
She hadn't seemed to notice Mai there yet, and that was just fine with him. "I'm doing great… a little achy, but nothing you can't fix." She winked at him and Zuko felt a stirring in his pants. Damn this woman was going to be the death of his stamina.
He dipped his head, nuzzling her neck before he bit her lobe. She laughed softly, tunneling her fingers through his hair. He groaned, "Yeah, I think I can fix that."
She seemed to have noticed that they had company just then because she stiffened slightly, "Oh, hello, Mai. I'm sorry, I didn't see you. How are you?"
Zuko looked at her with wide eyes, "Wait, you know each other?"
Mai answered with ice in her voice, "Yeah, she works for your sister. She's low on the food chain, but she's still there."
Zuko slapped a palm to his forehead, "Oh, yeah, I remember you saying you worked with Azula. I remember now." He completely ignored the taunt, not wanting to take the bait, Mai was trying to give. "Well, Katara, wanna dance tonight?"
She smiled and accepted his offered hand, "I'd love to."
He started to swing her away from the ice queen, but she stopped them cold in their tracks when she yelled out, "Zuko! I'm pregnant. It's yours."
He physically and mentally felt Katara withdraw from him. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to hit Mai. Instead, he turned to her, "You're a liar. That's not possible."
She only stared back with those dark, emotionless eyes, "Oh, I assure you, it's possible."
Katara stepped away from him, "You were sleeping with her?" she realized that they weren't, technically, an exclusive couple, but that didn't stop the hurt.
Zuko moved toward her "That was a long time ago. There's no way that she could be pregnant with my kid now."
Mai's laugh was hollow, "Zuko, don't you remember the other day? Don't tell me you forgot…"
Zuko could see the anger rising off Katara in waves. He reached for her, wanting to comfort her, but she pulled back viciously, "Don't touch me! I don't want to see you again."
Without another word, she walked away.