Amnesia Chapter 6.1 Author's Note: Hello again! Sorry for the long wait between updates but here it is...chapter 6...part 1...hehehe I know, I'm evil XP. I feel has if I should say this once more; ATLA and its characters belong to Bryke...not me (sadly). However, this fan fiction is mine so no touchy! Okay now back to your chapter. Oh but before I forget...in case you haven't noticed I 'm not all that accurate with times. So to get things clear; this entire story takes place over a month. Beginning on the first and ending on the thirty first (no matter what happens). The only reason time is ever of importance is when I mention the weeks. To bring you up to speed, they are currently two weeks and a day in. (In chapter 5 I made the mistake on saying Sokka and Suki had been dating for one day...this should have been one week.) Okay now this time, officially, back to the story!
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Sokka
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"Zuk there's got to be a way to fix this!" My eyes were pleading for him to give good news.
"No, there isn't. And I finally told her..."
I snapped my head around, "Told who what?"
"Drop it Sokka, we have bigger issues to deal with." Aang barely missed slapping my face.
I tackled my golden eyed friend to the beige carpet, "You're talking about my sister aren't you? What have you been doing with her!"
The boy sputtered, "S-same t-thing y-you've b-been d-doing w-with S-Suki!" He began to gasp for air.
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Aang
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I watched as my two friends wrestled on the floor about who was doing what with who. It was dumb. My mind started to tune them out as I once again wondered about the girls; they had run off after Katara finished reading. Katara. To think, if I was asked two days ago about her I would have proudly stated that she was the 'love of my life'. But now...now she is just a friend. A very attractive friend. Alas, I knew she was Zuko's, the way her eyes sparkled and her heart fluttered made that true. His name burned in my mind making the migraine worse. Trying to relieve some of the pain I began to meditate. My thoughts, again, roamed except this time the turned into a prayer. A prayer to Inochi that he would help us, show us the way. The room around me started to fade, being replaced with nothing but a simple bijou. Across from me sat a man with long silver blue hair that matched his ghostly body. I bowed in respect to my master, for he controlled my and my friends' lives.
"Air bender," His voice was raspy but powerful. It could make even the smallest creation turn and listen.
I stood rooted in place, trying not to be scared. "Avatar Inochi."
"Aang is your name, correct?"
"Yes sire."
"My boy, please sit. I sense trouble has fallen upon my oldest of friends."
As I sat he asked for my reason of coming to see him. I told him the story of the last few days; how the girls had gotten hurt and how my fellow men were confused. The Avatar listened closely but never interrupted, probably amused by my tale. Who wouldn't be? Here we were, six friends for life, with more power than the entire world's militaries and weapons combined. No one could defy us for we walked with a grace that demanded respect. Yet, the most unknown sickness, degraded us to nothing. No bending, no weapons, and no elated feelings. Inochi looked at me with eyes of tears as my words became dark, knowing the pain that we felt.
"Please, master, what are we to do? How are we to fix this? Can you give us more time?" I got on my knees with my face on the tile begging as Katara's element fell down my cheeks.
"I am sorry Aang, but I cannot. You and the others must learn how to solve your problems without my help."
The droplets began to flow out of anger, "Sire, at least show me a sign that we will live. Something!"
He contemplated my request, leaving me to shake with overflowing emotions. Finally he turned and spoke, "You want a sign, dear air bender? Well fine here's one."
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Once more I fell into a deep sleep, but awoke within seconds. Again I was in Zuko's apartment, as he and Sokka continued to fight. There was one lingering thought in the back of my mind which caused me to laugh like a manic.
"Aang?" The home owner shook my being.
"That old coot. I ask for a sign and he gives me this."
"Who?"
"Inochi," They gasped, "We will live, so be happy. But that ancient man didn't tell me how! No, instead he shows us taking our finals."
Zuko looked at me confuzzled, "How is that a sign. It sounds more like hell on ice to me."
"Zuk don't you get it!" Sokka (unmanly) shrieked with glee, "Finals are in a month!"
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Zuko
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I leaned over on the futon and gave Katara a light kiss goodnight causing her to giggle in her sleep. So we live...what good is that knowledge without knowing how? A single droplet fell out of my eye, if by some chance Inochi's prediction was wrong we would all perish. I was the oldest, and in some ways the most mature, but I was given the harshest end of the bargain made so long ago. If we died before time was up, we would go from youngest to eldest. In short, I would watch my closest friends expire right before my eyes. The thought of that happening made a shiver go down my spine; I couldn't lose what I had spent most of my life looking for. Only Katara knew why I stayed in this country...my family disowned and banished me away from their island. Her father took me in as a second son and gave me a place to call home. A place where people didn't yell at me for no reason or keep the necessitates away or make me want to crawl up and die. But I couldn't stay there forever, when I turned sixteen I bought an apartment and lived there ever since. Living by myself wasn't the best, nights often go lonely, but thankfully Hakoda went invite me over once a week. Again tears fell down my cheeks, I had a 'family' that loved me...the perfect girlfriend...and all of it was about to be taken away by a stupid old man.
Trying to find some way to get back at Inochi, I cursed him; but what was the point...there was no curse in the human or spirit world that could be worse than the one on the six of us. Nothing was worse than watching your friends get weaker as the days go by and unable to help them. There's no cure for amnesia, memories must be gained back by oneself. That's what the doctors said, zilch can be done to fix the girls...like I said... there is nothing worse.
Her body stirred next to me, "Mmph?"
"Yes?" I slowly smoothed her waves of brown silk.
"I'm having dreams."
"We all do."
"Yea, but mine have holes in them. I could be dreaming of stuff that I don't remember and won't know because stuff keeps getting blacked out," She sighed snuggling into my arms, "Zuko...who am I?"
I stared down at her, wishing that I could answer her. But that is what the physicians said to never do; the old memories may cause them to have an emotional (or physical) breakdown. Especially in the girls' cases because their personalities are different...the difference might be to big of a shock.
"Katara," Placing my head upon hers I spoke softly, "You know I love you more than the world, but there are certain things I can't tell you."
My shirt started to develop small stains, "Why Zuzu?"
The answer never came, something snapped in my brain, "What did you just call me?" The voice that left my throat was excited.
"Um...Zuzu? Zuko!" She hissed after I immediately jumped up and got the other overly testosterone filled bodies up.
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"My sister called you what?"
"Zuzu."
"Soooo..." Aang stared at me questionably.
"Ugh! Don't you guys get it! Zuzu is her pet name for me. That name was made before the girls got amnesia. Sokka! Aang! She's beginning to remember things!"
"Maybe she is, but what about Suki and Toph?
"They might be also!"
I looked at my friends, "Guys, give me a thing from pre-amnesia Toph, Suki, and Katara that will make them remember themselves." Closing my eyes I came up with an idea, "For Katara, I need you to ask her out Aang."
"Hell. No! Zuko I'm not asking out your girlfriend
Besides...I...kinda...like...Toph...and...she...likes...me...I...think..."
Sokka slapped him on the back, "Dude we all know that, she's always liked you."
"Wah? You mean I coulda-"
My warrior friend waved his hand dismissivly, "Yea, you were just too infatuated with my sister to notice. Anyway, if you ask her out a memory might come back. What's to lose.
"TOPH! THAT'S WHAT I CAN LOSE!"
I glanced at him, "Suck it up."
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Sokka
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The guys and I continued to discuss how we were going to help the girls. The plan was to have Aang ask out Katara, me challenge Suki to a wrestling match, and all of us, if the first two worked, were to lead Toph back to her hut. The idea was risky, none of us knew how it was going to end. I would probably never admit it, but I actually like the amnesia Suki over the real one. The normal Suki was, more or less, one of the guys. A girl who knew how to fight, and knew how to do it dirty. I mean...I did kind of like her...in a romantic way but I never let it on. That was my personal plan...to get her to like me by the end of the school year. Then BAM! Amnesia Suki is practically gushing over me, kissing me, hinting at things that she wanted to do. It was, basically, a dream come true. What guy wouldn't love to wake up next to a hot girl, whose arms were wrapped around your waist, everyday?
I looked over at my girlfriend, sleeping soundly in our bed. Our! The idea of being with Suki grew on me more. But my ideas would probably become a fantasy once our plan was put into effect. I had to admit that I missed our fights, the parties, and just talking but...kissing her was more fun! Was getting her memories back really worth it? The 'devil' on my right shoulder kept saying that it wasn't but the 'angel' said that her being happy was more important and her happiness could only be attained with her mind clear. I tried to resist the urge to flick the heavenaly being away but its message won me over. A well Suki was more important than my personal gain.
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Hi people! Well here is part 1 of Chapter 6 so enjoy. Oh and none of my stories will be updated until after Wed the 22nd...sorry...but finals = hell XD
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