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"The Almighty Sugar Queen,
We haven't seen you in a while! The Pebble and I are planning on visiting soon, so expect us! Of course, we might already be there by the time you get this letter.
I'm only sending a letter because it's proper, and my mother's ghost would haunt me if I didn't,
Toph
P.S I know this will be messy; The Pebble is an idiot with large hands, so he can't hold ANY writing instrument properly. I apologize for his stupidity and lack-of-knowledge.-T"
Splotches of ink and cross-out words riddled the page. The writing was clumsy, and it honestly looked like Toph wasn't lying about her husband's large hands and idiocy.
Katara scanned the letter quickly and thanked the Spirits Toph hadn't arrived yet. She tended to leave Katara feeling ill and very relieved after her two to seven day visit ended, and with her health already so poor, Katara needed a few days to get back on her feet. She had been feeling sick, but she was finally holding down soup.
Her eyes narrowed as she noticed that there seemed to be a scrawled arrow pointing to the opposite side of the paper. What could be there? She flipped it over and looked. At the very bottom there were a few, short and choppy sentences. Ink was splattered on rounded letters, such as "a" or "o", which showed that the sentences had been written quickly by a hand unfamiliar to writing consistently.
After much blank space, it read, "Help me. She's insane! Why did I marry her?! HELP ME!!-Mr. Toph."
Katara felt bad for Toph's husband. What had his name been before he was dubbed "Mr. Toph?" Was it "Mr. Rock Guy," or "The Pebble"? She certainly couldn't remember.
She put the letter down and stretched. The good weather had lasted so far, but the cool air at night warned her that fall would show more than beautiful leaves soon.
With a smile, she enjoyed her improving health. She hadn't thrown up since the night before. Katara decided that she could get all the laundry and cleaning done with all her extra time. It was staying out to be a good day. Her smile grew wider, and then a look of horror and sudden nausea crossed her face. She threw up all over the floor, which ricocheted onto things in the proximity. Katara sighed and went back to bed.
"So will we have another meeting next week?" Mr. T asked calmly as he played with his odd hair. He said it in such that Aang began to reply in positive.
"Of course, how about-" He stopped and looked around sheepishly. "Well, this is actually the last appointment; I don't want to schedule another." Mr. T immediately stopped playing with his hair calmly and looked at Aang.
"Why is that?" he asked, in the infamous therapist voice. He folded his fingers and turned his chair around in a Mafia, God Father Fashion. Aang shivered.
"Well, my wife is sick, and I have a son. Life is hectic." He laughed nervously and without humor. Mr. T. stared at him. Then, Aang scratched the back of his head sheepishly. Aang was a peaceful man; anything God Father Mafia bothered him greatly.
"No Aang; life is good, and life is better when you can talk to someone about it. You can talk to me. How about three o'clock next week?" Aang sighed.
"Ok…" Mr. T turned around and smile pleasantly at him.
"See you next week. Bye bye now." Aang waved weakly and forced a toothy smile. After he gently closed the door, Aang sighed and began his walk home.
He looked up at the autumn leaves and enjoyed the cool breeze. People waved as he walked, and children that were fortunate enough not to be in school, played while shouting and laughing. For a day of failing miserably at escaping his therapist and his wife hating him, it was a gosh, darn good day.
Aang ceased his walk, closed his eyes, and breathed the air in deeply. Then he released his held breath and felt calm again. He felt better and became his walk again. Suddenly, a cart moved quickly by.
"AANNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGG," shouted someone from the cart. Aang sighed and felt his inner calm evaporate. So much for Air benders always being able to find peace; he was a broken Air Bender if that was a requirement.
"Sokka! What did you do?" he shouted. Sokka threw himself against the back of the wagon to keep Aang in sight. Aang began running to keep up. He wished he wasn't an spiritually broken Air bender. Life would have been way simpler if he was.
"I violated a restraining order! Now get me out of here! Ahhh!!" He disappeared within the cart when a freakishly large guard sat upon him. "Hurry," came his faint, labored whisper.
Aang sighed and began to move more quickly. He thought of how thankful he was for Katara. Without her, he probably would have ended up dating Zuko or actually ATTENDING to Sokka's 'manly' "needs." (Ew much.) That's what he loved about Katara; that she took care of Sokka and kept Aang from ever having to deal with him in a stressful situation. That was, at least, until recently.
He thought of how sick Katara had been of late and wondered if it may have been stress. Sokka's pretty stressful, he thought to himself, Trong too. Of course, he never thought, "Gee I think I'll do all the house chores, so my beloved and ill wife can rest. After all, I am a bit of a burden and a load of work at times." Nope; he blamed others for his wife's strange sickness and irritability while he chased her brother down the streets to save him from being formally arrested.
Sokka stopped struggling and became limp. He showed his submissiveness to the guards, and they accepted it-warily. To be certain, Sokka turned over on his back to show his stomach and prove that he meant no harm. His eyes grew wide, and he whined so that they would look. The guards yipped at him, and he knew they had accepted him. The pack hierarchy had been established. Sokka lowered his ears and hoped to the Spirits that Aang would catch him soon. It was hard to be the omega of the pack.
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The "pack order" thing with Sokka and the guards is hard to explain, but I think it involves my falling asleep in front of the television while the Discovery Channel was on. It was a special on wolves! XD
An omega is the lowest of the low in the wolves' culture. Basically, Sokka is the bitch. XD The pack hierarchy is merely how the wolves identify within the group. Simple, no?
What will happen next, you ask? You will see my sexy ones. You will see.
