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I'll miss you more pt.2

The sun had set, and darkness had long since come. And still; Aang had not moved. For hours, the airbender had been sitting in the dirt. Just staring at the sky, where Toph had disappeared on Appa, along with his heart. Horrible thoughts of his beloved Toph plagued his mind. What if she never came back? What if she found someone else? Aang whimpered and continued searching the sky, carrying the delusion that Toph would magically appear out of the sky and the two of them would never be apart again.

Across the small clearing, Sokka prodded the campfire with a stick, waiting for Zuko to bring back more firewood. When the banished prince did return, he cast a furtive glance at the sulking airbender, before throwing more wood on the fire. "Is he still sitting there?" he asked rhetorically, clearing seeing the pathetic Avatar from where he stood.

Sokka nodded, "Yep." The warrior then shook his head, "I don't know what he's crying about, I don't know about you, but I am looking forward to three days without Suki's nagging." From across the fire, Zuko gave a small nod. Don't get him wrong he loved Katara, but sometimes he needed a break from her.

"Just think no, "Sokka! Pick up your socks!"

Zuko nodded again "No, "Zuko which earrings do you like better."

"Sokka, put down that boomerang and talk to me."

"Zuko, you have to let me braid your hair."

Sokka opened his mouth to add something, when Zuko's last comment made him stop, and stare at the scarred prince. Zuko too, seemed to realize that was not something he should have said aloud. It was only once!" he defended.

"The point is" Sokka chortled, "We can now be men. We can do whatever we want, and no girls to tell us not to! This is going to be great!" Sokka turned to Aang, cupping his hands to his mouth he called, "Aang! Come on buddy, get over here!"

Slowly, Aang pulled himself up from the dirt. And almost zombie like, Aang trudged over, his feet dragging with each step. Like the sack of dead weight he had become, Aang dropped to the dirt again and sat there, the same sad look upon his face.

Feeling his buddy needed some cheering up, Sokka decided to break the uncomfortable silence. "Say Aang, did you see that cute girl in the last town? You know, I think she was giving you the eye," he said slyly. Aang didn't respond but kept staring at the fire, stoic as ever.

The water tribe teen tried again. "I also heard there was a martial arts competition this weekend, I bet the three of us could take the championship." Zuko's heard perked up at the mention of a fighting competition. But Aang didn't seem to hear him, his thoughts lost on a certain blind earthbender. The night dragged on, and no matter what suggestion of things to do, or steamy tales of love, the older boys told, which brought out a weird chumminess between Zuko and Sokka, Aang's mood still didn't improve.

"I'm going to bed" Aang finally said after hours of silence. The sad monk, got up to go curl up inside his sleeping bag.

"He's not going to do anything weird, is he?" asked Zuko, watching Aang become more pitiful by the minute.

Sokka shrugged, "Nah, he'll be fine, he just needs some sleep." With that said, the young warrior stood up and yawned loudly, signaling he wanted some shut eye as well, before walking back to his tent and leaving Zuko to put out the fire.

With a wave of his hand the fire immediately went out, leaving only smoke spiraling up toward the sky. Zuko then retired toward his own tent. No sooner than he had crawled into his sleeping, when the sudden sound of rustling reached Zuko's ears. Assuming it was just one of his comrades getting up to use the bathroom, Zuko ignored it and tried to sleep. But when it came again, and closer, Zuko sat up his ears straining to hear. Another minute passed, and the sound had yet to return, warily Zuko laid back down, closing his eyes, but his ears staying aware.

The sound came again, and whatever it was, it was inside his tent! Zuko bolted upright, a flame igniting in his palm ready to roast whatever was trying to ambush him. Aang face was visible in the bright fire resting in the firebender's palm. "Zuko, I think there's a spirit monster outside, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Zuko stared at the monk, as if he hadn't heard him correctly. Finally the Zuko's face become that of an annoyed one, "Get out!" he growled pointed to the exit.

"But I think there's a monster out there, and Toph and Appa aren't here to scare it away. Please can I stay?" The airbender begged, clutching a stuffed bison close to his chest.

Zuko turned on his side, pressing his head against the pillow. "Go stay with Sokka."

"I tried to, but he kicked me out."

"Out. Now."

Sighing, Aang crawled to the flap in Zuko's tent, "Come on Appa Jr." he mumbled.

Finally able to rest in peace, Zuko pulled him blanket tighter around himself, and drifted of to sleep.

Zuko awoke with something soft and smooth in his hands, still half asleep he smiled, and pulled it closer. "Mmm...Katara" he sighed, his hands wondering over the smoothness. He frowned however, when he felt two objects protruding out of the softness. Zuko froze. His eye's snapped open and met with the button eye's of a stuffed sky bison.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Aang sat up and opened his tired eyes. Wondering who was sreaming so early, he spotted Zuko holding Appa Jr.

"Zuko...What are you doing to Appa Jr."

The prince hadn't been aware of the Avatar's presence until he spoke, provoking another ear splitting scream from him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY TENT!" he roared.

"Me and Appa Jr. got lonely, and since Toph was gone, we thought..." he trailed off noticing Zuko's face turning red with anger.

Sokka sighed as he inhaled the soft aroma of breakfast cooking over the fire. In addition to be a master warrior, he was also a master chef. Just as he was about to chow down into his meal, a clearly irked Zuko emerged from his tent, dragging a slightly singed Aang. Pulling the young Avatar by the scruff of his collar, he threw him down next to Sokka. "YOU'RE TAKING HIM FOR THE REST OF THE DAY!" And without another word, left into the woods to train.

Sokka sighed again, as he listened to the peaceful silence. Watching his bobber go up and down in the water. It was not alone however, Aang's own line was cast just a few feet from Sokka's. The warrior insisted that Aang come along, in hopes that it would get his mind off Toph. "Nothing like a little early morning fishing, eh Aang?"

"Why would she leave me?"

Sokka cleared his throat uncomfortably, and continued to stare at his bobber. "Yep, nothing like two guys, silently fishing...and not talking about our feelings."

"I thought we were happy. I thought she loved me." Aang lower lip started to quiver.

Sokka started sweating, he prayed to the fish gods, praying one would bite so he didn't have to listen to this. He struggled for something to say, "You know Aang this time of year, there are tons of salmon in these rivers, and–

A high pitched girly scream, shattered all the silence, effectively scaring off every fish for miles. Aang began sobbing, clutching his fishing pole he cried, "TOPH LOVED SALMON!" he sobbed.

Sokka scowled, "So did I."

Zuko let loose another flaming kick before coming to a stop. He breathed deep; then started again. Yet no matter how much he practiced, he still felt frustrated. After awhile, fighting invisible opponents got boring. He needed a sparring buddy.

"Hey Zuko," a tiny voice said from behind.

The prince turned, the tiny voice belonging a puffy eyed Avatar, he had yelled at earlier. Zuko still hadn't forgotten that morning. He frowned, "I thought you went fishing with the idiot." he said.

Aang shrugged, "I guess the fish weren't biting...whacha doing?"

"Training." he said shortly.

"Need any help."

Zuko thought for a moment, then gave the emotional monk a skeptical look. "That depends, are you going to do nothing but talk about your girlfriend while we spar."

"I promise I won't, airbender's honor!" he chirped.

"Fine." Without a moments hesitation, Zuko sent a fireball right at Aang's head. Aang dodged the attack, before sending an air blast of his own. The blast knocked Zuko back, leaving Aang with the opportunity to go on the offensive. Aang summoned a giant rock, and prepared to launch at the firebender.

But he didn't.

Instead, Aang merely stared at the huge boulder, transfixed by it. Zuko had recovered from the airbender's previous attack, but hadn't done anything to retaliate. The firebdner's only eyebrow raised in confusion, as he was confused as to why the Avatar had frozen like that. That was until–

'BWWWAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

Aang broke down into tears, and leapt onto the giant rock, giving it a giant hug. "THIS WAS TOPH'S FAVORITE MOVE!" He cried, continuing to blubber like a baby. "I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME! TOPH WHY DID YOU HAVE TO LEAVE ME! WHY!, WHY!, WHY!, WHY!"

That is it! I can't take it anymore, he is driving me insane" Zuko yelled in a hushed whisper.

Sokka nodded in agreement, "We have to do something?"

He looked over at a disheveled Aang, who seemed to be talking to a Toph voodoo doll made of grass and sticks. "You said you loved me! Why did you have to leave me? ANSWER ME!"

"But what?" he added.

"Well I say we leave him in a ditch, until Toph comes back." Zuko growled.

"No, no" Sokka said, shaking his head. "We just need to get his mind off of Toph. He needs to have fun and relax."

"He needs to grow a pair of–

"I GOT IT!" Sokka shouted triumphantly. He started to knead his hands like a mad scientist, and a sly grin appeared on his face. "I know what Aang needs! Come on were going into town."

Man Aang is really starting to lose it. Either way, sorry for not updating in a while, school has started up again, and I have another story I need to finish. Next chapter we'll see what Toph, Katara, and Suki are up to.