Right, right… I know it's been another long while! I apologize, fans /: I had been saying I'd update but I never had the motivation to do so. 'Kay, so here's the next installment to DWDSWF! I hope it comes out as planned ^_^
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"Sir, what can I get you?" The bartender had asked for what seemed like the tenth time.
Aang looked at the woman, running his hands through his hair. "Ugh… it doesn't even matter; give me your best top shelf drink."
She nodded and flashed a pretty smile his way. "I'll give you my signature drink; 'Cool Haze'." When the brunette trotted away, the gangster sighed again and let his head fall in his hands.
God, what was he thinking? That was a stupid move to even attempt to sleep with Katara; things were getting out of hand nowadays. Instead of heading straight back to his house, he goes to see the person who led him to a downhill path in the first place! If he had just listened, listened, to everyone, she'd be out of his hair by now. Katara didn't even have to be dead. Aang could have easily scared her off and made sure she'd never bother him again.
But of course, he never sees things through. Consequences were his least worries and he never learned the words "cause and effect". Aang rested his cheek in his palm, watching the bartender serve her other customers, flashing everyone a friendly smile. How could anyone smile so much? In this world, there should never be a reason to smile that bright. Shit happens around every corner, every twist and turn… it's like a never-ending cycle of pain and angst; things catch up to everyone and anyone.
The thief clucked his tongue and looked over his shoulder at the dance floor. More people seemed to be as happy as the bartender, and it disgusted him. A club shouldn't be meant for hooking up with another person, nor was it supposed to be "fun". Half of the people you met here were drunk or high on pills… that's probably why they all seemed so happy. And cops came here every fucking night. How is that "fun?"
It's impossible to be free of your worries.
"Here you go, sir." The bartender handed Aang his drink and he could easily see how much liquor and fruits she put into this one. "I was out of mangos, so I hope you don't mind some raspberries mixed with ciroc…"
Aang took a daring sip, and instantly his throat burned. He let out a rather loud gasp.
"Yep… that's pretty good…" he read the woman's nametag, and said, "Thank you, Marie."
Marie cheesed once more, "No problem, I hope you enjoy it!"
When she walked away again, Aang poured the vile drink out on the floor, and put the glass back on the counter. Someone needed to fire that bitch, because she clearly had no idea how to mix drinks. Aang groaned and rested his head on his arms, thinking back to the issue at hand.
Katara, an amazing girl with amazing assets, both physically and skillfully. He liked everything about her. Those cooling eyes, that fiery personality, and her overall being. There was something about her that had Aang crawling back each time.
Was it her beauty? Or perhaps her funny attitude when she was upset? Whatever the cause, Aang liked it. He liked to bother her and make her squirm by his actions. It was cute, yet an unquenchable desire that always needed to be fulfilled. He had to mess with her at least once a day, and even though he sounded like a little kid, that's how he felt towards her.
Was he crushing on his enemy?
Probably. Aang looked up at the flashing lights on the ceiling, humming.
Maybe this was more than a game of using the other; you can't like the person who you're using. It just doesn't work out like that. Katara's moans from earlier infiltrated his thoughts, and a smirk took place on his lips.
"And just what are you grinning about?"
Aang looked to his right and his grin broadened. "I thought you were banned from clubs, Azula."
Azula snorted, waving Marie over for a simple glass of straight ciroc. "Nice way to dodge the question, kiddo." Azula pinched his cheek and Aang pulled away, muttering for her not to touch his face.
"I didn't dodge it, I just wanted to know why you're here."
"Same reason why you're here, Aang; I needed to drink all of my problems away."
Aang laughed and gave her a light glare. "But you don't have problems, Zuko spoils you."
Azula lit a cigarette and looked at Aang like, "Please". "Zuko keeps bitching about everyone slacking and shit. If he's so concerned, I wish he'd do something." Her gold eyes locked onto Aang's. "He thinks you're dead, y'know."
"Good. That means I have no reason to come back." He drummed his fingers on the marble counter, his eyes reading her face.
Azula had a way of lying to everyone to get her own pleasure out of drama. Aang knew that Zuko didn't think he was dead; his boss was too smart for that. Plus, Aang had been spotted by many Midnight Phoenix members, and he was sure that that went back to tell Zuko he was alive. So what was he point in her lie? Azula was a tricky woman indeed…
"You should come back," she smashed the lit part of her cigarette into the counter and smoke escaped from her nose. "Ty Lee's been on my ass about you. 'Where's Aang? Did he really die? Where is he, Azula!'?"
Aang sighed. "When is she going to realize-"
"Never. So get the fuck back home." Azula started to drink her drink that arrived almost five minutes ago. "She's pissing me off, Aang."
Aang chuckled and watched her take the whole shot down without a problem. "I have no intentions of ever returning."
"Why?" Azula growled, and lowered her voice, "Too busy getting head from that SACF girl?"
Aang bit his tongue, and decided that there was no reason to hide it.
"I don't get head," he then mumbled, "but thanks for the idea."
"No problem," Azula snickered, "But what? Is she really the cause of you staying away from home?"
He played with his fingers and thought about that question. Was Katara the barrier that kept him from resuming his daily business? He didn't have an honest answer for that.
"I don't know," Aang said simply, "she's nothing special to me, so I doubt she can keep me from coming back."
Azula nodded and leaned back into the counter, watching everyone who danced and mingled in the club. They were transfixed on a certain person who wore all black, looking a little out of place. She blinked and thought nothing of it.
Her eyes were slightly glazed, and Aang noted that Azula wasn't one who could hold her liquor well. That was why she always got banned from bars and clubs; this woman was a different person when drunk.
"I think you like her."
"Like her?" Aang ordered a glass of water and gave Azula an incredulous look. "She's-"
"Pretty cute, determined, cunning, not an idiot like your girlfriend Ty Lee…" Azula sent another smirk his way, "really, she's just like you."
The criminal grunted and now his eyes stayed away from Azula's piercing topaz ones. "We're nothing alike."
"Sureeeee," Azula examined her fingernails, "don't deny something so obvious, Aang." Azula leaned closer to him. "I know how you feel about her. She's a smart kid, I'll give her that, and that's what you want, right?" Her hand rested on his thigh, and her smooth words still flowed. "Katara runs through your mind all day, all night… even when you're unconscious of it. What's the point of denying it, Aang?"
Aang removed her hand and looked into her eyes, then at her slightly puckered red lips. The music in the club continued to boom and he could feel his heart beating along with it. Was he seriously nervous? Anxious? It was some odd feeling… and Aang didn't know what it was.
"Alright," he cleared his throat and took a small breath, "you got me. You've read me like a book."
Azula licked her lips and then they pulled back into a smile. "Of course, I knew you liked her-"
"But you didn't read the last page, Azula." Aang wagged his finger at her. "Because the last page has yet to be written; all that's left is a cliffy."
"Oh, shut it." Azula sat back in her seat, huffing.
"Ha, don't worry so much about me and my life, kiddo. I don't even want a relationship with her. Sex and I leave."
"Then why don't you do that with Ty Lee? Hmm?"
"Well, uh…" Aang actually was caught this time.
"Exactly!"
Aang stood up, not even bothering to get his glass of water. He quickly walked out of the club and into the dark streets of Chicago. He was overwhelmed. Azula got into his head, messing with his emotions and making him say things that he wasn't even sure was true.
"Fucking bitch…" Aang ran a frustrated hand in his hair, looking up and down the street.
Now what was he going to do? With Azula knowing that he wasn't returning to work because of Katara was bad enough; she'd rub it in if he didn't come back soon. But was that really something to usher him back to the dark days of murdering and stealing?
Aang looked up the street, then back down again. One way led to headquarters… the other to her house. It felt as if the whole world was on his shoulders. Will he go to the people who raised him to be this way, or the one who was beginning to change him?
With a great intake of air, he began to walk…
DWDSWF
A masked figure snuck inside a dark room, looking back and forth from the entrance to right in front of them. They tiptoed across the wailing wood floor, trying to be as silent as possible. Sneaking behind all sorts of obstacles in the room gave them the ability to stay stealthy, but the creaking floor wasn't helping much.
They slid into another room, peeking down at a glowing door at the end of a corridor. More steps led them to the desired place, and once inside, they were greeted by two shining gold eyes in the dark.
"I have some information for you…" said the masked being, stepping closer to the source of the eyes.
"Very well…" the other lit another candle, and their face was illuminated by the soft, scented light. A porcelain face was seen, and the two eyes started to grow wilder by the second. "What did you find out?"
"He was talking to your sister… and their conversation consisted of him thinking of staying away from home."
"Oh really?" Zuko slammed his fist on the table, his pencils and pens jumping at the contact. "Does he really think he can avoid me forever?"
The masked person bowed a little. "I don't think he realizes how much trouble he is in, sir."
"Don't make excuses for him," Zuko snapped, rising from his seat. "What else happened? What else was said!"
"Well… they were speaking of Hadoka's daughter, but I left right in the middle of that."
"Of course!" Zuko laughed manically, pacing back and forth. "She's always the center of my troubles with him… I need to get rid of her. Now." He looked at his spy and waved his hand. "You're dismissed." When he saw their large brown eyes fall to the floor, he sighed and stood before them, putting his hand on their shoulders. "You have done nothing wrong, alright?"
His fingers went underneath the cotton mask and pulled it off, revealing a smooth, pretty face.
"O-Okay…"
"Stop looking so upset," Zuko kissed their neck, and then lower. His hands rested on the small hips of the person. "He's an idiot for choosing that bitch over you…"
"…"
Zuko made the spy look at him, his lips very close to theirs.
"You've done well, Ty Lee."
Yup. That's the next chapter :3 I hope you guys enjoy it, and I'll try my hardest to update again! This story is starting to come to an end… I say about… maybe… six to ten more chapters? :D
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