A/N: Hi guys! This is my first fic and I can't wait to embark on this journey with you all. To those who don't know me, my name is Nate and I love ATLA with a passion. Fast and Furious is one of my all-time favorite movie series and is what got me into obsessing with cars. I had such a fun time writing this and I hope you enjoy it as much as I did! Lastly, I want to thank everyone in the Kataang discord for being such awesome friends and helping me get the ball rolling with the writing, you guys are the best! Enjoy the fic!
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It was a beautiful Friday evening in New Caldera, and everyone was cramming their way into Kyoshi Speedway. Sokka and Katara Aluutiq were finding their seats just like everyone else.
Sokka grabbed Katara's arm, eagerly pulling them down the stairs of the stands.
"Hurry up, Katara! We gotta be quick if we want the best seats!" he shouted.
Katara got caught off guard while she was checking a text from her friend, Suki. "Sokka, you're so impatient! We were the first ones here. We'll get good seats." she said.
Sokka looked back at his sister with curiosity. "Sis, who are you texting?". She put her phone away quickly. "Don't worry about it, nosey-pants. Now c'mon, let's grab our seats."
They finally found their seats and sat down. Kyoshi Speedway was one of Katara and Sokka's favorite places to be. The atmosphere was unlike anywhere else in the city. Fans were coming together to cheer on racers as the cars blow by. The smell of burnt rubber and fuel was intoxicating. There was simply nothing better.
As the cars began to zoom by, Sokka turned to Katara. "I can't wait to see Dad race. He's gonna toast everyone. I hope I'm as good as him when I'm older."
Sokka has always looked up to his dad. Ever since he was a little boy, he knew he wanted to race. He always begged his father to teach him all he knew.
Katara scoffed and shot back. "Yeah, I'll admit you're pretty good right now, but I'll be better," she smirked.
Sokka laughed, not believing that she actually thought she was a better driver. "Sis, you may be good, but I'll always be better. That's just how it has been and how it always will be."
Katara turned to Sokka and narrowed her eyes. "Okay big guy, let's race sometime. A real race this time. Me, you, and an open track. We'll see who the better driver is. But don't cry when you eat my dust."
Sokka turned back to face the track, confident that he would win. "We will see Katara. We will see indeed."
Down in the pit, their father, Hakoda, was prepping for his race.
Hakoda Aluutiq was a racing prodigy, no one knew cars like he did, and he was even better at racing them.
He decided to take his warm-up laps around the track before the race to get his blood pumping a bit. His wife Kya wasn't too big of a fan of racing, but she tolerated it because she loved Hakoda very much and knew it made him happy.
"Kya, sweetie," he called, "Why don't you come with me on these warm-up laps? It'll be a blast!"
"I'm not sure, honey. Am I even allowed to?" questioned Kya, "Besides, you should be focusing on the race and not have me distract you while you drive."
She saw a playful frown on Hakoda's face, which turned into a smirk. He knew all her soft spots. That damn smirk of his, she thought.
Knowing that it would make Hakoda happy, she agreed to ride with him this time.
"Ugh, fine, I'll go. But this is the last time Hakoda Aluutiq," she said in a serious tone, pointing a finger at him. She only used his full name whenever she was serious.
Hakoda started to laugh hysterically. "Whatever you say, Mom," he said with a smirk.
She climbed into the car and took a deep breath. She was scared yet filled with adrenaline. This will be fun, right? she thought. Before she knew it, they were off.
While Hakoda and Kya took off onto the track, Sokka and Katara watched as the cars began to make laps around the track.
"Hey, where'd mom go?" questioned Sokka. Katara looked up from her phone.
"She went to go see Dad before he took off to take some warm-up laps." Sokka chuckled.
"You think there's any chance Mom goes with Dad this time?" he said.
"Hmm, I'm not sure," Katara replied, "Dad says he always asks her, but she insists that he go without her so he can focus. Mom never liked cars as much as the rest of us do."
Sokka sighed and got up from his seat. "Well, I'm bored as fuck. Wanna go down to the pit and see if Mom or Dad are still there?" he said.
Katara got up too. "Yeah, sure, I wouldn't mind stretching my legs," she said.
After ditching the bleachers and finding the pit entrance, Katara and Sokka only found Hakoda's crew chief and best friend Bato prepping for the race.
"Hey Bato! Have you seen Mom and Dad?" asked Katara. The man got up from his desk and hugged the kids.
"Katara! Sokka! It's so good to see you guys. Your mother actually decided to go with your father this time for his warm-up laps, but I couldn't tell you what made her change her mind," exclaimed Bato.
"Well, it's about time!" Sokka chuckled, "Hopefully, Mom will finally see how fun racing cars are."
"I still can't believe she married him," Katara added, "They seem like polar opposites sometimes, but as long as she's happy, I'm happy," she said, a massive smile on her face, thinking about her mother.
"Well, you know what they say, love always finds a way," Bato pointed out.
Sokka started to burst out in laughter. "Bato, that's the corniest thing you've ever said! And you say corny shit all the time!" he said.
Katara couldn't help but punch Sokka in the arm after his rude remark. "Sokka! Don't be such an asshole," she screamed.
Sokka looked back at her and rubbed his arm. "Jeez, sis, forgot you punch like a dude."
"Apologize to him, now!" she scolded in frustration.
"Ah, it's no big deal, Katara, your father and I give each other so much shit all the time. Sokka is just like a mini Hakoda," he laughed. "Why don't you guys come up to the roof so we can see the whole track? We've got the best seats in the house!".
The kids followed Bato up the stairs to the roof and sat down.
"Ugh, look over there," Katara spat in a disgusted voice, "It's Yon Rha and his crew. I still can't believe he's allowed to race still. All he does is race dirty."
Bato looked back at Katara. "It is quite unfortunate, but it is what it is. Let's just hope he keeps it in his pants tonight and races how he should race: clean and fair".
Sokka had trouble holding back a laugh. "Clean and fair? Yeah, right. All Yon Rha knows is cheap and foul play. Remember that guy who got his car flipped during a race because of him? He could've died! Thank God he ended up being okay. I hope Dad beats his ass and rubs it in, shows 'em who's boss."
Katara and Bato nodded in agreement. Katara couldn't help but worry. I really hope all goes well tonight, she thought.
Meanwhile, in Yon Rha's pit, he had finished his preparations for the race, so he decided to take his warm-up laps. He managed to catch up to Hakoda's car and drove right beside him. Hakoda saw Yon Rha out of the corner of his eye and scoffed.
Why can't this asshole just mind his own business? He is always trying to get in my grill., he thought. He decided not to worry about it and just focus on the track. Yon Rha got pissed that he wasn't getting Hakoda's attention and nudged his car into the rear bumper of Hakoda's car. He couldn't help but get furious at Yon Rha. What the hell is he thinking? We're going 120 miles an hour, and Kya is in the car with me! He flipped Yon Rha off and just tried to ignore him and drive away, but Yon Rha wouldn't let him get away with it.
Angered, he put the gas pedal to the floor and did whatever he could to catch back up with Hakoda.
Hakoda noticed in his rearview mirror and swore in anger. "Kya, sweetie, just hang on tight, I don't know what he's trying to do, but I'll make sure you're safe."
Kya looked back at him, worried, "Hakoda, I'm scared!".
"Nothing is going to happen, sweetie; I'll get us out of this. I love you," he said back to his wife. Soon she broke down crying, heart beating out of her chest in fear. Why is he doing this?, she thought, He could seriously hurt us.
Hakoda noticed the pit coming up again and tried to exit, but he would come to find that Yon Rha wouldn't give up easily. As Hakoda tried to turn into the pit lane, Yon Rha sped up and clipped the rear bumper of Hakoda's car again, but this time, it was much, much worse than he expected. Yon Rha's front splitter dug into Hakoda's back left tire; a loud pop echoed around the track. The car spun out and flipped over, metal bashing against the asphalt. Seconds later, the car slammed into the side of the track.
Katara and Sokka looked up to see where the noises were coming from and saw their father's car completely mangled against the track wall.
They rushed as fast as they could over to the car to try and help their parents, hearts beating a mile a minute.
As soon as they got there, Katara couldn't stop herself from bursting into tears. Were they dead? She didn't know how she could live without them. She dropped down to her knees; her world turned upside down. Sokka, however, couldn't find any tears, only able to stand there in complete and utter shock. How could this have happened? He looked around and saw Yon Rha's car.
No, he thought, Yon Rha is dirty, but he wouldn't do this, he couldn't have! Sokka snapped out of it and went to help the others get their parents out of the crashed car.
Hakoda was all bloody; a gash on his forehead trickled blood down his face. Sokka had so many emotions going through his head, but he pushed them to the back of his head and helped the other men pull Hakoda out of the car and lay him down.
The medics that finally arrived helped clean his wounds up. He was knocked unconscious for sure, but thankfully, it looked like he would recover.
Katara noticed he would be okay and began to calm down. Unfortunately, it wouldn't last long for either her or Sokka.
After getting Hakoda out of the wreck, Katara finally looked up and saw a second figure trapped in the car. "Wait! M-m-m-my mother! Sh-sh-she's still in the car!" she sputtered, tears coming back to her eyes. Bato looked over to the wreck and rushed back to the wreckage.
He could barely spot Kya, but getting a closer look, his heart stopped at the sight of her. Kya's neck was turned and bent in ways he had never thought possible. He quickly looked back to Sokka and Katara, hoping they didn't see what he did, but it was too late. Katara fell back onto the ground sobbing, and Sokka comforted his sister, not before bawling out tears himself.
After what felt like hours of crying and being comforted by Bato, Sokka got up and walked over to Yon Rha's pit with anger overtaking his whole system.
He was going to beat the shit out of him for taking his mother's life.
When he got there, he grabbed a torque wrench on the table and walked over to Yon Rha. He looked up and saw Sokka approach him. "Hey, asshole! You can't be in he-", but before he could finish his sentence, Sokka swung the wrench as hard as he could at his face. Sokka felt calm for a second, but it was soon overtaken again by anger.
A few moments later, a few of Yon Rha's crew members grabbed Sokka by the back of his shirt and threw him out.
Sokka stood there frozen. He didn't know how many times he swung that wrench at Yon Rha's face, but it certainly was more than once. All he knew was that he was flooded with uncontrollable amounts of anger and grief.
The incident flashed back in his head all of a sudden. After the first hit, he tried to get himself to stop but couldn't. He swung the wrench at his face over and over and over again, hitting him after each breath expelled, "YOU. KILLED. MY. MOTHER. YOU. MOTHER. FUCKER!"
As he snapped back to reality, he looked back and saw Yon Rha, the left side of his face completely busted and bloodied. It looked as if a bear had mauled him.
He was thankful that those guys stopped him, or he was sure he would've killed him. Sokka looked down at his hands; although he thought he'd be traumatized after what he did, he wasn't. He almost felt relief, closure. Was he a terrible person? Why didn't he feel anything for that man that he just beat senseless?
Moments later, he dropped the bloody wrench from his hands, trauma and tears overtaking him. He dropped to the ground and passed out.