Still Don't own Avatar. Just rub it in,won't you?

Also, if anyone reading this hasn't read Steam, you might want to.

Kisa is still mine, bitches. .

He had a small, round button nose. His skin was like a gallon of milk, with 2 cups of coffee poured into it, a creamy, pale brown. His hair, even for someone so young, was black and thick.His eyes had shifted from newborn blue to a pale, sickly green, and slowly all the blue faded out entirely to a clear, crisp yellow. I gave him a long name, because it seemed to fit him.

Nasuritsukeru.

It wasn't a reall name, but it was one of the few words in the Fire nation's ancient language that I had looked for shortly after returning to Aang and Sokka. It meant, to blame another, and it suited my child so well. I called him Nasu for short, and as far as the others knew, Nasu was his real, and only, name. They had all guessed how I came to carry him, and when he was born, sickly, and at least 3 months early, it was all the more clear. He was a happy, if small child. But who can really tell at 4, technically 1, months old? The only clothing we had for him was the horribly managled tarp that was supposed to be for the tent...Sokka had sewn it into a bag-like thing, and cut leg and arm holes into it, proudly handing it to me as if he had spun gold.Scarred for my baby's safty, and my own, I tore it back into it's cloth state, and kept him in swadling clothing.The tarp was waterproof, so changing him was not a problem.

When I was pregnant, everyone believed me and Sokka to be a young couple, and for the sake of our honor we didn't correct them. We played the lying game, getting admiration rather than scorn when we went shopping. A young couple get's better deals at the market than a bastard-bearing wench, her brother and third young man. Aang, went into himself a bit. He played the role of ignorant child, yet I could tell he was devestated. He helped me the best he could, one time claiming I was a choosen mother of the next Avatar or something, and making a big scene to get us rooms at a full hotel. We slept in the barn.

Nasu was born in a small rain forest, during a light rain storm. I passed out a few times from the pain, and Sokka had to leave more than once to go throw up somewhere, or so Aang claims. I won't forget, having been forced 3 bottles of sake, and my drunken, birthing self, looking up over my huge stomache to see Aang, bending the rain to cleaning off little Nasu, the looking up to smile at me and tell me it was a boy. The last thing I rembered wondering, was if Aang's hair ever grew back. I didn't name Nasu-chan until after I regained conciousness, the afternoon following his actual birth.I rembered the word I used to name him, because I had asked an old firenation imigrant, who ran a small scroll shop at the market about a week before. He wasn't in his right mind anymore, but he knew enough to tell me what I wanted to know.

"Eh?"

" I need a word...or words."

"For your baby,eh? Special one, that one'll be. He's early though...by about a year..." The old man said, snorting. "It'll take awhile for 'im to grow."
"What is the word fo-" I had sia,d trying to ignore his somewhat fritening comments.

"Nasuritsukeru. Long, but it gets the job done. Nick name him, or something." The man had, said, and he had immeadiatly fallen asleep, sitting up.

From then on I avoided scroll shops.

END, R+R please, and I have 5 words to say...

A full word page, bitches.

Ha! . Thanks for reading!