Too Weird for Words
Two days had passed.
Two silent, serious, thought-provoking days. In theory.
In reality, it was two days of listening to Sokka howl at Haru as he was beaten in many different, creative, disturbing, ways while playing Halo. They had been having a game-a-thon since Friday night.
"Stop humping my player!"
I felt my lips twitch upward at Sokka's whiny scream from the other room, as Haru was undoubtedly pressing his player up and down over Sokka's 'killed' one. Boys, apparently, find this funny.
Then again, so do I.
"Sokka," I called mockingly down the hall, "you know you like it!"
Haru's riotous laughter echoed throughout the house.
xxx
It was about 4 PM when I finally decided to ditch the two idiots having a PlayStation Party in my house and go for a walk.
I mean, hell, I needed a walk. After what I'd been going through?
And then, while I was ranting to myself on how annoying my life had become (and winter break was almost over!), I noticed. . .
Aang. He was but 50 feet ahead, walking his dog—a small fluff-ball Pomeranian. As he continued along the winding path, I stalked him from a distance. Time for some answers.
But whenever I came close, the dog acted up. So I waited.
About a ½ mile down the lane was a small side-road which went directly through the neighborhoods—the shortcut.
After he passed it, I scooted down it, and raced off.
I heard the dogs yaps behind me, but simply kept on jogging ahead.
I wanted answers.
And after fifteen minutes of breathing quietly behind a bush, (ewewew there were bugs!), he came around the corner. And I slid from the bushes into view, but two yards from him.
"Aang," I snarled, "you're comin' with me."
He screamed. Like a small, blonde, lollipop-toting little girl. Tsheheheh.
And, after a minute of letting him plead, I relented. "Fine, we'll have a 'talk' here. Starting with: what did you do…"
xxx
"…to Zuko's car?"
I swallowed nervously. I had hoped she'd never know about that. Really, I had. In fact, I was currently in a silent state of panic.
"Uhhh…"
She stepped closer, ignoring my dog's high-pitched barks, and grabbed me by the collar.
"Well?" she gritted out.
"Okay, so I tried to key his car, but sheesh! Who takes a dingy ole' car that seriously?"
No—wait, dammit! I was supposed to lie there! Ack! She's giving me a look. Ohgod. Mommy—mommy!
"Aang…?"
"Y-yes…?"
"His car is a Jaguar!"
Eep.
xxx
Ding-dong!
I groaned, rolled over on the couch and ignored it.
Ding-dong!
"Hell no," I muttered, screwing my eyes shut.
Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong! Ding-dong!
I felt my fingers flex into a fist, and growled harshly, before lurching myself up and thumping to the door.
I swung it open roughly, barking a "What?"
And, lo and behold, at the door stood 3 figures I hadn't expected to see. Katara, the brat, and his dog.
Weird, I reflected.
She stiffened and pushed the boy forward slightly. "Did he," she jerked her head toward Aang, "key your car?"
I scowled and nodded.
She stared at him. "Aang… why did you key Zuko's car?"
He whined and stared at her imploringly. "He tried to kill me!"
I sneered. "Only because you deserved it, disrespectful brat," I muttered darkly. He'd practically begged for it after the remark he made about my scar, my sister, and my father.
"Zuko," she hissed, "I—you… Argh! You two are just—just…! Augh! You know what? Forget it," she yelled.
"Just forget it. Aang, don't touch his damn car. Zuko, stop trying to get payback, it'll buff out! And so help me god, if I catch either of you two trying to kill each other, they won't find bodies," she snarled. "Got it?"
I smirked. The boy nodded. She nodded abruptly, before turning on her heel to leave.
"Katara, wait," I called. I pushed the boy away from my front porch and hissed "Scram!", as she stalked back. "What?"
"Nothing," I said with a smirk, before grabbing her by the arms and pulling her in for a kiss. "'cept that," I muttered, before nipping her lips roughly and slipping my tongue between them. I heard retching noises from the 'audience' of one, and flipped him off.
Mmm. She may be more pure than a friggin' nun—something she never lets me forget when my hands drift upward toward those lovely… err… anyways—
Well, hell, she's a good kisser. A happy ending as any, except for the brat who's commentating.