Atashi: Now, before I do my social studies homework (honestly, were learning about beaches…dude, I don't wanna learn about beaches…) I'll write a drabble.
I like teh wolves!
Sokka. Sokka, Sokka, dear Sokka.
Sokka was a warrior. No doubt, and no backchat when he spoke like a warrior, thought like a warrior and acted like a warrior. His instincts were his spiritual guide, logic was his sword, and boomerangs were his many wives.
Sokka was a man, well. Physically and mentally, he wasn't at all prepared to be a man. He certainly enjoyed trying to be a man, his over protectiveness of the female counterparts in his group. He was the leader of the pack (or so he liked to think) he was the big cheese, the king of all, and the dude walking around with a boomerang the leader of the wolf pack.
People underestimated his capabilities, as a man and a warrior. He was more than just the boy who seemed to contradict everything at first glance; he was more than the boy walking with the avatar and the water witch.
No Lemur was going to treat him with disrespect when it came to food, and no Bison was going to land on him, and chuck him into a frozen sea flying away, and no Avatar was going knock him about with his wary water bending, or air bending. Or the matter of fact he had a realllyyyy dangerous staff. Really dangerous. No amount of warrior training was going to compete with the dangerous staff.
Oh mighty staff.
And no Water bending sister of his was going to question his instincts, cause in the end. The Jet catastrophe they had gotten themselves into was his fault, and also his own right when he saved them from a pshychopathic-pretend-do-gooder-when-infact-the-dude-seducting-your-sister-is-actually-a-complete-and-utter-nut-case-full-stop.
And like those adds where a lady sits on her couch and pulls on a string coming from the ends of the couch cushions and finally pulls out some random hobo who was stuck in the couch for god knows how long, and the male voice speaking out:
'She wasn't prepared for that, but she is prepared for dinner'
And she serves her (probably poisoned) chicken cutlets on the table, with her nicely ironed, oh so cheesy mittens.
But, for Sokka. The exact incident was around the wrong way, and the saying, was around the other way also.
He was prepared for anything.
But just…not this.
Katara and Zuko had disappeared explaining they would search for more firewood, now Sokka being Sokka, his mind was screaming to him to tell him to look after your sister! And he's a freakin fire bender he has evil manly powers! HE'LL RAPE YOUR SISTER SOKKA! He always listened to his instinct,
But this time, his instinct was merely speaking, what he would have loved the prince to be.
A cold-hearted bastard of a male, that knew nothing but the splatter of deathly warm blood against his blades, and fingertips.
After Toph and Aang had retired for the night, Toph sleeping her wearily blind, misty eyes and Aang placing Momo on top of his chest and allowing their breaths mingle as their hearts beat together in a roaming silence. The exhale of air as the chests rose, and fell against each other.
Sokka grabbed his boomerang and tread carefully, as to not break a twig, or awaken the air bender or earth bender. (He could have sworn their hands were holding each other…maybe his sleepy mind).
Think Sokka think! Warriors do NOT tire from mere sleepiness. You have to protect your sister protectprotectprotect.
He heard a rustle over near the bushes, surrounding the lake Katara practiced near, he was startled, his eyes pierced in perfect determination, his legs stalked against the ground, and his instincts alert and ready for whatever battle lay ahead…
He parted the bushes slowly, and his breath edged a little more…the white puffs of air exhaling from his mouth, the bead of sweat trickled down his forehead and he saw…
"Zuko…"
It was Katara! She was twirled into Zuko's form, the moonlight perfectly reflecting every expression on their faces.
What the hell was that prince doing with his sister…he watched with great intent, not revealing his location…he needed proof for himself that this evil fire nation man was evil all right…
Zuko's breath came in soft, surly puffs as his face neared into Katara's she looked into his eyes…
Predator eyes sure enough…
Zuko's lips hovered above her's as she screwed her face together and closed her eyes tightly, she twisted around from his grasp and shook her head violently, she tried to escape from Zuko's grasp but his hold on her wrist was extremely, strong. As if grips were the pads of his hands.
"Zuko No!" She whispered
"I can't do this, we can't do this…" Zuko glared at her as he pulled her closer crushing her chest into his soft clad chest, the muscles tensing as the cool air massaged the muscles of their chests.
"Katara! You say that each time we come here, each time we look at each other! Why?" He whispered in a haughty hefty whisper.
Katara looked down to her feet as her two wrists were held in Zuko's grasp.
Wait, Sokka's mind twirled
'They had met before this? What the hell…Was he torturing her to come or something…?'
Zuko lifted her chin viciously to look into her eyes
"Tell me why…"
Katara closed her eyes and smiled
"Because I am a water bender, a peasant a girl with no past, no present and no future…and you, you are a prince, a man with a great future…and a strong being at that…" She choked back her tears by biting her lip.
"It doesn't work, nothing works…we are opposites and we aren't meant to love we're meant to fight! FIGHT ME ZUKO! Please fight me…I fight you…why wont you fight me?" the tears began to run down her brown face as the moon caressed her figure.
Sokka's eyes widened
Love…His ears became two opposite beings of the show…
Zuko put his head up high and sighed.
"You do have a wonderful future, you do have a wonderful past and you do have a wonderful present. You are living aren't you? You are beautiful Katara, and you are mine…" He hugged her softly and wiped away the tears with his thumb, as they pushed against her face softly.
She sniffed and she cried into Zuko's chest, scrunching the material with her small fists, as his hands clasp around her waist and held tightly.
Sokka couldn't believe this! They had been loving each other under a full moon for all this time, and he never noticed? What the hell kind of warrior had he been for the past days? Was Zuko pressuring her into loving him, was Zuko forcing kisses onto her…or, or.
Sokka gulped afraid of the true answer of this situation.
She had willingly loved him. All by herself.
This world was really…beginning to get screwed.
If Katara was penting up all of this, depression this sadness…holding back the tears? He understood that she was a girl, and they were sensitive beings, they had emotional outbursts and they had issues but she hadn't really had another female friend (Toph was really too young to understand, and the fact that Toph was more of a sarcastic person to heart than someone to cry your shoulder on.
Why had she not told Sokka? Sokka had emotions, Hell, Sokka had one of his love die right infront of him…and he never showed any bit of sadness towards it…he did not want to seem weak.
But Katara…he wondered at times where all this sadness had come from, or where she would hide it all.
And now he knew.
She hid it within the Prince's kisses, and the Prince's touch.
But, had the- they…oh good god, he did not want to know.
He kept his eyes on the two figures of Katara and Zuko as she left his embrace and sniffed silently, and smiled up at him.
"I'm sorry, I got your shirt all wet…I'm so stupid sometimes…" She wiped her eyes with her arm.
Zuko chuckled and pulled her toward him for another embrace.
"Wipe all you want, Tara. You're still mine." He grinned down at her soft head.
She giggled into his shirt-
Wait…Tara? That had been a nickname not even he was allowed to call her…Katara only permitted her mother to call her that, and Katara had always chucked some sort of rock at Sokka when he spoke of Tara…where she got her rocks from…even Sokka couldn't question her.
"You have a bad effect on me, Zuko"
Zuko grinned wider than before and rubbed her head playfully.
"Well, you don't have such a bad effect on me" He shrugged looking about.
Katara hit him lightly and pecked his cheek, and smiled.
Zuko looked at her and pouted like a child.
Good grief, this guy was being a bloody softie…this was scaring Sokka to no end…
"What, is that all I get Katara? A peck on the cheek? I thought we were over the stage of peck-me-on-the-cheek-and-watch-me-fight-my-manly-urges stage?" she placed her hands on her hips and stood back raising an eyebrow toward the fire bender.
"Oh really? Then what stage of this are we even at, may I ask?"
'Oh, good…that means they haven't er…never mind…Sokka did not want visuals.
Zuko smirked and growled like a predatorial tiger. He walked behind her and she watched closely, his movements soft, and light as the wind blew through their hair.
He raised his hands to her choker necklace the moon catching the glint it pulled off as the blue velvet ribbon brushed against her skin tightly.
His hands ran across her collarbone and stroked her neck from the sides.
Sokka really wanted to use his wife right now…(Boomerang)
Katara moaned as Zuko's lips pressed lightly against the dip between her shoulder and neck he placed light soft placid kisses against her brown skin and his hands held her wrists up against the air near her face.
Zuko released one of her wrists and pushed her head back to the side lightly as her soft purrs continued, he smirked, his infamous I-Have-You-Now-Smirk and suckled on the piece of flesh he had chosen to be his victim.
Moans, and rumbles of throats and voices softly lulled against each other as the kisses, and harsh sucklings of flesh continued.
Katara's face completely flushed underneath her long, black eyelashes, her brown hair tied in its usual plait as it swayed slowly against Zuko's Hip.
He growled his predator growl as his hands smoothed down her sides of her robes and placed themselves on her hips, her eyes opened slowly as Zuko's hands undid the sash around her waist, it fell the ground slowly and effortlessly as the moon continued to shine against the lovers as the hard kisses continued, on and on.
Sokka's eyes were wide.
He couldn't speak, he couldn't blink, he couldn't move, his lip kept twitching and his face was nowhere near any expression.
What
The
Frickin
Heck
Was
Going
On
He just had to watch what had been going on between those two…what the heck had they been thinking? Kissing each other, touching each other and now Zuko was undressing his sister infront of HIM! Him, the warrior that swore to protect Katara, the warrior that swore Zuko didn't have one nice bone in his strong body.
He was actually, going to be sick.
This was so wrong, no brother of any sister should have to go through this, go through the torture of watching their boyfriend treating them like dough and toying with their bodies, bending them against their own.
My god, was this ever so screwed?
Could this get any worse?
Sokka had spoken too soon
Katara's face was blushing furiously as his hand clasped the front of her robe, and pushed it off her shoulders, leaving her in her white undergarments, Katara hadn't seemed to be wearing her heavy navy blue pants at the time when they had first met, obviously for swimming purposes…
Zuko breathed softly into her ear, as her body shook with either, terror or the fact it was below 5 degrees right now.
Sokka thought they were completely stupid to even thinking of getting undressed in this kind of weat- Sokka shook his head. He was not supposed to be making this better for him, or them. He was more or likely to jump out, chuck his boomerang at Zuko and run away with Katara under one arm, and Zuko's disembodied head in the other!
Not cheering his god dammn head off.
Crap, this was just getting weirder and weirder.
He certainly needed a psychiatrist after this.
Katara placed a hand on his lips, his eyes followed down to her head, he was taller than her, and the fact he was placed exactly behind her meant her hand had to search for his cheek in a blind rush. But, alas, she had touched his lips.
Her blue eyes widened in shock and her blush depend as she pulled it down to her skirt, grasping it lightly.
He chuckled in her ear and he began to trace light circles on her stomach and her giggles were uncontrollable, she tried to pry his hands away from her exposed flesh but he was having far too much fun to even think of letting her go!
"Like that, no?" Zuko whispered into her hair.
Katara giggled lightly and pushed his hand to his side and he breathed into her brown, binded hair and took in the scent of who she was. Katara.
"You know your beautiful, don't you Katara?" Zuko spoke, a soft ringing to his voice.
Katara shook her head lightly.
Zuko groaned and pushed her flush against his chest and she 'oomfed' out of her parted lips, his body was warm, and welcoming many training of fire bending arts had caused his muscles to expose themselves at a much younger age than intended. His warmth, radiated not only a mere inch from him, but you could always feel his presence a metre away.
"Well, you are." He spoke into the air as if to kiss it lightly, and the gods watched with great interest as he had spoken words, not heard for over a hundred years. Not since the dragon and the wolf had bled to death, and died.
"You're not too shabby yourself, Prince" She retorted back at the young man.
He raised an eyebrow and gazed down toward her head and his knuckles knocked on it slightly.
"Ow! What are you doing?" She turned towards her
"Oh, nothing, just checking whether you had a brain, or if it truly was hollow." He grinned towards her.
"…Not funny Zuko." She glared and pulled away from him.
Zuko grabbed her forearms and pulled her close toward him, the moon now was also intrigued with the two's constant odd courting, none had seen such an odder courting of two lovers, two beings than the water bender and the fire bender below.
It was just, odd.
Even Sokka had to admit from his fort of bushes and twigs, and odd expressions he had never ever seen such a…how would one say? Anomalous courting. This was even weirder than a fish courting a plant.
He didn't even think that was possible…who knew in a million years, his sister would be courted by one of the most powerful people in the world. The ex-prince of the fire nation.
He was scared of the children, soon to be mass-produced.
Hell, he was afraid for Katara's life if she even did do-do- oh good lord…sex…okay, he said it. Sex.
He was going crazy. Maybe this was just another hallucination…or, just maybe.
Maybe he had breathed in some sort of toxic fumes from wandering pirates or those dudes you seen in dark and unpleasant smelling alleyways…
He so hoped this was the case.
"I was just meaning, that…I'm not too shabby? Honestly! It would take an idiot to think of that line Katara…where did you even pick that up from?" His grin was really pissing her off…
Katara twirled a toe against the soft, earthen ground.
"Um, From Sokka…I overheard him talking to Aang…"
Hey, did she-
Oh god, She did. She overheard the conversation he had had with Aang about girls and their issues, and how to overcome each and every step of the way to gain the girl of your favor…
Crap.
Hey, wait…had Zuko just called Sokka an idiot unintentionally.
Fucking bastard.
He was going to kill him.
Just after he killed himself, and plucked out his eyes.
Why was he still here?
Zuko began to laugh.
"I knew it, that idiot of a warrior cant come up with a pick up line, nor a humorous line without someone telling him. Katara, how you're brother is related to you, not even Agni would know…" He wiped the tear from his eye as a result of laughing.
Oh yes.
Sokka was going to kill him, maim him, attack him, maliciously eat him, disfigure him, mutilate him, and deface him.
And he was going to enjoy every last bit of it.
Zuko pushed his face further towards her and softly placed his lips on her-
WHAM
"Who said we were up to the Im-Gona-Kiss-You-Now-Or-I'll-Die-Of-Pent-Up-Angst-stage? Huh? Princey boy?" Katara wagged her water whip towards him and she just laughed her head off.
Zuko glared, and whipped his hands through his black soft hair as the droplets dropped down towards his shirt.
"You little peasant…"
"Oh, so, now we're back to the Name-Calling-To-Flirt-Cause-I-Have-Manly-Emotional-Issues-With-Telling-You-How-I-Feel Stage? I thought we got over that one last night…Remember…" Katara seductively brought her hand to his thigh and she grasped it softly.
Sokka's nose bled.
And he died.
Well, in a sense he died, he would have if his heart wasn't still beating, and his brain was practically saying.
Oh my god
The pain.
This was all so wrong.
And he was going to kill Zuko after he slept.
"OH MY GOD GET AWAY FROM MY SISTER YOU FREAK!" Sokka ran head first into the field of love.
Wow, was he a bit late to say that.
OH MY GAWSH SOOO LONG PEOPLE SO LONG! I don't know what possessed me to write this, cause its bloody long.
Man, this is long.
R&R PEOPLEDammnit…Social Studies homework…dammn beaches… HOMG THIS IS TEN FRICKIN PAGES GAH! XD
I hope it didn't suck too much…
A/N: I have to admit, Although Sokka seems like a pretty easy character to write. I swear He is not an easy character to write. He's a guy, and I absolutely suck at writing guys, mostly cause its hard to get emotion out of them and make it seem real, because guys do keep their emotions inside because of their manly thingie maboob. I'm not being sexist its true, they do. And that's why Sokka was so dammn hard to write, the fact that Sokka is the crackup for the jokes in the show, but he also does have a weak and strong side, and he did lose Yue, and I think he refuses to show any weakness infront of himself and others because he has to be 'the warrior to protect his sister' he has to be the big bro who does not fear anything. Sokka is so hard to write.
I swear he hates me…
I mean, Zuko's slightly easier cause...well…He's angsty, emo (hidden underneath all that angst) and he's a seductive sort of creature too…COME ON ADMIT IT! He is a very pretty man. And I know how to write pretty men. Yah…okies…maybe not…
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A/N: Cookie anyone…?