Nobody's Listening
Chapter 29: Take Me Away
By KirariSoldier

You held my hand, and walked me home-
You gave me the kiss, it was somethin' like this-
It made me go 'ohh ohh-
You whipped my tears, got rid of all my tears-
Why did you have to go?

Guess it wasn't enough to take up some of my love-
Guys are so hard to trust-
Did I not tell you that I'm not like that-
Your'e the one who gives it all away-
Did you think that I was gonna give it up to you-
This time-

Did you think it was soemthing I was gonna do-
Don't try to tell me what to do, don't try to tell me what to say-
You're better off that away, yeah-

Avril Lavingne, "Take Me Away"

The great hall of the Imperial Palace was alit with laughter and celebration as a great reception was being held for the newly crowned emperor and empress. Advisors, lords, laidies, and various other peoples of high ranking where present to celebrate such a joyus event. Aang and Katara sat upon two giant high-backed chintz chairs at the head of the table. Everyone present was giddy with laughter and drinking way too much wine. Katara looked to Aang, here cheeks flushed a rosy pink from her watered-down wine, a huge smile plastered upon her face.

"Welcome to the royal house of Ara, dear Aangy-boy!" She said as she took another giant sip of her wine. Her sleeve falling down her shoulder in the process. Aang bent over the arm of his chair, gently took the fine material in his fingers, and slowly brought it back over her shoulder. His gaze never left her eyes. "Glad to be here, Miss Ara..." He said in a slow, enticing vocie as he leaned over and placed a gental kiss on her lips.

Katara gave a girlish giggle at his actions, and looked into his eyes. Even though they where glazed over with drunkeness, she could tell somewhere that her Aang was their. Waiting to escape, and cure her hunger.
Suddenly she was filled with a sick feeling. She quickly shot up from her seat, the goblet of wine, full to the brim, plumeted to the floor, and smashed into thousands of tiny shards. As she retreated, she muttered "washroom", and then quickly ran out of the room.

Aang just sat there, his lips still puckered, ready to recieve his kiss. When he finally noticed about a hundred pairs of eyes upon him, he gained his composure and left the room. "I- I'm going to check on Katara, okay?" He explained as he left the room as quickly as he could, his face turning red with embarsment. Aang hurried down the long corridor. He reached the washroom to see Katara slumped over a waste-bin, vomit all over the floor, he hair a tangled mess. "Katara..." Aang said in a docile vocie as he slowly crept over to her.

Katara looked up, gave a moan of anguish, turned back to the bin and heaved even more. When she had finally stopped, Aang picked up her fraile and sickly body out of the room. He cleaned her up, placed her into her night robes, and climbed into bed with her. It was just as he was contemplaiting, he was to be a father too.

. : 9 Months Later : .

Katara slowly strolled through the Inner-Palace gardens, she stood atop a bridge linking the east garden with the west. Her small frame had grown much over the past nine months, her stomache mostly. One hand on the railing of the bridge for support, the other rested lazily on her stomache. She scanned the horizon, the sun was setting,
creating a magnificent aray of colors along the sky. She breathed the scent of fresh Sakura blossoms and Sage Cloves.
There was a slight movement in her stomache, she smiled as she looked down.

She was soon to give birth to her first child. Aang came up to her from behind and hugged her tightly. "Hey..." Katara breathed deeply as she spoke. She continued to gaze upon the elegant garden. "How is my empress?" He asked in a sweet tone, he kissed her cheek and placed his hands on her stomache. His finger splayed across. "Good, good"
She said as she slowly turned her head to look at him. "Wo ai ni..." She said in a whisper as she looked deep in his eyes. "Wo ai ni..." He replyed as he placed a kiss on her lips.

Half way throught the kiss a sharp pain hit Katara's stomache. A contraction. She slowly sank to her knees as more pain came to. Frozen with fear, he slowly crept down to her side. "Katara! What's wrong Katara!" He reapted over and over. Katara let out a moan of pain, her face wrinled in anguish. " ...my-my water broke!" She stuttered as he face contorted in pain even more. "...please...get Rika!" She screamed as even more pain came to her. "RIKA! RIKA"
Aang yelled the the top of his vocie. At hearing her name called, Rika, Katara's mid-wife came running into the gardens.

"BY the GODS! Her water broke! She's going into labor!" "ATTENDENTS! ATTENDENTS! WE NEED ATTENDENTS!" At that call, four sentry came into the garderns as carfully picked Katara up, carried her to her chambers. The delivery of her baby had finally begun. Aang sat outside of her room, sitting with his back againist the wall, his head in his hands. Every now and then he would hear Katara scream, or Rika yell for someone to bring her something she needed. An hour later, Rika appered out side of the doors.

At seeing Rika's slippers appear before his body, he quickly shot up from his sitting postion. Her eyes adverted from Aang's gaze, looking to the floor, remorse upon her face."Well! How is she!" Aang demanded, a new ferocity in his vocie. "Miss Katara has suffered a massive loss of blood, and the baby might have been to much for her body to handle. She may not live to see her first born son." Rika said as she whipped away a stray tear.

TO BE CONTINUED...

I am soo sorry I have to cut this chapter short, and that I have been horrible at updates. I have been having computer trouble lately! love all my reiviewers so much! Thanks!

Always,
KirariSoldier