Wow... I mean wow, thank you so much guys. I'll be happy to say that it won't be Mpreg, I'm glad the story is good enough not to include it. Navi and sexy pancake, thank you, you basically summed up my thoughts and this fic will follow as scheduled. Honestly I don't think I would have pulled it off good, thank you for your words of encouragement. I'm really in awe that you guys like it the way it is, you don't know what it means to a writer to not want them to change anything, I was very moved. Here's another chapter for you :D
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Sokka sat by their camp fire on his sleeping bag, watching the flickering flames. His mind still whirled with thoughts of Zuko, and it wasn't all that baffling why, anytime he saw fire anymore he thought of the fire bending prince. He gazed at the fire a tad scornfully. He couldn't believe Zuko had tried to take Aang again. He'd been mad, rightfully so he figured and maybe it'd been a bit cruel when he suggested leaving Zuko in the cold tundra, but he'd had the hopeful thinking since they last parted that Zuko would stop chasing Aang because of him; but now he realized that was too much to ask for. It wasn't as if Zuko loved him or anything… It wasn't like he loved the prince back or anything; he didn't even know if Zuko liked him beyond physically. But was there really anything special about him, he didn't have a perfect body, defiantly not as well built as Zuko was, and it wasn't as if he had a feminine body; did Zuko like girly looking guys?
He then realized he didn't know anything about the prince and sighed, wrapping his arms around his legs for warmth. Was there any hope that he'd see Zuko alone again? Was there any possible way they could not fight once in their meetings? Could he keep himself from blowing up on Zuko about this whole situation?
He glanced away from the fire, whipping the would be tears away, telling himself there was no point in depressing himself with the fire prince with 'what would happen' or 'what could have been' questions. He glanced at the moon and paused, thinking about another person that he should have been thinking about instead of Zuko; Princess Yue. He shut his eyes, the slowly fading moon now out of his vision. He had to admit he had a crush on her, he really had cared for her; but he felt the bond wasn't as strong as it was when he was with Zuko. She was too… innocent; he didn't want to hurt her. She was beautiful, even more so when she was a spirit, but… then his mind turned back to Zuko when they touched, when they'd kissed.
He saw pride from Yue that was like Zuko's; neither was going to disappoint their people and they were going to uphold their duty with honor. Sokka faintly wondered what his draw to royalty was, and tried not to dwell on the fact that they both liked him even though he was a southern 'peasant', as Zuko had said in the times before their event in the shack.
"Sokka," Sokka's eyes darted from the fire and his thoughts to Katara, who was supporting her self up by her elbows, lying in her sleeping bag, eyes drooping sleepily because she'd just woken up. "You should get some sleep; we have to start traveling again tomorrow." She glanced at Aang to make sure the young air bender was still with them, and he was, sleeping comfortably against Appa's warm fury side. The island they had stopped at was halfway between the North Pole and the earth kingdom and the vegetation was plentiful so they could eat some food on the island instead of all their supplies.
"I know," Sokka said, his voice betraying him and catching in his throat. Katara gave him a worried look and sat up, getting out of her sleeping bag and going over to her brother, sitting beside him. Sokka hadn't wanted his sister to worry about him; he didn't want to talk about it.
"Is it Princess Yue?" she asked softly and Sokka tried to think of a suitable fib but it popped out of him before he could stop it.
"No," He saw Katara's confused face and tried to explain himself further, "No, and yes. I miss her but… I'm thinking about someone else."
"Who?" she asked curiously and Sokka felt a blush rise on his face.
"No one important." He lied and Katara huffed, a small and knowing smile coming onto her lips.
"'No one' is making you blush," He felt his face grow hotter and he looked at the fire again, "Is it Suki?"
"No." He replied sincerely, to tell the truth he hadn't thought of Suki for the longest time. Katara looked puzzled again, trying to figure it out. Sokka sighed and knew she wasn't going to get her off the subject unless she knew a good part of what he was thinking. And he really, really didn't need her to know he was thinking about Zuko in the sense that he was thinking of the prince; He didn't want his sister to know what that sense was either. And it was Zuko, his sister hated Zuko; the big fight with the prince in the spiritual island was a big clue to that, and the fact that every time Aang mentioned Zuko she would always comment something like 'He's a spoiled brat trying to get credit for catching the avatar' or 'I hate his guts'. Sokka could just imagine the expression on her face if he'd told her he'd slept with Zuko; because he'd never willingly tell her. What would she think? Would she think he was disgusting for liking Zuko to make love to him? Would she hate him because she loathes Zuko?
And what about Aang? Sokka had the sense that the young avatar may be a little more understanding, but of course, he was an air bender, and air benders were close to their own beliefs, or so he heard. What if Aang's culture was against this sort of thing? Would Aang hate him too?
"Who is it?" Katara asked again.
"It's no one you need to know." Sokka replied, refusing to give in.
"It had to be some one I've met."
"How do you know that?"
"I've met everyone you have on this trip."
"That doesn't mean you know who."
"Do you like this person?"
"What! What makes you think I like them?"
"The blush on you face and your voice keeps cracking. So who is she?"
"It's none of your business."
"I'm your sister; it is my business to be in your business."
"Since when?"
"Since ever, now who is she?"
"Katara…"
"Come on, Sokka, what's so hard about telling me?"
"You'll laugh at me."
"I will not!"
"You're half way to cracking up right now!"
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Am not."
"Are too."
"Who is she?"
Sokka really wished his temper didn't get the best of him; he really wished he hadn't, "He's not a girl!" It was quiet then and the smile from his sister's face dropped. He bit his tongue firmly and looked at the crackling fire, chastising himself for letting that little fact slip by him, realizing it was too late to take back.
"Sokka?" He nearly winced at her worried tone. He knew what that tone was and was glad he didn't know it all that well. Katara was very concerned and he couldn't blame her, he wasn't the type to keep a secret; he honestly didn't think any of them could. They were supposed to be a family; they were supposed to tell each other things, especially things that worried each other. In the worried tone was also disappointment, and that drove deeper than the worry, he hated disappointing, disappointing him self as well as others.
"I..." How could he tell her? He refused to tell her about Zuko, he supposed finding out he liked a man was more than enough information at one time of his sister; hell, it was too much for himself at times. But how to tell her? What was a good way to tell her that he'd been in relations with a man? "He..." Ok, he really didn't want to say that word again; it just confirmed Katara of what he'd said. He took in a breath, wondering if he should pass out to avoid this. Finally he found it sensible to start from the beginning. "It... started with that prediction from Aunt Wu." He admitting, knowing his sister admired the old woman.
"You still haven't told us the prediction." Katara replied, a little sourly since she had wanted to know from the beginning. Sokka swallowed uncomfortably.
"She predicted… that the night I was alone I would…" His throat nearly wouldn't give up the words, "Sleep with a man." There was a silence and Katara's eyes widened, a realization setting in, and while her mouth opened once, no words came out; she shut it again and kept quiet. He decided he needed to explain himself. "And the night I took the job at Haruka, I did." There was another unbearable silence that he had to endure before, Katara snapped out of her shock.
"So… Aunt Wu's prediction came true." She finally said a small smile coming onto her face. Sokka blinked. "So it not just coincidence." Sokka frowned.
"I never said that." Sokka scoffed, still not believing anything that old woman had said.
"She saw it, and you know it." Katara said cheerfully, knowing that she was right, she loved to be right. "So it's not just science and reason."
"Whatever." Sokka said, not wanting to continue the argument and not wanting to admit anything. But he was quite relieved that she didn't hate him.
"So who is it?" she asked again joyful still, as if talking to a friend about a first date. "Seriously is it someone I know? Is he good looking? You were on the bottom weren't you?" Sokka was slightly overwhelmed and very embarrassed about the questions, his face stained red.
"It's none of your business," he said in a hushed tone incase Aang woke up, "And what makes you think I was on the bottom?"
"I can't really imagine you on top." Katara said absently, "Come on now, tell me who it is." Sokka stumbled over his own thoughts a minute, trying to find a suitable answer.
"Someone from the village Haruka was trading with…" he said; which was true, Zuko had come on that trip and hat's how this whole fiasco started. He spoke again so Katara wouldn't continue her pestering, "So, you don't care if I like…"
"Why would I care?" Katara asked, "You're still my brother, you always have been, always will be, even though you're stupid sometimes, we're still family." Sokka frowned, insulted.
"Hey…"
Katara just laughed and Sokka knew it was ok then if they could laugh about it, and he felt a large weight lift off his shoulders, though some remained because he knew it was still like lying when he didn't tell his sister it had been Zuko. It was ok for now though; his sister accepted him, and if Katara accepted him, so would Aang. Everything was ok now, even if it was only for the rest of the night, he felt at peace.
Anyway, if you DO want Avatar Mpreg, my fic 'Fire Child' is the place to be. This will continue to be about man-sex ;D Please review nicely
