Chrysalis
Sorry for the late update. School studying for the certification test next week has really eaten up all my time. Anyway, here's the third chapter of the chibi Sokka ficcy. All blame lies with Reigning Fyre because she forced me to write this. Beware of kawaii babySokka.
Chapter 2: MEAN, Scary Owie Man
Disclaimer: If I owned Avatar, Sokka would so become the villain after killing Ozai, and Zuko would make him good again. … And Zuko would stop being a whiny emo. -.-
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Sokka looked around with wide, awe filled eyes. So this was the marketplace that Big ' tara was telling him about. There were so many people here; more than in his entire village!
Katara looked down at her brother, and smiled at his expression. As he pulled away a bit to take a closer look at something, Katara tightened her grip on her brother. "Don't let go of my hand, all right Sokka?"
"M'kay." He went with Big ' tara as she bought new clothes for him. It was a strange thing for the young boy. At home, his Mama or Gran-Gran would make the clothes instead of buying them. In fact, almost everything Big 'tara and the others were buying were either things he had never seen before, or things that his Mama or Daddy, or the other villagers made themselves. It never occurred to him that the reason these things were made at home, was because there was no market in the South Pole.
Sokka wrinkled his nose at one particular shirt that Big ' tara had chosen.
"Yucky."
"Now don't say that Sokka. Isn't it a pretty shirt?"
"Pretty's for girls, not for warriors. Yucky shirt."
"Why is it yucky?"
"Not blue."
Katara sighed and bought the shirt anyway. She could try and get her brother to wear it later.
"Come on Sokka. It's time to go now."
Sokka followed Katara with no complaint, fingers in his mouth once again. The bald boy, old man, and scary almost grown up had left already.
Just as they were about to leave the village, Sokka saw something that caught his attention.
"Big ' tara!"
"What is it Sokka?"
"What's that?" one of Sokka's drool covered fingers pointed to a nearby vender.
"A toy." Katara answered as she watched the man absentmindedly play with a ball and cup toy.
"Can I have one? Please Big ' tara? I promise I'll be good." Sokka released every three year old's greatest weapon, puppy eyes.
"Okay." Katara quickly gave in to the younger's demands. Damn puppy eyes. Nothing should be that big and blue and full of hope and unshed tears! And the quivering bottom lip! Katara vaguely wondered if anyone could say no such an adorable and evil sight.
"Thank you Big ' tara!"
Okay, so maybe it was worth it to see the look of pure delight on the toddler's features. Sokka played with his toy on the entire way back to their campsite. His little brows were furrowed in concentration; his tongue stuck out the side of his mouth as he concentrated on getting the ball into the cup.
"Look Big ' tara! I did it!"
"Good job Sokka."
"Hey Katara!" Aang yelled as the two water tribe siblings entered the clearing. "I got the medicine like you asked."
Sokka frowned. Medicine was yucky. He hoped that it was for one of the big kids and that he didn't have to take it.
Letting go of Big ' tara's hand; Sokka toddled over to large rock. Then, with the grace of a three year old only using one hand, he managed to scramble on top of the rock. Using his, 'warrior eyes,' he scanned the campsite for hidden dangers. The bald boy and Big ' tara were talking about the yucky medicine he bought. The old guy was sitting and talking to the scary owie guy. Momo was sitting on Aang's head, which made Sokka giggle. And Appa was sleeping. However, it was the bags near to the sleeping bison that caught the three year old's interest.
Climbing down from the rock, Sokka toddled to where several bags laid. Quickly, just like any curious three year old would, he began to rummage through them. Most of it was boring. There were scrolls and extra clothes and stuff, but something shiny caught his attention quickly.
Tugging a black shirt out of the way, Sokka found himself staring into the eyes of a demon. Letting out a short cry of surprise, the toddler fell back onto his behind.
The demon wobbled and fell onto the ground.
Blinking, Sokka crawled foreword. He hesitantly poked the demon, quickly scurrying back before the demon could eat him.
But the demon didn't move.
Gathering up all of his warrior's courage (and praying to the moon and ocean spirits that the demon wouldn't eat him), Sokka picked up the demon…
The demon was a mask! A big mask too, he noticed, holding it to his face, giggling. He wondered if he jumped out and growled at Big ' tara, if she would scream.
Zuko stood up and walked over to where their bags were being kept. He had seen the toddler disappear behind the giant bison, and had heard giggling for the past few minutes. When he saw Sokka holding his mask, he was less than pleased.
Sokka let out a surprised "Ack!" as the mask was torn away from his hands. Falling onto his rear, he looked up to see who made him fall. It was the scary owie man; and he looked really, really mad.
"What were you doing looking through my things?" Zuko demanded from the small boy.
"I... I..."
"Did anyone tell you could?"
"No." Sokka whimpered. He looked down at the ground, suddenly becoming very interested in a bug crawling through the grass.
"Then why were you?"
"I-I..." sniffling, Sokka let out a loud wail and began to bawl. The owie man wasn't just really scary; he was mean too!
Zuko was taken by surprise. Why had the kid just start to cry like that? He hadn't hit Sokka or anything to make him cry.
"Sokka!" Katara came and picked the crying boy up. Cradling him in her arms, she did the best she could to sooth him. "What's wrong Sokka?"
"Owie man mean!" Sokka wailed.
"Zuko! What did you do to him?" Katara glared menacingly at the banished prince.
"I didn't do anything to him!" Zuko yelled back in an attempt to defend himself.
"He yelled and was- and was mean!" Sokka hiccupped.
"Why did you yell at Sokka?"
"I didn't yell-"
"Yes he did!" Sokka whimpered.
"I did not yell. I caught him looking though my things." Zuko answered, thoroughly annoyed.
"Were you Sokka?" Katara asked.
Still sniffling, Sokka nodded.
"You shouldn't do that. It's not nice to go through people's things without their permission."
"What's permissceion?" Sokka asked, stumbling with his words.
"That's when someone says you can do something. And you," Katara turned to Zuko, "shouldn't have yelled at him."
"I didn't yell."
"Did too!" Sokka pointed his little finger at Zuko. He quickly buried his face in Katara's neck when the scary man glared at him.
"Don't glare at my broth- Sokka!" Katara quickly caught herself, sending a glare of her own at Zuko's direction. "Now Sokka, say you're sorry to Zuko for going through his things."
"Sorwy." Sokka mumbled; head still buried in Katara's shoulder. "Won't do it again."
"You too Zuko."
"What did I do?"
"You yelled at Sokka."
"I didn't-" Zuko groaned mentally as the water bender sent another glare in his direction. Spirits have mercy on whatever poor soul that attempted to threaten her future children. "I'm sorry."
Nodding, Katara shifted Sokka's weight. "Wanna see what waterbending and airbending is now?"
Sokka nodded, sticking him thumb in his mouth as Katara turned and began to walk away. Once a safe distance away, he looked over Katara's shoulder and stuck his tongue out at the fire bender.
It was then and there that Zuko decided he absolutely hated children.
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Again, sorry for the late update. At least this chapter's over 1,000 words for once!
Check out Reigning Fyre at Deviant Art under the pen name ReigningFyre to see her fanart of Chrysalis. I'll try and find a way for Toph to arrive in the near future. Zuko Kitty will come eventually too. I promise, he will.
Read, review, and wish my luck on the certification test!
Ja min'na-san!
