A/N: I apologise for being MIA for months but honestly I don't know what's wrong with me. I have school and fucking important life-changing exams in December and June, so I don't really have time to think about writing-that, and I'm lazy and have recently been obssessed with another fandom which is also taking up a lot of my spare time. Piled with extra stuff like afterschool history classes, hiking trips and afterschool rollerskating which I will soon be taking-there isn't really time for writing. But don't worry, I'm not going to abandon my stories or this site, I'm just going to be away for a while sorting out the mess which is my life. Again, I'm incredibly sorry for being absent for ages and then coming back with this shitty excuse of a chapter. Feel free to hate me for it.

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A Date With Disaster

Chapter Five: Disaster Averted

Dragging her weary limbs was more difficult than she imagined it would be.

Behind her, Sokka and lover-boy Zen were engaged in conversation about the possibility of man-eating termites. How it ended from Toph 'wanting' a boyfriend to possible mutation of wood-eating bugs—she'll never know. It was late afternoon when they came back, yet the sky was still bright and cheery.

Toph wanted to kill it.

She opted rather, to think about Aang, and whether or not he was man enough to go through with her suggestion. Who knows, maybe he did do it. She hoped so—she couldn't handle another tenth round of let's-see-how-many-faces-Katara-can-make-in-a-second. It was terrible enough when she first started going nuts, but it seemed as more the days went by, she grew crazier and more restless by the second. If anyone—Aang was definitely the one only person who could snap her out of mind-control.

But then again—this was Aang she was talking about.

Of course he didn't do anything.

He probably just knocked her out or something.

"Hey Aang!" Sokka called excitedly (the concept of man-eating bugs he could unleash on the people he hated was limitless).

He was tired. And wet. His was also still walking around without his shirt on. He was exhausted. The last thing Aang wanted to encounter was on an awful day like this was more people—sighing, he scrambled to the banks to find his shirt and shoes. After he made sure all of his tattoos were covered, he showed himself.

Immediately, Zen butted in with glancing eyes, "Where's Katara?"

Annoyed, he replied, "She's sleeping."

"Sleeping? It's the afternoon." Sokka said suspiciously.

"We were…dancing. And she got tired—she's resting. We danced a lot. Flips and everything." Aang twirled his fingers.

"Then why are you wet?" Toph smirked.

"I was…doing a flip—and I fell, in the water."

"Did you, now?" she said inquiringly.

"Yes."

"Hm." Toph turned away.

"I didn't know she could dance." Zen muttered.

Suddenly Aang snapped, "There's a lot you don't know about Katara. I hardly doubt she'd tell you everything she can do after one date."

Zen's eyes widened a little at the outburst.

Aang simply glared, unable to control himself from the anger burning inside him. Sokka, choosing to ignore the obvious tension between the two, turned to Aang and proceeded to excitedly tell him about the man-eating termites, again, ignoring Aang's weak (but polite) protests to shut up. Zen bid goodbye, understanding that he was not wanted.

Good, at least he can understand something, Aang thought bitterly.

The last few hours didn't go so well for him.

In fact, it might've been the worst few hours of his life. His life sucked.

He usually blamed his luck on it, but he was convinced now, his life was just like an entire cosmic joke to the universe.

…

Fucking universe.

She collapsed immediately.

At first, he didn't know what to do.

She was angry—about to blow their cover and everything, he kissed her, she fainted and now, he was panicking.

What would you do in a situation like this?

It would've been a lie to say that Aang wasn't disappointed that she fainted, was he that bad at kissing? He couldn't be that bad…could he? Why did she faint though? It's highly unlikely someone would faint from the atrocious smell of someone's breath…

Focus Aang, you've got an unconscious Katara on your hands, Aang's head scolded him.

The rushing water that flung back over his knees brought his attention back to the fact that Katara was flat out lying all over him. Blushing, and trying to keep as much distance between them as possible, he dragged her back to the campsite and tucked her into her sleeping bag. The thought of dressing her was completely off his head and he couldn't find the energy in himself to do anything else but collapse as soon as possible and pass out. The day was stressful enough worrying over kissing her, the added fact that she fainted on him was just embarrassing—if Toph and Sokka ever found out about it—he couldn't believe handling the mortification of their teasing.

As soon as her head hit the sleeping bag, her eyes shot wide open and the abruptness of the action caused Aang to be flung back onto the ground in surprise, hitting his head on a rock.

"Aang!" Katara shouted surprised.

"I'm fine." He muttered, rubbing his sore head. "How are you?"

"Me?" she asked confused.

"Yeah, are you okay?"

Very confused, she asked, "Why would I not be okay?"

Suspiciously, Aang frowned, "What—what do you remember?"

In genuine confusion, she scrunched her nose in concentration for a moment and thought deeply.

She blinked, "You asked me to waterbend with you today. Why am I in my sleeping bag? Did we finish? Are the others back? Or are they still in town?"

…

Wait a minute.

…she forgot what happened? She didn't remember?

Hold on.

How?

But…but—how? How is that possible? Something like that…you can't just forget something like that…

Unable to answer her question, Aang felt something painful explode in his chest.

She…she didn't remember.

He had put his life on the line, their friendship, his feelings; the risk of exposure, everything—and she could not remember a single thing.

He…he needed to think.

"Go back to sleep Katara." He finally said.

"But—"

Impassively: "No Katara, you need to rest. Sleep."

"Aang—"

"Katara."

For some reason, the look on his face, the tone of his voice—she felt like his heart would break in half if she didn't listen. He looked so guarded, the feeling that he'd shatter through that façade in a second worried her—but she couldn't find it in herself to push him. She felt that she didn't want to know what he was thinking.

So, throwing her questions into the deep crevices of her mind, she nodded wearily, leaned back and shut her eyes to sleep in tired bliss.

The wind howled, the ocean raged and the stars twinkled furiously.

Oh god.

She didn't remember.

"He did something to her. She was unable to respond to me, I believe the mind link has been shattered." it hissed angrily.

"You fool! How could you let this happen?" he thundered.

"I do not know!"

"Gah! Then we cannot wait any longer! End him, now, before any more damage is done!"

"I will."

In that finality, the shady figure stepped away quickly from the alleyway and continued on his way home. His amber eyes flashing silver to green in seconds, his increasing anger and frustration taking his strides into powerful stomps on the pavement.

"Aang…" He snarled dangerously.

A/N: Please review, blah blah you guys know the drill already.

(Feel free to ignore this part, this is just something I put in about myself because I feel like bragging a litte)

Btw: I got a subject award! It's an award for someone who got the highest score in one of their exams in the end-of-year examinations! Guess what I got it for? English Literature! ...Funny thing is that I forgot to bring my literature books to the exam-yet I still got the highest! :D So I'm feeling pretty awesome right now :)

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