Upon request here's the second chapter to The To-Kill list. By the way I don't own Avatar or any other characters in this lovely show. Lights, Camera….The Next Day!

Sokka had the hardest time sleeping that night. He tossed and turned so much that Suki actually smacked him a couple times to make him stop fidgeting so much.

And the reason for his odd sleeping problems was his daughter, Ling. The night before she had gone out on her first date with a punk named Sheng. He was wild-eyed and very polite. And that struck Sokka as odd.

He thought the boy over while washing the sleeping bags under his eyes with cold water from the wash pan. The boy was unlike him in many ways: he thought girls were exceptional fighters (when Sokka was fourteen he knew that he thought girls couldn't do anything except cook or sow.) The boy also cared more about being smart than being a good fighter. Very, very strange.

It seemed this Shang kid was just too good to be true. When Ling had gotten home that evening she had been red in the face, a little nervous, and very, very, happy. There was something wrong with this picture. And Sokka was determined to get to the bottom of his little situation. That was what he was known for after all.

He went into the living area that morning to find Suki drinking her concoction that she called tea and reading a book.

Sokka sat down next to her. "So the sleeping monster is finally up," she remarked sarcastically, taking a drink of her tea.

"Ha, ha," he replied. "Is Ling up yet?"

Suki set down her glass and said, not looking up from her book, "Yeah, she's outside doing her chores."

Sokka nodded and got up, to go outside. "Actually," Suki said. "I need you to go to the market. We're totally out of food. Please." She smiled sweetly, her gray eyes sparkling. He knew she didn't want him to reign on their daughter's parade.

Fine.

"Fine," he replied and turned his heel and headed toward the door. He grabbed his bag and put a ten or so coins in before heading out the door.

It was a gray morning. Clouds threatened rain as Sokka walked to Kyoshi on the narrow dirt path that led from his home to the market.

He put his hands in his pockets and stared at the scenery. The leaves on the trees were very bright for early fall. It was so beautiful here, so peaceful.

Sokka reached the market not five minutes later to find that it was packed. The market was filled with people. He hoped he could find a stand that still had good choices in food.

And then he saw him.

Just half way up the street Sokka saw Sheng. The punk his daughter went out with. He grinned.

Before Sheng even noticed the warrior Sokka was by him asking questions about the night.

"Hello, Sheng," Sokka said, grinning.

The boy turned around and Sokka could have swore he peed his pants. "Uh—Hello, sir. How are you doing today?"

"I'm a little confused," Sokka replied. "Could you help me?" Sheng nodded quickly. Sokka knew he was getting nervous. "Why did my daughter come home last so happy she couldn't even think straight. What did you two do?"

"Well," Sheng replied, "we went to dinner at the diner down the street and then we watched the sun set and then I took her home."

"That's it?"

Sheng nodded.

"You're not telling me everything," Sokka said suspiciously. "You haven't forgotten that my sister is the waterbending master that taught the Avatar. You don't forget that I know the greatest earthbender and metal bender in the world. And you certainly remember that I know the Avatar personally. And the Fire Lord…but he I can do without."

"No, I sware sir," Sheng replied. The boy was blushing furiously and he was scratching the back of his head nervously. He was slightly shaking.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"I—I—I kissed Ling on the cheek."

"YOU WHAT!?"

Sokka thought. He was only one year older and he kissed a girl that was a year older than him. And Sheng had just kissed her on the cheek. It wasn't that bad.

"Is that all?" Sokka asked the anger still hung in his voice.

"Well—well…"

Great.

"What?"

"In—uh—school, when we were little I stole a piece of her parchment. But I haven't stolen a thing since. I sware!"

People passed the warrior and the young boy staring at the sight. The boy was on the ground, begging the great warrior for forgiveness. It was an incredible sight indeed.

Sokka straightened his back and crossed his arms. "Don't let me catch you stealing anything from my daughter again. Whether it's a kiss or even a measly piece of parchment."

"Yes—yes, sir."

Sokka turned around and headed toward a vender just down the road that didn't have anyone at his stand. But before he did Sokka said, "Good day, Sheng. Good day."

Okay that's it!! Not as funny as my last one…at least I don't think so. Please review. PLEASE!! Have a good day or night or morning.