Vootness, chapta fivezorz! Nearing 700 views as of right now, I'm feeling appreciative. Without you guys, this never could have been possible. Thanks for reviewing (That was sarcasm) Oh, and abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz, we won't be seeing the banished voice playing a large role again. I've already narrowed my next fic's subject down, it'll either be where Aang was actually conscious those 100 years in the ice berg and is actually an evil mastermind (pretty dumb, but I've always wondered about it. It'll be interesting, trust me), and the other is a simple Taang, from Aang's standpoint (Not First-Person!), as he tries to win her over. Certainly I'll have a yet-to-be-determined twist, as I like the psychological aspects of these things. Please review and pick which you'd like, as I need some help. But anyway, here's Chapter Four: What Must Be Done!

Chapter Four: What Must be Done

Toph hadn't been paying attention. Aang had laid his hands upon hers, and it'd taken her to a different place. She'd been immersed in memories, in reactions, in plans. Her mind had begun to race. Are we going to kiss? We've already done it, but, not for real. Does he truly love me? I know I love him, but… can we be together? What about his Avatar training, won't that get in the way? Could we run away? Could we escape to, say, Omashu? There are plenty of refugees there, we'd blend right in.

"Toph?" Toph was ripped from her musings, and she replied a bit more harshly than she had intended.

"What?" Toph mentally berated herself for her lack of control.

"Um, did you hear me?" Toph hadn't, and Aang knew it. She just needed to come out with it, and he'd be fine. However, Aang was certain she'd try to find an excuse, and he intended to toy with her about it.

"Well… uh…" Toph was at a standstill, unsure of what to do. She raced to find an explanation, and, suddenly, she was overcome. Not with grief, not with ecstasy, but with lust. A need, a desire for this boy. Ten years of longing exploded within her all at once, all reason, all doubt gone from her mind. She thrust her arms out, grabbed him round the middle and pulled him towards her, with a simple yelp of surprise being his answer. She raised her arms behind his head, and she pulled his head close to hers, while Aang was on his knees, balancing himself on her thighs. Without so much as a flinch, she raised him on a small stone pillar, so he could sit at eye level with her, as her equal, her partner. She rested his forehead against hers, staring into his eyes, trying to communicate without speaking, without spoiling the moment. She felt his head bob, a sure sign he agreed, and she moved her head forward, while he did the same. Their noses made contact, the last chance to pull out and leave safe. Safe, but disappointed. Before any doubt could cross her mind, Toph closed the distance, touching the lovers' lips. There they sat, paralyzed for what seemed like eternity, unsure of what to do. They stared into each other's eyes, searching for a sign. Toph sensed a sudden aura of assuredness in the boy, an aura of confidence. He grew more relaxed, more open. She herself grew confident at this and threw caution to the wind. They gripped each other tighter, pulling one another into a deep kiss. They loved it, savoring every moment. They stayed together, releasing ten years of ache, of craving, of yearning, all into this one kiss. On the inside, Toph screamed with joy. This was her dream, her ambition. She had wandered ten years, waiting for this moment, and now it had come. Finally they pulled apart, albeit reluctantly. Toph smiled, and she knew Aang smiled back, and they pulled each other into a deep embrace."

"I love you, Toph."

"I love you, Aang." Toph was ecstatic. Her passion, her soul was poured into this time they had together, and she did not intend to let it go so easy. She held on to Aang for the longest time.

"Toph…" Choked out Aang. Toph knew he was on the verge of tears, about to implode. Toph was perturbed. Still, she replied as bluntly as possible.

"Yeah?"

"This can't go on. I can't love you if I'm not even me." Toph was shocked. After all this, everything she'd sacrificed, he was letting go? Toph couldn't bear it.

"You… after all this time, all the sacrifices I made… you're… leaving? Just like that? I won't let you, I'll never let you go!"

"No, Toph, it's nothing like that! I just… can't bear to go through with this if I'm trapped in the body of a nine-year-old!" Toph found this ridiculous. How could Aang be so self-conscious when there were obviously much more important things at hand?

"What does it matter? We're together, that's all that matters now."

"No, Toph we're not. I only have power over this body at night. I can't control anything that happens during the day." The young woman appeared deep in thought. Her soft features silhouetted against her long black hair created a stunning image, almost divine. Aang had a sharp pang of guilt at troubling such a beautiful woman. Aang himself slowly pressed deeper into his own reflections. He was jolted to reality when Toph spoke.

"Is there any way… Any way we can return you to your former body?" Aang was surprised at this.

"No… I don't think so. Wait…" A thought struck him.

"So there is a way?"

"No. But even better." Toph squealed in glee. Aang stared at her, confused at the uncharacteristic display of emotion. Toph blushed.

"Heh, sorry." Aang shook his head.

"Toph, you need to listen very carefully to what I'm about to tell you." Aang felt he needed to do that himself, he just couldn't take his eyes off of Toph.

"I'm all ears."

"Toph, no matter what I say, do you trust me?"

"With my life." Aang sighed. He was afraid she'd say that.

"Toph, we've got to kill the most powerful man in the world."

Whoa. I totally didn't expect that. Seriously, I was gonna keep it inside the Water Tribe, and wrap it up next chapter or so. Wtf have I done? Looks like you guys will be getting a hell of a lot more story. I apologize for the shortness, but there's really no filler I can use in this, and I needed to stop at a cliffhanger. Like always. I have no idea where I'm gonna go with this, so expect plot holes and inconsistencies galore. I hope you guys like the fluffiness. Notice how I made it drag on forever? Took like a page. I was gonna make it really graphic (NO INTERCOURSE), but I decided I would leave it to your sick minds what to do with the nine year old child. You know what? Forget all that stuff about new fanfics, guys. Now just review for this. I know a lot of you will be pissed off about how I took a Hollywood-esque twist, but hey, I like this. I drastically changed the writing style in this one, much closer to lolilaughed's uber-descriptive writing, instead of my usual dialogue-and-action style writing. So that's why I'll never be a novelist. Lolilaughed needs to get her sorry ass away from vacation and confine herself to her computer desk, like I have. I… need… updates!

Aang: So guys, R&R!

Toph: Dude, wtf, I can't believe he's been reduced to this.

Aang: I'm certain he's delaying the inevitable posting and going to FlyFF.

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