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Bryke's, not mine

I tighented my bandana and pulled up my hood. Worst part of the night: getting there.

There was no way that I wouldn't go, but it was hard for me to sneak anywhere. Just as I put my hand on the door, I realized something was missing. "Why do I always forget those stupid arm things?" I grumbled, tugging the old armor onto my forearms. If you want to go incognito, digging through old chests of clothing is definitely the way to go.

I stole through back alleys and darkened streets, reaching the back door probably somewhere around midnight. The Madame was in the little kitchen like always.

"Lee." She sighed. "You're here again?"

"Yes. She's here, right?"

Madame looked at me. "She is with her client. You'll have to wait."

I tensed up at her words like I always did. It made me hurt to hear.

"I can wait. Are you making something?"

She had turned back to her stove, grinning. "Do you only come to eat my food, Waterbender? Yes, I am. I suppose you want some."

"Why don't you give up this business, Hyta?"

She stopped at the sound of her real name. Not many people have the guts to use it.

"You are just as good as any professional cook, why not open a restaurant?"

"This is better money. Your friend's client alone might feed my children for weeks. I can't."

Looking me in the eye, she gave me the bowl. "Eat. She'll be done soon."

"I think that getting money this way is wrong."

She shrugged, back turned again. "Then leave. You don't have to be involved, Lee. You know that."

I looked into my food. "No. I have to."

It was about an hour more until her client left. I was jostled awake by the sounds of his footsteps, drunk and foolish stumbling down the stairs and out the front door. Madame watched me as I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and stood to go.

"I think he was angry when he came in, Lee. She might be cut up badly. You don't have to go up there."

I looked at her. "All the more reason for why I'm here."

She was crying. Bitter, bitter tears of injuries and hateful words. She didn't look up as I entered the room. "Aang?" She asked, hearing the footsteps.

But when she saw it was me, she just cried some more.

Gently, I lifted her off the bed, her clothes mostly incinerated off of her body, the smell of her own flesh having been burning lingering in the room. First I sat her on a chair, starting at her face and working my way down. All I could do for her was heal her after. I wished I could do so much more.

Tears streaming down her face, she looked away as I got to her breasts. They were raw with burn marks and rough kisses, making it hard to heal and harder still not to just stare at. She sighed in relief with I was finished and moved away from them.

"Have you heard anything about the Avatar?"

It was the only words she would say to me.

"No."

"He tells me he's just as good as Aang.

That if I stay still, I won't even know that it isn't my Aang making love to me."

She looked at her hands.

"But I can't fight anymore. He has my Love. He won't let him go until he's through with me."

I closed my eyes. I wished I could tell her right then.

But Sokka…

I couldn't. It would endanger too much.

"You'll be okay. Aang is okay."

She looked past my head as I tried to heal a particularly deep burn on her hip.

"Why does he burn you?"

She didn't answer.

I stopped. Looking up, she asked me, "Can't you heal me this time?"

I repeated my question. "Why does he burn you?"

"Because I know he's not Aang."