Well, no one seems to be reading these really, but I'll keep posting anyway. This one is my favorite. And completely humorous. So enjoy!
Dislcaimer: I don't own Avatar. Hereforth, I will cease to disclaim because everyone knows it's not mine.
Of course, thanks are due to Liselle129 for correcting all of my dumb mistakes.
He had been walking down the street, minding his own business. Katara had wanted a mango, and – since it's insane to argue with a menstruating teenage girl – he promptly went to buy one. The song wasn't particularly memorable when he heard it. It was just another sound assaulting him in the busy marketplace. Not even sure of who was singing it, he didn't even register the words or melody.
Well, he thought he hadn't. He simply continued on his way to their current residence in the Upper Ring and presented the mango to his crazy sister, completely unaware of the song running through his mind.
-The Song of Sokka-
After finishing the evening meal – the mango uneaten – the gang relaxed around the main room. Aang and Katara were playing a friendly game of Pai Sho, at which the Avatar was soundly winning. Toph was amusing herself by teasing Momo, sliding a pebble all over the room. The rock circled each person at least a few times before climbing the wall, the lemur always a second too slow to catch it. Sokka steadily scraped his boomerang, only partially paying attention to the sharpness of the weapon. Observing Momo futilely trying to capture the rock and Katara challenging Aang to a rematch took up most of his interest.
He didn't even realize that he was humming until Toph pointed it out.
"I am not humming. And I do not have a girly voice!" he said indignantly. Aang managed to choke back a chuckle – a fact that was not lost on Sokka. He was about to say something about it when he saw Katara's wide smile. Narrowing his eyes, he looked back and forth between his friends.
He sighed, accepting the fact wryly. "I was humming, wasn't I?" The others nodded. "What song?"
Toph shrugged. "Not one that I know." Momo took advantage of her lapse in concentration and pounced. Proudly, he carried his prize over to Aang and displayed it in his furry little paws.
"Don't worry, Sokka," the airbender grinned. "We won't tell anyone that you sing like a girl." This made Katara giggle and Sokka grit his teeth.
Oh, real clever, Flyboy, he thought. But he went back to his boomerang without comment, letting out a huff to make sure everyone knew he was annoyed.
Silence once again took over, broken only by the chatter from Momo as he chased another rock. Occasionally Aang or Katara would acknowledge a good strategy employed by the other. Sokka continued to watch everything.
Before he knew it, the scraping of the boomerang morphed into a beat. A steady beat that he came close to humming to. He muttered darkly to himself.
"Singing again, Sokka?" his sister asked, a smirk on her face. He shot her a glare.
"No."
"Of course, you weren't, Snoozles," Toph remarked.
Frustrated, he stood up and dusted off his clean clothes. He made his way to his bedroom without a word. Sokka was congratulating himself on being so mature in his silence when he heard Katara's last comment:
"He prefers to sing without an audience."
"Shut up!" He furiously shouted before sliding his door shut with a bang. He could hear their amused laughter.
Realizing that he had nothing to do – he'd left his weapons in the other room – he groaned and flopped onto the bed.
So much for maturity, he thought disgustedly.
-The Song of Sokka-
10:31 P.M.
The house had been quiet for quite some time before Sokka left his room. Everyone else was asleep because of their early mornings, but the warrior hadn't yet felt tired. In fact, he was hungry. Or bored. Sometimes he couldn't tell the difference. Either way, he slid his door open softly and tiptoed to the kitchen.
Humming sotto voce, Sokka snitched a loaf of bread and quietly returned to his room. Once there, he made short work of the snack. Then he burrowed under his blankets, satisfied.
"… Ba Sing Se." He mumbled the end of the song – or at least the end of what he knew – and closed his eyes.
-The Song of Sokka-
11:22 P.M.
This was ridiculous!
Sokka squirmed in his bed, trying once again to fall asleep. He'd been awake all night. Of course, it had only been a short amount of time, but it seemed infinite. That stupid song kept playing in his mind's ear. And it wouldn't stop!
Rolling over onto his stomach, he punched his pillow in frustration. Then he jumped out of bed and began to pace.
Pacing was good. Pacing helped him think.
Except he didn't want to think. He wanted to sleep. Sokka let out an incomprehensible sound, grunted furiously, and threw himself on the bed.
Almost angrily, he spat out each word. "It's a long, long way to Ba Sing Se…"
-The Song of Sokka-
1:03 A.M.
Having not succeeded in sleeping, Sokka had slipped into the living room to retrieve his boomerang. Sharpening it calmed him, cleared his mind of inane thoughts. Like that idiotic song. He wasn't going to sing that tune anymore, no siree. It was just him and his boomerang.
Scrape.
That was all he was thinking about.
Scrape.
Just the methodical sound of rock on metal.
Scrape.
No silly songs for him.
Scrape.
Suddenly, the sound of the sharpening became the rhythm of the song. Again. Sokka stood abruptly from his spot on the floor, softly shouting an unintelligible word that sounded suspiciously like "Erg", tossed his boomerang aside, and fell on his bed.
"It's a long, long way to Ba Sing Se, but the girls in the city, they look so pretty…" He buried his face in his pillow, and the rest was muffled beyond recognition.
-The Song of Sokka-
2:17 A.M.
The house was quiet. No one was awake.
Except Sokka. Well, his mind was awake, but he was lying as still as possible. He was hoping to fool his brain into thinking he was asleep. Just because it hadn't worked for the previous hour didn't mean it wouldn't ever succeed.
He sighed and rolled onto his side. It was a dumb idea, he knew that, but he was getting desperate. Well, actually, he was getting bored. Nothing had happened in the past four hours and he doubted that the pillow beneath his head would suddenly come to life and dance for him.
Spirits, he was bored!
Sometime in the last thirty minutes, he'd resigned himself to the never-ending night. He'd stayed awake all night once before. Now that he knew he wouldn't fall asleep in his soup the next day, he'd also calmly accepted that he probably wouldn't nod off anytime soon.
Sokka's brain felt like mush. He'd counted 1,372 sheep-pigs before giving up on that idea. He'd told himself three bedtime stories and sung fourteen lullabies. Of course, that annoying song was still bouncing around in his thoughts and it interrupted everything he tried.
Sighing, he began to mutter, "It's a long, long way to Ba Sing Se, but the girls in the city, they look so pretty. They kiss so sweet that you've really got to meet…"
-The Song of Sokka-
3:54 A.M.
Sokka crashed his imaginary cymbals, practically hearing the reverberations in his mind's ears.
He belted out the last line, punctuating each pause between words with a crash from the cymbals. "The girls. From. Ba. Sing. Se!"
Holding the last note as long as he possible could, he ended the song with a complicated beat on the invisible drum set. As he finally took a breath, the imaginary drum solo continued, now complete with sound effects from Sokka. The beat went on loudly for a few moments.
Because his eyes were closed in concentration, he didn't see the rock flying at his head. Completely off guard, the collision laid him flat. Shaking his head and blinking his eyes, he returned to a sitting position on the floor at the foot of his bed. He located the chink in the wall across from him and stared at it. The stone obviously came from there.
"Toph," he said, narrowing his eyes. The earth wall swirled, and a hole twisted open in front of him. A dirty face pushed through the gap.
"Do you mind shutting up, Snoozles? Some of us are trying to sleep!" Toph hissed loudly.
Sokka shrugged. "I can't sleep. There's a song stuck in my head."
"Well, then just stop thinking! That shouldn't be hard for you!" Toph retreated to her own room, and the stone twisted back into a smooth, flat wall.
Sokka watched it for another second, half expecting to be knocked down again by another flying pebble. Then he climbed into bed, pulled the covers to his chin, and closed his eyes. He stopped thinking. He didn't fall asleep immediately, but the song seemed to soothe his mind now. When he did sleep, he had strange dreams about his boomerang playing Pai Sho, flying rocks, and dancing girls from Ba Sing Se.
It's simply too much fun to torture Sokka. But what did you think of it? Was it horrible? Did it make you laugh? I would really love to know. Hopefully I'll receive more than three reviews on this one, seeing as how it's turned into some terrible pattern. Anyway, let me know what you think! And tune in next time for another installment of... The Avatar Files!
