Sorry I messed up on the title. This isn't the Runaway. It's Sokka's Master. I don't own Avatar or any of the characters.

I want to dedicate this chapter to all the complaining, plan-making, meat eating, sarcastic guys out there who change only to make the girl they like feel better. Aww…so beautiful!!

When she walked out of Oyaji's house, Sokka immediately knew she was either the biggest trouble a person could be in or she had lost so much honor that she felt she didn't even deserve to look up from the ground.

She walked over to Sokka and just stood there staring at the ground. He took her hand and she looked up at him.

She was still the same Suki he always knew. She hadn't been crying; she still looked determined and strong but she looked different in a way also. She looked softer, more vulnerable.

"Sokka," she whispered and detached her hand from his. "Don't. Please, just don't." She looked back toward the leader of Kyoshi Island. Sokka looked to trying not to let what she had said get to him. She was just…just…what?

"People of Kyoshi Island," Oyaji said raising his arms to get their attention. The Avatar group and the rest of people of Kyoshi looked up at the man and waited for him to continue. "I'm very sorry to say that the warriors of Kyoshi received a task that none of them could handle. And I'm sorry to say that all of the warriors have past besides Suki."

There were screams from the crowd. Women fell to their knees while their husbands bent down to comfort them. They must be the families. Suki stood by Sokka, her head held high. Tears choked her throat but she didn't let them run. Never again would she cry.

For what seemed like several hours, people cried while Suki stood there hard as a rock. She didn't move and she looked straight ahead. Sokka glanced at her every few minutes and he didn't move from her side. She couldn't do this on her own, no matter how strong she was.

And then, the families walked over to her. "I'm so sorry," Suki said to the mothers, whose cheeks were tear stained and eyes were red. She shook the fathers' hands saying she did all she could.

After everything was done and the sun was setting in the distance, Suki and Sokka were the only ones standing in the streets of Kyoshi Island. She hadn't moved from her spot.

"…Suki…" Sokka started but stopped.

"Sokka I don't wanna talk right now," Suki replied. "I have to go. I need to take a walk…or something."

"Suki, you can't keep doing this to yourself," Sokka said. "It wasn't your fault that your comrades died. You couldn't prevent it. Azula is just…insane."

He attempted to take a hold of her arm when she turned away so her eyes were staring at the moon. "I'm just like you," she told him. "I couldn't protect my teammates like you couldn't protect your friend at the North Pole."

"There was nothing you could've"—

"How long was it from the time you couldn't protect that person from the North Pole till the time I saw you?"

"Three months."

"And every time you look at the moon, do you think of that person?"

"…Yes."

"And you remember everything you did wrong?"

"…Yes."

"Exactly."

And that was all she said before running off toward the woods. Sokka knew she was going to the place were she used to practice with her teammates.

Sokka looked up toward the moon and saw that it had dimmed just slightly. "I'm sorry Yue," he said. "I don't what to do. Help me." And with that he ran off toward the direction in which Suki had run.

……

The room was so familiar; it was almost like her home. She knew this room, with its golden paint, wooden floors, and hooks that had extra warrior's uniforms, better then even herself.

"Mommy, Mommy!" young Suki called to her mother who was making dinner in the kitchen. Suki ran inside and hugged her mother's legs. She received a gentle pat on the head.

Suki looked up to grin at her mother. Her mother was beautiful, with long chestnut hair and gray eyes. Suki was going to grow her hair out that long one day.

"What are you wearing, Suki?" her mother asked seeing that Suki's face was completely white with a red paint on her lips and eyes.

"I'm a Kyoshi warrior, Mom," Suki replied proudly.

"Yes, I'm sure you are."

She walked over to one of the hooks and pulled down a uniform. The green dress with its golden thread was like her shell that she had never left, until now. She didn't deserve to wear this uniform any longer.

"It's just nerves," her mother said reassuringly. An older Suki looked up at her mother and smiled.

"Thanks Mom," she replied, but then looked nervously toward the small building in which the legendary Kyoshi warriors practiced. "Are you sure?"

Young Suki was ten now, she was old enough to become a Kyoshi warrior. Well, not really. If she became one she would be the youngest Kyoshi warrior ever, besides Kyoshi herself.

"Of course I'm sure," her mom said, and she kissed the top of her daughter's head. "I'm a mom, I'm always right."

But now, Suki didn't deserve any of it. She had done the unthinkable. She couldn't protect Appa or her friends. She was the one that survived. She was the one that didn't try hard enough.

Tears ran down Suki's cheeks as her mother's eyes started to shut. She yelled and screamed. "No!! No! Mom, don't! You can't go."

Her mother reached a hand up and touched her daughter's cheek and brushed the tears away. "Don't cry. A Kyoshi Warrior never cries. I'm not going anywhere."

Suki, immediately, stopped crying.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

And then her mother turned her head over and her arm dropped. Her eyes shut and her chest stopped rising.

"Don't cry," Suki told herself. "Kyoshi never cries. She's not going anywhere. She's not going anywhere…"

She walked out of the room where her mother had been laying at and saw that there were several people out there, waiting.

"I think she's dead," was all Suki said before going to practice.

She walked over to corner of the room and sat down covering herself with the uniform. She noticed that the room was so much bigger without nine other girls to fill it. Those other nine girls she couldn't protect.

"I award you, Suki, the honor of being the head Kyoshi warrior," the head Kyoshi warrior said. Suki's eyes widened; she looked up from the ground and the older Kyoshi girl smiled. "I'm getting married next week and I need someone to be the next head Kyoshi warrior.

"Ever since you were ten you've proven to be better than any Kyoshi warrior, including myself." The girl named Lin took her golden headband off of her head and placed it on Suki's. She tied the golden thread and then looked at her.

"If only your mother could be here to see what a great Kyoshi warrior you've become," Lin said quietly and she helped Suki to her feet. "She would be so proud."

The walls were completely dark except for the moonlight that streaked across the room.

"What is it about you?" she asked quietly to the moon.

I was the one he loved.

Suki jumped. She looked over toward the door but no one was there. She sat up and looked out the only window that was in the practice building. The moon wasn't as bright as it usually was.

Did you just talk to me?

No response.

Now my mind's playing tricks on me, Suki thought. I'm probably going crazy. Before I know it I'll have my own two crazy comrades following me while I shoot blue lightning at an innocent bison.

……

Sokka hated her like that. It wasn't the way Suki was. She was strong and brave and not soft. She was capable of taking care of herself, and she didn't want the help of others. She could do anything.

He thought his sister was like that. Actually all the women in his life were like that: his mother, sister, Toph, Yue, Suki…all of them didn't need anyone to take care of them. They weren't helpless like Sokka had taught himself to think.

The women in his life capable of taking of themselves and sometimes, though Sokka hated to admit it, he too was taken care by the women in his life. Like that time that seemed so long ago. The night his mother died.

Katara was being annoying as usual. She was pestering their mother to read them a story. His mother always said yes to his baby sister. She was the baby after all. Anything she wanted, she got.

It wasn't fair.

Sometimes, Sokka too wanted to listen to a story about dragons or epic battles in the hundred year war. But his mother always said it was too graphic. It was too depressing. So instead, he had to listen to stories about fairy princesses and romantic princes. Just like women…to make up men that would never exist in the real world

"Will there be a battle?" he asked eagerly, as his mother tucked him into his sleeping bag. She pushed the covers under his stomach and he turned over on his side.

"Yes, of course they will be battles, honey," his mother replied flashing him a smile. Her long brown hair was cascading down her shoulders and her radiant blue eyes were focused on her son when she asked, "What story would be a story without battles?"

And that very moment Sokka's father ran inside their tent. "Firebenders on our shores!" he yelled and ran back outside.

Immediately his mother's smile disappeared. "Sokka," she told him in a very hushed voice, "take care of your sister."

Sokka looked over to his sister who was wide-eyed and frightened, not understanding what was going on. "No mom," he said jumping out of his sleeping bag. "You stay here. Let me protect you."

A small smiled appeared at her lips. "No," she said, "protect your sister."

And then she ran out of the tent.

Sokka ran after her. "MOM!!" he yelled when he reached the outside. And then he stopped, dead in his tracks. It was an incredible sight. There were three huge ships in front of him. There were men drenched in red clothing attacking the men in blue, the people of his tribe.

"SOKKA!!" his mother yelled, running toward him. "Go back into"—

She never finished her sentence. Both, son and mother's eyes looked down and saw a sword piercing through his mother's skin.

"MOM!!"

His mother fell to the ground as the sword was removed by the murderer. He didn't care if got hurt now. Tears fell down his cheeks as he reached his mother's side.

"MOMMY!!"

Katara ran up beside him. "Sokka…" his mother said as she lifted a hand and grabbed his collar. "Protect yourself and your sister…Katara…" His mother ripped the necklace she always had on, off and handed it to her. "I love you, both."

That was all she said before her hand dropped, her head fell into the snow, her eyes closed, and she died.

Sokka didn't want that to happen to any one else. He didn't want Suki to think that it was her fault for her comrades' deaths when there was nothing she could have done.

It wasn't his job to be the sensitive one in his group. He was just the complaining, plan-making, hungry, meat eating, and sarcastic guy. No where in his job description was "the kind, loving, and sensitive guy."

But now someone precious to him was hurting and that meant it was time to change, for now anyway.

……

She heard someone enter the building and she turned to see Sokka come sit down next to her. "What are you looking at?" he asked.

"Nothing, just the moon."

She turned back around and sat back down. "What do you want?" she asked, looking away from him.

He didn't say anything.

Then, "I've always thought that it was my fault for her death."

"Who?" Suki asked.

"The moon. Her name was Yue. She was beautiful and kind and wonderful. When I saw her, she was unlike every other woman I'd met. I met her that night at a party her father had thrown for her, for her sixteenth birthday. I asked her if she wanted to do something with me later and she said yes."

Sokka explained the rest of his story about the Northern Water Tribe Princess. He explained how she had been engaged and how they had just decided to become friends. She listened of how he had took her up on Appa when she had been sad and how he had tried to make their friendship work even though they both knew that they had stronger feelings than just being friends.

And then he explained that when she was born she had been very sick and how her father dipped her in the spirit water as the last hope of her survival. How her hair turned white and how she started to cry.

And when Admiral Zhao had killed the moon spirit and how Yue had given up her life to save the world.

When he was finished, Suki saw that he had a faraway look, like he was thinking of something or someone that he dreamed about often. And Suki also noticed that she felt so sorry for him and the moon instead of being jealous or angry like any other girl would.

She wished she would have died instead of that girl because that would make Sokka happy. She was just the girl he had over looked after all.

She was so guilty about trying to kiss him on the Serpent's Pass now. If only she would have known about Yue she would have never done it.

"I'm so sorry," Suki said. "If I would have known"—

"But tonight," he interrupted, acting as if he had never heard her, "it was like I could her saying 'go after her. Go after Suki. I'm gone now, and I will always be with you, but you need to move on.'

"It wasn't my fault she had died. I was supposed to protect her, but what I didn't realize was that she was old enough to take care of herself. She did what she needed to do. And it wasn't my place to object. She did the right thing. She's still alive as the Moon Spirit. And I'm very proud of her."

Sokka looked over to Suki and smiled. "You couldn't do anything to protect your friends. When you fought the Fire Nation, all of you knew that you could die. But you didn't run away. You fought…just like what a Kyoshi warrior would fight. And now…"

Sokka bent down so he was kneeling in front of the Kyoshi girl. "You can teach me. Help me. I want to become a Kyoshi warrior. Avatar Kyoshi did this on purpose. She did it, to make you stronger and capable to get through hard times. And now, she brought you to us. Help us, Suki. Master Suki."

Suki smiled, just a little.

"Thank you, Sokka. But I don't think we have enough uniforms for the both of us." He smiled and laughed lightly.

"Don't worry," he replied, "I won't need it."

Sorry if any of the characters or OOC, I just wanted to show a softer side of both Sokka and Suki. So please review. I always like them.