Chapter 8

From what Kyo had heard, Tadao had been released after having his bending, 'cleansed' from him. What she also heard was that a mob of non-benders had been on him in a flash. The, almost, poor man had been left bloody and beat on the ground. Even though Kyo hadn't actually done anything to anyone, besides steal their valuables, she was sort of worried about being released herself.

Why wasn't she being released anyways? Amon apparently wasn't going to be taking her bending away or anything, so why was she still here. Kyo had been moved to a more... Comfier cell. (Comfy her ass! It almost looked like a freaking expensive hotel room.) And had her legs and hands untied finally. She was also stuck in a bed because the healer that Amon got Kyo to fix her THREE broken ribs wouldn't let her get up. Stubborn old woman.

Now that she thought about it, Kyo supposed that was why no one had mentioned anything about herself being released. Because she was healing. And now that she thought about it even more, she hadn't been called a prisoner, or even had her door locked... Maybe she was free?

Throwing the blanket from off the top of her, Kyo held her side and pushed herself up off the bed. Quickly, and quietly, she walked over to the door and grabbed the knob and turned it. It definitely wasn't locked. The thief pulled it open and poked her head out, looking around the empty metal hallway.

Kyo took one last glance at the room she had been in and then walked out in to the corridor before her. Nice as that room had been, Kyo had been in there for almost a week and couldn't bare it any longer.

The fire bender started her 'journey' down the hall. Everything looked the exact same. And it brought back the memory of when she had woken up in Amon's bed. That day had been an odd one. As she walked, Kyo heard footsteps behind her and froze. She turned and saw a couple equalists right behind her. And... They walked by without even acknowledging her. What the hell?

Well, if they weren't going to bother doing anything to her, then she supposed she was ok with that. Her ribcage was sore and she would rather not be roughed around with. Kyo watched as they turned down another corridor before she continued on with her exploration herself.

It didn't take her long to come upon a couple doors. Kyo liked doors. Putting her ear up against one, the woman listened to see if there was anyone in there. But it didn't sound like there was. Opening it she peeked inside. It looked like some sort of training room. Of course Amon needed a training room. Otherwise he would be a skinny, pathetic, little runt who needed a sandwich. Not to be rude or anything.

Kyo shut that door and continued on her way. The other doors turned out to be a closet and a bunker of some sort. She had nicely gone in there and swiped a couple yuons she had found and was on her way again.

After a little while of looking through doors and wondering about, (how big was this place anyways?) she was unaware of that familiar masked man who had seen her snooping about. Until, typically, she turned around to head back. those broken ribs where really starting to bother her now. I mean, they had been sore before, but now they were a real bugger.

Anyways, guess who she smacked right in to when she turned around? If you guessed Amon, then good for you! You were right. If you guessed anyone else, well then you obviously haven't been paying much attention. The first thing she saw was chest clad in a black coat thing. And looking up she came face to mask with Amon. Once again she found herself quite close to the man. And she rather liked the smell of him. It was hard to describe what it smelt like though. Actually it was downright impossible, because she had never smelt anything like it until now. It just was... An Amon smell. And why in the hell would she suddenly think something like that? Kyo had to mentally slap herself.

"Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" He asked in a curious tone. Kyo raised an eyebrow at him. She was. But that didn't mean she wanted too! And no one was going to make her. Damn it! She was a full grown woman! The bender was almost tempted to stomp her foot.

"How long have you been here?" She questioned, taking a step back. Goodbye nice smell.

"Not too long." Then the man turned to walk away. "I'll let you continue on doing what ever it is your doing... Try not to get in to, too much trouble. Do try to get back in that bed soon though. Before you regret it." And with that he started to continue his was back to where ever it was that Amon's lurk.

Kyo suddenly didn't want him to go. She didn't want to be left alone. "Wait a second!" The woman made an attempt to run and catch up to the man, but she must have moved funny, because pain shot through her side and she stumbled foreword and fell on the ground. On her knees and one hand, she clutched her rib cage with the other and winced.

Amon turned and saw that stubborn woman on the ground and he couldn't help be feel worried. Quickly walking over to her, the man helped her back up and ended up holding the woman in his arms, bride style.

"You are an idiot." He told her in a stern, but light tone of voice. Honestly? Who ran when they where had broken ribs? That would probably hurt. Kyo's head rested on the masked man's collar bone and she continued to hold her ribs.

"I'm sorry." The twenty-five year old said as they finally got to the door of her room.

Amon somehow managed to open the door. "For what? Being stupid and running while injured?" Kyo lifted her head and glared at him as he gently tried to lay her on the bed.

"No, Amon." She sat right back up, and from the eye holes in the mask, Kyo could see the look of disapproval she was getting at her action. "I'm sorry for acting like...like a bitch." That almost pained her to say, more then her ribs pained her. "That day in my apartment... I'm sorry for just leaving you hanging and kicking you out."

Amon reached out to her shoulder and pushed Kyo right back down on the bed. "You didn't act like a bitch." He answered, grabbing the blanket and pulling it over her. "And you had every right to tell me to leave. It was your home, wasn't it?"

Kyo sat right back up again. "No. I was rude. You said what you said and I yelled at you to leave."

Amon let out a slightly annoyed sigh as the thief sat up again and went to push her back down. "Kyo, I'm not mad at you. Though I can't say I am to happy about your refusal to lay down... I'll tell you what I told you in that cell," He felt a familiar guilt for leaving the poor woman in there. "I can't force you too-"

The fire bender sat up, grabbed Amon by the front of his coat and pulled him down towards her. The man was somewhat shocked at the sudden action and was even more surprised at what came after. Kyo lifted the bottom of his mask up so she could only see his mouth and planted a kiss on it.

Amon, while kissing the woman back, leaned forward, pushing her back down. The fire bender pulled away briefly. "I don't know about you. But I'm not about to run away." She spoke. The masked man smirked in to her lips and climbed on to the bed, so that he was on his hands and knees above Kyo.

Suddenly the door opened and guess who walked in? Mrs. Stubborn healing woman. And she was shocked to say the least. But that didn't stop her from doing her job. Heck, even knowing who Amon was and what the man was capable of didn't stop her from doing her job.

"Mr. Amon!" She cried out. Both he and Kyo froze, before slowly pulling away. Amon got off the bed and looked at the short old woman. "'m sorry, but this woman is still healing! You can't be jumping all over her like that!" her voice suddenly went low and she gave him a suspicious and yet deadly look. "Unless of course, you intended on injuring the woman more then she already is..."

Under his mask, Amon raised his eyebrows at the old woman and smirked slightly. "I assure you, I have no such intentions." The woman gave him another suspicious glare before motioning to the door with her head. "I'm going to have to ask you to please leave."

Amon glanced over at Kyo before giving a nod to the old woman and leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

"You!" The old woman pointed a long, boney finger at Kyo. Lay down unless you want to be in that bed longer then you should be!" Ok, so maybe stubborn wasn't the word. Absolutely cranky, was more like it. Kyo rolled her eyes, and did what she was told, but not without mumbling a string of bad words, describing the old healer. The older woman said nothing, and got busy.

That night, Kyo and Amon both had good dreams.

Sorry for another short chapter! .