So, yeah I know it's been a while since my last update on the story, my bad! So much has been going on and I sort of didn't have the feel for typing. Anyway I hope everyone had a great holiday weekend like I had. So, um enjoy the chapter, and… um, yeah… Well, let's get started!

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"What exactly do you mean by that?" Katara said insecurely.

Aang's eyes were far from his mind, so distant and in thought. Katara bit her lip and her own mind began to reel with questions and what-ifs. The foreign tone he used was so indescribable. What did he need to share with her? Did she really come onto him too hungrily? What if he wanted to stop whatever was going on between them before she went too far?

Katara sighed and turned around to get even deeper into her mind. What was she doing! Getting so conquered by her emotions wasn't going to help her now. She had enough drama to deal with and here she is, trapped in a bank with a killer, on the verge of throwing her body at him. What happened to her shell that had kept her sane for so long?

With the lack of male attention she decided to just forget about sex and dates. Hakoda wouldn't even allow her to leave the house without him getting ready to send their allies along with her. After years of practically becoming miserable and her sex drive disengaged, she was nothing. Inside that house of theirs made Katara even more withdrawn. For days at a time she'd lock herself in her room wondering, "Where the hell had my life gone wrong?"

Maybe it was after her mother Kya had died. Everyone in her family took quite a toll… even Suki. But that never seemed to bother Katara until now. Kya was a lovely woman, her kindness enlightening every darkened mood that crossed her path. Hakoda seemed to be a better man when his wife was around, but after her impromptu death he changed dramatically. No longer was he sweet and carefree like before. His mind completely changed his personality.

Could his own sorrow and depression have rubbed off onto Katara? It wasn't as impossible as some would think. Although Katara barely paid attention to aura readings and such nonsense, she did know the basics. A person's aura interacts with those around it, that's probably how she felt so attracted to Aang the first time they had met. Hakoda's aura might have dimmed Katara's into a miserable, murky color.

Whatever the reason was, she knew it had to be because of Hakoda or her social life that never blossomed into what she expected. Perhaps she should have thought more about that note on her door. Standing there, remembering what the script looked like had the pieces fitting together. Sokka's handwriting was never that neat, and Suki's was way neater. Even her father's writing didn't mirror it. Katara felt so stupid for ever believing what was written before her. If she stayed home none of this would have happened. She'd still be in bed, locked inside of her room, avoiding the social activity of everyday life.

Aang took note of Katara in her own thoughts like he had been minutes before. He had never seen somebody so intently thinking before. He decided to speak before she exploded with unshed words. "What are you thinking about?"

Katara jumped, forgetting that Aang was even present. She stumbled for the right words to say as he looked at her expectantly.

"Don't look so scared, damn I just asked a question," Aang muttered angrily.

She didn't speak again.

"Well, um… I did say that I had to share something right?"

Katara only nodded, keeping her lips tightly sealed.

Aang briefly looked down at the floor before continuing. "Well, I know how… um, upset I got when you pretty much tried to rape me… oh I was playing don't give me that look! Anyway… I just don't let people crawl on… well, you know, you kind of invaded my personal space… and I don't emotionally like that. It's kind of hard to explain, I mean, your life must be too perfect to comprehend the events that happened in mi-"

"You think I had a better childhood than you?" Katara cut-in with wide, disbelieving eyes. "Well you're really wrong. I had a lot of ridiculous drama going on, but that's not what we are discussing at the moment, what were you saying again?"

The Midnight Phoenix member shook his head. He was happy she spoke, but also slightly annoyed that she interrupted him when he was talking in the first place. What he was trying to get off his chest needed a lot of courage coming out of him. He'd be lucky if he could even finish.

"Okay, well… like I said… I don't like people in my space when I'm not even sure of how I'd react. This might not sound as tough as I normally act, but… I kind of have an anger problem. I know pretty weird right? Well, when I was six my mom and dad were killed right before my eyes- you're not going to seriously cry are you? No, I'm sure I can finish talking; I want to tell you why I freaked out.

"So, I just stood there, not sure of what I could do. I mean, blood was splattered everywhere; my body, the walls, floor, furniture, just everywhere. And as I cried their killer wasn't through scarring me for the rest of my life. If I remember correctly he had on a ski mask and he was holding some handgun. Then he kneeled down to me and gripped my shoulders tightly. He was saying something, but I was too shell-shocked to even breathe. Then he pulled his ski mask off and… now that I'm older and experienced more life problems, I know who he was.

"You might not believe me but… I think that was Hakoda who killed them. Before you have that random bitch fit again I'll tell you why he might have done it. My parents were in the Midnight Phoenixes, so I guess Hadoka had to kill them off. All I remember him saying was that they were bad people who killed. I was only six so I believed him. So, I had no one to live with since my family thought I killed them.

"Zuko's dad came to the Orphanage I was at and he claimed to be my uncle. I dunno how he did it, but they believed him and I was home free. So… I grew up believing he was my uncle and that Zuko was my cousin. But then… that's when I learned the real ways of the Midnight Phoenixes. They fucking use you, anybody for that manner. If you can hack into computers they'll tie you up and torture you until you work for them. And since my mind was already messed up I blindly went along with their plans.

"By the age of eleven I knew how to kill a man with a toothpick. Zuko's dad taught me everything I needed to survive while living with them. He'd send me on missions to kill people, flooding my mind with memories of my parents' death. So, I became a bloodthirsty kid with any weapon I wanted. And the scary thing is that I never once thought about their lives. I was hurting and the things I did believing never made any sense.

"I was confused and took my anger out on anyone. So that's how I became this way; never letting anyone get past my barriers that I created to keep myself from going insane. I only snapped at you because you managed to get pass them and I lost control. Nah, you don't have to apologize, it wasn't your fault."

Aang looked at the clock hanging on the wall closest to the door. "Well, we've been in this room for almost an hour, and since Jet didn't come up here I suppose he gave up. Either way we should be leaving before the police show up and your dad."

Katara nodded and played with her shaking fingers. "I-I suppose we should…"

She moved to the door and placed her ear on it to listen for anything. To their luck she heard nothing and opened the door. A huge horde of smoke rushed in to submerge their fresh air. Katara and Aang coughed deadly and hurried out of the room into the smog of toxic air. It was then that they heard loud ringing which had to be the smoke alarms. How could they not know that there was a fire in the building?

"Shit!" Aang coughed and fanned the air. "Jet fucking lit the bank on fire!"

Katara leaned against a wall and began to think that coughing up a lung was possible. It wasn't like inhaling a cigarette's smoke; this was a lot thicker and transparent. She could feel the air slowly being taken over by the substance and the coughing was becoming much more violent. Katara was scared and she thought she would die if Aang hadn't held her arm. He was coughing also, but less rapid and deathly unlike Katara's.

"Get on my back I think there's a staircase around here somewhere," Aang said lowly. As he kneeled down some, Katara climbed onto his back and coughed harder.

Was she going to die this way?

"Breathe slower, it'll stop the smoke from going inside your body at the pace it normally would." Aang held Katara's thighs tightly and began to search for the doorway.

Katara wrapped her arms around his neck softly and closed her eyes. The only thing she hoped that would happen for the rest of this night was them both getting out of here. What she had just learned from Aang surprised her. She never knew how he grew up, and yet she was forced to kill him. No wonder why Hakoda wanted him dead more than he wanted Zuko.

Aang was the only one who knew about his parents' death… well so did Zuko's father, but he disappeared years ago. Hakoda didn't want anyone coming after him, so he had to take Aang out. Her heart squeezed and she felt like she was on the brink of tears. She knew that her father was a heartless bastard, but this was crossing the line!

Killing people in front of their child was just horrible. Who would do such a thing! Then, throughout the years, Katara was thinking that Aang was the heartless bastard. Maybe if she had known this information sooner they could've been friends or something. If she could alter the past she would have done that in a heartbeat…All of those thoughts hit her like a smack across the face. The what-ifs and pieces fitting together to finally solve that life-long jigsaw puzzle all came to a realization: she actually liked Aang.

Not like as in friends, but like as in, she wanted to be near him all the time. He was cute no, sexy if she wanted to be honest. His personality began to shine and she knew that he was a sweet boy if he wanted to be. Plus, every time he spoke her spine tingled with arousal. Katara hummed and a big smile graced across her face. Of course she knew Aang didn't feel the same way but maybe they could become friends or something. She had never felt so happy after Kya's incident. Perhaps things could work out, but that depended on if they got out of here.

"Yes! A door!" Aang's voice held relief in it. "I hope that this is the staircase…"

Slowly he felt around for the door knob, making Katara anxious. Once his milky fingers contacted with the warm knob, he turned it and the door flew open.

Right before them both, stood a pissed off Jet. The room had yet to be filled with smoke, and they could see his façade. Katara screamed and Aang backed up into the wall. Katara's arms tightened and she could feel Aang's veins on his neck pump more rapidly.

"Fucking kids, I've been waiting for you both to come out from hiding," Jet said coldly. Even if nobody could see each other, the tension was still thick and they could hear one another's breathing. Jet cocked his gun and aimed the point in the center of Aang's forehead. "But that's no longer a problem. Don't worry, this won't take long…"

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Aaaand there you have it. The next chapter to this crazy story ^^. I hope you guys still like it because there's a lot more to come. Oh and how was Aang's past? I didn't want it to seem very clichéd, no offense! But, okay see you guys lates. *waves*