Okay, yes I know that this chapter was posted yesterday (for those who had read it already) but I had some major mistakes from being lazy and not reading over the contents... So, yeah, here's a revised version :D

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Time seemed to bypass Katara like a summer storm; it thundered and poured for a few hours, then suddenly, it was sunshine again. For a few weeks, Katara had plenty of crying fits and sleepless nights. Her father still kept the "banishment" treatment going and neither Sokka nor Suki tried to console her. First her father rudely disowned her, and then her so-called siblings ignored her?

With the loneliness and darkening mood, Katara was left with frightening thoughts followed by too-real nightmares. Like a few days ago, she had a nightmare that Hadoka tired of her constant crying. He burst through her room door; his eyes were not that mystic icy blue, but they were burning red. He pulled out his signature gold Desert Eagle and there was only a loud, piercing boom that slayed the silent night.

Katara lay on her bed, facing the window to the outside world. She hadn't felt the windy air in a long time or had any human contact. Hadoka didn't even want to eat with her at the dinner table anymore. Suki would usually bring Katara a meal then make small talk. Really, life was just so, so, so dull. Thinking about food led her eyes towards her nightstand. There was a slice of cold untouched pizza rotting away in the room. Well, that made two of them.

The teen sighed and snuggled up in her white blanket. Her window was open and a storm was beginning to brew outside. At least the comforting sound of rain would leave her emotions soothed for a while. The dark clouds rolled in on Chicago leaving wind a menacing 40mph. Green trees and black telephone lines swayed dangerously as nature began to sob over the city.

As the rain fell, Katara could imagine them as little gifts from the sky above. Why should such beautiful droplets land on the dirty walkways? Every person in the world was a monster, especially Hadoka. Her hand rubbed the mark on her neck. It had been a while since Hadoka had placed his hands on her, but that black and blue bruise stood out on her tanned skin. That was a horrifying encounter that day…

Katara shook her head free of the memory. She could feel her tears swell up inside her and if she went to sleep, she wouldn't have to become drunk from her wails. Her red-tinged eyes closed slowly, and almost instantly her mind finally rested.

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"Mommy, Mommy! Watch me, I can do a cartwheel!" a tiny voice squealed in joy before the gorgeous woman. Her plush lips pulled back at the corners and she ruffled the little girl's hair.

"Okay, Katara. Show me what you can do."

Katara took a few steps backwards and prepared herself to do her new, amazing trick. She raised her tiny arms above her head and turned to the side- only to fall to the floor with quite a loud thud. Kya couldn't help but giggle at her daughter's tiny pout; Katara had been so determined this time.

"Hmph!" Katara sat on the floor and folder her chubby arms. "I messed up this time, but I promise that I can do it, Mommy!"

Kya walked towards her daughter, and picked her up. Immediately, Katara rested her head on her mother's chest. A few loose tears escaped her eyes and low whimpers emitted from her mouth.

"Oh, Katara, it's okay. Don't worry, when you're a bit older, you'll be able to do a zillion cartwheels," Kya said as she rubbed Katara's back.

Katara looked into identical ice eyes and blinked away the remaining droplets. "R-Really?"

Kya nuzzled her cheek against Katara's. "Of course, you can do any…"

"Kya," A deep, almost growl came from the doorway of the living room.

Kya and Katara turned their heads to face an upset Hadoka. His fists clenched and unclenched and his eyes seemed to burn into his wife's. Kya put Katara back on the floor and playfully pulled her chunky cheek.

"Go upstairs, sweetie. I'll help you with your cartwheel later, okay?"

Katara's eyes started to water again. But they just started playing…

"B-but Mommy…"

"You heard your mother!" Hadoka snapped, making both Kya and Katara flinch. "Go to your room and do not come out for being so disrespectful."

Kya sighed and turned to Hadoka. "Hadoka she just wanted to finish playing-"

"That is your problem, Kya! You spoil her and that is why she does not listen. I will not have a rude child in my house, damnit!"

Katara felt a little flare of anger lick at her heart. Her dad was being such a meanie and her mom didn't deserve to get yelled at. If anything, Katara should have been taking the heat.

"Daddy, I want to finish my cartwheel show to Mommy!" Katara yelled with fists at her sides.

The world stopped right after those words left her lips. Too many things happened at once and if it wasn't for Kya's rapid shoving, Katara might have died. Hadoka's top blew and he marched towards the shaking child. Katara screamed and Kya pushed her towards the stairs. Quickly she scrambled up the steps and Hadoka began his rampage.

"Do you run this house, you worthless piece of space? Do you pay the goddamn bills? This is why I never wanted a daughter," Hadoka turned on Kya. "It is your fault, woman! Why did you give me this?"

His strong hands gripped Kya's shoulders and he shook his spouse violently. Katara was at the top of the stairs and once she saw Kya screaming herself, Katara's loud wail filled the halls of the house. Little Sokka came out of his room, rubbing his tired eyes.

"Whatsgoingon?" his tired voice slurred.

He walked next to his sister and his innocent eyes witnessed the scene below. Hadoka and Kya had started fighting, and it did not look like a good one. The bigger man's hands flew at the pretty face of Kya and she took every blow like the warrior she was. Sokka started down the steps to stop his father, but instead he began yelling himself.

"Daddy, stop it! Stop! You're hurting Mommy!"

Hadoka's demonic face spun towards the duo at the top of the stairs and he pushed Kya to the hard floor. He stormed up the stairs with his hands raised and both Katara and Sokka released their piercing screams. Sokka turned on his heel and grabbed his sister's hand, and they both ran to his room. Once inside, Sokka turned and locked the door and hid under his blanket with Katara following suit. He hugged her tightly as the vicious pounding was unleashed at the door.

"Open this fucking door right now!" Hadoka hissed.

Katara's wet hands gripped her brother's and silently, both siblings waited for the end with tears flowing out of their eyes.

A couple of days after that family quarrel, Kya was no where to be seen. Since Katara was too afraid to ask Hadoka where she was, Sokka took the opportunity. One dark night, he came into Katara's room with sorrow-filled eyes. The girl glanced up from her favorite green teddy bear and gazed at his face. Sokka shut the door silently, making sure not to draw attention to their illegal meeting. He crawled on the plushy bed and turned on the heart-shaped nightlight next to the bed. Katara crawled under the blanket and Sokka sat Indian-style in front of her.

Katara gave him a piece of her cookie and her brother reluctantly took the sugary desert. Katara waited silently as he munched down the treat. She knew that he had asked Hadoka where their mother had went, and from his fallen face, the news must have not been good. She just hoped that Hadoka wouldn't decide to come into the room. Both of them were forbidden to see each other as a part of their punishment. If he was to see their meeting, things would only become worse.

Katara stared outside her small window. The moon was brilliantly bright that night; it looked bigger than the sky.

"Katara…" Sokka said lowly with his eyes glued to the half-eaten cookie.

"Did you find out what happened to Mommy or not?" Katara sighed. She was tired of the games and waiting. She was a big girl; she could handle anything.

Sokka's tired eyes bored into hers. "Well, yeah… but we were wrong, Daddy didn't do anything to her…"

Katara jumped out of bed and stood before the boy. "So… Mommy's okay? Mommy's okay Leafy!" Katara said to her teddy bear. "She's okay, she's okay!"

"No, wait…" Sokka continued on.

Katara ceased her childish singing and cocked her head to the side. "Aren't you happy that Mommy's…"

"That's the thing, Katara!" Sokka yelled/whispered. "She's not okay! She's- she's…"

Sokka burst out into tears and buried his face into his small hands. Katara pulled them away from his face, and the mirrored watery eyes met. She searched his for answers, but all she found was sadness.

"Sokka… what happened to Mommy?"

"Katara, she's… dead." Sokka choked out.

"D-dead?" Katara repeated stupidly.

"Yes! Remember when Daddy told us about those Midnight Bird people? He said that they killed her on a mission they did…"

Katara's eyes began to burn. "We're never going to see her again, are we?"

Sokka looked at his little sister. No tears scrolled down her face, no low whimpers left her throat. She was completely emotionless. Sokka both admired her toughness, but was also mad that she wasn't upset.

"Aren't you sad, sis?"

"Sad? Of course I'm sad! But what can we do, Sokka? We can't see Mommy ever again, that's worse than crying forever." She climbed back in her bed and patted the empty spot next to her. "Can you sleep here tonight, I-I'm scared that…"

Sokka quickly obliged; he was having the same terrifying scenario in his head. He got under the blanket with Katara and hugged her tightly. "Don't worry. I promise when I get older, I'll kill whoever killed Mommy. They can't just get away with this."

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Katara's eyes snapped awake at the loud boom of thunder. The orbs traveled to the window and there she saw the monstrous storm outside. Rain pelted the glass and lighting streaked the sky a bright blue. Katara sat up in her bed and wiped her eyes. She hadn't had that dream in a long time. Funny thing was everything that occurred was true. Those same scenes and conversations between everyone happened a long time ago. She briefly wondered if Sokka remembered any of those things…

Her pajamas were soaked with sweat. It felt extremely humid inside the dark room, but opening the window would only let the storm inside. Katara slowly got off of her bed and walked to her bathroom. Once inside, she turned on the light and faced the mirror. This new appearance wasn't as shocking as it was weeks ago. Red eyes, tear-stained cheeks, disheveled hair… this was the look. She turned on the water to a blisteringly hot temperature and got her gray washcloth that hung over the bar inside the shower.

She soaked the rag inside of the water and instantly her hands began to tingle. The hot liquid meeting her dirty hands felt really good, almost comforting. Quickly Katara washed her face and hands. Then she brushed her teeth and finally turned the water off. Even thought it was probably close to midnight, she wanted to spend the next day not feeling like trash. Katara left her cloth on the sink's edge and she left the room to get a towel from her closet.

Back inside her room, Katara walked to her large closet and began searching for a towel. The rain seemed to be unforgiving; it was banging on her window now. Where was that damn towel?

Katara sighed and looked around the room. She walked towards the window and dug inside of her hamper. Still nothing. The pounding became frantic and Katara looked up at the window with a start. Her eyes met a dark body and her heart began to race. Who could that be, in the midst of a terrible storm, at her window. She was curious and yet, scared to find out. Lightning slashed the sky once more, and Katara had a brief glimpse of the body.

Aang.

Katara quickly pulled open her window and the rain and heavy winds poured into the dry room. Aang fell through, very stoically. His body slumped to the carpet and Katara closed the window. She was frozen. Aang laid face-first on the floor, breathing labouredly. Katara wanted to say something, but what was she supposed to say?

"Thanks for leaving me outside to drown in that rain. I honestly appreciate it." Aang turned over and his muddy face was exposed. Katara saw a lot of scars and… were those burn marks?

"Aang… oh my goodness how…when…where… Why didn't you come earlier?" The sentence left Katara's mouth unwillingly.

Aang raised an eyebrow at her flushed face and he sat up. "Well, I'm sorry that I had to trek over here with a burned leg."

Katara felt terrible almost instantly. She didn't mean to be so rude…

"Why is your face so red? Either way can I use your shower?" Aang stretched his arms over his head and winced.

Katara's jaw dropped. Wasn't he at least a little happy to see her? Katara nodded and shuffled over to the bathroom. She turned on the shower and let her emotions pour out of her. It was nice, well wonderful, to see Aang… but why couldn't he show the same feelings? She thought that at the fire… he was finally showing her his caring, adorable side. But maybe she was just drunk from his sexy features. Maybe she was drunk from all of the lies he fed her. Maybe, just maybe, he only used her to get closer to the SACF.

She turned and was face to face with the boy of her dreams… or should she say nightmares? He searched her eyes but she made sure that he found nothing. That was what she was to him. Nothing!

"The water should be hot," she spoke lowly with her eyes to the floor. "I'll leave you to your privacy…"

She quickly exited the room and shut the door behind her.

What was she doing to herself? Crying over Aang wasn't worth it anymore. He didn't care about her or her deep feelings… But then again, why had he come to her house? If he really felt ill towards her he wouldn't have came to her house, right? Plus, she must've been his first stop by the looks of his tattered clothing.

Maybe Aang did care. She had to be blowing this situation totally out of proportion. What she should be doing was going in there, and spending every minute that she could with him.

Katara turned back towards the door and a bright blush crept over her cheeks.

Then again, he would be naked…

Katara pushed the naughty thought out of her head and opened the door slowly. He was in the shower and the curtain was drawn. Her heart beat through her chest and she took off her slippers. With her eyes closed, she got inside and hugged the strong torso in front of her.

And all at once, her tears mixed with her sobbed-filled words.

"Aang, I was so worried! Why couldn't you come here sooner? I though you-you died or something! You don't know how much I've missed you…" Katara rubber her face into his chest and her crying became worse.

Aang stood there, dumfounded at the sudden intrusion. Here he was, naked and taking a delicious shower and all of a sudden Katara burst through the curtains and began weeping on his chest. To be honest this was a compromising position and she was always so cute when she cried. His arms wrapped around her shaking body and his hands played with her long, curly hair.

Maybe he'd stay with her for just s few more hours.

Yay! Lovely chapter! Bad, bad Katara! No walking in on Aang when he's taking a well deserved shower ^-^. Kay, do what you guys do best, and how was the little trip back to the past? We'll hear more about Kya and Hadoka later on, but for now, some much need Kataang fluffiness :3