Gyatso and Kara: Prodigies of an Avatar

Chapter 30- Missing You

The day of the group's departure was an especially windy one. Sad memories filled Kara as she sat on Appa in the middle of Gyatso and Kuzon. The whole group was sitting on Appa in a circle just staring at each other.

Topaz looked at Roku, marveling at how the little boy that held on to his mother and brother every five seconds had developed into his own person who was brave and sure of himself. He was as passionate about his causes as his father and brother were, it was his Fire Nation blood being active, but she couldn't see why he couldn't express his feelings for the girl in his group. Though the two had not gotten along at first, Topaz had to admit that Rika was a pretty girl. Her features were rough, but dazzling at the same time. She looked like a warrior on sight, but once you saw her winter blue eyes, you knew that she was a softy.

Roku stared at Rika, no surprise, thinking of her beautiful features as well as her inability to see his signs. He tried everything; winking, putting his arm around her, holding her hand, giving her . . . the look-everything that Iroh had told him to do. The reasons why this didn't work was simply Rika's infatuations with every other male in the group. She found Iroh's mysterious armor intriguing, and also the fact that she could get through it. Gyatso's kind disposition made her curious as well. She talked to Iroh and Gyatso an awful lot of the time, but always seemed to ignore Roku. It was as if she had forgotten that Roku was the one to save her from drowning in the Arctic waters when she fell on their way to the ship.

"I'm so bored!" Kara randomly cried pulling a piece of her long, dark hair. There was so much different tension surrounding her that it made not only her hormones crazy, but her nerves as well. She would want to jump off of Appa one second, and the next want to cuddle with TWS.

"Everybody's bored, Kara." Iroh said, looking at his hands. They were cold and yearned to hold somebody else's, though the boy didn't admit it. He loved to feel love, just like his mother-who also wasn't very vocal about it.

"I didn't ask a question," Kara snapped suddenly, her eyes flashing back and forth between Iroh and her bag. Whenever she looked at him she was angry for absolutely no reason that she would say. Everything was secret now.

"Well, gee, I wish that I could make a statement without princess' permission!"

Just as the two were about to start bickering-something that they had gradually started doing once the boys and Rika came to the camp. A disagreement led to a little bit of friction, which led to a debate, which led to a heated argument. The argument didn't stop.

"Stop it!" Gyatso yelled, silencing his sister and friend. "Everyone has had enough of you two! You guys are angry at each for absolutely no reason!"

"That's not true; bro. Iroh is being a jerk-face, in case you didn't notice." Kara said pointedly as she gave a malevolent smile to the boy who she talked of.

"I wouldn't be a jerk-face if somebody wasn't such a she-devil-"

"Hey! That's my little sister you're talking about-"

"Twin sister," Kara corrected, her anger evaporating by the minute.

"That's irrelevant. What is relevant is that you and Iroh sort out your problems, so if you don't mind." Gyatso picked up his sister, she hated when he did this, and put her on the opposite side of Appa (closest to his rear, and farthest away from the rest of the group).

"Go ahead, Iroh."

The young prince slid over to the spot parallel to Kara. They were both trying as hard as they could not to look at each other, but couldn't resist. Within seconds, their eyes were taped together furiously, but they had to say to each other.

"I don't know what to say to you . . ." Kara finally said solemnly.

Iroh's eyes softened at her tone. He knew what she really wanted to say.

"I do," He replied looking at his hands. "I'm sorry . . . for yelling at you and-and for everything that you're angry at me for."

Her eyes watered at that. So many feelings flooded through her mind. She shook her head, trying to keep the tears from falling down her cheeks.

"Don't, Iroh." She coughed as a tear fell down her cheek against her will. She quickly wiped it and looked at the clouds above them trying to distract herself.

"Kara, can I ask you a question?"

Kara's eyes flickered over to him. She mentally said yes, and was about to nod when Iroh, understanding her, didn't give her the chance.

"How did you do it?"

"Do what, Iroh?" That had become a habit of hers-saying people's names after addressing them, especially Iroh's. The name seemed to dance out of her mouth and crawl into his ears doing cartwheels and grand jetés at the same time.

"How did you deal with being away from everybody . . .? You and Topaz and Kyoshi . . . you guys are happy and together. We're wrecks!" The boy covered his face with his hands for a second and then brought them down again with a loud sigh.

"Gyatso and I missed you-all of you girls, so much that it hurt. And I mean literally hurt!"

"Iroh-"

"I know, 'you're exaggerating' or 'you need to grow up', right?" He said hearing the voices of people around him echo in his mind violently.

He closed his eyes and wanted to escape. Reuniting with people that you missed-desperately missed-was supposed to be happy and enough, but for Iroh, it wasn't. Nothing had gone as planned.

A warm touch to the hand interrupted his thoughts, and his eyes blinked open. Kara was now closer in front of him, her nose was close to his. He couldn't breathe.

"We cried a lot the first year, and then were quiet the next. It took us five years to get over you guys, and then we bump into you guys." She looked up, then at her hands still on top of Iroh's (and comfortably at that).

"Iroh, you don't realize how much I've missed you." Kara finally said what she was thinking.

With that, she patted his hands and moved over next to him and looked at the sky. During that moment, both of them forgot their problems and focused on the clouds. They would definitely fight bigger fights than that one in the near future, but at least they were half-honest. They did miss each other, but that was only one third of their feelings, but it would take a long time for them to come clean.

Oooh, DRAMA! I love it! For those who want hints and stuff like that, I'll say this: I played a series of songs as I wrote this (songs motivate my writing)

Gravity: Sara Bareilles

Superman: Robin Thicke (as well as Complicated and Ask Myself)

If I Fell: The Fab Four-AKA the Beatles (as well as Girl)

Umbrella (acoustic version): Rihanna

Warwick Avenue: Duffy

Ride Wit Me: Nelly (that was for fun, but in a way made sense)

That should be enough of a hint, right?

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God Bless,

Leelee488512