I'm kinda disappointed. There were not many reviews on this, and yet I worked so hard on it. I would like, whoever is reading, to please comment and tell your opinion. Without the motivation and/or critique, I fell kinda depressed writing this.

Disclaimer: ATLA belongs to the fantastic, glorious minds of the creators (whose names are too valuable and utterly powerful to mention through my mere mortal lips).

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AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER

The Unknown Elements; The Spirit in Azula

Chapter Four: Missed Opportunities

The warden was once again circling my metal chair, bloody knife in hand.

Okay, I know I was supposed to be scared, but it was starting to get old, alright?

"So… I never got your name, young one," the warden cooed. He flipped the dagger in his hand, stained with fresh crimson from my newly wounded cheek.

"What, are you writing a book?"

The man once again began to wipe the blood off of his blade. "Well, I thought if we were going to be in here a while, I might as well know a little about you."

I scoffed. "Yeah. Because you're such a considerate person."

"Maybe I am." He shrugged, and studied his knife as if it were the most interesting thing on the planet. "So, if you won't tell me your name, will you tell me what nation you came from?"

"I don't have a nation." I glanced away. "Not one that you would now of, anyways."

"Are you a nomad?"

"I guess you could say that."

He nodded thoughtfully. "Interesting." He tucked the handkerchief in his pocket, and put a gnarly hand on my shoulder. "So what would you know of a boy named Shinya?"

My head shot up to look at the man. What? Did they find out? "How would you know about Shinya?"

"Ah, so you do know him." He bent down, and I felt his breath on my ear. "You see, I am not who you think I am, little one. I may look so, but I am not."

"So who are you then?"

He put a huge hand under my jaw, and wrenched my skull to look at him. His eyes were a striking coal black.

Wait- coal black? Weren't they grey yesterday?

A smirk crept onto his lips. "You don't want to know." A flash of silver passed through his irises, before he tossed my head aside.

He straightened up, and pivoted on his heels. "I'm going to leave you in here for a while. If you want to stay alive, then you will tell me where your boyfriend is."

"He's my fiancé, smart butt." I looked away. "Or, was." I did my best to hold back the tears that were threatening to come.

He glanced over his shoulder at me with interest. "Was?"

"Why would you care?"

He turned, and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Because I'm such a considerate person." Then he walked through the open entryway, and slammed the iron door behind him. I could hear the clicking of locks.

I waited for a couple minutes, and looked down at the leather straps bounding my hands and feet. They were tight; but just like any kind of material, they could be stretched.

I began to flex my arm muscles. Flex; unflex. Flex; unflex. I could feel the slightest loosening of the bounds.

I smiled in relief and triumph.

It was working.

Xxx

"Toph, stop fidgeting. I need to get this last ribbon sewn."

The earthbender sighed, and puffed at a strand of ink-black hair. "Why you didn't just get the servants to do the stupid dresses?"

Katara plucked a pin from in between her teeth. "I'm making the bridesmaid gowns as a wedding present. Besides, the ones Mai showed us didn't fit."

Toph rolled her glazed eyes. "Next thing you know, you'll be doing Sokka and Aang's outfit, too."

Katara paused her sewing, and tapped her chin in thought. "You know, that isn't a bad idea!"

"I was kidding."

Katara rolled her eyes and sighed, and poked the needle through the crimson fabric. "Toph, I need to get these done by the end of the week. Can you at least try to cooperate?"

Toph huffed. "Whatever."

The earthbender was standing up on a platform, her arms out like an airplane, Katara working on sewing a ribbon around her waist. Both girls were grumpy, Toph because she hated dresses, and Katara because the girl in the ruffles would not stop moving. It was starting to get on her last nerves.

There was a knock on the door, the muffled sound making Katara spit the pins out of her mouth in a shower of needles and yell, "Come on in!"

The door creaked open, and Sokka's head popped in from behind the dark wood. "Guess who's heeee-eere?" he chanted in a singsong voice.

Toph rolled her glazed, bluish-green eyes. "Snoozles, cut the crap. You're not funny, in the least bit."

"Hey! I'm plenty funny!"

Toph smirked, and tossed her head to flick a piece of hair from her face. "Yeah, you are REALLY amusing and witty, Sokka. Just keep on telling everybody that, and they'll eventually believe you."

Katara picked up the fallen pins with one hand, the other holding the ribbon she was stitching in place. She clamped the slivers of metal between her teeth, and spoke through the pinpricks, her voice muffled. "So who's here?"

Her brother grinned widely, and tossed open the door with one arm, obviously pleased with his nonchalance.

A girl with short brown hair, a melodious giggle, and unmistakable red and white makeup stepped into the room. "Hey, guys."

Joy whooshed from Katara's stomach to her toes, her eyes wide with surprise and wonder. The needles once again fell from her mouth, and her lips broke out into a grin-until-your-every-freaking-muscle-in-your-face-hurts-like-crap smile. "Suki!"

The Kyoshi warrior giggled, and went up to hug her friend. "Oh, Katara, it's so good to see you! Oh, look at you; you've haven't changed a bit!"

Katara laughed, her heart practically filled to the brim with happiness. "Well, I see you've adopted you old style back!" She chuckled as she hugged Suki unmercifully.

Suki giggled, and wrapped her arms around her almost-sister. "Well, the saying 'out with the old and in with the new' so doesn't work for me," she exclaimed as they separated.

Both of the girls enveloped into yet another warm, friendly hug, fawning over how pretty they were, how long Katara's dark brown tresses were, and then hugging each other again, showering their fellow friend in even more over-friendly comments.

Sokka shuddered, watching his sister and his girlfriend talk and laugh very… girlishly. "Ugh. So sappy. I'll never get girls. I mean, Katara's hair has grown a couple inches. So what? It's only been six months!"

Toph, obviously grumpy because of the fat, irritating, not-yet-sewn ribbon hanging from her waist, snapped back at the tribesman, "And what part of you and Suki sucking each other's faces off isn't sappy? Please, do tell, because I have seemed to miss that certain piece of valuable information that just has to be addressed."

The teenager's face immediately turned bright red.

Toph smirked. "That's what I thought."

Katara pulled away from Suki yet again, and grinned. "Well, we need to discuss a couple things… like what your bridesmaid dress is going to be like!"

Suki's brown eyes suddenly lit up with a sparkle. "Really? Mai's picked me to be a bridesmaid?"

"Yes, and I'm doing the dresses as a wedding present."

Suki clapped her hands in delight. "What a great idea!"

Katara smiled, and turned to Toph, who was still on the platform. "Toph, you can change back into your regular clothes now. I'll work on the ribbon later." The she ushered Sokka out, his dead weight left on her arms. "Sokka, you go!"

"But, why?"

"Toph needs to change." She pushed him out of the door. "Now, leave!"

Sokka turned and tried to say something, but all he was answered with was the slam of the door, gladly given by a very generous Katara.

Toph sighed heavily, and leaped from the soapbox she was standing on, her dress ruffling out in waves. "Please get this seven-ton piece of fabric off of me."

And so they did. They peeled the dress off of the earthbender, who gratefully dressed back into her regular Earth Kingdom ensemble, and began fiddling with her meteor bracelet as Katara and Suki poured themselves over a sketchbook to design Suki's dress.

Xxx

Tenma looked up at Iroh with huge, black eyes. "I'm going with you?"

Iroh bellowed a booming laugh, and set down his tea cup- something he rarely does. "Oh, Tenma, dear. Did you really think I was going to leave you here all by yourself?" He chuckled, and patted her arm affectionately. "Don't worry. My nephew and his friends will like you… I'm sure of it."

Tenma bit her lip. She was going to meet the Avatar and the Firelord. This was not part of the plan.

But… but maybe she could work her way into this…?

"I… I would love to…" she looked down at her rags; merely a matted dress. "But, how would I make myself presentable in front of his Royal Majesty…?" She pretended to look nervous.

Iroh once again guffawed, placing a hand on his round belly. "I don't think they would care, but the other generals certainly would." Iroh gave her a wide smile, and signaled to a waitress. "Ling here will assist in buying you some clothing." He turned to the grumpy-looking woman behind him, who was in the traditional uniform for the Jasmine Dragon. "Ling, get some money from the stronghold box, please. Give her some clothes. She will be treated with the upmost respect."

The woman looked like she wanted to snap something back, but she simply bowed, and stiffly trudged over to a back room.

Tenma dipped her head in appreciation. "Thank you, sir. I shall not forget this kindness."

"Oh, don't thank me. You've done that enough already." Iroh waved his hand dismissively, and slurped from his cup. "Tenma, you thank me all the time. You must be getting tired of it."

"Oh, no sir. Not one person in five years has even let me into their home. They either give me some bread and send me on my way, or threaten me and call me a thief, trying to steal their valuables."

Iroh choked on his tea, gagging and sputtering. When his coughing subsided, his eyes narrowed and a shocked look came over his face. "How completely ridiculous! Someone needs to give them a good talking to…"

The woman named Ling stomped into the room, a small leather purse in her hand. She approached Iroh, and bowed stiffly. "Do I have your permission to depart, sir?"

"Yes." Iroh beamed at an anxious-looking Tenma, and flicked his hand through the door. "Go on! Buy yourself a pretty dress to wear on the day of the wedding."

Tenma stood, and once again dipped her head, her next words practically dripping with appreciation. It was all she could do to prevent herself from being sarcastic. "Thank you a thousand times, sir. I will once again mention that I will never forget this kindness."

Xxx

Aang knocked on the door to what was temporarily Katara's sewing room. His free hand wrung Sokka's shirt in his fingers... the one with the huge cut on the sleeve (thanks to a certain lemur that got hold of one of Mai's knives). Why Sokka didn't just ask one of the servants to sew his sleeve, he had no idea. But Sokka will be Sokka.

Aang had lately become very nervous when wanting to talk to Katara. About anything. Even if it was about wanting her to help him with documents, or asking to heal a cut, or something along that nature. All he wanted was to feel comfortable around her again.

"Come in!' her voice came through the door. He hesitated before turning the knob and stepping in.

"Hey Katara…?" He said, and opened the door wide. "Sokka needs you to-" He gasped, upon seeing a girl with short brown hair and a small smile in her lips, sitting beside Katara, a notebook in between the two. "Suki?"

She waved, and giggled. "Hey."

He gulped, and his jaw tightened from surprise. "What- when did you arrive?"

She stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout. "You don't want me here?"

"No! No, I…" He smiled sheepishly, and shuffled his feet. "I am happy that you've decided to stay, I was just wondering when you got here."

Suki laughed. "Good save, Aang."

Toph chuckled from her corner, melting her meteor bracelet from a diamond to a crescent moon. "Yeah. Smooth move, Twinkletoes."

"S-sorry, I-"

The Kyoshi Warrior snickered, and reached over to place a hand on his shoulder. "Aang, it's okay. You're fine."

Aang sighed in relief, his shoulders sagging.

Katara wiped off her blackened hands on a towel from the charcoal she was using to sketch, and smiled up at him. "What does Sokka need me to do?"

The airbender was quite taken by the sudden sweet gesture. "Huh? Oh, oh yeah!" Aang tried to prevent the slight blush that reached his cheeks. "Uh, Momo… Mai's knife…" He held out the cloth, and grinned awkwardly. "He kinda… yeah."

Katara took the shirt, and inspected the fabric. When three delicate fingers poked through the gaping hole, she shook her head in disbelief. "My brother is accident prone. How he manages to still be alive to this day, I'll never know." She glanced up at him, her azure eyes sparkling with amusement. "Thanks."

"Heh, no problem."

Katara reached for the wooden sewing box beside her, and opened the lid to reveal all different sizes of glittering pins, and bunches of different colors of fabrics and threads; dull, calming shades, or bright, happy hues.

She plucked a shining needle from the varieties, studied it for a moment, and picked a bobbin of blue thread from the box. Humming quietly, she began to sew the tear. Suki went back to studying the sketchbook on her dress, and Toph continued to morph her bracelet.

Not thinking of anything else to do (and wanting to stick around for a while, as Katara was there), he plopped down beside the waterbender sewing her brother's shirt, and listened to her quiet tune for a second.

He watched her nimble fingers plunge the needle through the fabric, and adeptly pulling it back out to make a perfect, even stitch. She continued this rhythmically, until nearly a third of the work was done.

"How do girls do it all?" Aang suddenly found himself blurting. He regretted the words as soon as they passed through his lips. What a dumb question!

The girls were silent for a moment, staring at Aang with one eyebrow cocked. He was absolutely sure by then that he should not have opened his big mouth.

Katara eyed him with a confused expression over her pretty features. "What do you mean?"

This time, he wasn't successful at hiding his blush. "Well, I mean, women are just as good warriors as men are, maybe even better. And yet they have the talent and patience to learn necessary things like cooking and sewing? How can they do it?"

He could hear Toph snicker. "'Cause we're just good like that, Twinkletoes."

Suki scoffed. "It's not like you know how to cook and sew, Toph."

"No, but I'm awful good at kicking people's butts, so that gives me extra points."

The Kyoshi Warrior gasped in irritation. "So do I! I haven't taken nearly twelve years of training for nothing, you know."

Toph rolled her eyes, as if what she was going to say next was the most obvious thing on the planet. "Yeah, except my way is awesomer. So deal with it, Fangirl."

Suki huffed, and folded her arms and slumped in defeat.

Katara rolled her eyes at the two, before turning back to her sewing. Aang noticed there was some stiffness to her shoulders. What was she thinking?

"Well," he finally heard her utter. "That's true. We do know how to do household chores and things like that. But… I think men accomplish bigger, more important things. Things that really matter."

Aang drew in a sharp breath. Katara has never even uttered something like that! She hated when females were compared to males!

Suki finally broke the silence that Katara had created. "Why do you think that?"

Katara sighed heavily, and set down Sokka's shirt in her lap. "I mean, think about it. Look at Zuko! Sokka was the one to come up with the ingenious plan about the airships." She gestured toward the airbender beside her. "And look at Aang! He demolished the most powerful man on earth, without even killing him!"

Toph scoffed. "Katara, you kicked Princess Insane's butt into the next millennia! Why are you talking like this?"

"She would have been defeated anyways." Katara looked down at her sewing in her lap, and poked the threaded needle through the blue fabric once again. "But, that's okay. As long as everybody's safe, I guess it doesn't matter."

Aang couldn't believe it. He was completely incapable of speech. Why on earth did she doubt herself? Without her, he wouldn't be here right now! The next Avatar wouldn't be here! She saved the next eternity of people in this world from utter chaos!

Silence barged its way into the conversation, settling upon the four grudgingly. He didn't know about the others, but he wanted to tell Katara all the objections and words of comfort that were running through his head. He wanted to insist that she was important, that he couldn't live a single day without her, that he couldn't stand being away from her, that he thought of her constantly, and he never wanted to let go.

But he just couldn't make the words come out of his mouth. So they just sat there in awkward silence, pondering over what she had said.

Xxx

Ty lee sat, watching Zuko complain to Mai about the stressful meeting that had just went on that afternoon, stifling giggles.

"And then he insisted that I kill all of the rebels! Why on earth would I do something like that?" Zuko nearly shouted, his hands clenched and his mouth twisted into a Zuko-ish snarl.

Mai sighed as on slim, pale finger played with a blade she had revealed from her sleeve. "Zuko, you chose the members of the council. It's your fault, you should've seen this coming."

"I thought they were better than this!"

Ty Lee grinned widely. "Oh, Zuko. Relax a bit! You've been under way too much stress."

Mai cocked an eyebrow at her fiancé. "You know, she does have a point."

Zuko ran a hand through his hair. "I just… can't! I cannot take any more of these stupid know-it-all admirals and generals, and their stupid plans and their stupid proposals!"

Mai scoffed, and rolled her eyes. "Isn't it quite peculiar, that you positively hate the council you hired?" She stroked the tip of her knife, and turned to Ty Le, who was hiding her laughs behind her hand. "What was it I called them? I said something rather good before afternoon tea…"

Ty Lee's giggle escaped, her palm failing to muffle the sound. "Unrighteous, mindless gang of sniveling cretins, Mai."

The girl looked pleased. "There you go, poetry."

Zuko looked helpless, which was quite a feat, considering Zuko being Zuko. "But, Mai, I-"

His fiancé chuckled, and reached over to weave her fingers with his. "Oh, stop worrying." She gave him a small, reassuring smile.

Ty Lee watched the two look at each other with endless goo-goo eyes, and tried to stifle another giggle.

Xxx

Tenma sat, in a brand-new emerald green kimono, watching Iroh direct servants to haul all of his belongings he wished to take to the trip.

"Seng, take the songi horn out to the carriage… oh, Anya, handle the teapot with care, dear! We don't want it to break…" Iroh scuffled over, and tore a wooden box from a servant's hands. "No, no Lang, this isn't the jasmine, this is the rose petal leaves! I need the jasmine and the ginseng, those are essential…"

Tenma tried not to roll her eyes. Sometimes, he was extremely annoying. But if she was to accomplish her goal, she would need to play her cute appearance for just a bit longer.

Iroh turned to her, his face smiling widely. "Tenma, dear, I trust you have gotten everything you need?"

"Yes, sir, I have."

The old man seemed pleased. "Good, good!" He started to scurry toward the exit, before stopping and gesturing for her to follow him. "Come, Tenma. If we don't hurry, the airship my nephew sent for us will leave."

Tenma stood, brushed off her kimono, and hurried after him. She was definitely going to struggle with her cute act.

Xxx

They were very, very loose.

I looked down at my raw, bloodied wrists. They hurt immensely from me rubbing against the worn, scratchy leather. The muscles ached from flexing. But… the bounds were loose. So loose, that I could easily slip them out in a rush, but not so much that it was very conspicuous.

I heard chatter from outside; the guards. They sounded drunk from their slurred words, once again.

I cautiously slipped my hands from the straps, and reached down to loosen the strips around my ankles. I was halfway done with the second bound, when I heard the clanking of metal and the clicking of locks.

The warden.

I hurriedly crammed my wrist back into my left strap easily, but my right one was a different story. It got caught on a cut in my skin, and it pulled back the flesh and stung horribly.

More chains were undone on the door.

I bit my lip, and shoved it the rest of the way through. It tore my wound even deeper, and muffled a cry. Jeez, I hate prisons.

My palm had just settled on the arm of the metal chair when the door swung open. There was, in fact, the warden.

I ignored the pains of the newly gaping slice in my hand. "Well, what a pleasant surprise. What do you want to do this time? Have tea? Play with some dollies? Try out some kind of new torture device on me?"

The warden was silent. He just looked at me, his head held high, his black eyes looking at me like I was a dead rabbit and he was the vulture.

I couldn't help but ask, "Dude, what is up with you lately? You went from an annoying moron to a silent annoying moron."

Finally, his worn lips parted, and- low and behold!- words came out. "I know what you were here for."

"Oh, really? And what is that?"

His face continued to be expressionless. "You're here for Yuna."

I sucked in a breath. What? How did they find out? "If you hurt her, I swear, I will toss your mangy butt all over this prison cell, and don't think I won't." My fists clenched, and I could feel my skin pull against my knuckles.

A smirk settled upon his mouth, and his eyes flashed silver. "Ah, so you have finally confessed." He chuckled. "Oh, don't worry, we won't hurt her. If we do, then she won't tell us where he is."

I looked up at him with interest. What can I say? I'm a curious person. "Who… who is he?"

"Ah, I think you know. I'll give you a little hint; he was your fiancé."

And curiosity killed the cat. The cat symbolizing me, of course.

I was completely incapable of speech. Shinya…? How would Yuna know…? "But… but Shinya is… is d-dead…"

The warden snickered. "Oh, he is anything but." He cocked an eyebrow, and looked at me quite snootily. This sent my temperature from hot to boiling. "We need to find him. He has… information that we need."

"What kind of information?" Apparently, the cat had nine lives.

He started to circle my chair, my eyes following his figure warily. "Let's just say… let's just say we need to find someone, and he knows who it is."

"Yuna hasn't told you where his location is, has she." It wasn't a question.

He paused his nonchalant strolling for a second, and pondered this. "No." Then he continued his pace, each step a soft clank on the cold metal floor. "But she will."

I snorted. "Good luck. The girl's a stubborn little booger."

He licked his lips. "It seems to run in the family."

I rolled my eyes. Jeez, people are so dumb. "She isn't my sister, smartbutt." I looked down at my boots, which were caked with dirt. "She was Shinya's."

I could hear his breathing; it was heavy and slow, as if he was continuously puffing an imaginary cigar. "Ah. I see." Inhale; exhale. "Shinya is our most knowledgeable person we need. Most vital… for now."

"What do you mean?" The cat now has eight lives.

He just chuckled, and leaned down in front of me. His nose was just inches from mine; his breath was hot on my face, but didn't smell like sardines like last time.

It smelled… like blood.

A silver glint passed through his crow-like eyes. "You'll see."

And with that, he pivoted on his heels and walked out, his head high in the air. He slammed the door behind him, and there were the clicking of locks being forced closed and the clanking of chains.

That's when I realized the door had been open the whole time, and it hadn't crossed my mind once to slip out of the loosened bounds and escape.

Xxx

"Katara?"

The waterbender continued to sew Sokka's shirt together, the huge hole half-done. "Hmm?"

Aang fidgeted, and watched the girl poke the needle through the blue fabric. "What… what did you mean when you said… when you said that guys do things that matter more?"

It was just the two of them. Suki had gone to visit with Mai and Zuko, and Toph had suddenly declared that this was extremely boring, and stomped out to find Sokka. Aang was sure that at this time, Sokka was probably on the ground and rubbing his butt from a certain earthbender's deadly rock throwing skills.

Needless to say, Aang was extremely nervous.

Katara looked up at him with interest, and averted her eye back to the project in her hands. "Well, think about it. I haven't done much… just helped you along the way."

Aang felt a little bubble of anger rise up inside his chest. How could she think so little of herself? That's not right! She was the most caring person he had ever met!

"But Katara, you saved my life! The rest of the Avatars' lives! You saved the world from complete chaos! If it wasn't for you, everyone on the planet would be dead or enslaved, and Ozai would have complete control!"

She glanced at him, her beautiful sea-blue eyes unsure. A small, but significant smile crossed her lips as she plunged the pin through her brother's shirt. "Thanks, Aang, but- ow!" Her hands jerked back, and Sokka's shirt, dotted with telltale crimson, fell into her lap. There was a slight ping when her needle hit the wooden floor beneath them.

She studied her finger, which had a thin streak of blood dripping down it. "Oh. I pricked myself." She turned to the concerned airbender beside her, and laughed. "Clumsy me."

Aang scooted closer, and reached for her hand. "Here, let me see."

"But, Aang-"

He looked up seriously at her. "Katara, it might get infected. You don't have any water with you to heal. Let me see it."

She sighed, and held out her palm. "Okay." The girl puffed at strand of hair, pretending to be irritated.

Aang chuckled at her reaction, and studied her finger. He couldn't help but notice how soft her hand was.

With his thumb, he wiped away the blood trailing down her delicate knuckle. "Do you know how deep it went?"

Katara inched closer, and peered over to see the puncture. "I don't really know…"

Aang touched the small wound gingerly. He noticed her wince, even though she tried to hide it. "It might need a bandage, because it looks like it went in quite deep." He raised his head up for her to reply. "What do you-"

Suddenly, Aang was very aware of how close their faces were. Very, very aware. Her sweet breath was warm on his face, and her heart-shaped lips were parted in surprise. Her wide blue eyes were alert with shock, and he could see her swallow. A rose blush powdered her cheeks.

He gulped. He just sat there, her hand in his, not making one move. His heart was thumping dramatically fast, butterflies pounding unmercifully against his insides. He hoped that she didn't feel the sweat that poured from his palms, or how he was shaking horribly. All the breath in his lungs whooshed out at once, and he wasn't able to breathe. His face was hot, from the roots of his hair (if he had any) to the tip of his chin.

Then she leaned a bit closer.

Aang was panicky by now. All the attention on the small prick on her finger was drawn from his mind, and all he could focus on was how impossibly near her lips were to his.

Her head tilted a bit, and her eyes fluttered closed, luscious eyelashes caressing flawless bronze skin. The space closed slowly between them, from two inches, to one, to a centimeter…

Then he could feel the barest brush of soft lips against his. He thought this was going to continue, until-

"KATARA? WHERE ARE YOU? HAVE YOU SEWED MY SHIRT YET? I NEED IT!" He heard a familiar voice yell, and the thumping of quick footsteps.

Katara's jaw tightened, and she sat back hesitantly. "I… I need to go…" In a rush, she picked up her brother's clothing and her needle, and hurried out the door, not looking back.

When she was out, Aang stood there in disbelief for a few seconds.

Then rage overtook him. He stood up, and kicked the wall. "Crap!" He ran his hands over his bald head, and cursed. "It was so close!" He gritted his teeth, his hands clenching into fists on his temples. "Why did Sokka have to do that?" He snarled, and whacked his head against the nearest wall, growling all the while. "Man, when am I going to be able to get it right…?"

Xxx

Sokka saw Katara hurry out of her sewing room, her face flushed and his shirt wrenched in her hands.

He cocked an eyebrow. "What wrong?"

She swallowed hard, and she bit her lip. "N-nothing." Then she shoved his clothing into his arms, and hurried off. "Sorry, Sokka, I- I have to- to go do… do something…" she rushed down the hall, running her fingers through her hair.

Sokka looked down at his shirt, and wrinkled his nose at the maroon spatters on the wrinkled fabric. "But, Katara!" He pivoted on his heels, and jogged after her. "This is only half done!"

Katara only kept on walking at a considerably fast speed.

Sokka gaped at her. "And it's covered in blood!"

His eyes widened, and he skidded to a halt. His breath completely whooshed from his chest, as he stared at the crimson on the fabric. "Oh my gosh …"

Katara's hands curled into claws, and she whipped around, fury practically radiating off of her. "What? What do you want?"

Sokka swallowed, his face filled with horror. "Katara… don't tell me…"

"What?"

Sokka looked around secretively, and leaned in to whisper, "You didn't… you didn't kill Aang, did you…?"

"What? Why on earth would I do that?"

Sokka swallowed, and licked his lips. "There's... there's blood on the... on the shirt... Aang isn't coming out of the room..." he lowered his voice even lower. "Katara... Katara, you need to control your anger, you know, the poor boy only wants to impress you... you don't have to murder him for it..."

Katara gasped, and she shoved him away. "Sokka, you idiot!" She rushed back down the hallway, muttering curses the whole time.

"What? I was just checking… Katara?" Sokka once again hurried after her. "Katara?"

Xxx

Oh, Sokka. When will you ever learn? XD

Ah, poor Aang. Trying to get it good, once again, with Katara. Poor, poor boy.

Review, PLEASE! I seriously need your opinions on this, and I work REALLY hard on this and put a lot of effort into it, kay? So… PLEEEZE? With a leechie nut on top? X3