Another short chapter. After writing the last one and uploading it, I felt stupid, feeling that I should've added more. So, I changed things up a bit and did chapter eleven in Aang's point of view! Don't get used to it, haha, but tell me what you think of it. Don't worry, chapter 12 will be coming along shortly. (:

Chapter Eleven

Earthquakes & Surprises Part 2

(Aang's POV)

The ground had been rumbling all night. But that wasn't what kept him awake half the night. His brain would refuse to let him think about anything else…except her. Aang would persuade his mind to think about something else, such as airbending, yet that connected to her, so he was back at square one.

Finally, just as the sun was peeking over the horizon, he was able to rest. It was short lived, as even the quiet creak of the room's door closing roused him from his slumber. Sighing, and deciding that this was useless, he stumbled out of his place on the chair, which made Momo angry, and went out into the courtyard.

Squinting against the rising sun, Aang yawned, stretching. Dew frosted his bare feet, the warm of the sunlight casting a faint shadow across his face. As he glanced around, his eyes rested on her. She stood, her side to him, her long, curly, brown hair falling past her mid-back, almost glowing in the soft light. Her eyes were closed, her hands to her side. She looked like a statue. A pretty one. She almost looked…unreal.

"Hmm?" Aang let out a quiet moan, urging himself to shake himself from his thoughts. He regretted it. Her statue-like posture broke as she turned, her gray eyes dancing under the light as she chuckled, walking over slowly. Her pace was graceful, her hair drifting away from her face with the breeze. "Vinca?" He sighed, rubbing his eyes tiredly.

Vinca frowned, her bangs falling over her face as she examined him. The way she looked at him made his stomach churn, butterflies beating within his chest, against his pounding heart. Aang really didn't know why, but he liked the feeling. "Did I wake you?" She asked, her eyes widening slightly in concern.

Aang cracked his back, yawning once more, "Yeah," He murmured, tilting his head. Her frown deepened even more. He didn't like making her sad. So, he laughed, "But its okay. I was already kind of awake." Her frowned disappeared, and he felt overjoyed. Aang stared at her, taking her all in, but felt suddenly wrong for doing so, and looked away, hoping she wouldn't notice the warmth creeping into his cheeks. "So, what are you doing out here?" He smiled easily.

She bit her lower lip, something which Aang found…admittedly, quite adorable. "Um…" She hesitated, looking down shyly, "Well…I was going to…practice airbending." Vinca said quietly, her brows coming together in embarrassment as she observed the grass below.

Aang chuckled, his eyes still resting on her. Something about her made it hard to look away, hard to concentrate. He didn't know what. Maybe it was her hair, which blew softly with the gentle wind, her face, possibly, the many emotions it held, or her personality, which made him confused yet intrigued, and he loved it. It could be her eyes, how they held stories and things she had saw over the years, word, yet the gray depths had brightness and such laughter that he loved. But all Aang knew was that it was her, Vinca, which made him forget all the worries about the War, being the Avatar, and she made him feel…amazing.

Blinking, the Avatar regained himself. "I'll help you!" He exclaimed, truth to his words. Vinca looked up, her soft, gentle smile returning. Aang smiled as well, poking her playfully in the stomach, his heart beating loudly like it usually did around her, "And one day, you'll be a master airbender!"

She laughed, "Okay. So, what's first, Master Aang?" Vinca asked. He liked the way she said his name. Gently, delicately, comfortably, lovingly.

Aang froze, thinking. What was first? Thoughts rushed through his mind as he searched for an answer. "I haven't taught anyone before!" He admitted, embarrassed. "But I suppose it won't be that difficult!" the smile had returned, "Try this-"He began, beginning to move his hand.

Just then, though, the ground began to abruptly shake underneath of them. Aang looked up, confused at the rumbles. Vinca was falling, and his heart caught in his throat. He couldn't let her get hurt because of him. Not again. He lunged forward, catching her in her arms. Her expression changed from surprised to shock all in the same moment. He felt himself lose his footing, and fell, landing on top of her.

No one moved. Not even the after the earthquake stopped. His breathing was fast, so was hers. He could feel her heart pounding with his, his eyes meeting with hers. Everything felt so…right. Her gray eyes searched his for a moment, and she looked so pretty, her pale pink lips puckered slightly as she drew and exhaled air. Her brown hair strewn across her forehead, wild yet beautiful, her golden necklace lopsided, the golden heart over her own heart. He couldn't help himself. It was perfect. She was perfect. Her eyes were wide, the stories and things she had witnessed showing, and he saw his reflection in their depths. He felt himself lean down, and her eyes were still locked with his, confident and calm, yet her heart's beating provided anyways.

His lips met hers, and he felt taken aback. His heart beat wildly, as her soft lips brushed across his, and he drew in a sharp breath, wanting another kiss, wanting her. He needed her. But the rumbling underneath them broke the two apart.

Aang felt numb. He airbended himself to his feet, feeling dizzy. He had kissed Katara before. It didn't feel even close to this. He helped her up. Sokka came outside, yet his words were distant and echoed. Luckily, Vinca talked. Her cheeks were a faint pink, her eyes wide as she glanced at him. His heart fluttered.

As he followed her, he couldn't help but thinking that maybe, just maybe, he needed her more than he thought he did. Much, much more.

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