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My laptop's back but it's battery is dead and the charger has stopped working... So I'll have to keep writing with my phone until I buy, borrow or steal a new charger...

Ok then, in this chapter, things are goin' to take a sharp turn, (kinda)... But the storyline's pretty much the same... Ok then... On with the story... But before that...

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Chapter 8 (Day 4)

Brown Eyes And Hair Knots

Ty Lee was struggling not to giggle or laugh as she pounded Aang's back with her clenched fists. He was laughing, liberally too. Ty Lee was furious, or at least she was pretending to be. Aang had carried her on his back without complaint but when they had gotten to the sea, he had wickedly dropped her in the swelling waves and run off. Ty Lee had shrieked and given chase after him. She had caught him and now she was sitting on his back, exacting her revenge on him. Ty Lee was trying hard not to find the current situation amusing. It did not help that she most probably looked ridiculous, soaked to the skin. Or that he was still laughing hard, at her. Ty Lee growled and resumed her vicious attack on his back.

After she had pounded his back to her satisfaction, Ty Lee got off his back with a contented sigh. " Now I'm all wet, thanks to you ", She whined.

" You're welcome ", Aang grinned back. He blew a small gust of wind to the ground and floated lightly to his feet.

Ty Lee tried to glare at him the way Azula did when she was angry at someone, which was usually all the time, but she knew she would end up smiling or grinning at him, and she did not want that, so she decided on something else.

" I will get you back, Aang. I will get you back for this and I will have my revenge. " She said in her best Princess Azula imitation. For a second it seemed to have worked and fear, or was it worry played across his features.

" No you won't ", Aang beamed.

Ty Lee guessed her half-hearted attempt to scare him had failed. After all, he was grinning and NO one grinned after Azula threatened them. Ty Lee had personally seen Azula's 'death glare', as she had secretly named it, caused a handful of messangers and servants to faint. There had been no grins or smiles. Just unconsciousness and drool.

" Why won't I ? ", she asked.

" You won't because you LIKE me ", He grinned.

Ty Lee's heart almost leapt out of her throat. Her hands began to wringle each other and her bottom lip began to quiver slightly. Had he just said that ? OUT LOUD ? Ty Lee's wet cheeks began to redden and she lowered her head so Aang wouldn't see her crimson face.

Aang watched with a small smile on his face as Ty Lee ducked her blushing face out of his view. He had expected her to do exactly what she was doing now. He walked up to her as silently as his wet shoes would allow. When his face was within a few centimeters of hers, he gently put his finger under her chin and raised her face up slowly.

Her cheeks were crimson with embarrassment and her eyes were closed. Aang chuckled lightly.

" Ty Lee, open your eyes "

Her eyelids slid up and Aang found himself drowning in the brown depths of her eyes. There was something about and in those eyes, that made him feel oddly relaxed. He found himself unable to tear his eyes away from hers. There was a myriad of emotions and thoughts in her eyes and they were clear and expressive. Like she was. Not hidden and deceitful like other fire nation citizens he had come across. Her eyes held no secrets or lies. They were honest and transparent. Aang finally managed, with much effort, to tear his eyes away from her own. And he began to regret it. His eyes swept past her cute little nose and now they were focused on something else-her lips. Lips that, if memory served, were soft and tasted like warm strawberries. Lips that had curled up in delight, not disgust or disdain after kissing him. His eyes noted the dips and curves of her lips. Dips and curves that had fit his perfectly and passionately. Aang swallowed. He watched helplessly as her curvy lips slowly contorted themselves into a wickedly beautiful smirk. Aang swallowed again.

Ty Lee couldn't help herself. The look she had found on his face after opening his eyes at his request had confused her. She followed his eyes with hers as they drifted over her face. They stopped at her lips, and Ty Lee watched as Aang just stood there staring at her mouth intently. The master acrobat couldn't help herself from smirking.

" Aang...? "

" Huh...? ", he wasn't even paying attention. Or pretending like he was. His eyes were still glued to her lips. Ty Lee's smirk grew as a wicked plan formed in her head.

" Aren't you going to help me wash my lips ? ", she deliberately asked with a wicked grin on her face.

" I'll help you wash your lips ", Aang repeated in a robot-like fashion. Then he stopped when he realized what he was saying. " WAIT! NO! Your teeth. NO! Your head. HAIR! I'll help you wash your hair ."

Ty Lee giggled and covered her mouth with her hand as he yelled hysterically. He could be so funny at times. Especially when she was toying with him. Ty Lee shook her head faintly before she turned and skipped to the lapping waves with a grin on her face that she didn't want him to see.

" Come on ", she called over her shoulder. " Let's get started ."

Aang watched with fascination as she bounded playfully away. He marvelled at the joy and mirth that always seemed to accompany her. There was this air and aura about her that was just so bright and cheerful. She held no negativity and anger. Aang wasn't even sure she was capable of true anger. And for some strange reason, he liked that. Aang shook his head as a small smile spread across his face. He really liked that, he thought as he moved in the direction of the girl with the long ponytail.

Aang was never more grateful that he didn't have hair on his head. He let out a frustrated groan and he heard a faint chuckle from her. He let out a breath before he tried again to unbraid a particularly difficult portion of her braid. No success. He had managed, with her surprisingly detailed instructions, to unravel the end of her braid. He had earnestly continued unbraiding her sliky hair. He had been halfway through when he had found out that her hair was not going to make this easy for him. Now he was up against the thick and tight part of her braid close to her head and he was losing. As much as he was trying, and believe him, he was, his efforts were resulting in failure. And he was getting frustrated. He didn't know why he was getting frustrated because of a stubborn braid. But he just knew that he was. He could, he thought, give up and leave her hair the way it was. But that would be wrong and he knew she wouldn't like that. For some strange reason, the second reason seemed to matter more to him than the first. Aang shook his head.

" Umm, Ty Lee...? ", he started timidly.

" Yes...? ", her voice sounded unnaturally calm, as if she was trying too hard to keep her voice straight.

" I umm, I th-think I'm stuck ", he stammered.

" Stuck...? "

" Umm, yeah ", he admitted.

Ty Lee chuckled on her earthen seat that he had bent for her before she raised her hands behind her head. She felt around for the cause of his trouble and when she found it, another chuckle escaped her lips. It was a small hair knot. No, make that two hair knots. Ty Lee tugged on it systematically and stopped. Then she dropped her hair and she extended her hands past her head, looking for his. She found his surprisingly soft hands and pulled them gently towards her knotted hair, ignoring the sound of protest he made and the pleasurable feeling that was coursing through her hands from contact with his. She placed his hands on her hair and explained in a very calm voice how he could safely and gently loosen the knot without yanking her hair out. All of a sudden, his hands slipped out of hers and Ty Lee heard a thud behind her. Ty Lee spun around on her seat and saw Aang lying on his back, looking as pale as her legs the day she had left them out in the rain. Panic shot through her and her hands began to shake. She got down and on her knees next to his chest and shook his body gently.

" A-Aang ? ", her voice was shaky and laden with fear. No response. What was happening to him ? Was he dead ? Why was he lying on the ground looking like he was dead ? Why was he pale ? Why was h-. A deep and beastly growl interrupted her panic-striken thoughts.

Ty Lee raised her head and looked towards the direction the growl had come from and saw something that took her breath away.

Ok... That's it, for now... I don't know whether the last line qualified as a cliffhanger... But I do know I want you to review... Please...

Oh and uh I know nothing 'bout hair... I mean I can make a wicked braid every blue moon but that's how much I know... I don't even know what a hair knot is... All I know is you have to take them out or they'll screw up your hair... I'm fairly certain you need a comb or fork to loosen braids but hey * shrugs *...

Oh and I want to clarify the ages of the characters... Aang is like 16 (116, if you count the 100 year nap... I wish I could nap for a 100 years) Katara should be like a few months older, Sokka should be about 18, Toph 15 and Ty Lee should be 16, give or take... Note that these ages are for this fic... They are not the actual ages of the characters...

I have the next chapter written (in my mind)... I'll finish it, write it out and post it pretty soon... Anyway, I hope you liked this chapter... Your suggestions are always welcome... You can post suggestions as reviews or you can PM them to me...

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Till next chapter... Tha' Drac Lord out...