This chapter two of my attemt to make a modern AU fanfiction. Its going get a bit emotional and i hope i got all the feels across. It would be nice if you could review and point out flaws that i could improve.
Katara POV:
„Katara, sweetie, I bought you stuff for school on Monday" I heard my mother through my closed door. I had spent the majority of my day in my room, reading books, playing the piano or just listening to music. But what ever I tried to do, he wouldn't leave my head, nor would the tingling sensation that I had leave my body. I was so confused. How could someone, that I had only known for a day, and only as a four year old boy, provoke such strong feelings in me. I haven't seen him in 11 years now, we both are 15 now and have probably changed a great deal and yet, the thought about what a sweet guy he was back then was making my heart beat faster.
'Maybe can help me?' I asked myself 'She always knows what to do in situations like that'. I took in a deep breath and yelled "Come in mom". I heard the door being opened and shut again before I turned to face my mother who was now standing in my room, looking at me with concern in her eyes.
"Sweetie, is everything ok? You haven't left the room all day and you barely ate anything" she asked as she stepped closer and sat down next to me. That was one of many things I admired about her. She was always so caring about everyone, always willing to help and she would never turn her back on anyone who needed her.
"Yeah - well no actually … somethings bothering me" I replied honestly. I sat up in a comfortable position and let my hand fall into my lap, staring at them. I looked up at her, when she rested her hand on my shoulder, seeing her comforting smile.
"You know you can tell me everything, right honey?" she asked. I let my gaze to my hands again and sigh.
"Do you remember the day after we moved here eleven years ago?" I asked, my eyes fixed to the to my lap as I felt my mother affectionately rubbing my back in circles. I relaxed a bit at the comforting feeling but is was still very tense.
"Well, I know you told me about this kid that defended you against Jet" my mother nodded "I belief you told me his name was Ong?" she paused for a second to think "No, Aang was it. You also said he had to move the next day right?"
I nodded "Yeah" I lift my head to stare at the desk in front of the light blue wall of my room. "I don't know why but in the last month or so I started to miss him, a lot, even though I only knew him for a few hours and haven't seen him in years and sometimes when I lay down and just try to listen to music, memories of the day just come over me." I confessed. It felt good to talk to mom about that, even though I didn't tell her everything. It was nice to know that I could always talk to her and she would sit next to me and listen.
"I understand" she thought for a while before she continued "I know it has been hard for you in the last month, ever since Gran-Gran died. Maybe he just is in your head so much because somewhere deep down you think of him as the one that had brought you comfort when you came her and now you just try to comfort yourself by remembering him" Mom suggested. It kind of did make sense though. When I met Aang he really did give me comfort. He defended me against Jet, he was there when I tripped and helped me up and somehow, I felt strangely safe.
"You know what, I think you are right." I answered after a few moments in thought. "Thanks"
"Anytime hun" she smiled warmly "And now get up and help me make dinner. I bet Sokka and Dad are hungry and you have to eat something too" We got up and walked out of my room to the kitchen.
Aang's POV:
I sighed as I finished packing the last article or clothing into a box with 'Aang's stuff' written on it in big orange letters. "I thinks that's it" I said sadly. I turn around to face my three best friends, the sadness clearly visible in their eyes. Bumi, Kuzon and On Ji had come over to help packing and say goodbye. It had taken most of the afternoon and now it was all set and done.
"I guess so" was Bumi's response full of melancholy. All of them didn't want to say goodbye even though they knew it was not a permanent one. They all knew they could still visit each other on weekends or talk via skype but they already not being able to just hang out or play some videogames together (well online was still possible but it just wouldn't be the same).
"We'll really miss you, Aang" On Ji said, her mood equally as sad as of the three boys in the room.
"Yeah" Kuzon agreed "Give us a call as soon as possible and tell us all the details on how it went"
Bumi and Kuzon then said their goodbyes and left but On Ji stayed a little longer. I had always considered all three of them to be my best friends but if my life depended on choosing only one of them, I would have chosen her. She had also been my friend the longest. Ever since my first day in Kindergarten after I moved here, we had been inseparable, more like brother and sister then best friends. We had gone through much together and told each other everything, jet we still never had any romantic feelings towards each other. Because of that, On Ji had also been the only person I had told about my last day at my old home (that was now going to be the new one. Like the old-new home and this one is now my new-old one) and at how clearly I remembered every single second I spent with the dark skinned little girl I hadn't seen in over a decade.
"Tell me if she still lives there" On Ji smiled "She has to be pretty special if she can create so powerful feelings inside of you at only four years old"
"Yeah, maybe, even when she still lives there, only the spirits could tell how she has changed over the years, or how I have changed" I sighed.
"Oh I can assure you, you haven't changed a bit since we met" she giggled lightly "You are still the sweet caring little brother I never had"
"Thanks" I said blushing lightly.
"Well I think I have to go now, mom will probably want me to help out with making dinner and you have a stressful evening ahead of you" I nodded in agreement and hugged my more or less sister a last time before she left my room.
I looked around in my room one last time taking everything in for the last time. The orange walls and the yellow ceiling with the blue arrow on it. The slightly lighter spots on the floor where my bed and my wardrobe used to be. All the emotions connected to this place. The happiness of getting my new bike for my last birthday, the anger after getting a bad grade in school, or the heartbreaking anguish after learning about the death of my parents, not more then 2 weeks ago. The hours of crying I spent locked up inside this room not wanting anyone or anything to come near me, only leaving to eat and go to the toilet. My uncle telling me he had taken custody of me and that we where going to move. The anger at him for ripping my friends away from me while also realizing that it was for the best to get some distance from this place.
Tears started to well up in my eyes. I tried to fight the urge to cry but soon it was too much. I sat on the empty floor, legs pulled to my chest, arms crossed over my knees, just letting the salty liquid run down my cheeks, quietly sobbing into my elbow.
It took me a few minutes to regain control over my body and I picked up my box. This was it, this was my last time in this room, now it was time to move on, to start a new chapter in my life. A hard road of a new environment, a new school, new people laid ahead of me but I was going to be strong now.
I exited my room and slowly stepped down the stairs that would lead into the living room. When I stepped foot out the front door, the low hanging evening sun was shining into my face. I looked up into the sky watching the clouds seeing many different shapes in them: bunnies, flowers and hearts. One of the heart-shaped clouds was especially beautiful shining in a light blue, yellow and orange.
I took in a deep breath proceeding to walk over to my uncle who was already waiting for me at the truck with a sad smile on his face. He knew how hard it was for me to leave everything behind but I tried to reassure him that I knew he did this with only my best interest at heart.
"Are you ready to go, Aang" he asked softly.
"Yeah, lets go" I replied after I loaded the last box in the back of the truck, smiling weekly at Gyatso and opening the door to the passenger seat while he got into the driver's seat. Gyatso started the engine and we drove of. I took a last glimpse at my old home before turning my attention to the front again.
The ride was completely silent.
When we arrived the sun had started to set. "When we get inside I have a little surprise for you" my uncle told me. "Come with me, I will deal with getting our stuff in tomorrow"
He lead me upstairs onto the same floor I had lived many years ago and stopped. "Here" he gave me the key "Get inside, I have to get something."
I unlocked the door and was about to enter when I heard a strangely familiar voice. "Oh it was no problem watching they. They are such sweet little guys." It sounded so much like in my memories, so much like the dark skinned little girl, Katara. 'Stop it Aang, you are already starting to imagine things' I told myself 'there is no way its her'. I shook my head and entered the apartment.
After a minute or two, Gyatso also came in, followed by a little dog and a Cat. "I thought that you didn't want to be alone until school starts in two days" he explained as he saw my confused expression "Your parents often told me how much you pleaded to have a pet and now I will make that wish come true.
My face lit up in excitement and I shot up to embrace him. "Thanks Gyatso, you have no idea how much that means to me" he said after letting go of him. "Do they have names?" I asked.
Gyatso shook his head "No, I wanted you to name them" he told me "They are your pets after all"
I thought for a second until I could figure out two fitting names until I head an idea "Ok I think I have it" I sighed. I looked at the little dog "You will be Appa" Appa barked in response as if to say 'that's a great name'. "And you will be" I told the cat. Momo snuggled his head against my legs response, purring contently.
Is it weird that i listened to Slipknot for the most part of writing this?
Anyways, i hope you enjoyed the chapter and I would appriciate it if you could review the chapter. And now i sign of: Lukas out.