A/N: Hey guys, I'm sorry I took so long to update. Work has been hectic this week. Anyway, I hope you enjoy
WARNING: There will be mentions of abuse and violence in one part of the story. I will indicate where it starts and ends.
I don't own Avatar: The Last Airbender
CHAPTER 8
"I need it done this weekend."
Azula stood in the living room of her father's run-down apartment, the dim light casting elongated shadows across the wooden floor. The guy, recommended by her assistant June, stood before her, a nervous energy radiating from his every pore.
Azula, reclining on a worn armchair regarded him with a cool detachment, her piercing gaze boring into his soul.
The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the aging air conditioning unit and the occasional creak of the floorboards beneath their feet.
"Uh, yeah, sure. I've got everything ready to go. Just need to slip into my disguise and make my way inside." The guy replied swiftly.
Azula's smirk widened into a predatory grin as she leaned forward, her eyes ablaze with anticipation. She was finally going to get back what was hers. She also found out that her father whom she looked up to was hiding much more from her than she expected, and she intended to play on that, teaching everyone who tried to cross her a lesson.
"Good. And remember, discretion is key. We can't afford any slip-ups." She admonished him, looking into his face, happy with the scared expression she found there.
He nodded eagerly. "Understood. So, uh, about the payment..."
Azula held up a finger, interrupting him with a coy smile. "Patience, my friend. You'll get your reward once the job is done. But I must say, your enthusiasm is commendable."
The man swallowed nervously, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and excitement. "Thanks. I just... I really need this money, you know? Times have been tough lately."
Azula's smile widened into a smirk as she leaned back against the sofa, her fingers tracing lazy circles in the air. "Payment will be... negotiated upon successful completion of the task. But rest assured, it will be worth your while."
"Oh? What do you have in mind?" He asked curiously.
Azula leaned back in the chair, a gleam of determination in her eyes. "Let's just say, I have access to resources that could make both our lives a lot easier. Assuming, of course, you deliver as promised."
"Don't worry, Azula. I'm the best in the business."
"I should hope so, for you're your sake." She sneered, and the young man had a blank expression on his face. Azula's smirk deepened as she regarded him with a hint of amusement as he squirmed at her words.
"That's what I like to hear. Now, go work your magic. And remember, once you're inside, keep your wits about you. We can't afford any mistakes." She said crossing her legs.
With one final nod, the young man turned on his heel and disappeared out the door, leaving Azula alone with her thoughts.
Well, this should be interesting. She thought to herself as she laughed loudly her eyes watering.
Then she sighed. She had a recording to do and she was not at all motivated. Her status on the music charts was not to her liking. Not to mention her bosses at Kyoshi recording studios were demanding she step up before they continued working with her.
Ok let's make this money she thought as she groaned and dragged herself lazily to her studio.
The morning sun slowly crept into the room, casting a warm glow over the sleeping figures. Aang's eyes fluttered open, the soft light filtering through his eyelashes. He blinked, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep, but something felt different.
There was a weight on his chest.
Confusion prickled at the edges of his consciousness as he gradually became aware of the sensation. He shifted slightly, as he felt the movement causing the figure beside him to stir. His heart skipped a beat as he realized who it was.
Katara.
She was lying next to him, her head resting on his chest, with her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. Aang leaned his head back against the bed's headboard as memories of the previous night flooded his mind– Katara's drunken request for him to stay, the kiss that she initiated and he returned without a second thought. Aang's heart clenched at the thought, guilt filling him at his behavior. He silently cursed himself for getting carried away on the job. Not to mention while she was drunk. The worst part was that he enjoyed kissing her. Everything about it felt so right and so wrong at the same time.
Aang looked back down at her, taking a moment to take in her beauty; even early in the morning, she was a goddess. Her brown curly hair was splayed across his shirt, her eyelashes were thick and sweeping along her cheekbones. Her heart-shaped lips were slightly parted as she breathed softly and evenly.
Adorable. That was the word to describe her at that moment.
To save himself embarrassment, he decided to leave quickly before she woke up and demanded answers.
Careful not to disturb her, Aang shifted ever so slightly, his movements slow and deliberate. He didn't want to wake her, not when he wasn't sure how to face her after what had happened. His heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to contain the whirlwind of emotions threatening to engulf him.
He gently lifted Katara's arm and shifted her head on the mattress. At that, she stirred slightly beside him, her hand reaching out as if searching for him. Aang's breath caught in his throat, his pulse quickening at the mere thought of her waking up. But she only shifted, a contented sigh escaping her lips as she settled back into a peaceful slumber.
With a heavy sigh, Aang rose from the bed, retrieving his weapon and making his way to the door. Suddenly he stopped in front of her bathroom door when a thought occurred to him. He entered and retrieved a few stuff he knew she would need when she awoke.
Once he was finished, he cast one last glance back at Katara, her serene expression tugging at his heartstrings.
Out in the hallway, Aang leaned against the wall, the cool surface grounding him as he tried to collect his thoughts. He knew he couldn't avoid the inevitable conversation that awaited him, but he wasn't sure he was ready to face it just yet. He headed to his room to prepare for the day.
Zuko stepped into the forensics lab, the scent of chemicals and sterile air hitting him as he entered. Jin, his girlfriend, was bent over a microscope, engrossed in her work. He approached her quietly, not wanting to startle her.
Following a tumultuous breakup with his long-term girlfriend Mai, Zuko found comfort in the sympathetic ear of his co-worker Jin, who lent a listening ear to his girl troubles. Then one night while working late, they were happy they won a case, and they went out to celebrate. When he took her home that night they kissed, which marked the beginning of their relationship.
"Hey, Jin," he greeted softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
The young woman looked up from her work, a warm smile lighting up her face when she saw her boyfriend. "Hey, you. What brings you here?"
Zuko reached into his pocket and pulled out a slip of paper. "I'm here for the results. Aang's been pressing for updates."
He handed the paper to her, who glanced at it briefly before furrowing her brow in concentration. The slip contained a reference number for the case, along with a brief description of the evidence being analyzed – the threatening note received by singer and songwriter Katara. Additionally, there were specific instructions requesting Jin to check for fingerprints and any other relevant information that could aid in identifying the sender of the note.
Jin nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. She reached for a file on her desk, flipping through it to find the relevant documents. "Got it. Give me a moment."
Zuko watched anxiously as she sifted through the paperwork. After a few moments, she found what she was looking for and handed Zuko a folder. "Here are the preliminary findings. But I'm afraid there's no match to the fingerprint."
Zuko grew frustrated at the news. He had been hoping for a breakthrough, something that would lead them closer to unraveling who was behind the sending of the note.
"Are you sure?" he asked, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.
Jin nodded, her expression serious. "Positive. But I've already run the test twice. Running it again won't change the results. Besides, it was only a partial fingerprint that was detected."
Zuko's heart sank further. He understood her reluctance but couldn't shake the feeling that they needed to exhaust every possibility. "Please, just run it again. This time, expand the database search. It might match someone in another jurisdiction"
She hesitated, her gaze shifting to the floor. "Okay, but I can't promise anything."
Zuko gave her a grateful smile before turning to leave the lab. Then he stopped in his tracks. His mind raced as he considered something. Without fingerprints or any other obvious leads, they needed to think outside the box.
"Jin," he began, turning back to her, "what about DNA analysis? Is there any DNA evidence we could also extract from the note?"
She nodded thoughtfully. "It's worth a shot. I'll run some tests and see if we can create a profile"
Zuko felt a bit more hopeful. DNA analysis could potentially provide them with a crucial lead in the investigation. He thanked her for her efforts with a chaste kiss and headed back to his desk to inform Aang of the new development.
"Aang, it's Zuko," he said when the call connected. "I just got the results from Jin. No match to the fingerprints."
Aang's voice was tight with worry on the other end of the line. "Damn. I was hoping we'd find something."
Zuko sighed, running a hand through his hair in frustration. "Yeah, me too. But we're not giving up. I asked Jin to run the test one more time."
"Alright, keep me posted," Aang said, amidst his heavy breathing.
"So.. why you're so out of breath so early in the morning?" Zuko asked.
"Uh, yeah, I am on a run, just trying to clear my head. Why? What's going on?"
Zuko chuckled on the other end, "Nothing, just thought you might be... occupied with something else."
Aang's brows furrowed, "What do you mean?"
"If you're busy, I can call back later when you're done with... uh…whatever you're doing."
Aang's cheeks flushed red with embarrassment as he realized what Zuko was insinuating. "Just trying to stay fit, man. No need to jump to conclusions." he laughed, trying to brush off the implication.
Zuko laughed, "Sure, sure, whatever you say, buddy. Just remember, practice safe.… exercise."
Aang sighed, rolling his eyes at his friend's antics. "Later Zuko."
Zuko pocketed his phone, chuckling to himself as he got back to work.
Katara slowly blinked her eyes open, only to be greeted by a pounding headache. Groaning, she reached up to massage her temples, trying to soothe the ache that pulsed behind her eyes.
It was one of the most painful headaches she had experienced since the shooting incident. Speaking of which, the police were yet to figure out who was responsible. The only report her family received was that no shell casings were found on the scene so the weapon had to be a revolver. Also, no one saw the shooter. No mysterious person lurking around; it was all strange and frustrating.
It was weighing down on Katara, since she still had the viscous marks on her abdomen to mark the trauma she experienced. Then there were the strange text messages she received the previous night; At that last thought, Katara gasped placing a hand over her mouth as memories of last night came rushing back– her drunken request for her bodyguard to stay with her, the fuzzy recollection of her leaning in to kiss him. Not to mention he was not in her room right now.
Ugh! I am such an idiot!
Heat flooded her cheeks as embarrassment washed over her, making her wish she could disappear into the covers and never emerge again. She berated herself for letting herself get so intoxicated that she couldn't think straight.
Then it all flooded back to her with startling clarity: Aang kissing her in return. Albeit a bit reluctant at first, probably due to the shock of it all. Katara remembered him deepening the kiss, his strong arms pulling her close. She blushed at the memory. It was a kiss that she most certainly did not regret. Despite her hazy recollection due to her inebriated state, she did recall feeling delicate in his arms while he moved his soft lips against hers. If anything, she was more embarrassed by what he thought of her actions.
She groaned and rolled over, wanting to stay in bed all day. Anything to keep her from the awkward interaction with her bodyguard. However, she had a packed schedule which included her preparing for another one of her big shows. It would be the first time back on the big stage after the incident. So to say she was nervous was a gross understatement.
Despite the relentless pounding of her migraine, she remained still, her eyes tightly shut in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain. With a gradual movement, she peeled back the covers and realized she was still in her clothes from the night before. Casting a weary glance towards her nightstand, she noticed a glass of water. When she moved closer, she saw two white pills with a small note attached. She unfurled the note and a smile spread across her face.
Hey sleepyhead,
Got a little hangover cure for you ;)
I'm leaving the apartment to run some errands. Brb, stay safe.
Your bodyguard
She rolled her eyes and reached for the tablets swallowing them down with the water, She couldn't help but admire how caring he was. Beneath his veneer of playful wit and charm, he was quite the gentleman.
Feeling marginally better, Katara swung her legs over the edge of the bed. She took a moment to steel herself before standing up, the room spinning slightly as she moved. She went to the bathroom to freshen up.
After her bath, she opted to wear a light pink oversized T-shirt and black leggings that came a little above her knees. She braided her hair into two box braids that came down her shoulders. She left a few of her hair out in front, which she then plaited and pulled down into two loops at the side of her face and clipped them in place. Feeling satisfied with her look, she took in a deep breath, her nerves threatening to get the best of her. She stamped it down by breathing out slowly, then she left the room.
As she made her way out into the hallway, the scent of something delicious wafted towards her, drawing her towards the source. When she rounded the corner into the kitchen, her breath caught in her throat at the sight before her.
There was Aang, in a navy blue tank top paired with sleek form-fitting black compression shorts with leggings underneath and an earpiece plugged in one of his ears. He was bobbing his head while being focused on the task at hand, flipping pancakes with practiced ease and tending to something baking in the oven. The sight of him sent a rush of anticipation coursing through her veins, as if a flock of butterflies had suddenly taken flight in her stomach. Aang standing in her kitchen cooking up a storm stirred something deep within her.
She watched him from afar for a moment, admiring the way the sunlight danced across his skin and the way his muscles moved beneath it. But then the memory of their kiss came flooding back, and she felt her cheeks flush with embarrassment all over again.
Gathering her courage, Katara stepped further into the kitchen, clearing her throat to announce her presence. Aang jumped slightly at the sound, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink when he saw her. He plugged out his earpiece and placed them around his neck.
"Good morning Katara," he greeted, his voice warm. "Sleep well?"
"Morning," she replied, her voice slightly hoarse from the remnants of sleep and perhaps a touch of embarrassment. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he would bring up what happened between them. She decided to let it be and just act normal.
"Yeah I managed to get some sleep, but I'm still feeling a bit wobbly from all the drinks last night," she admitted.
"Well, you certainly made an impression at the club," he teased, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. "But I'm glad you're okay."
She flushed with embarrassment and decided to change the topic quickly.
"Well, someone's going for the whole 'domestic god' look today, huh?" she teased, taking a seat on one of the stools by the island.
Aang's grey eyes regarded her from over his shoulders, a sheepish smile playing on his lips. "Well, someone has to make sure you're properly fed," he retorted with mock seriousness, flipping a pancake with exaggerated precision.
Katara chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm pretty sure we have a chef for that."
Aang feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart dramatically. "Are you saying my cooking isn't good enough for you?" he teased, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
Katara couldn't help but laugh "Oh, please," she retorted, rolling her eyes "I've never tasted your cooking, so I wouldn't know."
Aang's mock indignation quickly dissolved into laughter, his shoulders shaking with mirth as he joined in her amusement. "Well, then, I guess you'll just have to trust me when I say it's delicious," he quipped, a smirk spreading across his face.
Katara rolled her eyes, unable to suppress her laughter. "I'm just saying, I didn't know you had hidden talents in the kitchen."
Aang grinned, turning back to the stove. "There's a lot you don't know about me, Katara."
Indeed there was a lot she didn't know about him. For starters, he was a really good kisser, a fact that Katara couldn't shake from her mind, replaying the moment like a recurring melody. And here he was, in her kitchen casually making pancakes, pretending as if nothing of the sort happened. She bit her lip in thought. Did he regret it? Or maybe he was saving her from embarrassment by not bringing it up. The latter seemed like something he would do.
Aang couldn't shake the nerves about the kiss with Katara and its implications. He'd gone for a run earlier, hoping to clear his head. If she didn't mention it, he planned to let it slide. But seeing her this morning, looking stunning as usual and showing no sign of remembering their moment, left him torn between relief and a tinge of disappointment.
"Oh, by the way, I'm sorry for just going through your pantry. I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast." Aang regarded her seriously.
She couldn't believe he was apologizing for this. "Aang, it's all good. You live here remember? It's also nice to know you wanted to surprise me."
He sported a relieved smile as he leaned down and opened the oven, a delicious fruity smell emanating from the inside. "Spirits, that smells really good. What are you making besides pancakes?" Katara asked.
Aang rubbed his neck "It's a fruit pie. The sweet taste should help with your hangover. Also, it's one of my favorite desserts."
Katara was taken aback by his thoughtfulness
"You didn't have to do that, Aang."
"I know, but I wanted to. It's my mom's recipe. We used to make it together all the time." Aang responded, his grey eyes taking on a sad look.
"Aww, that's so sweet. I would like to meet her sometime. But seriously, thanks for doing this." She said looking up at him.
He nodded, still with that sad look in his eyes as he went on about his task.
"Are you okay Aang? You seem a bit down." Katara noted as she observed his crestfallen expression.
"Uh, yea I'm good." he responded quickly.
This was far from the truth. As he inhaled the scent of the fruit pie along with Katara's comment about his mother, his mind was filled with memories of life with his mom when times were happier.
Katars looked on as he took out the finished pie from the oven. As he was about to plate the pancakes, eggs, and strips of seal jerky, she put a finger up to stop him. "Allow me," she said as she got up to do it.
"I thought you were vegetarian," she said while plating the food.
"Yeah, I am but it doesn't mean I would want you to suffer through while I enjoy. Although I'm a bit put off by the meat, I included it for you. I will have just the pancake and eggs."
"Thanks." She smiled. "Although I wouldn't have minded. Sokka on the other hand.." she left the statement hanging, as the two of them tilted their heads in laughter at what she was alluding to.
As the laughter died down, the two of them settled down in comfortable silence and ate their fill. The meal was appetizing which left Katara shocked at Aang's skill in the kitchen. It didn't surprise her when she refilled her plate, delving in a second time.
After their meal, Aang cut a slice of the pie and handed it to her. "Tell me what you think." He inquired shyly.
Taking the pie from him, she savored a mouthful, the flavors dancing on her palate. It was a divine experience, unlike anything she had ever tasted. The crisp crust offered a satisfying contrast, complementing the luscious, fruity sweetness of the filling perfectly. In that moment, Katara found herself transported to a world of culinary bliss.
Mmhhmm," she hummed, eyes closed, relishing each bite and licking her lips in delight. Her taste buds were treated to a symphony of flavors as she indulged further.
Aang's grin widened at her response. "So, I take it I did well?"
After swallowing the last delectable morsel, she offered him a soft smile. "Let's just say, it's earned a top spot on my dessert list."
Aang chuckled. "Oh, really? That good?"
"Absolutely," she affirmed. "I'm serious. It's amazing. I'll definitely need that recipe," she teased, grinning back at him. "Besides, everything you made this morning was really good. Look at me going in for seconds like my brother."
She laughed and found himself joining in. Her laugh was a tinkling, light sound, reminiscent of wind chimes on a breezy day. Aang paused his laughter for a moment, simply enjoying the sound of hers.
"Well, thanks. I try." he said rubbing the back of his neck shyly.
Glancing at her, he noticed a smear of the fruit filling at the corner of her mouth.
As her laughter subsided, he delicately addressed her, "You've got um a bit of filling on the side of your mouth." He spoke softly, not wanting to embarrass her.
"Oh really?" Katara took a napkin from the table and rubbed at her mouth.
"Did I get it?" She asked Aang gesturing to her mouth.
Aang's gaze fell on her, noting her failed attempt to remove the smear. After a moment of internal deliberation about whether it was a good idea to do this, he reached for the napkin she held, a warm smile on his lips. "Allow me," he murmured softly.
Katara's heart raced as Aang gently took the napkin from her, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. They were so close she could feel his warm breath on her face, igniting a rush of emotions. As he tilt her head up to rub at the sticky jam stain, memories of the kiss from earlier flooded her mind, but before she could dwell on it, Aang brought her back to the present.
"I think I got it all," he remarked, his charcoal eyes fixed on hers, the intensity of his gaze stirring something within her.
Katara closed her eyes briefly, attempting to steady herself. "Thanks," she murmured.
Deciding she couldn't ignore the tension between them any longer, Katara decided she was going to bring up the kiss.
Her pride be damned.
She needed to know whether the intense chemistry between them was real or just a figment of her imagination.
Lost in her thoughts, she didn't realize that Aang had gathered their dishes and was washing them. As she watched him, her eyes were drawn to the rhythmic flexing of his triceps as he completed the task.
Katara shifted nervously, the weight of the unspoken tension between them hanging heavy in the air. Unable to bear it any longer, she cleared her throat, her voice coming out in a soft, hesitant whisper.
"So… about last night," she began, her words trailing off uncertainly as she looked to see Aang's reaction.
At the mention of those four words, Aang's body tensed, the sponge slipping from his grip and forgotten in the sink. His mind raced with a whirlwind of thoughts, but amidst the chaos, one question loomed large.
How much did she remember?
After standing dumbstruck at the sink, he realized, she was waiting for his response. He decided that he would not let on too much information, but rather let her guide the conversation.
Turning around slowly, he met her gaze head-on, his expression guarded yet curious. "Yeah?" he prompted, his voice gentle, inviting her to continue.
Katara swallowed hard, her palms growing clammy with nerves as she struggled to find the right words. "I mean… do you… remember anything?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper as she braced herself for his response.
He looked at her and saw the soft expression on her face. He didn't want to do it but decided to tell her a half-truth. "Um… a little." he admitted, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment. "I do remember carrying you to your room since you were intoxicated. I lay you down and tried to get you to sleep it off."
"Is that all?" She asked, looking at him curiously while approaching him.
Aang gulped. He knew he wasn't a good liar. Besides, he was playing a dangerous game since he didn't know how much of the night she remembered. "Uh, most of it. How much do you remember?"
Katara was surprised he turned the question back on her, but she was not going to back down. her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she fiddled with her thumbs "I remember asking you to stay and the kiss…"she admitted while averting her gaze.
Aang's face turned white and his eyes widened, guilt evident in his features. "Katara please hear me out, I'm sorry for my behaviour. I didn't know what came over me to do something like that. As your bodyguard, I completely crossed a line. I took advantage of you and would understand if you want me fired." Aang hung his head.
Katara was shocked at his admission "Why would I fire you?"
"Katara I kissed you in one of your most vulnerable moments. I took advantage of you." he looked back up at her.
"But I initiated the kiss." She said inching closer to him.
"You were drunk." He shot back. "That doesn't make it right what I did; in fact, it makes me irresponsible."
Katara knew deep down Aang was right. He was sober enough to make clearer decisions, but she didn't want to listen to logic. Not when her heart was telling her something different. The kiss had sparked something within her and she realized she wanted to listen to her heart for once.
"Now that I'm sober, what if I told you I don't regret it?" she whispered, meeting his gaze.
"I don't either," he admitted, his gaze locked onto her ocean-blue eyes, their faces mere inches apart. "But…"
"Then kiss me," she interrupted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without another word, Aang leaned down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. His hands found her hips, while hers wound around his neck, pulling him closer. At that moment, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them enveloped in a sea of pure, unbridled emotion. Aang felt like he was floating on cloud nine, unable to believe that he was kissing Katara in her sober state with her full consent. At this moment he didn't want to think about what this meant, or even think at all. He pushed aside thoughts and surrendered to the intoxicating sensation of her soft, pillowy lips against his own. As he moved his lips against hers hungrily, she let out a soft moan with one of her hands guiding his head down to hers. She pressed her body against him and the smell of her perfume, of the soft, jasmine scent of her conditioner, was dizzying to Aang. Without breaking the kiss, he placed both of his hands under her legs and lifted her effortlessly, setting her on the kitchen island. He was now standing between her legs, cupping her face while he continued to assault her lips with attention. His head tilted left, hers tilted right, as their lips continued to move against each other. Aang traced her upper lips begging for entrance. She parted them slightly, allowing his tongue to slip inside. They explored each other's mouths with a gentle urgency, their tongues intertwining in a dance of passion and desire. They both moaned at the sensation. Aang wished this moment could stretch on forever, but his stupid, stupid lungs had to find air, and he was forced to separate from her with the feeling of gravity being torn out of his core.
They parted slowly, both of their eyes fluttering open. Their faces were red and their lips swollen.
"That was…Katara started, trying to find the right words. Her hands were still around his neck, while his were around her waist.
"Amazing." Aang finished for her, staring down in her azure eyes. "But w..we can't" he hesitantly moved his hands from around her, his eyes looking down.
Katara's heart stung with his words, "Why?" she asked, suddenly feeling small for having put herself out there.
That kiss…" Aang paused, searching for the right words. "It's not that I didn't enjoy it, but we can't ignore the complications it can bring with it."
Katara's expression shifted, a mixture of curiosity and concern flickering in her eyes. "Complications? Like what?" she prompted, leaning in slightly, eager to understand what he was thinking.
Aang took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "I have feelings for you too Katara, it's just that you're a celebrity," he began, his voice measured. "Your family's protective, and if we were to… explore something more, your parents wouldn't be thrilled to know the man they hired to protect their daughter is involved with her romantically. Not to mention it might complicate my role as your bodyguard by jeopardizing your safety."
"Katara's brow furrowed as she processed his words, "But Aang, none of that matters to me," she insisted, reaching out to gently grasp his hand. I know my family can be overprotective, but they just want what's best for me. I don't really care what they think honestly since we're both consenting adults. But I understand the position you're in as my bodyguard and how my parents may frown upon it." Katara said looking away. "
"So, you said you have feelings for me?" she asked, trying to break the tension.
"More like I can't stop thinking about you". Aang lifted his gaze to meet hers, "Every part of you draws me in– your infectious smile, your eyes, the vibrant energy you exude, and that caring nature of yours. The list goes on."
Katara's eyes softened, reflecting a depth of emotion as she returned his gaze. "I feel the same way about you, Aang. It's not just physical attraction; you're unlike any guy I've met. Your humor, your kindness, and that warmth in your smile... they all captivate me."
Aang's sported a mischievous smirk as he leaned closer. "And let's not forget how you're drawn to my eyes too."
With a playful shove, Katara rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "You're so vain"
Aang's grin remained unrepentant. "Guilty as charged," he replied, his gaze holding hers with a mixture of affection and playful charm.
Aang's face turned serious again "It's not just that," he confessed, a pang of vulnerability seeping into his tone. "I… I've been hurt before, he confessed. It gets hard opening up again.
"Me too." Katara said lowering her gaze.
Aang tilted her head up tenderly to meet his, their eyes meeting in a lingering moment of connection.
"I'm willing to forget about everything that happened between us if you are. I mean, if that's what you really want." Katara said quietly to him."
If that's what you really want…. really, really want….
Katara's words echoed in Aang's mind for several seconds afterward; echoed so loudly that he had to take a minute and think about it, and even ask himself if this was what he wanted. Apart from the complicated situation of her being his boss, his heart was still fragile from his heartbreak by his ex. But did he really want to forget about everything that happened between him and Katara last night and this morning? As if none of it—the flirting or the kiss had never occurred?
"No," Aang said softly intertwining his hands with hers. "But let's take baby steps, okay?" He whispered softly in her ears, making the girl shudder.
She nodded and they shared another sweet kiss. It was short, but sweet all the same. This kiss was tender yet filled with longing, a slow and deliberate meeting of lips that conveyed more than words ever could. As they pressed together, their breaths mingled, creating an intimate bond between them.
They parted again, but their bodies were still pressed together "You're so beautiful Tara." Aang whispered in her ears, sending a shot of sparks through her.
She giggled, her face sporting a scarlet colour. "I see you already have a nickname for me. I'll have to come up with one for you. And thank you handsome."
Katara looked up to see him smiling his lopsided smile from ear to ear, a blush appearing on his cheeks and her heart melted.She couldn't believe they were gonna try this. She knew they would have to hide their relationship for now, until they figured out how to tell her family, but Katara was ready to take this step with Aang.
He kept his strong arms around her. His head resting on the top of hers.
"Katara, if we are doing this, I want us to be honest with each other. No secrets between us. Please.." Aang asked earnestly while looking at her.
Katara's thoughts immediately went to the messages she received, which she had yet to let him know about. "I promise Aang. And let's just keep this between us for now, until we figure out how to break the news." she added.
He nodded "Yea, we can do that."
"Well, coming back to the point where we open more to each other," he started, "I—I have something I would like to share with you about my past." Aang said shakily as he sat across from her.
Katara held his hands squeezing them tightly "You can tell me Aang, but take your time."
"Please keep this between us" he said seriously. "I never told anyone else about this." When she nodded, he continued "Um, it's about my mom."
Aang didn't realize he had tears gathered in his eyes. His hands were trembling and he started hyperventilating. Katara was immediately by his side hugging him and coaching him about his breathing.
"Come on Aang, breathe in and out for me." She instructed softly while wiping away his tears.
Aang felt safe right then, finding comfort in her words and her arms wrapped around him. Although he felt a bit embarrassed that he was crying in front of her.
As his tears subsided, he poured out the painful truth of his past. "My mom… she was murdered by someone who was supposed to love her. They were once happy, and deeply in love, and he was the best dad to me. But then he got into a car accident which left him in a lot of pain. Every day he had to use painkillers and get injected with morphine until he felt relief. Afterward, he became addicted to it and changed for the worse"
Katara's eyes widened slightly, already feeling sympathetic for the unfortunate situation that changed his dad's behaviour. She could already tell where this was going. She held his hands rubbing her thumb across his palm to provide whatever semblance of comfort she could.
After squeezing Katara's hand back, he recounted the nightmare that followed, the dark descent of his father into a drug-fueled rage.
(Violence & abuse starts here)
"Every day became a living nightmare. He would spend all of my mother's hard-earned money to feed his drug problem. Then he would come home and take in out on us. He'd strip me down, beat me mercilessly with a wire, and deprive me of food and water for days. Sometimes, he'd even lock me out of the house, subjecting me to many forms of torture. He had a military background, so he became creative with it.
At that, Katara let out a loud gasp, one of her hands slapped over her mouth while tears streamed down her face. She didn't want to believe it.
"All of this began when I was just ten years old." Aang continued, his eyes staring straight ahead. "And when my mom tried to protect me… he'd turn his violence on her, threatening to end both our lives. I… I couldn't do anything. I didn't want um…."
More tears cascaded down Aang's cheeks, as he recounted the horrors that he went through. While Katara was dumbfounded at what Aang went through, she knew he needed her to be strong for him at this moment. She held him tightly rubbing his back in circles as she tried soothing him. She couldn't comprehend how, despite enduring such trauma at the hands of his own father, he was still so optimistic, funny, caring, and kind.
He squeezed her hands more tightly as he continued, his voice trembling with emotion. "I couldn't bear to see my mom hurt by my dad, so I'd run outside when he started his torment. I hoped that if he followed me, she wouldn't intervene and suffer more. But when I came home from school, I'd find her bruised like a canvas. Despite it all, she always wore a smile around me. She tried to hide it from me. Most times she would send me to stay by my uncle to 'play'. I soon realized she was trying to get me out of the way so I wouldn't get hurt."
He recounted their futile attempts to escape his father's abuse. "She tried everything to get rid of him, but he had connections in the system, especially in our small town. For five years, my mom and I endured this."
Then, his voice faltered as he recounted the day that changed everything. "When I was fifteen, I heard my mom scream as I returned home from school. I rushed to the house, but… nothing could prepare me for what I saw."
Aang fell silent, his words caught in his throat. The pulsing rhythm of his heartbeat drowned out any attempt at speech. It was a rare moment of vulnerability for him, one he hadn't experienced outside the presence of his guardian. Yet, with Katara, he found an unexpected solace, a trust that transcended boundaries. As tears traced down Katara's cheeks, she enveloped him in a tight embrace, offering whatever comfort she could.
"I'm here Aang. I promise." She said softly in his ears. "You can stop now if you like."
Aang shook his head, his voice tinged with pain. "It's painful, Katara, but I'll feel better if I just let it out."
"Ok Aang, take your time," Katara said softly.
Aang continued reluctantly. "He was beating my mom all over her body with a baseball bat. By the time I reached the house, her face was unrecognizable, and she was quiet. I ran into him trying to punch him down, but he was stronger and he kicked me in my stomach hard. As I lay there, he started kicking me all over, and my mom rolled over me with the little strength she had left and took the blows. He continued assaulting my mom and that was when I remembered he stored a gun under the mattress; one night I saw him put it there. I moved from under my mom, ran into the room, grabbed it, and without a second thought, I shot and killed my own father."
Aang studied Katara's expression, searching for any sign of fear or judgment after revealing his act of taking a life. Expecting a shift in her perception of him, he was surprised to find only a blend of concern and affection reflected in her blue orbs. His heart swelled with emotion for her.
"And I'm sorry to say this," he continued, "but I felt no remorse for what I did. I know it was not his fault for his addiction, but my mom tried to get him help and he refused."
"Aang, you did what you had to do to protect your mom. You were young and you did what any other person would do in your situation." Katara tried soothing him.
"No, I failed her! She died in my arms on the way to the hospital." Aang's voice cracked, his tears flowing freely as he collapsed into Katara's embrace, seeking solace in her comforting presence.
Katara's heart sank as Aang broke down, his sobs echoing against her chest. She held him tighter, feeling the weight of his pain as he shared his heartbreaking revelation. both of his parents were gone Katara thought as tears prickled at her eyes. She could not begin to understand all the pain he went through, but in that moment, she felt a fierce desire to shield him from any further hurt, just as he was duty-bound to protect her.
(Violence & abuse ends here)
"After my parents passed away," Aang continued once he regained his composure, "I was taken in by my guardian, Gyatso. He's incredible, really. He's been there for me in so many ways. He decided to just share that part of his life for now. He didn't want to risk driving her away, especially at the beginning of their relationship.
Katara noticed a soft smile grace Aang's lips when he spoke of his guardian. "Where is he now?" she inquired.
"He lives here in Republic City, more towards the countryside. I moved out when I got this job, but I still call him every night. I owe him a visit," Aang replied with a chuckle.
Katara returned his smile. "He seems really nice. I'm sorry the job took you away from him. We can plan a few trips to visit him together. Plus, I could use a break from the city every now and then."
"Yeah, I'd like that," Aang replied, his smile widening.
Katara was now seated in Aang's lap, one of his arms wrapped around her waist. Gazing into his eyes, she gently caressed his cheek. "Aang, I'm so sorry for your loss. It's remarkable how much you've been through, yet you remain so sweet and caring. Your mom raised you well."
She paused, her voice cracking as she shared her own story. "I lost my granddad when I was young too. He was like a father to me, and we were really close. He's the one who got me into music. It's nothing compared to what you've been through, but I miss him every day."
Now it was Aang's turn to comfort her. He embraced her tightly, wiping away the few tears that escaped her eyes. "I'm sorry for your loss Katara."
They lingered in each other arms for a while, finding solace in the warmth they shared. Eventually, Katara remembered she needed to tell Aang about the messages.
"I, um, have something to tell you, Aang. It happened last night while we were getting ready to go out," Katara began hesitantly, her voice wavering slightly. She didn't know why she was so afraid to speak about it.
Aang lifted his head, fixing his gaze on her with a mix of concern and curiosity. "What is it, Katara?" he asked, his tone gentle yet probing.
Katara rose from his lap and retrieved her phone, her hands trembling slightly. With a deep breath, she opened the messages and handed her phone to her bodyguard.
As Aang scrolled through the messages, Katara watched his expression shift dramatically, his brows furrowing in concentration. After he finished reading, he powered off the phone and rose to his feet, turning away from her. Confusion clouded Katara's mind.
"Aang?" she called out, reaching for his wrist in an attempt to hold onto him. He shrugged her hands off, his demeanor tense and unreadable.
After what felt like an eternity of silence, Aang's voice broke the tension, low and rough. "Why didn't you show me those messages right away?" He turned to face her; his gaze intense. "Katara, you can't keep things like this from me, especially when it concerns your safety. It's my responsibility to protect you, but I can't do that if I'm kept in the dark." His tone grew slightly more impassioned towards the end. "I distinctly remember asking if you were alright before we left. And yet..."
"I'm sorry. I just didn't want to ruin the night," Katara replied, her voice tinged with regret. "And I'm telling you now." She said looking to the ground.
"Really, Katara?" Aang's disappointment was evident, however, he realized she did let him know as soon as she could, given the circumstances of their night.
Approaching her, he noticed her hugging herself defensively. His expression softened, and he reached out to embrace her, resting his chin on her head. "Katara, I won't let anyone harm you. I promise you that, as your bodyguard and..." he paused, wondering if it was too soon to place a label on what they just started, "as your boyfriend. But don't ever keep something like this from me again," he added firmly.
Katara smiled warmly as she nodded and glanced up at him. Their eyes locked for a moment; ocean blue meeting stormy grey, before Aang leaned down, their lips meeting in a soft kiss. As they pulled away slowly, Katara couldn't shake the disbelief that they were finally together, sharing moments like this that she had only dreamed of.
"Anyway," Aang began as they parted from their kiss, "I need to get on this right away. First, I'll review the camera footage since it's clear this person was watching you. Then, I'll try calling the number and bring my friend Zuko in on this. If those messages keep coming, you'll need to change your number."
Katara's expression soured at Aang's suggestion, her features scrunching up in clear disagreement. "So now I have to spend my entire life for some crazed stalker?" She folded her arms tightly across her chest, her frown deepening.
"You don't seem to grasp the seriousness of this situation. Those messages had a threatening undertone, Katara," Aang replied, his tone serious. "And besides," he added playfully, "how could you possibly turn down your own boyfriend?"
With an exasperated sigh, Katara relented, her eyes rolling dramatically. "Fine. If it persists, I'll change my number." She shot Aang a mock glare. "You're such a tease."
"And you love every minute of it. Admit it," Aang teased back, a grin playing on his lips.
"Darn right," Katara chuckled, unable to hide her amusement
"Ok, you can do that later down because today's schedule is quite packed for me. First up, I have a segment on the Today Show, they're hosting me there. After that, I'll be heading to the studio downtown to prepare for my upcoming show."
"When is your next show?" Aang asked, slightly nervous about Katara being back on stage after what happened the last time."
"This weekend on Saturday," Katara replied. "I'm excited to surprise everyone with a new song from my album, but I admit, I'm still feeling a bit nervous."
Understanding her concerns, Aang reassured her, "I'll see to have another person working with me on the night, just to keep an extra eye out."
She nodded and rose from her seat, heading towards her room to ready herself for the day ahead. "See you in a minute." She said, giving him a quick peck on the lips.
Aang winked at her and squeezed her hands. As she walked away, all he could think was, "Sokka's going to murder me."
The Today Show set was buzzing with energy as the cameras panned over the audience, who were eagerly anticipating the appearance of Katara, the latest sensation in the music industry. The host for the show, Song, sat at the center of the stage, getting things ready to welcome her guest.
"Katara was backstage being touched up by her makeup artists and hair stylist. She would be lying if she said she didn't feel a bit nervous. This would be her first time on one of the most famous talk shows in the city after all.
Glancing toward the door, she caught sight of Aang standing there. Their eyes locked, and she felt a wave of calm wash over her. He smiled at her and she blushed, smiling warmly back at him.
It wasn't lost on her how good he looked. He was sporting a charcoal gray suit paired with a black shirt, the fabric draping elegantly over his form. he exuded confidence, his face chiseled and handsome, accentuated by his signature crooked smile. The sleek lines of the tailored jacket emphasized his stature, while the trousers fell crisply to meet polished black shoes. Every detail, from the neatly knotted tie to the subtle sheen of his cufflinks, spoke of his attention to detail.
She didn't like that they had to keep what they started hidden, but she knew it was necessary for now. Her parents were very protective of her ever since her messy breakup with her ex-boyfriend, so she didn't know how they would react to her catching feelings for her bodyguard. It wasn't that she was ashamed of him– far from it. But their unconventional relationship would undoubtedly invite judgment from others, and she wasn't ready for that right now.
And, as a public figure, her every move was scrutinized by the media and her fans, and she didn't want to expose Aang to that kind of attention. She respected his privacy too much to subject him to the harsh spotlight of public scrutiny. Also, she couldn't deny the sweet thrill that came with keeping their relationship private, at least for now just between the two of them.
Besides, they agreed to take things slow. And slow they would take it.
"You're all done, miss Katara." The stylist said, bringing Katara out of her thoughts.
"Oh thank you, I'm loving the look; not too little, not too much. The hair is amazing too." Katara responded while checking herself in the mirror.
She was dressed in a chic Chanel tweed skirt suit, the jacket stopping just at her belly button. Beneath it, she wore a sleek white tube top paired with a mini tweed skirt. The ensemble was paired with nude stiletto heels. Her hair was styled in a high bun, with wisps of loose curls framing her face.
As Aang's gaze fell upon her, he found himself momentarily speechless. He still felt she was the most beautiful woman in the world. He couldn't believe she wanted to be with him. As the events of the morning replayed in his head, he found himself heating up. Although he was still healing from a broken heart and had vowed not to let anyone in, he decided to take another chance.
As the stylist and makeup team left the room, Aang approached Katara, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind. Katara relaxed into his touch, leaning back against him as they both faced the mirror. Their eyes met in the reflection, and Aang leaned down slightly, his lips brushing against her ear "You look amazing."
Katara shivered at his words, her heart fluttering at the feel of his warm breath against her ears, which made her blush profusely.
"You clean up nicely, yourself," she remarked with a smile, her eyes scanning him appreciatively from head to toe. She figured that two could play.
Aang laughed softly "I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work." He said looking at her with a smirk. Even as he said so, he couldn't keep the slight blush off his face at her compliment.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Katara replied innocently, causing Aang to chuckle.
"So, how do you feel about tonight?" Aang asked, his arms still around her his head resting in the crook of her neck.
"I'm excited, but also a bit nervous. This part is new to me. But I guess I have to get accustomed to it." She sighed.
"I can't say I know what it feels like to be doing this in front of thousands of people, but block them out Katara, this is your moment and you deserve it. Just be yourself." Aang said smiling.
Katara was amazed at Aang's words. Although she was still a bit nervous, she felt way better going out there. "Thank you, Aang."
She turned around in his arms and they shared a soft kiss. He held her tightly around her waist, her arms around his shoulders as their lips moved against each other.
Let's capture this moment," Katara suggested as they parted.
"Sounds like a plan, just as long as we keep your brother out of the loop" Aang quipped, a playful grin playing on his lips.
"Katara chuckled as she turned around and retrieved her phone from the vanity. They positioned themselves in front of the mirror, with Aang standing behind her, his arms encircling her waist. Katara leaned into him, tilting her head to the side, while Aang nestled his head against her neck.
They took a few snaps until a soft knock on the door caused them to spring apart quickly.
Katara, they're ready for you on stage," a voice called from outside the door.
"I'll be right there," Katara responded loudly, her heart still racing from the sudden interruption.
"Let's do this," she said, turning to Aang with determination.
With Aang walking closely behind her, Katara stepped out of the room and made her way to the stage, feeling a rush of adrenaline as she prepared to face the crowd. Aang followed closely, his watchful eye scanning the room for anything amiss.
Welcome back, everyone!" The host's voice boomed through the studio. "We have a very special guest joining us today. You might have heard her hit single "Pick Me Up" blasting through your speakers lately. Let's give a warm welcome to the talented and radiant Katara!"
The audience erupted into applause as Katara gracefully walked onto the stage, flashing a bright smile.
"Thank you so much for having me, Song!" Katara said, acknowledging the crowd with a wave as she took her seat.
"Katara, congratulations on 'Pick Me Up' hitting number one! How does it feel to dominate the charts?" the host asked.
It's honestly surreal." Katara replied, her smile widening." I'm incredibly grateful for all the support from my fans. And to think, just a few months ago, I was singing in my bedroom, and now here I am!" She said chuckling.
The crowd cheered in response, energized by Katara's infectious enthusiasm.
"Well, we're thrilled to have you here. Now, tell us, what inspired 'Pick Me Up'?" the host inquired.
Katara took a moment to collect her thoughts, feeling a flutter of nerves despite her outward confidence. She breathes in deeply before answering.
Well, you know, sometimes life can get pretty tough, and we all need a little something to lift us up. "Pick Me Up" is all about finding that spark of positivity, even in the darkest of moments. And it's a love song, so it also alludes to your special someone being there for you."
"Beautifully said," the host remarked. "And your voice is absolutely stunning. How did you discover your passion for music?"
A blush tinted Katara's cheeks as she replied, "Oh, thank you! I've been singing ever since I could talk, really. I come from a musical family, at least some of them were" she chuckled, "so it's always been a huge part of my life. Music is my therapy, my escape, and my passion all rolled into one."
The crowd erupted in cheers, appreciating Katara's authenticity.
"Now, Katara, I have to ask—aside from your skyrocketing music career, is there any special someone in your life?" the host teased.
Katara was trying her best to keep the blush from creeping up. She was not expecting this question at all. Katara chuckled nervously, masking her surprise. "Ah, the love life question! Well, you know, music has been my main squeeze lately. But who knows what the future holds?"
At that, the audience let out loud Oohs.
"Fair enough! Now, your fans are dying to know—besides serenading us with your incredible voice, what's your go-to karaoke song?"
Katara grinned. "Oh, I'm a sucker for a good '90s throwback. "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston never fails to get the crowd going"
"Classic choice!" The host agreed, "Now, before we wrap up, any hints about your upcoming album that you can share with us?"
Katara leaned forward, excitement shining in her eyes. "Definitely! I'm currently working on my debut album, which I'm super excited about. And there are a few surprises in store, so stay tuned! I've poured my heart and soul into this album, and I can't wait for everyone to hear it!"
"We're eagerly awaiting its release. Thank you so much for joining us today, Katara. And congrats again on all your success!"
As Katara waved goodbye and exited the stage, the audience erupted into applause, eager to hear more from the rising star.
Katara lounged in the luxurious leather seat of the blue Range Rover Evoque, soaking in the urban sights flashing by outside the tinted windows, one of her hands intertwined with Aang's on the center console.
positioned behind the wheel, Aang wore a relaxed grin that mirrored Katara's excitement.
"We're almost there," he remarked, stealing a quick glance at her before refocusing on the road. "It's called the Jasmin Dragon; I know the owner. They serve the best food and tea in the city."
"Tea too?" Katara asked a hint of amusement in her voice.
"Yeah, the best you'll ever taste. It started as a tea shop and then expanded to include food," Aang explained.
"Alright, I'll take your word for it. I didn't realize how hungry I was," she admitted. To her embarrassment, her stomach growled loudly in response.
Aang burst into laughter, while Katara withdrew her hands from his, crossing her arms and pouting. "I can tell," he teased.
Katara shot him a playful glare. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up, Mr. Comedian" she quipped.
They were on their way to Katara's music studio downtown and decided to stop for lunch. Katara was satisfied with how the morning went and couldn't wait to work on more of her songs.
As they approached a bustling street lined with shops and restaurants, Aang slowed the SUV to a stop in front of a cozy bistro. "Here we are. I'll go in and ask for a private spot so the papz over there don't bother us." he said gesturing to the rows of paparazzi lined around the area with cameras at the ready.
Katara groaned and sank in her seat, grateful for the heavy tint on her vehicle.
"Lock the vehicle, I'll be back before you know it. Remember the device I give you to alert me if anything goes wrong." Aang reminded her, his tone serious.
She nodded "I'll be fine Aang, you're going right in there."
Reassured, he squeezed her hands and left the vehicle.
As soon as Aang left, Katara locked the vehicle and turned up the music a bit. She leaned back in her seat, bobbing to the beat of 'Snooze' playing in the background, before reaching for her phone to distract herself. She realized she hadn't seen her brother since the night before and decided to text him.
Messages
Katara: Hey bro, haven't heard from you since last nite. Should I send a search party?
Myforeverhungrysarcasticsibling: Touché, sis. Let's just say the night got a bit wild. Suki and I are grabbing something to eat.
Katara: Figures, well tell her I say hi.
Myforeverhungrysarcasticsibling: She said u guys need to catch up soon. Something about girls talk...meh
Myforeverhungrysarcasticsibling: But anyway, wat did I miss after I left the club?
Katara: Tell her we will very soon! Oh nothing, just Toph and I making a scene again lol
Myforeverhungrysarcasticsibling: lmao, u guys are crazy. Oh, congrats sis, I saw you on the show this morning
Katara: Aww thanks, was really nervous
Myforeverhungrysarcasticsibling: It was legit good. Anyway, gotta go. I have an admittance interview with the University. Wish me luck
Katara: You got this, later bro
What's taking him so long? Katara thought as she looked out at the restaurant for any sign of Aang.
Suddenly, her phone began ringing. Katara's heart skipped a beat as she glanced at the screen, her brow furrowing at the sight of an unknown number. For a moment, she hesitated, a wave of fear clamped around her heart and she continued to stare blankly at the phone screen.
Then just like that, memories of the text messages came back to her. She didn't want to answer, but what if it was important?
With a sigh, she decided to answer, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"Hello?" she said tentatively, bringing the phone to her ear.
For a while, no one answered. Katara repeated herself "Hello?"
Then a voice crackled through the line, sending a chill down Katara's spine. It was distorted and unrecognizable like it was from a machine. "Missed me?" the voice asked.
Katara's breath hitched in her throat, her pulse pounding like a war drum against her eardrums. The dimly lit interior of the SUV felt suddenly claustrophobic "Who is this?" she demanded, although she was sure it was the same person who messaged her the other night.
"You know who I am," the distorted voice answered, sending a shudder down Katara's spine. "I've been watching you. Watching and waiting. Saw you on that fancy show looking sexy as usual."
"Why are you doing this? Is it money you want?"
"Because I can," the voice replied, "And because I want you, Katara. I want you all to myself. And anyone who gets in the way of that will pay."
Katara's breath caught in her throat as she listened to the bold statement coming from the other end of the line. "You're delusional if you think anyone would want a controlling freak like yourself! Leave me alone and get a life! she exclaimed, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and anger.
There was a long pause on the other end of the line, the silence stretching out like a yawning abyss. Then, a sinister chuckle was heard on the other end, making her skin crawl.
"You'll learn, Katara. I always win."
A/N: Thank you so much to everyone that recently followed, favorited, and commented on my story. Those small gestures really pushes me to continue when I think of giving up on it. So continue to read and review! Luv you guys
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