Forcing the Hand

[angle_on_it]

[Things just haven't been the same. No matter how hard he tries, Sokka finds that getting back with Suki ends poorly every time. After a while, it starts to feel almost like abuse -- like they're in a spiral of one terrible, horrible, no good argument after another and just doesn't stop. Sokka begs and pleads, hopes for understanding and trust, but

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[fanismighter]

[She couldn't believe that he ended things the way he did. It didn't even seem fair.

No.

It wasn't fair. How could it be fair? She didn't even do anything wrong. He was always the one doing things she told him not to do. He should've just listened to her. It wasn't a difficult task to do, but he always seemed to have so much trouble with it.

And now he was hiding, like some scared mouse: weak and always scared. So Suki waited for him. Waiting for him to finally come out of his hiding place so she could finally give him a piece of her mind. Actually, he deserved a lot more than that. Suki was ready to hurt him like he hurt her.]

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[He needs to go back to the house to get some clothes, so he waits until he's absolutely sure that Suki isn't going to be around and makes his way around the back of Queen Anne's Row, intending to use the kitchen door.]

[Slinking up the stairs, he winces with every squeak of the floorboards. He's not as alert as he should be, but he's not expecting to see anyone, either. Eyes adjusting to the dark too slowly, he finds himself too late to avoid an out-of-chair, forced to bite back a yelp as he stubs his toe, sending the chair scraping across the floor a few inches.]

[He takes a long pause and hearing nothing, lets out his breath and continues moving toward his bedroom.]

[fanismighter]

[Finally! He was back home, so Suki followed him in. If he was going to avoid her like this, then he was going to be in for the surprise of his life.

She lets him get to the bedroom, where she stands by the door, leaning against the frame.]

So, you've finally came back?

[angle_on_it]

[The sound of Suki's voice startles him and Sokka turns to look, noting that Suki blocks his only escape. He gapes and looks around nervously. No one's there, of course, it's just the two of them.]

Suki! Aha, hey. Uh... yeah, I just came to get some clothes and then-- uh, then you won't have to see me every again. [Spirits, he feels like he's standing in front of the judge, jury, and executioner.]

[fanismighter]

[She doesn't bother moving, nor does she bother even looking at him. Instead, she takes out her fan, examining it, ready to attack if need be.]

A text? [Because she wasn't part of his conversation, but he had to be part of hers.] Really Sokka? A text? I thought you were a man?

[angle_on_it]

I just thought it would be easier on us! [Or... easier on his face, at least. Sokka clutches a shirt to his chest, halfway through packing his proverbial bags.] I couldn't-- I didn't-- Look, just forget about it, okay? It was wrong and I'm a jerk, but what's done is done. [Hngh. This is the last conversation he was hoping to have.]

[fanismighter]

It's because you're weak. You couldn't handle facing me, and you had to hide. [She closed her fan in her hand.] I always knew you were weak, but I thought that this place could have finally make you a man, but I guess I was wrong.

[As she spoke, she took a step closer to him, both fans in her hands.] Are you going to run away again?

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Am I...? Suki, I didn't run. I just needed to stay away a while, okay? To think. Don't you think this is the right thing? All I've done is hurt you... [His tone's a bit pleading and he slowly turns, making himself busy collecting up clothes from the floor.]

[fanismighter]

I'll tell you when it's over, and it wasn't over. [She opened the fans, getting ready to fight.] Why do you always screw up? All you had to do was listen too me, and you didn't.

[angle_on_it]

[He points at her.] You're crazy.

[And obviously he doesn't think she's nearly as serious as she probably is.] Look, just let me leave and you won't have to worry any more. You'll be free to do whatever you want that way. [Lala, collecting clothes.]

[fanismighter]

No. You lost that chance. Now I have to teach you a lesson.

[Then she was at his side, reaching for his arm to twist behind his back. Making cry seemed like such a good idea right now.]

[angle_on_it]

Owowowow! Suki, c'mo-- OW! You're not-- Suki, this is ridiculous! What kind of lesson are you going to teach like this?!

[fanismighter]

I'm only giving you the same treatment you've given me Sokka. If you can't handle this amount of pain, [She twisted his arm more, hoping to at least pop it out of place.] don't dish it.

[angle_on_it]

[The leverage Suki has over Sokka is more than enough to wrench his shoulder out of place. He cries out in pain, jerking away from the Kyoshi Warrior in a reckless attempt to put distance between them.]

Y-you're-- I can't-- [He tries to fend her off and hold up a hand to protect himself at the same time, expecting another onslaught.] J-just calm down!! You don't-- you have no idea what you're doing! You're-- you're just blinded...

[fanismighter]

[She can't help but smile at his pain.]

I know exactly what I'm doing. Maybe you should be the one begging for forgiveness.

[angle_on_it]

I said I was sorry! Wh-what more do you want from me?!