The Gift Horse: Chapter 08: Kataang Ending, part 02
Here we go, "The Gift Horse" Chapter 08: Kataang Ending, Part 02!
Part 03 is mostly written, I just need to finish the last bit, then type & edit. Hopefully up by next week!
“The Gift Horse”
AN: All materials are copyright their original creators.
The cast of Avatar receive gifts from their creators in recognition of all their hard work in Season 2. Toph is first in line.
Chapter 08 Summary: Oh the chaos, oh the mush… ;)
AN: Sorry, I know I promised the Zutara ending next, but it worked out easier for me to continue with this Kataang ending first - one part left, and then we move to the Zutara! Sorry about the confusion-I was sick recently and bumped my head, so blame this inconsistency on that!
Chapter 08: Kataang epilogue part 02!
LIVING ROOM OF TOPH AND SOKKA’S SUITE
“Ah, Zuko my boy, please help me with these,” said the kindly ex-general as he carefully placed a few small cartons in his nephew’s outstretched arms. Carrying over a fresh pot of tea and some cups on a tray, Iroh slowly meandered back to the living room, grumbling nephew in tow.
“More stuff? What’s in these boxes?” asked Toph sleepily, hearing them bump together as Zuko placed them on the low table before sitting down by his uncle.
“A little something I thought everyone would enjoy,” he teased in conspiratorial tones, offering her a box. Zuko chose one, too, but hesitated before opening it - he wasn’t sure he was ready to become parent to another ‘pet’ quite yet.
Even Sokka wandered over, though he kept an ear on the sounds from the hallway that led to the bathroom-- and an eye on Zuko’s front-mounted cargo. (AN: I meant the puppy by that, btw. Just to be clear.)
Each started to open their respective box.
Their steward heard a knock at the door; he quickly returned and spoke quietly to Iroh. “Is she now?” the gentleman noted curiously, before rising to follow the attendant to the front door.
Glancing at his charges, he called jovially to Zuko, “You’re in charge of things here until I’m back, Nephew! People and gifts included. No raiding the mini-bar!” he chuckled as he made his way to the visitors who’d arrived.
Zuko looked up at his uncle’s parting words, a bad feeling in his bones. He looked over to see the idiot finally opening his box.
“What the-fruitcake!?” cried Sokka indignantly as he flung the wrapping away. “Is this some kind of Fire Nation joke?”
“I wonder if I can bend this,” muttered Toph to herself, banging the lump of cake on the side of the table. “It’s definitely hard enough.”
Zuko started wishing he’d remembered to ask the concierge for ulcer medication when they’d first arrived from the recital hall that night. He looked dismally at the two loud, unhappy people across from him and then down at his own box and felt like screaming in frustration at his uncle, Why am I the one in charge of all the fruitcakes?!
Xiao Xiao whimpered and gave poor, futile Master a lick of encouragement.
HOT TUB ACTION, BABY!
“So, are we returning to eat or sleep after this?” asked Katara with a small laugh as she healed Aang’s arm in her lap. She sat beside him in the tub, relaxed and patient as she treated him and felt the water jets massaging her back.
He yawned and smiled back at his best friend, happy just for the quiet time together after their busy day. “How about… just talking?” he asked cautiously, trying not to blush as her hands moved over him, searching for any other areas that needed her attention.
“Sounds good-about what?” Putting his arm down, she reached across him to run her hands up and down his torso, opposite shoulder and arm. “Did I miss anything on this side? How’s your back?” She held him in strong arms and started turning him around on the submerged bench they shared so that his back faced her.
The young man fought to remain calm (and awake) under her ministrations. “Oh, um, anything, really. I think I’m fine now. Thank you.” He took a deep breath and held it as her hands moved over his shoulders and up to massage the back and sides of his neck. He nearly gasped as he felt her kneading the tension there. “Wh-where’d you learn this? Is this part of the healing, too? Your skills are pretty amazing, Katara,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to ignore the urge to sigh in pleasure. He hid another yawn behind a hand.
She chuckled in appreciation and moved her fingers to a different part of his neck. “I learned this from June earlier, actually. I thought you’d had a long day, especially dealing with me, and deserved a bit of extra attention… I…” She took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re more to me than just family, Aang. You’re important to me. Days like today make me realize just how much…” She paused again, her hands stilling on the back of the shoulders she faced.
Aang waited, barely breathing. He was excited beyond belief, but could barely keep his eyes open. The duality was some kind of strange cruelty, he decided.
“I want… I want to say ‘thank you’, for today. Every minute you helped me, every moment by my side, every gentle, patient word… I want to thank you.” Though he couldn’t see it, she was smiling.
Slowly, she slid her hands down from his shoulders, and reached around him, pulling him into an embrace from behind. She rested her head on his shoulder, leaning into his neck.
Katara! Aang was trembling; head bowed a little, a furious blush across his cheeks. He bit his lip lightly; making sure it was real and not a dream. His mouth moved a bit, but no sound came out, and his heartbeat sped up erratically.
He felt Katara’s mouth inches from his ear, her warm breath tickling his earlobes and neck.
“Thank you, Aang,” she whispered softly, and squeezed him in her hug. She gave him the briefest of kisses on the side of his jaw, and pulled away.
That did it.
His eyelids fluttered as he groaned and slid unconscious under the water.
“Aang, what the-AANG!” yelled Katara in surprise, as she madly grabbed at the sinking Avatar.
Of all the-why did everyone she or Sokka kissed end up dead or unconscious!? Damnit, she was en route to some serious confidence and intimacy issues of this kept up.
… Hmmm, wait a sec…
The gears in her mind whirred into action. If only she could harness this destructive potential….
The sound of bubbles rising from the water in front of her broke her from her plotting.
Oh geez! Right, Avatar sinking!
Katara pulled her thoughts back to the present and hauled Aang from the tub, accidentally toppling over the side and falling to the floor. He landed awkwardly on top of her, her hands around his waist to steady him.
Groaning, Aang lifted his head up slightly, and from between the warm mounds supporting his head, he saw Sokka in the doorway.
Vengeful, fully-armed, meat-roaster-mounted-to-his-back (and flaming!), overprotective, big brother, Sokka.
Oh hells, it’s all over now. It doesn’t matter anymore, concluded the monk in exhaustion.
With that thought, Aang felt a brilliant smile spread across his lips, sighed happily, and buried his face in Katara’s chest, deciding he might as well die happy. “Love you, Katara,” he said and let the dark wings of sleep embrace him.
SUITE ENTRANCE
“… which is why we’re here for the card. Ty Lee,” Azula indicated the other girl move forward, which she did and offered Iroh a beautifully embossed red envelope. He accepted it and motioned them into the suite, but turned to give his niece a warning look.
“You are to behave, Princess Azula. The others have had a long day, and want to end it on a pleasant note. Even your brother has learned to observe his good manners. Follow his example for once, please.”
“Of course, Uncle,” agreed Junior Royal Psychopath smoothly. “Oh, we brought gifts for the peas- for everyone. May we bring them inside?”
The Dragon of the West glanced over the boxes, one eyebrow raised. Against his better judgment, he nodded.
Azula smiled and followed, trailed by her two comrades and their team of servants.
She stopped dead at the chaos that met them upon entry into the suite.
It was utter bedlam.
Furniture was broken and knocked over, nut shells and other debris littered the floor, and at the coffee table Toph was earthbending what looked like a half-dozen fruitcakes into a penguin. Zuko was cuddling happily with the puppy, the snuggly-carrier still expertly wrapped around him. Sokka was out on the balcony trying to lure a nocturnal squirrel into a strange, fire-breathing cage on his back.
“So their aberrancy is contagious? Enlightening,” acknowledged the princess as her gaze swept the wreckage. She moved further into the room and let the others admire the mental delinquency that had manifested itself all over the suite.
“Wow! I hope they invite us to their next party!” gushed Ty Lee, her hands clasped together at her chest in awe.
“Aren’t we missing two of them?” Mei folded her arms in front of her, unimpressed. She brushed a nearby bench clean and sat down to examine her fingernails.
Ty Lee started towards the balcony to join Sokka. “I’ll go ask him!” she offered far too enthusiastically.
“Just bring him inside, Ty Lee, thank you,” ordered Azula as she waved the servants and their boxes in.
When they were all seated at the coffee table, Azula raised her teacup and bowed deferentially to her esteemed uncle. Iroh kept his eyes on her and nodded at her to continue.
“I wish to thank you for your hospitality, and extend these gifts to you,” she started, and the servants gave each of the suite’s occupants a large box. “I ask only for the return of my property.”
Zuko met Iroh’s eyes, confused. She couldn’t mean… The prince completely misinterpreted Azula’s words. Her property? Before Iroh could stop him, Zuko leapt to his feet. The watertribe idiot had been with his sister!? A mixture of horror and revulsion so strong it nearly overpowered him rushed through the young firebender, and his eyes narrowed.
“You were with my sister?! And you nearly bankrupted my treasury!? DIE!”
“What?” screamed Sokka, looking up from the box in front of him, completely confused. “No wait, of course not, I-“ he put his hands up to fend off the irate prince, and jumped to his own feet. This situation did not bode well for him, and he preferred to run and fight another day than sit and perish in the way.
“Wait, both of you,--“ started Iroh, but was drowned out by the next outburst.
“Hold on, Sokka-you were playing me? With my best friend, behind my back? And just for her money!?” screeched Ty Lee. Her cheeks were as pink as her outfit, and there were tears in her eyes. Her fists were bunched tensely at her sides, shaking.
“No, I only dated you for the money--!” broke in Sokka, turning to Ty Lee in an effort to appease the furious girl.
Her eyes glared murderously at him. “YOU PIG!” she shouted, and he quickly realized his error and backtracked.
“Young people, please-“ tried Iroh again in futility.
“No, wait, I mean, that came out wrong! I don’t care about the money! It’s about you, baby, all about you! I don’t even have the card anymore!” Sokka explained desperately, praying for at least a minor beating as opposed to a full-fledged assault from a runaway circus carnie in flaming-pink dancing pants. Oh the indignity. At least Katara was still around to mend him.
As he backed away from the smirking princess, out-of-control prince, bored-but-no-doubt-amused-at-his-discomfort goth girl, and psycho gymnast ex-girlfriend, a part of his mind was kind enough to take the opportunity to remind him his beloved baby sister still hadn’t emerged yet from the hot tub she was sharing with Aang.
They’d been in there for almost an hour. Together. Unsupervised.
And he’d completely forgotten about them.
Noooooo!
His pupils dilating, Sokka started hyperventilating and suddenly tore off across the suite in search of his sister and their airbending friend, the Fire Nation troops in hot pursuit.
Katara-Katara-Katara--… Sokka’s mind mercifully kept the mental imagery to a minimum, but he was a young man and knew full-well what other young men thought about young women. Pretty young women. Pretty young women who even had threatening, vengeful, warriors for older brothers. Zuko, who was following him closely, no doubt had similar notions of brotherly overprotection, but his attentions seemed to be directed more at his financial security than his family.
My one mission from Dad, and I may have failed! Sokka wailed at himself internally, feeling sick at the thought. His mind ran wild. Well, actually, two missions: his dad had also said something about keeping Katara “off the pole”, but being a young boy, Sokka hadn’t understood that one, and they lived at the South Pole, and visited the North Pole, so what did his dad mean?
Spying the door wasn’t entirely closed, his heart leapt up to his throat with naïve ardour. Maybe I’m completely overreacting! Maybe she’s really just healing him and they’re practicing waterbending! Maybe they’re pledging mutual abstinence vows which they’ll keep until they’re in their 40s! Oh, I like that one! Come oooon, abstinence vows! Brotherly instincts don’t fail me now!
Throwing open the door in hope, he felt his entire, deluded fantasy world crumple at the sight of Aang sprawled across his pure, virgin, baby sister, his head between her breasts, and her hands around his sides.
Upon spotting him, the Avatar smiled blissfully before nuzzling down again, resigned to his violent fate. “Love you, Katara,” he sighed happily and dozed off.
“AGNI KAI, AIR NOMAD! I’m about to make you extinct!” shouted the watertribesman in blind rage.
Still laid out on the cold tile floor, Katara covered her eyes with her hand and groaned. “You’re not even a bender, Sokka, let alone Fire Nation…” she started in exasperation.
“I am now! I can feel it!” His eyes were huge, veins bulging in his neck and forehead as he tried to summon fire in his hands. “Almost there!” he called. “Get ready!”
“What do you feel?” demanded Zuko, coming up behind him and putting an arm on his shoulder to get past him, as Katara mumbled a frustrated, “Oh for the love of….” under her breath. From her vantage point on the floor, she thought Sokka looked rather constipated, honestly.
“Oh my god, Sokka, you’re into guys, too!?” gasped Ty Lee as she reached them, eyeing both Sokka and Zuko in shock… and dawning appreciation.
Both boys paused temporarily to look back at Ty Lee. Their dispute was momentarily pushed side by their mutual apprehension in light of her decidedly unsettling grin.
Azula and Mei stopped short at the doorway, and looked at each other as the boys made negatives gestures with their hands and shook their heads vehemently, trying to find a way out of the misunderstanding. But Ty Lee would have none of it.
“Oh look! A hot tub!” she exclaimed, clapping happily and grabbing both boys with surprising strength, dragging them in against their protestations. “It’s raining men! Hallelujah, it’s raining men!” she sang out cheerfully, relishing in the bubbles.
“Well, well,” declared Mei, leaning on the doorjamb, “looks like things just got interesting…”
Azula smirked.
TBC
/end Kataang epilogue, Part 02.
/AN: More fluff a-coming! ;)
Apologies for formatting-problems! It worked ok last night in the preview pane, but I guess it wasn't consistent with the actual upload!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3274384/12/ <-- ff.net link
Part 03 is mostly written, I just need to finish the last bit, then type & edit. Hopefully up by next week!
“The Gift Horse”
AN: All materials are copyright their original creators.
The cast of Avatar receive gifts from their creators in recognition of all their hard work in Season 2. Toph is first in line.
Chapter 08 Summary: Oh the chaos, oh the mush… ;)
AN: Sorry, I know I promised the Zutara ending next, but it worked out easier for me to continue with this Kataang ending first - one part left, and then we move to the Zutara! Sorry about the confusion-I was sick recently and bumped my head, so blame this inconsistency on that!
Chapter 08: Kataang epilogue part 02!
LIVING ROOM OF TOPH AND SOKKA’S SUITE
“Ah, Zuko my boy, please help me with these,” said the kindly ex-general as he carefully placed a few small cartons in his nephew’s outstretched arms. Carrying over a fresh pot of tea and some cups on a tray, Iroh slowly meandered back to the living room, grumbling nephew in tow.
“More stuff? What’s in these boxes?” asked Toph sleepily, hearing them bump together as Zuko placed them on the low table before sitting down by his uncle.
“A little something I thought everyone would enjoy,” he teased in conspiratorial tones, offering her a box. Zuko chose one, too, but hesitated before opening it - he wasn’t sure he was ready to become parent to another ‘pet’ quite yet.
Even Sokka wandered over, though he kept an ear on the sounds from the hallway that led to the bathroom-- and an eye on Zuko’s front-mounted cargo. (AN: I meant the puppy by that, btw. Just to be clear.)
Each started to open their respective box.
Their steward heard a knock at the door; he quickly returned and spoke quietly to Iroh. “Is she now?” the gentleman noted curiously, before rising to follow the attendant to the front door.
Glancing at his charges, he called jovially to Zuko, “You’re in charge of things here until I’m back, Nephew! People and gifts included. No raiding the mini-bar!” he chuckled as he made his way to the visitors who’d arrived.
Zuko looked up at his uncle’s parting words, a bad feeling in his bones. He looked over to see the idiot finally opening his box.
“What the-fruitcake!?” cried Sokka indignantly as he flung the wrapping away. “Is this some kind of Fire Nation joke?”
“I wonder if I can bend this,” muttered Toph to herself, banging the lump of cake on the side of the table. “It’s definitely hard enough.”
Zuko started wishing he’d remembered to ask the concierge for ulcer medication when they’d first arrived from the recital hall that night. He looked dismally at the two loud, unhappy people across from him and then down at his own box and felt like screaming in frustration at his uncle, Why am I the one in charge of all the fruitcakes?!
Xiao Xiao whimpered and gave poor, futile Master a lick of encouragement.
HOT TUB ACTION, BABY!
“So, are we returning to eat or sleep after this?” asked Katara with a small laugh as she healed Aang’s arm in her lap. She sat beside him in the tub, relaxed and patient as she treated him and felt the water jets massaging her back.
He yawned and smiled back at his best friend, happy just for the quiet time together after their busy day. “How about… just talking?” he asked cautiously, trying not to blush as her hands moved over him, searching for any other areas that needed her attention.
“Sounds good-about what?” Putting his arm down, she reached across him to run her hands up and down his torso, opposite shoulder and arm. “Did I miss anything on this side? How’s your back?” She held him in strong arms and started turning him around on the submerged bench they shared so that his back faced her.
The young man fought to remain calm (and awake) under her ministrations. “Oh, um, anything, really. I think I’m fine now. Thank you.” He took a deep breath and held it as her hands moved over his shoulders and up to massage the back and sides of his neck. He nearly gasped as he felt her kneading the tension there. “Wh-where’d you learn this? Is this part of the healing, too? Your skills are pretty amazing, Katara,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly as he tried to ignore the urge to sigh in pleasure. He hid another yawn behind a hand.
She chuckled in appreciation and moved her fingers to a different part of his neck. “I learned this from June earlier, actually. I thought you’d had a long day, especially dealing with me, and deserved a bit of extra attention… I…” She took a deep breath before continuing. “You’re more to me than just family, Aang. You’re important to me. Days like today make me realize just how much…” She paused again, her hands stilling on the back of the shoulders she faced.
Aang waited, barely breathing. He was excited beyond belief, but could barely keep his eyes open. The duality was some kind of strange cruelty, he decided.
“I want… I want to say ‘thank you’, for today. Every minute you helped me, every moment by my side, every gentle, patient word… I want to thank you.” Though he couldn’t see it, she was smiling.
Slowly, she slid her hands down from his shoulders, and reached around him, pulling him into an embrace from behind. She rested her head on his shoulder, leaning into his neck.
Katara! Aang was trembling; head bowed a little, a furious blush across his cheeks. He bit his lip lightly; making sure it was real and not a dream. His mouth moved a bit, but no sound came out, and his heartbeat sped up erratically.
He felt Katara’s mouth inches from his ear, her warm breath tickling his earlobes and neck.
“Thank you, Aang,” she whispered softly, and squeezed him in her hug. She gave him the briefest of kisses on the side of his jaw, and pulled away.
That did it.
His eyelids fluttered as he groaned and slid unconscious under the water.
“Aang, what the-AANG!” yelled Katara in surprise, as she madly grabbed at the sinking Avatar.
Of all the-why did everyone she or Sokka kissed end up dead or unconscious!? Damnit, she was en route to some serious confidence and intimacy issues of this kept up.
… Hmmm, wait a sec…
The gears in her mind whirred into action. If only she could harness this destructive potential….
The sound of bubbles rising from the water in front of her broke her from her plotting.
Oh geez! Right, Avatar sinking!
Katara pulled her thoughts back to the present and hauled Aang from the tub, accidentally toppling over the side and falling to the floor. He landed awkwardly on top of her, her hands around his waist to steady him.
Groaning, Aang lifted his head up slightly, and from between the warm mounds supporting his head, he saw Sokka in the doorway.
Vengeful, fully-armed, meat-roaster-mounted-to-his-back (and flaming!), overprotective, big brother, Sokka.
Oh hells, it’s all over now. It doesn’t matter anymore, concluded the monk in exhaustion.
With that thought, Aang felt a brilliant smile spread across his lips, sighed happily, and buried his face in Katara’s chest, deciding he might as well die happy. “Love you, Katara,” he said and let the dark wings of sleep embrace him.
SUITE ENTRANCE
“… which is why we’re here for the card. Ty Lee,” Azula indicated the other girl move forward, which she did and offered Iroh a beautifully embossed red envelope. He accepted it and motioned them into the suite, but turned to give his niece a warning look.
“You are to behave, Princess Azula. The others have had a long day, and want to end it on a pleasant note. Even your brother has learned to observe his good manners. Follow his example for once, please.”
“Of course, Uncle,” agreed Junior Royal Psychopath smoothly. “Oh, we brought gifts for the peas- for everyone. May we bring them inside?”
The Dragon of the West glanced over the boxes, one eyebrow raised. Against his better judgment, he nodded.
Azula smiled and followed, trailed by her two comrades and their team of servants.
She stopped dead at the chaos that met them upon entry into the suite.
It was utter bedlam.
Furniture was broken and knocked over, nut shells and other debris littered the floor, and at the coffee table Toph was earthbending what looked like a half-dozen fruitcakes into a penguin. Zuko was cuddling happily with the puppy, the snuggly-carrier still expertly wrapped around him. Sokka was out on the balcony trying to lure a nocturnal squirrel into a strange, fire-breathing cage on his back.
“So their aberrancy is contagious? Enlightening,” acknowledged the princess as her gaze swept the wreckage. She moved further into the room and let the others admire the mental delinquency that had manifested itself all over the suite.
“Wow! I hope they invite us to their next party!” gushed Ty Lee, her hands clasped together at her chest in awe.
“Aren’t we missing two of them?” Mei folded her arms in front of her, unimpressed. She brushed a nearby bench clean and sat down to examine her fingernails.
Ty Lee started towards the balcony to join Sokka. “I’ll go ask him!” she offered far too enthusiastically.
“Just bring him inside, Ty Lee, thank you,” ordered Azula as she waved the servants and their boxes in.
When they were all seated at the coffee table, Azula raised her teacup and bowed deferentially to her esteemed uncle. Iroh kept his eyes on her and nodded at her to continue.
“I wish to thank you for your hospitality, and extend these gifts to you,” she started, and the servants gave each of the suite’s occupants a large box. “I ask only for the return of my property.”
Zuko met Iroh’s eyes, confused. She couldn’t mean… The prince completely misinterpreted Azula’s words. Her property? Before Iroh could stop him, Zuko leapt to his feet. The watertribe idiot had been with his sister!? A mixture of horror and revulsion so strong it nearly overpowered him rushed through the young firebender, and his eyes narrowed.
“You were with my sister?! And you nearly bankrupted my treasury!? DIE!”
“What?” screamed Sokka, looking up from the box in front of him, completely confused. “No wait, of course not, I-“ he put his hands up to fend off the irate prince, and jumped to his own feet. This situation did not bode well for him, and he preferred to run and fight another day than sit and perish in the way.
“Wait, both of you,--“ started Iroh, but was drowned out by the next outburst.
“Hold on, Sokka-you were playing me? With my best friend, behind my back? And just for her money!?” screeched Ty Lee. Her cheeks were as pink as her outfit, and there were tears in her eyes. Her fists were bunched tensely at her sides, shaking.
“No, I only dated you for the money--!” broke in Sokka, turning to Ty Lee in an effort to appease the furious girl.
Her eyes glared murderously at him. “YOU PIG!” she shouted, and he quickly realized his error and backtracked.
“Young people, please-“ tried Iroh again in futility.
“No, wait, I mean, that came out wrong! I don’t care about the money! It’s about you, baby, all about you! I don’t even have the card anymore!” Sokka explained desperately, praying for at least a minor beating as opposed to a full-fledged assault from a runaway circus carnie in flaming-pink dancing pants. Oh the indignity. At least Katara was still around to mend him.
As he backed away from the smirking princess, out-of-control prince, bored-but-no-doubt-amused-at-his-discomfort goth girl, and psycho gymnast ex-girlfriend, a part of his mind was kind enough to take the opportunity to remind him his beloved baby sister still hadn’t emerged yet from the hot tub she was sharing with Aang.
They’d been in there for almost an hour. Together. Unsupervised.
And he’d completely forgotten about them.
Noooooo!
His pupils dilating, Sokka started hyperventilating and suddenly tore off across the suite in search of his sister and their airbending friend, the Fire Nation troops in hot pursuit.
Katara-Katara-Katara--… Sokka’s mind mercifully kept the mental imagery to a minimum, but he was a young man and knew full-well what other young men thought about young women. Pretty young women. Pretty young women who even had threatening, vengeful, warriors for older brothers. Zuko, who was following him closely, no doubt had similar notions of brotherly overprotection, but his attentions seemed to be directed more at his financial security than his family.
My one mission from Dad, and I may have failed! Sokka wailed at himself internally, feeling sick at the thought. His mind ran wild. Well, actually, two missions: his dad had also said something about keeping Katara “off the pole”, but being a young boy, Sokka hadn’t understood that one, and they lived at the South Pole, and visited the North Pole, so what did his dad mean?
Spying the door wasn’t entirely closed, his heart leapt up to his throat with naïve ardour. Maybe I’m completely overreacting! Maybe she’s really just healing him and they’re practicing waterbending! Maybe they’re pledging mutual abstinence vows which they’ll keep until they’re in their 40s! Oh, I like that one! Come oooon, abstinence vows! Brotherly instincts don’t fail me now!
Throwing open the door in hope, he felt his entire, deluded fantasy world crumple at the sight of Aang sprawled across his pure, virgin, baby sister, his head between her breasts, and her hands around his sides.
Upon spotting him, the Avatar smiled blissfully before nuzzling down again, resigned to his violent fate. “Love you, Katara,” he sighed happily and dozed off.
“AGNI KAI, AIR NOMAD! I’m about to make you extinct!” shouted the watertribesman in blind rage.
Still laid out on the cold tile floor, Katara covered her eyes with her hand and groaned. “You’re not even a bender, Sokka, let alone Fire Nation…” she started in exasperation.
“I am now! I can feel it!” His eyes were huge, veins bulging in his neck and forehead as he tried to summon fire in his hands. “Almost there!” he called. “Get ready!”
“What do you feel?” demanded Zuko, coming up behind him and putting an arm on his shoulder to get past him, as Katara mumbled a frustrated, “Oh for the love of….” under her breath. From her vantage point on the floor, she thought Sokka looked rather constipated, honestly.
“Oh my god, Sokka, you’re into guys, too!?” gasped Ty Lee as she reached them, eyeing both Sokka and Zuko in shock… and dawning appreciation.
Both boys paused temporarily to look back at Ty Lee. Their dispute was momentarily pushed side by their mutual apprehension in light of her decidedly unsettling grin.
Azula and Mei stopped short at the doorway, and looked at each other as the boys made negatives gestures with their hands and shook their heads vehemently, trying to find a way out of the misunderstanding. But Ty Lee would have none of it.
“Oh look! A hot tub!” she exclaimed, clapping happily and grabbing both boys with surprising strength, dragging them in against their protestations. “It’s raining men! Hallelujah, it’s raining men!” she sang out cheerfully, relishing in the bubbles.
“Well, well,” declared Mei, leaning on the doorjamb, “looks like things just got interesting…”
Azula smirked.
TBC
/end Kataang epilogue, Part 02.
/AN: More fluff a-coming! ;)
Apologies for formatting-problems! It worked ok last night in the preview pane, but I guess it wasn't consistent with the actual upload!
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3274384/12/ <-- ff.net link