Authors Note: Hmm..Authors Note sounds to formal for me, oh well. Anyways, thanks abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz1, aashi, and Yumi52IshiyamaQ. Don't worry about it Aashi, it was good advise! Ooo…looks like you saw what was coming lol.. This story had a bit more drama then I would have preferred, but I thought it was descent for my second fic. Short Chapter, I hope you all enjoyed this story! Don't be afraid to post, telling me things I could have improved on or what you thought.
Disclaimer-Oooo…you caught me. A 14 year old girl came up with the idea for the greatest show ever when she was 11, how did you know? I'm just kiddin, I don't own Avatar.
Aang blinked, trying to get his vision back. To his relief, it slowly returned, only to be ebbed out by blackness. Aang tried desperately to take in another breath, only to have Zukos grip tighten. Going limp in the prince's grasp, Zuko smirked. Finally.
As Zuko began to let go, he gasped. Aangs eyes were open, but they sure weren't gray. The boy's eyes and tattoo's were growing a ghastly blue, the wind around them beginning to pick up.
Uh oh. Zuko thought. He'd seen the avatar like this before when they'd first meet, and knew it was nothing good for him. Refocusing on Aang, he didn't have time to react before a ball of air began forming around him. It slowly picked up, gaining more speed and power by the second. Zuko could feel the wind becoming sharper, slicing at his skin with its intenseness.
He drew back, a shocked look on his face. Aangs razor eyes glared at him for a moment. Drawing his hand back, he shot an amazingly powerful blow at Zuko. Had there been a wall directly behind him, the prince would have no doubt been crushed. Lucky for him, there was nothing but a long stretch of empty hall behind him.
The sheer strength knocked Zuko out before he even hit the wall, denting it. Aang continued to raise, the metal walls of the ships peeling off. He was like a living tornado.
The crew had stopped fighting, feeling the heavy vibrations coming from below them. They all glanced at each other, unsure of what was going out. Suddenly, a blue light erupted up, easily blowing away the floor of the deck and revealing the avatar.
Zukos men had also seen Aang like this; they knew that it was far to idiotic to attack the boy. Yet Zhaos men seemed as hard headed as their leader. Quickly they fired at him, but their attacks simply dissipated in the wind. Aang turned to face them, motioning his arms.
The air tore the men from the ground, hurling them into the ocean of on top of the ship. But Aang could only stay like this for so long. His glowing faded, lowering him to the ground. Aang staggered on his feet for a moment, but was unable to keep his balance. He feel forward, blinking weakly.
"Aang!" He heard Sokkas voice call. He looked up to see Appas large body land on the ship next to him.
Sokka and Katara leapt off and ran over to Aang. Grabbing his arms, they gently hoisted him to his feet.
"Come on, we have to get out of here." Sokka said as they lead Aang to Appa.
"Aang." Katara said, leaning over and putting her hand on Aangs shoulder. Aang didn't jerk away, but he didn't look at her either.
She betrayed you,
She helped Zuko catch you,
She doesn't even like youHis thoughts only angered the airbender, but Aang managed to keep it under control.
"Listen Aang, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for everything." She said.
"Sorry's not going to change anything." Aang mumbled. Katara sighed.
"Aang, I didn't know Zuko was setting a trap. I didn't know I was just bait. You know that you cant always choose who you love." She said. Aang turned to face her, his eyes unreadable.
"I guess Katara, it's just…" He began.
"You don't have to say anything." Katara interrupted him, wrapping her arms around the boy and hugging him tightly.
"I know that you like me, and I like you. But I think we should wait until we're both older before we're..well, more then friends." Katara said. Aang didn't know wether or not to trust her, was she lying?
"Okay Karara." He said smiling. He was just glad to have everything back to normal.
"Hey, where's the rest of my seal jerky?" Sokka demanded.
"You really know how to ruin a moment don't you?" Katara said, putting her hands on her hips despite the fact that she was sitting down.
"What?" He asked.
"You heard me."
"Its not my fault you two ate all my jerky!" Sokka said.
"Aangs a vegitarion, and I didn't eat your stupid jerky." Katara snapped.
"Your right, what was I thinking? It must have got up and walked away. Duh."
Aang smiled, laying back against Appas saddle. Home sweet home.
Zuko inspected the damage Aang did to his ship…things weren't looking good. It was repairable, but it would be about a week before they could even think about chasing after the Avatar again.
But Zuko wasn't just chasing the avatar anymore. There was another prize to be won at the end of all this, Katara. He could still feel her head resting on his chest, her lips gently brushing against his. Those seemed like moments he would never forget. The Avatar was his, nothing could stand in his way.
Zuko stared out into the ocean, in the direction the crew said they saw the bison fly. Zhao and his men had been "escorted" off the ship, and by that I mean their probably floating on a piece of driftwood somewhere. Zhao had left his ship near Zukos, and the prince assumed that he wouldn't be to pleased to find that they'd taken some parts from it to fix his own ship.
Watching the clear ocean, he couldn't help but see her eyes.
"Goodbye."