Ok this is my first fan fic on , however this is one of my biggest and most loved story on DA and KF. Please note that I usually try not to write this dark, but when I do people just fall in love with it. I really hope you all like this, so please hit that review button at the end of this chapter.

Ages are simple and if you can't figure this out I'm not going to help you at all. Take the ages from the show and add ten to them, but just so no one gets confused I'll list the ages.

Aang: 22, Katara: 24, Sokka: 25, Toph: 22, and Zuko: 26, hopefully you can get everyone else.

I own nothing but the storyline kinda started in my head, but that's about all I own of this story.

It was pouring, no one could possibly see if they were walking. Umbrella's covered the sidewalks, and only a few people run to get inside. Yet the little black car tugged along, carrying it's to passengers home. One was focused on the road, but his concern was for the woman sitting in the back. Her face was tears tricked, heartbroken by yet another man, all because of what she had. She was looking lazily out the window, thankful for the rain.

"Madam Katara, I'm guessing the date didn't go so well with Master Jet." The driver said softly.

"No, not at all. In the end it was only that huge fountain my father and mother left behind that he wanted." The woman whimpered.

"Your brother is getting worried; he called while you were gone. Though he was happy to hear you were seeing someone."

"Why is Sokka worried? Because I live alone in our old house, and can't find anyone. And I live no one but you Bato?"

"That may be true madam, but he's your brother." Bato said as he pulled up into the huge garage by the huge mansion.

Katara got out of the car, along with Bato's help, and dragged her was over to the kitchen. The phone was ring, she know very well who it was. Just another suitor, that's most of her calls were now a days. She was twenty-four and still single, never dated someone long enough for them to be caller he boyfriend. She ignored the ring phone, and went to here bed.

Katara had been happy, she had always been happy; it wasn't until men started seeing her as a target for them to have. She could walk the street without some guy knowing who she was and following her all the way to her father's business, which she now ran. She landed on her bed, curling up into a ball as the phone would ring and ring. She had told Bato answer the phone, only if it was a number she told him was all right.

But the phone was ring and ring, and not even some music could stop it or drown it out. She had had enough, it was driving her mad, and the constant heartbreaks had her deep in depression, Katara wore the mask of happiness. She ripped open her walk in closet, found some jeans and a nice shirt, pulling a long coat of the whole outfit. Katara put her hair up in a hat, and grabbed a raincoat and another hat.

She stormed through puddles and the rain, grabbing her bike, which was hardly used outside of the mansion. She raced off on it until she reached the graveyard, getting off the bike and throwing it on the ground, before kneeling in front of a giant tomb stone. She needed to get something off her chest before she went through with anything.

"You know, Sokka's would kill me if he knew I was planning this. He really would, and he would have known if I didn't wear the stupid thing called a smile. I can't take it anymore, Sokka can run the business, and it's not like the world will suffer without me." Katara said to the tomb, kinda laughing in the rain. "You know that was the tenth man to break my heart, but I've always had weak armor. That and Sokka rips it away when he sets me up with a friend of his. So I'm sorry, but I have too, Sokka has Toph so he's not alone."

Katara got up, and for once she was glad it was raining. She got back on her bike and rode to the city's bridge. It connected downtown with the residential areas, but the public used it for meets and stuff, it was a huge bridge. Tall with cold, unforgiving waters underneath it, no one would know she was gone. She climbed onto the railing, the wind blow her two hats away. It was pushing her and she let it, it wasn't going to take long, not long at all.

There was suddenly two strong arms around her waist, pulling her off the ledge, and causing her to scrap her hand. The arms pulled her close to someone's warm body, now getting hit with the rain. She fought to get loss, but it was an iron hold, a dead iron hold.

"Let me go!" Katara demanded kicking and fighting the hold. "Please let me go! Let me jump, please."

"No, no, I won't let you go, I won't let you jump." A deep, soft voice said. "I won't want to be the one to report it or tell what happen. People love you, I'm sure."

"The only people who do are dead or far away. They don't care enough to be close." Katara whimpered, for she was crying. "No one wants me; it's just what I have."

Whoever had her let go, but grabbed her wrist hard, pulling her along. She gave a small cry of pain, noticing for the first time she had been hurt. A dog came barking toward her and the person pulling her, soon going to the man's side. She didn't ask were he was taking her, but she He turned, heading towards the middle-lower class apartments, and she didn't say a word. He entered one building, and seemed to ignore the doorman's comment toward him. The man pulled Katara into an elevator, and she looked down at the floor, they were both soaking wet. He still had a firm grasp on her wrist, and she noticed that both his and her's were covered in blood. She looked at him from the corner of her eye.

He was tall, lean, yet strong build to him. His thick dark brown hair was gently dripping drops down his face. His eyes were gray, stormy gray like the clouds, and she couldn't help but want to stare into them and see the person behind them. The dog beside him was a white and brown wolfhound. It was a beautiful dog, whose loyalty reminded her of Bato to her. The door opened and he pulled to his apartment, putting her on the coach, before going off to get something. The dog sat there and watched her, tail wagging and panting happily.

Katara was debating the fact that she could just ran and leave, go back to the bridge and jump and he would probably never know. Her blue eyes watched the door then the dog, going back and forward between the two. For some reason she didn't want to leave and the dog kinda scared her.

"You didn't run." His voice made her jump and quickly turn to him. "Much less head for the kitchen."

"No, I didn't." Katara said looking down. "Your dog would probably stop me if I tried anything."

The man couldn't help but laugh. "Appa would bark, but Momo would be the one to really try to stop you if he wasn't sleeping. Here, for your hand."

The man handed her a towel, and she applied pressure to it, before really looking at the cut. It wasn't bad, maybe a few stitches. She hadn't notice the man take her hand gently, it wasn't till there was a sharp sting that she noticed he was holding her wrist and cleaning the wound. She gave a small cry in pain and the man muttered sorry over and over. She noticed the cut was bigger then what she thought, and the man gently wrapped it up tightly.

"So you say no cares." The man said looking at her with those big gray eyes. "But I don't even know you, and I care."

"Thanks for that." Katara said avoiding those eyes. "And I'm sorry, causing you all this trouble."

"It's nothing; I'm use to helping strays. Its what my uncle use to do when I was younger."

"Stray? You calling me a stray?"

"In a way, yes. Everyone loses their way, I know I sure have, probably a lot more then I wanted to." The man seemed to be down cast, avoiding her's.

"What's your name?" Katara asked gently.

"Oh, I'm Aang, and that's Appa, and Momo is my cat."

"A house of strays?"

"You could say that." Aang chuckled. "And you are?"

"Promise you won't tell a soul." Katara said shivering a little, and Aang wrapped her in a blanket.

"I won't tell a soul, now a plant on the other hand." Katara broke out laughing at the joke.

"I'm serious." Katara said laughing and Aang nodded. "My names Katara, Katara Mizu, if you want to be formal." Katara looked to see Aang starring at her, shocked, almost choking on his breath. Katara looked down, before getting up and heading for the door. "I should probably get going."

"No! Its late, and I don't want you jumping off any bridges!" Aang said stepping in front of her and pushing her back down to the coach. "You must be cold; I'll get you some dry clothes."

Katara watched as Aang left into the depths of the apartment, coming back with a shirt and some pants. Katara thanked him and went to the bathroom to change, everything was baggy. Katara went back to the coach and was a sound asleep soon after curling up on it.

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