Hey! Oneshot! Well, there's a surprise –rolls eyes- I'm just saying look! I have a oneshot! Okay? Okay. I'm glad we got that sorted out. Righty, then. Here's a oneshot that I've had an idea for forever and I've had it typed up for a while and I've finally put the last tweaks on it. If you don't like it, flame it, cause it's kinda different from your normal oneshot. Or I'm just imagining things again. But it was fun. It probably takes place sometime a little after the war. So anyway. It's different than just the normal fluff. Um anyway! Updates...I'm lightly considering starting a series of drabbles (sound familiar -hint- look at what your reading) No, but in a way somewhat connected to each other, like a main theme of some sort. But I'm still considering it...I'd like to, but again something else to remember to update. We'll see but for now enjoy the update! I don't own Avatar!

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Aang looked around, his dark surroundings. He realized it was it was his childhood home as the sun set. Aang thought he was trapped in one of his guilt dreams where he was catapulted back in time where he'd see Gyatso but wouldn't be able to talk to him or touch him.

"Hello?" he called looking around. He ran up to the courtyard and slowed down when he saw a mural that told a story on one of the main walls. Aang hadn't recalled that that was there before and he studied it. As he read the story and studied the pictures he realized the story was of he and Katara. His fingers ran over the letters as he read the story.

"A long time ago, a powerful Fire Lord was planning to start a large war with the power from a comet. The Avatar was an Air Nomad and was training to stop the ruthless Fire Lord from starting the war. But the Avatar disappeared and the Air Nomads were killed off to the point of extinction. A hundred years later, the Fire Lord had launched the war and had almost taken over the world. Somewhere in the Deep South a young Waterbender girl and her brother discovered a large hollowed out iceberg. The girl cracked the iceberg and discovered the long lost Avatar, frozen for over one hundred years.

For the next year and a half, he trained to learn the other elements, water, earth and fire. When he had completed his training, there was a solar eclipse, blocking out the sun and stopping the Firebenders powers. He faced the current Fire Lord before the comet came back to give him complete power to rule the world. After the war, the young Avatar married the Waterbender." Aang silently gasped at the painting of an older picture of he and Katara. She was wearing a beautiful dress and he was wearing extravagant formal wear on a beautiful summer day. "Together they had many children. The Avatar passed on to his children the art of Airbending, whom they passed on to they to their children and this cycle will continue on. Even after his death his legacy of love and reviving the Airbenders will live on…" Aang read. He ran around the corner to see a large mural of he and Katara (several years older than he was today) wrapped in a tight embrace, locked in a passionate and eternal kiss. He stood back in awe.

"Hello? Who are you? Can I help you?" A girl a little older than him asked him as she came around the corner. She was maybe sixteen with arrow tattoos on her arms and forehead. Aang jumped.

"How—and why? I'm—well—" Aang stumbled. "Who painted this? And when?"

"My Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandmother. Right after her father Avatar Aang died. It's his legend." The girl answered.

"B-but, I'm Avatar Aang! I'm still alive! And I'm younger than you!" Aang stumbled. The girl made a confused face. "Look, I'm in love with Katara! I guess I'm supposed to marry her." Aang told her. "Look." Aang stood next to one of the paintings.

"I guess you kind of look like him, but you can't be him! He's hundreds of years old!" she shouted. "Are you sure you aren't another second cousin I don't know about?"

"Yes I'm sure! But I'm having some bizarre dream or something; I can't be dead! I don't recall any of what's painted on the wall happening! Look, I'm only thirteen!" Aang shook his head. "How many other people live here?"

"My whole family, plus some extended family. A lot of us travel around a lot so we just stop by the temples." She replied.

"And they're all Airbenders?" Aang asked.

"Plus some Waterbenders, and some Earthbenders, maybe a Firebender here or there…" she explained.

"Earthbenders and Firebenders?" Aang asked.

"You don't expect us to stay in our own nations do you? You…if you are my great-great-great-(well you get the point) grandfather Avatar Aang, you or he didn't, he or you couldn't. All the Airbenders were extinct," she said extremely confused as she gestured to the wall.

"I am Avatar Aang!" Aang hopelessly tried clarified. The girl ignored him.

"I've spent hours sitting here, reading and staring at this wall…wondering what it would have been like back then." she looked upon the wall. Aang looked back up at the wall. "Look, we're just about to have dinner. I was going to come grab some fresh fruit right around here and I thought I'd take a detour past here, but I'll just forget about it. If our Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandfather's spirit showed up for dinner I don't think fruit matters." The girl laughed, finally convinced that he was himself.

"I'm not a spirit! I'm in a dream!" Aang shouted following her. He continued to follow her in silence. Then he spoke again, "Hey, if your one of my Great-Great-Great—"

"Okay, enough greats. Just cut to the chase," she told him.

"If your one of my future grandchildren I should get to know you, even if I'll be dead before I'll ever get to meet you. I never caught your name." Aang told her.

"I can't believe I'm getting to know my ancestors like this. My name is Kiki." Kiki introduced herself as they got to the larger courtyards of the temple. "Mom! Dad! Hiramaku! Gran Gran! Uncle Ryo!" Kiki called. Aang furrowed his eyebrows. He remembered Katara calling her grandmother Gran Gran, the name must have been passed down.

"Gosh, Kiki! I thought you'd never get here! I'm practically starved!" a teenager a little older than he whizzed by on an air scooter.

"Hey—" Aang started.

"Great-Great-Great-Great-Great Grandpa Avatar Aang's spirit or corpse in a eleven year old form showed up for dinner." Kiki explained as if it happened everyday.

"Actually, I'm thirteen." Aang told her.

"Whatever." Kiki rolled her eyes.

"Am I dying? Am I crossing over to the spirit world?" the old woman Kiki marked as her Gran Gran asked as she flung her arms around in an alarming fashion. Aang looked at her startled.

"Mom, you always act as if you're dying. But this time we can all see this spirit." Uncle Ryo told her.

"Oh, good." Her Gran Gran sighed.

"I'm not a spirit!" Aang shouted. "I'm in a dream or something and your all a figment of my imagination!"

"Oh, good spirits. You are Avatar Aang…" Kiki's mother gasped as she scrutinized him. "The murals down on the wall…oh, please…come in."

Aang had a million questions flying through his head…he wanted to show Katara!

"So, I'm married to Katara? How many kids do we have? Or did have or whatever? Were we good parents?" Aang started.

"Well, look at how we turned out and judge for yourself." Kiki's grandmother told him.

"Mom!" Kiki's mother hissed.

"What? He wants to know…the parenting techniques are passed down from generation." Kiki's grandmother shrugged.

"Yes, but you said it as if you were telling him they weren't." Kiki's Uncle Ryo explained.

"Oh, for all you know they were. That was hundreds of years ago. It's ancient history." Hiramaku rolled his eyes.

"Hiramaku! Stop acting that way! Aren't you excited you're meeting your ancestors?" Kiki asked.

"He's a dead guy." Hikamaru shrugged.

Aang opened his mouth in the middle of the argument but everything started to spin around him as he returned to his bed. He jumped up, a little startled as he regained his bearings. He looked around half expecting to see the kitchen he was just sitting in with Kiki and her family. It felt too real. Aang jumped up and ran downstairs for breakfast.

"There you are. I was going to get you up but it looked like you were dreaming so I didn't." Katara told him, offering him breakfast. He ignored it.

"Spirits, Katara. You should have seen it, I think I saw the future!" Aang exclaimed grabbing her wrist.

"The future?" Sokka asked.

"Yes, as in a time to come. Something that hasn't happened." Toph explained.

"I know what the future means!" Sokka exclaimed.

"What'd you see?" Katara asked curious.

"I was like a bajillion years in the future and there was this Airbender girl there and—"

"Airbenders? But they're all extinct except for you!" Sokka exclaimed.

"I know, but listen. There was this painting mural type thing explaining this whole story of my life."

"I know where this is going." Toph grinned.

"Where?" Sokka asked.

"And it told this legend—it was about me!" Aang exclaimed. This is what it said:

The Avatar stopped the war and then fell in love with the Water Tribe girl. They got married and started a family of their own, repopulating the Airbenders whose children had children and so on and the generations spread out among the world."

"You did what with Katara?" Sokka choked over his breakfast.

"I thought so." Toph smirked. "Which is probably true. Aang probably saw the future. Aang and Katara probably will get married and have a bunch of little Airbender kids. No matter how much Sokka complains about it." Toph shoved her hand in Sokka's face, as he was about to protest against his little sister and best friend getting married and having children.

"Well, that was only a dream." Katara blushed.

"But it was so real!" Aang fought. "It was a vision!! I saw our family! And...actually they were all a bunch of nutcases...but that's not important—"

"That's it. No more sugar for you before bedtime." Sokka grabbed his ear.