Disclaimer: I do not now, nor have I ever, owned Avatar the Last Airbender or its characters. I also do not own Tim Burten's Corpse Bride, he does. But I am glad both were made.

We all know how it goes in weddings and marriages. The lovely bride comes down the isle dressed in a beautiful white dress, her hair and face done up to perfection and a cheerful smile adorns her features. She comes to meet her groom who is deck out in a handsome tux, his face a mix of joy and nervousness. They link arms as the preacher joins them in holy matrimony. They look into each other's eyes as they say their vows, promising themselves to the other no matter what they should face in life. They promise many things to the one they love, and state before the audience that it is only until death separates them that these divine vows will end before saying 'I do'.

However is that really the case? Is death really the end of such a proclamation of love between two souls? Or could it be the next step, or for this story the beginning?

For you see this is a tale of love and romance unlike any other. Where we shall put to trial whether or not that death is the end of love. So let us journey and betaken into this fable known as:

Sokka's Corpse Bride

A town, quiet and peaceful, on a mostly cloudy afternoon. It is an average town, with average people doing their usual work. The baker is baking up more bread to put up for sale. The old tailor is sweeping the front of his shop. The constable lazily does his rounds of patrol; his bell ringing has he walks along the old cobblestone road. A few pedestrians give greetings to each other as they pass by and continue walking down the street. A small black cat watches as two fish vendors work to cut and clean the latest catch in a repetitive movement. On the third floor of the house next to the fish vendors is a young man looking no more than 19 or 20 absentmindedly polishing a…boomerang?

It is here at the Hyouzen fish market that we meet one Sokka Hyouzen. Except for his above average height, he is your average everyday guy, tanned skin with dark brown hair, deep blue eyes and wearing a simple dark blue suit.

"Well today's the day huh." He asks himself dryly while putting down his beloved metal throwing stick.

As if to answer his question a voice shouts from downstairs.

"Sokka get down here, we have to be at the BeiFong manor in 10 minutes for the rehearsal!" Yells a young feminine voice with command.

With a heavy sign the young man gets up and heads downstairs.

Once he reaches the bottom floor he sees his father, Hakoda Hyouzen, standing in the hallway awaiting him. His father turns to him and gives him a large smile.

"Well today's the day right Sokka." Hakoda declares merrily as he pats his son on the back.

An awkward smile comes to Sokka's face as he just nods and the two walk out to the awaiting carriage where the third member of the family sits impatiently. Sokka winced as he catches his sister's gaze while getting in the carriage. The over baring motherly sister known as Katara.

"About time. You know we can't be late for this Sokka." She said sternly.

"We still have time Katara, don't be so hard on the boy. Or should I say Man considering he will be getting married soon." Hakoda spoke loudly at the end with pride.

He stuck his head out and called to his driver. "Lets go Chit Sang, you kown the way."

The large man took another drag from is pipe and coughed before nodding to his employer. "Right…cough…Hakoda. Just hang on." He spoke through a horsed throat as he whipped the rains to get the horse moving.

Sokka was unusually quite. He knew what was to come but still. What was he supposed to think, he was getting married to almost a complete stranger. He had only met his bride to be briefly and during that time they didn't even get to talk to each other. True she was very attractive from just the first meeting, but what about the rest? He wanted to know more about the person he was going to spend his life with than just, 'oh she is very cute'. Does she like meat? Will she laugh at my jokes? I am not some upper-class guy can she accept that? Thought after Thought and question after question came to him till an important one pushed all others aside.

What about love?

He knew his father loved his mother deeply when she was still alive. He was always told the stories about how they met and fell in love. He secretly always hoped that would happen to him, to find a girl and to be chosen be her alone, not by the people around them.

'Would she even like me let alone love me?' he thought sadly.

Katara looked over to her elder brother, as his face seemed to steadily drop in sadness and worry. She didn't like seeing him like this, but knew what good it would do for the family if her brother married a Beifong. She cared for him and wanted to comfort him some how.

She reached out putting a comforting hand on his. "Sokka I know you may not exactly be thrilled about this," she paused as she saw his eyes roll, "but you know this will be good for our family business. With the title we gain from the Beifongs we can get better business and more money. Not only can we help out our relatives up north but we can start saving some for the medical center Mom always wanted to make."

Sokka gazed to his sister. Not a sad one or an annoyed one, just one filled with understanding. Their mother was the town healer working from their home. She always wanted to start up a center to work from and help more people. Their father did everything he could to build up his fishing company and was doing really well. However just as things were looking good their mother passed on.

Letting out an inward sign Sokka spoke with a calm voice, "Yeah I know. It will do well for us all. I just hope that She and I will be okay, I barely know her and I don't want to ruin this."

Katara smiled and sat back. "Well as long as you don't go on about the joys of meat and boomerangs for hours on end you should do well." She smirked.

"Hey. What's wrong with meat and boomerangs?" Sokka demanded with a glare.

Elsewhere we find two people staring out a grand window into the town spotting the carriage belonging to the Hyouzens'. The two figures stood tall and proper, dressed in the finest of wares and had an air of superiority and power radiating from them. They moved with grace down the hallway as they spoke.

"How has it come to this, that the great Beifongs have to resort to marrying into a family of fi—fi—fis." The man stuttered the end unable to bring himself to say anymore.

"Fish merchants dear?" The slender female next to him more answered than asked.

The man known in this town as Lord Lao Beifong grumbled as they continued down the hallway.

"Yes, those."

"Well as I recall it is because our financial reserves have all but run out. In about another month we will be on the street." The women called Lady Poppy Beifong, summarized.

"From Noble Lords to beggars. I will have nothing of it." Lao roared.

"Which is why we have come up with this plan. Our only daughter will wed the eldest son of the Hyouzen's. They did not request a dowry of any kind, so we do not have to trouble ourselves with that problem and we gain finical backing from their company. This will keep us out of the poor house." Poppy lectured to her husband.

"Lets just hope that our daughter will behave herself in front of them." Lao said sternly.

Within a large room in the Beifong manor a young woman sits in front of a mirror while her attendant was finishing up with her hair. Her face, while lightly dressed with makeup, held a gloomy expression, as she looked at herself in the reflecting surface. She stared at herself hoping that the other her could help with the problems and questions she had been asking.

Am I really doing this? I barely know him and I have never even heard his voice before. He my have been a little bit handsome but its not fair, we should be able to chose who we marry on our own, shouldn't we?

The questions roared through her mind on a similar pattern as her fiancés' did. If you have not guessed it this is Sokka's intended wife, Toph Beifong, and like him she is in an inner battle about the events that are about to transpire.

'Would he enjoy the things I do? Can he handle that I detest being a 'noble lady' and enjoy more acting like everyone else? I wonder how he feels about rock gardening or walking around barefoot? I wonder if he can hold his liquor?' Toph smirked at that thought be it quickly disappeared when the next one hit.

'Could he love me?'

She was pulled, or more like forced from her thoughts when her maid tightened the strings on her corset causing all the air she was breathing to fly right out.

"Sonnovah, Gena could you pull a little harder I think there is still some air left in my lungs." Toph snapped sarcastically.

"I am sorry Lady Toph but we have to get you ready. Your fiancé will be here soon." Gena replied as she started to tie the strings on the corset together.

The elderly woman Gena was one of the only maids in the manor that Toph really liked. She was a confidant to Toph, someone that knew her true self well and whom Toph could talk to without acting like a high society lady.

Topha Signed. "Gena, do…do you think Sokka will like me, you know who I really am?" Toph asked softy.

Gena was about to reply when a deep voice spoke up from the doorway.

"I certainly hope he does not find out about your unruly side." Lao said causing Gena and Toph to look towards him.

"And how is acting like a normal person unruly, father." Toph shot back.

"Toph you are a Beifong and we hold a place in this society." Poppy spoke up.

"So you are saying I have to put on an act for my whole life? Even in front of my husband?" Toph questioned anger evident in her voice.

"It is our duty to be an example to the commoners. You will act appropriately for if this does not go well we will be out on the streets." Lao stated as he turned and headed towards the entranceway.

"Gena do make sure that Toph is dressed quickly they should be here any minute." Poppy ordered before taking off.

Gena bowed and went back to help Toph into her dress. All the while Toph stared at her reflection with one thought on her mind, 'I hope he will at least like me.'

Outside the Beifong manor the Hyouzen's carriage had just pulled up. Chit Sang got from the drivers seat and opened the door.

"Thank you Sang, but please stop smoking so much it isn't good for you." Katara said kindly.

Chit Sang nodded his head as another fit of coughs came out.

Sokka was the last to come out and he just stared at the huge domicile in front of him. With one final sign he hit the ground and walked up to the large and beautifully crafted front door.

Hakoda reached for the bell cord and pulled it causing a very loud gong to ring throughout the mansion alerting everyone within the house to the presents of visitors.

"Well here we go." Sokka spoke out loud not knowing that Toph had said the same thing.

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AN: hey everybody out there TwilightGD here. About time I posted one of the stories I am working on isn't it.

Have no fear I have many more to come. And don't forget next week Feb. 8-14 is the next Tokka week. Bet your sweet badgermole plushy that I will be part of it.

But as for this story I thought it up like before Christmas, but you guys know how life is. The first chapy is out so please review.

Oh please don't keep telling me my grammar sucks. I know, this is the unbeta version. But anything else you would like to tell me would be great. Constructive critisism is the best kind.

Later