Title: The Girl in the Grave

Summary:

In which Aang mourns his parents' death by selling their big and empty house and buying himself a new- more humble one. By that, the Italian man didn't expect to find a naked girl in his backyard. "I... I was trying to build a pool... I'm an Architect- sorta."

A/N: There is obvious modern but magical Taang in this one. Also, Disclaimer again.

Aang is the type of man who is optimistic.

But when he's not optimistic, he throws himself into things worth getting busy over.

For example: He, whose parents just recently died, had decided to sell their big house.

When asked why, he would share that his parents always wanted to sell it and move elsewhere. Preferably back to Italy.

But this is Aang, and he knew next to nothing about Italy, let alone speak the language.

So when his parents died, he decided he'd do the things they wanted - or as close as he could to doing them.

He sold the old house.

And he bought a new one, but not in Italy- just someplace closer to work.

"Not healthy, I know. But the house looked really good, Sokka."

"Just don't turn into Zuko. We don't need another zombie serving tea."

"Excuse me?"

A new house = A blank canvas

A blank canvas meant there's so much he could do before he needs to start preparing the forty days event.

You might ask, why would he see a new house as a blank canvas? Easy enough. He, Aang, is an architect.

"Don't get ahead of yourself, you're not even sure if you're gonna graduate on time."

"Katara, don't be mean."

"I just don't want Aang trying to touch the windows again, Suki. The landlord could kick us out if he ever notices."

"He won't. I made sure it looked the same, just without the gaudy screen."

So, after the first night of sleeping in his new house, he decided that the first thing he should work on is the backyard.

He rationalized that if he worked on anything inside the house, it's not likely that he would stop- but it's very likely that he'd work on the whole house until he or the house collapsed from all the remodeling he wants to do.

Now, beforehand, he knew that the land used to be part of a bigger estate that now turned into the neighborhood.

He just didn't think he would get the graveyard part of the estate.

He debates on whether he should call the estate manager, or call Sokka.

The grim sight of a big stone coffin is very unpleasant.

"-digging and digging and digging. And then I thought I hit a rock, but then it wasn't a rock. It wasn't a rock, Sokka. It was a coffin. A stone coffin. And I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do and I think I should I call the estate manager but I'm not even sure if I was even allowed to dig a pool." a pause, "Yes, I did bought the land. No, it's made of stone. I don't think I can lift it on my own!" another pause, "I don't even wanna look at it cuz it's a coffin. By dinner? But that's too long."

The young man sighs, "No. Okay, it's okay. I can wait till then. I'm not freaking out too much, just... yeah. Yeah, no. Yeah, thanks. Just, hurry, okay?"

Several seconds after, the young man proceeds to furiously message the group chat. Informing them of his situation, and that yes, he would appreciate it if anyone can come to his house at the moment. He almost drops his phone when the sound of stone hitting stone startles him enough to make him jump.

He turns around to find the stone coffin three-fourths opened, and a girl sitting up.

A girl.

Black hair, silver-greenish eyes, porcelain skin, and plump lips.

A naked girl.

A naked girl with, apparently, no shame.

"tu chi sei?"

Was that... Italian? That was Italian, right?

Oh, Good Lord above, he did not have the right state of mind for this.

She blinks once, twice, thrice.

It's new- being able to see.

But at least she can see now, the curse is broken, and... why the fuck is she naked?

His yelp makes her roll her eyes, she turns to him. Asks him who he is. He doesn't respond.

In annoyance and determination, she gets out of the coffin.

"Ho detto chi sei. Devo sposarti, lo sai."

She doesn't know if he was overwhelmed or whatever, but...

he sorta... just... dropped dead...

She crouches so that her face is level with his.

Oh good, he's still breathing.

She starts poking his face with her pinkie finger.

Maybe there was residual magic?

Light erupts from her pinkie as she tries to do a sobering spell on him.

It was ineffective.

Or maybe she was just out of practice.