Okay. The chapters of this story are going to be very, very long. A lot of the scenes are pointless. Like the meeting one you will see in a few minutes. (Skip it if you want to.) But I wanted to include that, to show how I thought they would rebuild.

But I had put a lot of thought and hard work into this. Please at least try to enjoy it, okay?

Disclaimer; I don't own ATLA, blah, blah, all of that legal crap.

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AVATAR:THE LAST AIRBENDER

The Unknown Elements; The Spirit in Azula

Prologue

I rocketed along the endless stone halls, my arms swinging, lungs aching, the nighttime air stinging my soaked skin. The hood of my cloak, which concealed my pale face, was slumping down and in the way of my vision. I quickly shoved it upward, and continued to run.

I could hear the sounds of alarms, and yells from the guards. "An intruder! An intruder is inside the walls!"

I glanced through the prison bars of all the cells, my eyes darting through each and every one. She had to be here. She had to.

My feet pounded against the limestone passageways. The only prisoners I've seen so far were old men and possessed mothers, their children hiding in corners. Where is she?

Faint sounds of heavy breathing echoed in my ears, and the footfalls of heavy boots. Security. They've spotted me.

I looked over my shoulder. Sure enough, there were two men, covered from head to toe in their green uniforms. They waddled along, their heaving breaths and sluggish movements suddenly giving me the urge to laugh.

But one brought a hand to cup his mouth. "Dai Li! We need the Dai Li over here!"

Oh, no. The Dai Li. I straightened up, and began to run faster. My muscles ached, lungs sore, and I could feel my speed faltering.

I hurriedly rushed into the prison yard. There had to be a way out.

All of a sudden, a cloud of dark green figures came bounding over the dark granite walls. They landed gracefully, their long braids swinging, their forest robes blowing in the wind.

I skidded to a stop, my grey and black boots sending dust and dirt into the air. They all continued to stare at me from under their flat hats, each and every one in a strong, over-practiced stance .My heavy breathing was the only thing that could be heard throughout the whole yard.

Slowly, I reached behind my back, and began to draw my hickory bow. I cautiously took a white arrow from the quiver, and set it in place.

All of a sudden, the Dai Li took action. They began to shoot stone hands at me, whizzing past my arms, my legs, my hair. But I was agile. Quick. I elegantly dodged the flying rocks, and pulled back on my bowstring, and shot at some poor, unlucky soul. I could hear a scream.

I ran toward the wall of the yard, toward a ladder that reached all the way to the top. How ironic.

Hopping onto the wobbly sticks of bamboo, I took aim and shot at a Dai Li agent. It connected with his arm with an ugly thunk, and he howled in an outraged pain, clawing at his wound. Yeah, my arrows hurt. Bad.

I began to quickly ascend the ladder, taking each step hurriedly. I felt a cold, hard thing attach to my ankle and drag me back unmercifully, its rough texture scraping my skin. I looked down. There was a stone hand wrapped around my shin. I took my bow, and with one swift movement, hacked at it with the crook of my weapon. It immediately shattered, and fell to the ground, clattering against wide hats and hard dirt.

I continued to rise up the long ladder, the stone palms crashing against the rock wall in front of me. I reached the top, and flipped over the side. Instead of the miraculous escape like I hoped, I ended up facing two Dai Li agents.

One immediately shot a rock out of the ground at my side. I dodged it with nimble accuracy. Another sent a huge boulder lunging at my head, but I simply pushed off of the ground and soared over the flying chunk.

When I landed, I quickly snatched an arrow from my quiver, set it in place, and fired. It sunk deep into one of the agents' legs. He grabbed for his thigh and cried out in anguish, pain radiating from his face, blood seeping through his uniform and trembling fingers. He collapsed to his knees, milking his wound desperately.

I whipped to the other earthbender. I could see him scowl through the darkness, obviously angry for me injuring his friend. His brown eyes shone with hatred. It made me feel triumphant.

I smirked at him. "Hey, it's not like you weren't expecting this. I mean, why join the Dai Li, and think you're not going to get hurt?"

He snarled, outraged at my reaction. With one swift flick of his wrist, he sent a stone wall thrusting up under my feet.

I spryly let the jolt throw me upward, and flip me over the wall. Hurtling through the air, my body pitched effortlessly, spinning once, twice, three times. I landed on the dirt ground on my feet, the impact sending a shock through my tired muscles. Nevertheless, I started to run.

I could hear shrill bells, yells and protests echoing from the prison disappearing behind me. My feet were once again thumping against the familiar hard ground I was so used to, kicking against mud, grass, pebbles, anything flying up ceasing to distract me from the ultimate objective at the moment; to get away from there as fast as I could.

Jeez, I felt like a coward. A total, complete, utter wimp. You know what Masanori would have called me? A weenie. A total wuss. Yeah, what a great sensei she was. I take that back; she was and is pure awesome. But she would be right. I was running from people whom of which I could kick their sorry butts in the next millennia if I wanted to… but I didn't. For some reason, a voice was urging me to get the heck outta there. Immediately.

I thrust through the woods. Bushes snagged my clothes, my cloak, my hair. But I was desperate to escape… to run. I did not want to have anything else to do with that wretched place.

I reached my hands as far as they could go above me. They caught onto a branch, and I swung upward and flipped into the leaves nimbly, the rough bark scraping my hands.

Crap. I had lost three really good arrows to those freaking jerks. Screw those nimwads.

Massaging my sore ankle caused by that stupid Dai Li chunk of rock, I watched through the as the search parties were sent out of the prison, clumps of armored men in green holding feathered spears disappearing into the woods. To look for me.

Me.

I could hardly believe it. I just escaped from intruding. Yeah, I'm a hunter and a fighter, but I had never been in a situation like that before. Sure, I kick backsides a-plenty. But that was while I was practicing, or when the occasional string of bandits or thieves came rushing through. This was real hardcore fighting. Yet, I had not succeeded.

I had failed. I had failed enormously.

Tears trailed down my cheeks; the salt from the drops stung my nicks and scrapes. I could taste the blood in my mouth, running past my lips and down my chin.

I wiped away the droplets with the back of my dirt-encased hand. "I'm sorry, Yuna." Then I reluctantly began to hop through the trees, and farther into the dark forest.

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Chapter One: The Letter From Zuko

Aang placed his chin in his hands out of boredom.

This was not a place for a hyperactive thirteen-year-old.

"And so, I believe that if we assign the citizens of Omashu duties, dealing with agriculture and rebuilding, we can have a much more organized alternative. If we prosecute the rebels from Omashu, we will be able to have a higher chance of continuation with the reassessment. And if we part the land from the Earth Kingdom citizens, then we will have a much better increase in the category of laborers and servants, therefore making it possible-"

"For what?" Toph interrupted, kicking her bare feet up on the table. Other generals and admirals grimaced at this unmannerly behavior. "So you can just steal whatever the citizens worked and yearned for, and make them as laborers and slaves?" She scoffed. "I don't think so."

Even though she couldn't see, Aang flashed a glance of gratefulness in her direction. Thanks, Toph.

General Leng, who was proposing this ridiculous plan, glared at her. "Mistress Toph Bei Fong!" He clenched his fist even harder on the tightly rolled scroll in his pudgy hand. "You have no right to intrude!"

Toph rolled her glazed, greenish blue eyes. "And you're telling me this now? If I had known I had no say into whatever you head honchos cook up in those rinky-dink heads of yours, then I wouldn't have come in the first place."

The general glanced Aang's way with a hopeful look in his eye. "Avatar Aang…?"

Aang sighed heavily. "She does have a point. I mean, taking away their land after a hundred year war does not sound like the best alternative, General Leng. And prosecuting the Fire Nation rebels doesn't seem right, either." He forced his eyes up to look at the bearded man. "They're just fighting for what they believe in. We did the same thing when we went against the war." He sat up straighter, and folded his hands on the table. "I'm not sure this is the best option."

The general was fuming. "It is the only option, Avatar Aang! I insist that we-"

Aang shut him off with a wave. "No." The airbender licked his lips, and focused his eyes on the man. "I'm sorry, General Leng, but you're proposal is not acceptable." He tightened his jaw. "It is rejected."

The man looked like he wanted to snarl something back at him, but he simply bowed, stiffly gathered up his scrolls, and waddled to his seat.

Aang now looked down at the list in front of him, expecting another butthead idea from another butthead guy up in the high ranks of buttheadedness. But instead, he saw Sokka and Katara's name. His body flooded with relief.

He glanced up, and motioned to his friends. "Now, Sir Sokka of the Water Tribe and Miss Katara of the Water Tribe will now speak on their behalf."

Sokka, clearly excited, popped up from his chair, and started to gather up his papers. "Thanks, Aang." The members of the council all looked at him as if he had some green rash on his face for referring to the Avatar so familiarly.

But Katara, noticing the councilors' reactions, picked up her organized book of files in front of her, then turned and bowed to Aang. "Thank you, Avatar." The generals seemed to be reassured by this.

The airbender nodded to his friends. "What do you propose?" It felt weird addressing his companions this way.

Katara smiled at him. "Well," she said, "as you know, we are having a bit of trouble gathering workers to rebuild Omashu. What I and Sir Sokka have realized is that we are all focusing on the people in Omashu as workers. And," she gestured to her brother, "we have found, from studies of both people of higher and lower rank, that there has been a certain decline in the work available here in Ba Sing Se. People, of course, settle here and live happy lives, but recently it has become so overpopulated, they cannot hold jobs."

Sokka pointed his index finger up in the air, as if addressing a very important topic. "So!" he exclaimed gleefully, "We will give an option the Ba Sing Se settlers and citizens; to come to Omashu and get jobs, or stay in Ba Sing Se. They are welcome to do either." He shuffled through his scrolls. "But, if you think logically, you cannot survive without any kind of work. So, if I am correct, there will be a great many people moving to Omashu for employment. Meaning, we will have more assistance with rebuilding in that area."

Aang's chest swelled with pride. Of course, only his friends would think up of a perfectly good plan. He could hear other admirals and generals murmuring in agreement to this proposal.

Katara shuffled through her book of papers, and pulled out a stack of neat, clean pieces. "The rebels, unfortunately, cannot be controlled humanely. Nevertheless, we have realized that there are very few. We can, therefore, offer them a place in Omashu and in Yangzai, a city in the Fire Nation that is tolerant to any sort of travelers, to see if they will accept or decline the circumstances. If they accept, they will live peacefully. If they decline, there is simply nothing we can do."

She began to pass out the papers in her hand. "There is another issue. Education and housing development, as well as proper sanitation and protection from weather. This is very, very lacking is Ba Sing Se." She handed out the last sheet, and brushed a strand of hair from her eyes. "On this sheet is the current percent of damage done to the Ba Sing Se area. As you can see, it is separated out into three sections. The Lower Ring, the Middle Ring, and the Upper Ring." She waved a hand to her brother, who was practically jumping up and down from anticipation. Aang fought back the urge to laugh. "Sokk- Sir Sokka will now introduce the improvement of this predicament."

Sokka grinned at the many men across the vast table. "Okay. So, first, we have the issue of everything that Miss Katara had just mentioned. Well that, obviously, can be rebuilt by workers coming in for employment. But the issue of money, and how to spend it." He flipped through his many papers, his eyes lighting up when he landed on a certain one. "Firelord Zuko has given us a certain amount of money to rebuild. 1500,000 gold pieces." He tugged the parchment out from his stack, and shoved the other pieces of parchment aside. "This, my friends, is quite an amount of money. Well, we can spend it rebuilding Ba Sing Se, which was very lacking in proper necessities from the beginning."

Aang licked his lips in fascination. "Well, what do you suggest?"

"I have calculated the amount to separation between all of the issues and all of the Rings. The Upper Ring is in need of the least work. 200,000 for that area. The Middle Ring has suffered some damage, but not enough to be fatal. About 400,000 for that Ring. The Lower Ring, however, is in need of the direst work. 900,000 gold pieces will be given to that section." He took a deep breath. "In the Upper Ring, most damage is to the highly-ranked people's homes. The money given will be spent repairing it. On the Middle Ring, many of the schools and houses were demolished. The University was damaged. The money will be to help that, as well. But, for the Lower Ring, we will spend the money not only on rebuilding, but also to set up schools, and proper bathrooms and cleaner streets. The houses will be built with more protection from weather." He swallowed. "Therefore, benefiting the people in Ba Sing Se."

Katara and Sokka bowed respectfully to Aang. "That is the end of our proposal," Katara managed, and they both took their seats.

There was silence. Finally, Toph spoke. "Good job, you guys. It sounds perfect."

A general swallowed. "I… I think it is a great idea."

"So do I!"

"Me, as well."

All eyes glanced over to the airbender sitting at the head of the table. "What do you think, Avatar Aang?" A man asked.

Aang looked over at his friends, who were looking desperately hopeful, and grinned. "I think it's awesome."

xxx

Katara sipped her jasmine tea, the warm beverage seeping down her throat.

She smiled at Iroh, who was stirring the hot drink in a pot. "Thanks, Iroh. It's delicious, as usual."

The old man grinned back. "My pleasure."

Sokka stuffed a fourth cookie into his mouth. "That meeting was SO. LONG. Pure torture."

And huffed, and trailed a finger around the rim of his full cup. "No kidding. I'm getting sick of those meetings." He licked his lips. "And the generals are starting to drive me crazy."

Toph slurped her tea. "I think their insanity is, like, contagious."

There was a subtle knock on the door.

"Come on in!" Iroh cried, pouring what was left of the tea into Sokka's empty cup for the fifth time.

A servant opened the door and walked in, a scroll clutched in his hand. He turned and bowed to the group; Aang in particular.

The airbender watched as the man reached the parchment out for him to take. "Avatar Aang. An urgent message from the Earth Kingdom town of Yunsei."

Aang took the scroll, and nodded at the servant appreciatively. The servant dipped his head once again, and backed hurriedly out the door.

His friends scooted closer to him, or leaned over his shoulder to look at the paper. "What does it say?" Toph asked, gnawing on a cookie.

Aang opened the scroll with hesitation. He began to read out loud;

"Avatar Aang-

I have sent this letter to inform you that there has been a recent break in in the Yunsei Prison. The criminal, seemingly a young girl, had broken in, attacked Dai Li agents, and escaped. There was no apparent reason for this intrusion. Several agents were wounded. One had to have his leg amputated from a bone-deep arrow. This girl has been proven quite a threat.

We would like your opinion on whether or not to send more search parties. We are afraid for our guards and agents. We do not want any more injured men.

-Warden Jang Ho…"

Toph scoffed. "So they send a letter to the Avatar to ask permission for search parties?" She cocked an eyebrow. "For a girl?"

Sokka sniggered. "Well, Toph, young people can be a threat." He nodded towards Aang. "Remind you of anybody?"

"Yeah, but he's master of all four elements. This girl shot a guy in the leg."

Katara turned toward the blind girl with a skeptical look in her eyes. "What about Suki? And Mai?"

"Oh. Oh, right." Toph shoved the rest of the cookie in her mouth.

Aang rubbed his neck, still eyeing the scroll. "Besides, I sent out a letter to all the wardens, asking for any updates on intrusions and escapes. He was all right to send this."

Toph swallowed hard. "Huh. Well, then that makes a lot more sense."

Katara turned to the boy beside her. "Are you going to send out men for a search?"

Aang pondered this for a minute, then shook his head. "No. There is no point. Maybe I will, if she breaks in again, but otherwise, no. I'm not sure it's the best way to track someone. If she is a real threat, then let her come to us."

The waterbender nodded in agreement.

Aang tossed the scroll aside. It landed on the table with a clatter. "I'll answer it later." He picked up his cup and took a big drink of his ginseng tea. "But for now, I just want to relax."

Xxx

Aang huffed grumpily, and looked around at all of the stacks of papers on his desk. So much for relaxing.

Gritting his teeth, he began to shuffle through the parchments. Messages from Water Tribes, Fire Nation prisons, Earth Kingdom strongholds… he couldn't possibly imagine how long it would take him to do the work. He picked up his brush, and held it as if it were a dirty diaper, scrunching his nose.

"Ugh." The airbender grimaced.

Groaning, he cautiously dipped it in the black ink pallet, and began to write back proposal letters, complaints, praises, etcetera, etcetera.

He worked, and worked, and worked. For HOURS. Until the sun was starting to creep behind the horizon, sending gleaming rays into his office. Until his hand was achy, his fingers had blisters, and his head felt like it was about to explode all over his desk.

Wouldn't that be pleasant.

Knock, knock. Relief washed through Aang's being. Finally! Something to get him off of his work.

"Come in."

The door creaked open. A perky ponytail popped inside from behind the paneled wood. "Hey, Aang?"

The airbender grinned. "Yeah, Sokka?"

The tribesman stepped into Aang's office. He gave him an ear-to-ear smile, and held up a crumpled scroll. "It's a letter from Zuko." He stuck out his lower lip, and looked disappointed at the wrinkled sheet. "I was kinds hoping it was from Suki, but… you know…"

Suki had returned to Kyoshi Island to be with her fellow warriors. Sokka and Suki have been keeping a strong long-distance relationship, but Sokka was still a bit hurt over the whole thing.

"What does it say?" the airbender asked, desperately wanting to change the subject. He knew Sokka loved Suki, but the last time he mentioned her, he rambled on for hours about how he missed her, cherished her. To tell the truth, Aang didn't want to go through that again.

Sokka hurriedly opened the paper, biting his lip. He skimmed through the first few lines. "It says he wants us to hear this all at once. Says we deserve what he's going to ask."

Aang sighed in both relief and anxiousness, and stood up, sending many pieces of parchment flutter from his desk to the floor. He ignored them.. "Let's call the group to the dining room."

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Toph kicked her feet up on the table, like she usually did, and started to pick her toes. "What's it say, Meathead?"

Katara puffed at a loose strand of hair that fell into her eyes. Sokka called this group meeting right when she was in the middle of almost getting her work done for preparations for her and her brother's proposal. She was, like, two pieces of paper away from being finished.

Sokka dug through his pocket, and pulled out the letter with one quick motion, holding it in the air triumphantly. "WHATCHAAA!"

" 'Whatchaaa'?" Aang asked from beside her, cocking an eyebrow.

Sokka just grinned. "It's my new signature word! Do yo you like it?"

Toph scoffed, and began working on her pinky toe. "It's no better than 'Team Avatar'. I mean, what sort of a loon do you have to be to come up with that kind of stuff?" She flicked a piece of dirt in some random direction.

"A very smart, very intelligent loon," Sokka snapped back, nose in the air.

"Ah-huh. You wish."

Katara smiled amusingly. She loved her friends. "So, what does the letter say, Whatchaaa Man?"

The tribesman stuck his tongue out at her. The waterbender fought the urge to giggle.

Her brother quickly unfolded the letter. He began to summarize what Zuko had written, running his finger along the lines. "He says hi. He hopes we're doing well." He continued to skim through. His eyes filled to the brim with excitement, his face lighting up with a wide smile. "He's… he's invited us to the Fire Nation Palace. For a week. He says he has a place for us and everything, and we deserve it. We need a break desperately."

Immediately, all hopeful gazes turned to Aang. Or, in Toph's case, in his general direction.

He looked awkwardly around at the others. "What?"

Toph snorted. "Twinkles, you have Appa. And besides, you're the Avatar. We kinda have to have your permission, since we're much lower in rank than you are."

"I don't think the title Avatar even has a rank," Sokka muttered grumpily under his breath.

Aang sighed. "Guys, I don't know. I mean, we're just starting to help Bumi rebuild Omashu. We just accepted your plan. We still have meetings, and building designing…" he began to count off of his fingers.

Katara blinked. A pang of sympathy rose in her chest for the worried airbender. "Aang."

"And… and important document signings…"

"Aang."

"And we need to check on the construction…"

"Aang."

His stormy grey orbs shot over to her with a surprised emotion. His lips parted, and she could see him swallow.

Katara smiled at him comfortingly. "You need a break. You're getting really stressed out. This can't be good for you."

Sokka nodded at her sister's comment. "I totally agree. Everyone needs some downtime. Even the Avatar." He folded the parchment in his hand, and tucked it in his trouser pocket.

Toph stuck a finger up her nose. Katara grimaced. "Yeah, Twinkletoes. Besides…" she shrugged, excavating her nostril for anything interesting. "Who can say no to you?"

Aang licked his lips, and looked down at the table. Longing and confusion practically radiated off of him. "I'll… I'll make arrangements."

Xxx

It was early morning. The sun had just creeped out from behind the rolling green hills of the Earth Kingdom, and was radiating low and fat in the indigo and violet sky. It was slightly chilly and damp, and the occasional breeze blew over his skin as Aang stroked a wide-awake Appa.

Aang sighed. "Ready to go to the Fire Nation, buddy?"

The bison lifted his head and uttered an excited moan. He was obviously anxious to hit the road again.

Aang chuckled. "Yeah… I guess I'm pretty excited to take a break, too."

Momo's furry body popped up from Appa's saddle, his big green eyes interested and curious. He then scampered over his buffalo friend's wide head and climbed onto Aang's awaiting shoulder.

His master smiled, and patted the monkey's head. "Hey, Momo. Can't wait to hit the road?"

The animal chattered in reply, and tugged on his collar before jumping off and retreating to Appa's awaiting back.

"Hey, Airhead? Can you give me a hand, instead of talking to Momo like he's the smartest living thing on the entire planet?" a voice called from behind him. A cracking, extremely loud voice.

Gee… who could that be?

Aang rolled his eyes, and turned on his heels. "Coming, Sokka."

The grumbling tribesman, holding a total of two sleeping bags, a basket, a box of blank scrolls and an ink case, grumbled as his friend grabbed the nearly-falling items. "Better watch it. There's more to come. Toph and Katara are coming out with just as much."

As if on que, the two came stumbling down the stairs of their large house, carrying armfuls of supplies that could last them for a two-day trip… which is a lot, considering they have four people, a bottomless pit of a lemur, and a huge bison with five stomachs.

Just like old times.

He had to admit, he missed those days. When they didn't have to worry about meetings, or stupid generals, or formal parties to attend every other night. It was just them and the endless, cloudy open sky.

After they had hauled all of their things up onto Appa's saddle, a servant came rushing up to them. His Adam's apple bobbed, and he bowed extremely low.

"Are you sure you do not wish to have an escort, Avatar Aang?" he said, still deeply bent in a formal position of respect.

Aang swallowed, who was perched on Appa's head. "Uh… no thanks. I think we have it covered."

The man looked worriedly up at them, licked his lips, and nodded his head before disappearing up the stairs and into the house.

Sokka, who was helping Toph climb onto Appa's back, sighed. "I like servants, but sometimes they are so impossibly annoying."

"Remind you of anyone?" Toph snickered, grasping the side of the saddle.

Even though she couldn't see a lick, he stuck a tongue out at her.

Katara, who was trying to get everything on the bison organized, sighed as she straightened out a box of bread. "Do you two always have to act this immature?"

Toph, who had successfully settled herself into the leather of the saddle, smirked and kicked up her bare feet on the very box that Katara was adjusting. "Yepperrooni."

"So you're basically saying you can't even pretend like you're the least bit your age?"

"You betcha."

Katara groaned, and massaged her temple. "You're hopeless."

Xxx

They were sailing through the sky, fluffs of cloud soaring past them and into the endless blue abyss. The morning sun beat down on them, warm and light, and a silent cool breeze blew across their skin.

They all held excited chatter. It felt good to be on the road again. Aang couldn't deny it; travel was in his blood. Nonetheless, he felt uneasy.

Aang looked back at his friends. Sokka, as usual, was stuffing his face with pretty much anything he could find, Momo by his side. Toph was talking to no one in particular, namely anyone who would listen. She had a finger up her nose, digging thoroughly.

Of course, we all know who he had saved for last, and why. He knew, too. He continued to stare, watching her blowing curls, her sparkling blue eyes, and her perfect smile light up on her face.

He shook his head in a feeble attempt to get himself out of the trance.

Spirits, he loved her.

Well, they weren't exactly "together" yet. Sure, they held hands sometimes, or he would occasionally drape his arm across he delicate shoulders, or have a protective hand on the small of her back. But, ever since her kiss and Aang's confession at Iroh's tea shop, she had kind of shied away. Yes; he knew she loved him, too. And he felt extremely, completely, utterly, incandescently happy. But he was ready for them to be together, but Katara seems not to be. They had even talked about it. After everything settles down, I promise we'll give it a shot, she had said. Well, guess what? It hasn't settled down yet. And Aang was getting a little impatient. Most of the time, he was tempted just to walk up to her and flat-out kiss her. But he couldn't. Sokka didn't know anything about them. And Toph… well, if she had felt them on the balcony, she either knew and kept it a secret, or didn't care. He was pretty sure it wasn't the first.

Aang gritted his teeth, and mentally thwacked himself upside the head. You are a romantic disaster, he thought, and proceeded to try to get her out of his mind. Unsuccessfully.

Xxx

Yep! I just had to make it more confusing by making K and A not together yet. If they were, I think it would ruin my story. Oh, jeez, I'm psyched about this thing. It is going to be SO COOL. Trust me.

Review, peeps! Puh-leeze! XD