Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Duty Versus Love ❯ The Avatar's Family ( Chapter 26 )
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By: Light-Eco-Sage 
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Non Anime: Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Martial Arts / Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 711 | Status: Work In Progress
Avatar is owned by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, not me!
Non Anime: Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Fantasy / Martial Arts / Romance / Supernatural / Angst | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.02.2013 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 711 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter XXVI: The Avatar's Family
Most of the time, when a young couple begins to raise a second child, they will feel more prepared. They will have all ready gone through the process of child-rearing once and they feel like they know what to expect.
Aang and Katara felt that for all about five minutes after Amaterasu was put into their care.
It quickly became apparent that Ammy was going to be very different from Anil.
Anil was a very laid-back baby. Sure, he had disrupted his parent's sleep plenty of times, but he did so about as much as the average baby. Overall, he had been very calm and laid-back.
Ammy was not calm or laid-back. The illness that consumed her tiny little body put her in constant pain, and there was little Aang or Katara could do for her.
Her first hour with her father and adopted mother was spent with Ammy screaming herself into exhaustion and falling asleep fitfully in Aang's arms.
Seeing his daughter in such pain was heartbreaking for the Avatar. It had been a long time since Katara had last seen her husband weep. But he wept now, for the sake of his poor, sickly daughter.
From that moment on, Aang and Katara had to split their attention between Anil and Ammy. Ammy required the most attention, so whoever wasn't tending to her looked after Anil.
Anil seemed distressed by the fact that he constantly lacked both of his parent's attention, and that he almost never saw them together anymore. In the weeks since Ammy had joined the family, he had learned the word 'Mama'.
Now he could call for both of his parents. So when Aang was with Ammy, he called 'Dada!' and when Katara was with Ammy, he called 'Mama!'
They learned of Ammy's Bending status much earlier than they did for Anil. Her illness made her much more prone to illness. When she was just a few weeks old, she got a cold and sneezed herself into unconsciousness. The air did not react at all to her sneezes. The conflicting elemental heritage of her parents had canceled out her Bending powers, and Ammy was a non-Bender.
That did not surprise her parents. Even if she had been born a Bender, it seemed unlikely that she would ever be strong enough to train in the art of Bending.
Her skin continued to glow, but most of the time, it was only visible at night. The people who noticed the glow knew better than to comment on it.
Many people were afraid that Ammy would not survive. But, against all odds, Ammy continued to survive as the weeks and months passed. She even managed to start gaining weight thanks to Katara. As the months passed, Ammy even began to have hours at a time where she didn't have any pain at all. During those times, Ammy was a relatively happy child.
Ammy wasn't the only one to change. Anil's first birthday approached, and it was quickly looking like one of the most highly anticipated day in the world.
The week leading up to Anil's birthday showed a new reason to celebrate within the Avatar's family.
Aang was currently taking care of Ammy, or really just making sure that she slept peacefully, when he heard Katara, who was watching Anil, call for him.
"Aang! Quickly! Come here!" Katara yelled.
Aang heeded her call and quickly rushed out of the room where Ammy slept out to the sitting room where Katara was playing with Anil. He didn't know what was going on, but there was no sound of fear in Katara's voice. He just prayed to the Spirits that his wife and son were okay.
He burst into the sitting room and quickly took everything in. The room was brightly lit with a lot of natural light through the large window that opened up onto the gardens of the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. The room was beautifully furnished in the latest Earth Kingdom fashions, thanks to his wife's impeccable taste in such things. But Katara was not on the furniture, but sitting on the ground with their son. She held Anil gently by his little hands as she helped him stay balanced up-right.
"Katara, what's going on? Are you all right?" Aang asked in a rush.
"What? Oh, I'm fine, Aang." She replied. "Quick, sit on the ground over there!"
Aang obeyed her. "Katara, what's going on? Why did you call like that?"
However, any further questions that Aang might have had were cut off when Katara released her grip on Anil.
Anil wobbled for a bit before he found his balance. He had all ready mastered standing upright on his own, but was yet to take his first real steps.
Aang watched, holding his breath, as Anil lifted his foot, and set it back down again. It wasn't quite a step.
After a few moments, he tried again. He lifted his foot and took a single step forward.
"His first step!" Aang gasped.
But Anil wasn't finished. He took a step forward with the other foot. His movements were slower and jerkier than a normal child to highlight his Airbending abilities. Moving through air was slightly harder for Anil than it was for other children.
The distance between Aang and Katara was only a few feet, and it took Anil a few minutes to cross the distance. But Aang eventually scooped up Anil into his arms, and pressed a kiss to his son's forehead.
"Your first steps!" Aang exclaimed, standing up with the squealing boy in his arms.
Katara stood up and embraced her husband, and gave him a kiss. Aang firmly returned her kiss. Once they separated, she pressed a kiss to her son's forehead.
Aang and Katara glanced at each other. "I can't believe it." Aang whispered. "He's growing up so fast!"
"I know." Katara agreed. "It seems like it was just yesterday that he was just a newborn."
Aang nodded. A year had gone by since Anil's birth, but it seemed like a blink of an eye. Katara took Anil from his arms and embraced her son. But he looked back at his father. "Dada." He called.
Aang moved closer to his wife and son and pulled them both into an embrace. Katara sighed and leaned into his chest. "I love you both." Aang whispered.
"We love you too." Katara replied
For a while, the young family simply held onto each other, bathed in love by each other's presence.
After several moments, the family pulled apart. Aang pressed another kiss to his son's hair and then he looked at his wife. "His first steps. I'd say that this calls for a celebration."
"Of course." Katara agreed. "What do you have in mind?"
"A day on the town." Aang said. "Sokka and Suki can watch Ammy for us. She's been in much better shape since she gained some weight."
Katara didn't respond to Aang's suggestion at first. Ammy was not her daughter, but the infant girl had dominated her life in recent months. Ammy wasn't her biological daughter, but she was like a daughter to her. She didn't feel comfortable leaving her sickly daughter in the care of someone else; even if that someone was her brother and sister-in-law. "Aang… I don't know…"
"Katara…" Aang whispered in her ear. "I just want to spend time with you… my family."
"Well… if you're sure…" Katara said. "I'll call Sokka."
Aang kissed her before she left to get her brother.
At the Fire Nation's prison for the criminally insane, Azula sat calmly in her cell.
She breathed calmly, focusing on a small blue flame in the palm of her hand.
There was a bit of commotion going on down the hallway, but Azula ignored it.
The door at the end of her hallway burst open suddenly with a blast of flames. The charred body of her guard fell through the doorway. The smell of burned flesh filled the room. A man stepped over the charred corpse and walked over to Azula's cell. He bowed deeply. "Princess Azula."
"What you did was foolish." Azula said softly. "This is the second most guarded criminal facility in the Fire Nation; and the only one where the prisoners are more dangerous than the guards."
"You are many things, Princess, but you are not insane." The man said.
"Why would you risk so much to break into my prison to speak to me?" Azula asked.
"Princess Azula, I represent a multi-national Anti-Avatar group." The fire in Azula's hand went out. "The details of the event that took place in the catacombs under Ba Sing Se the night you overthrew the Earth King were never released to the general public; but many of our members are former Dai Li, and they remember the events of that night well. You killed the Avatar."
Azula snorted. "I didn't do a good job of that, did I?"
"It was a freak event that allowed the Avatar to survive." The man said. "His Water Tribe…"
"Slut!" Azula spat.
"Slut," the man agreed. "His Water Tribe slut was able to heal him with some sort of super water." He leaned against the bars. "The Avatar no longer represents the interests of the people. The Avatar is supposed to be the protector of law and order. And yet he breaks ancient laws as he wills. He dethrones our leaders as he sees fit. And no one has the nerves to stand up to him. He has more political power than any mortal human should have."
"So, tell me, what do you want?" Azula asked.
"We'll get you out of this cell. In exchange, you will kill the Avatar." The man said.
"Killing the Avatar won't be easy." Azula said. "It will take years."
"Years? But you…"
"I was fortunate last time," Azula said. "The Avatar was young and foolish. He made a mistake and left himself open for far too long. You cannot simply kill the Avatar. If you kill him at the wrong time, he'll just be reborn. You have to wait until the right moment."
"When is the right moment, Princess Azula?"
"The Avatar State is the key." Azula said. "When he enters the Avatar State, his spirit becomes so closely intertwined with the Avatar Spirit that you cannot tell one from the other. That is when he is at his most powerful… and his most vulnerable. If you kill the Avatar while he is in the Avatar State, the cycle will end for good."
"Our intelligence says that the Avatar only uses the Avatar State rarely. And even when he does enter it, he only glows for a split second. That's a very small window of opportunity."
"That's why I said it will take years." Azula said calmly. "Get me out of this cell and hide me, and I'll slay the Avatar for you. I've all ready got a plan in the works."
The man seemed shocked at first, but then he bowed. "I should have realized sooner that you'd all ready have a plan for vengeance." He pulled out a key that he must have taken from the dead guard before killing him, and unlocked Azula's cell.
The former Fire Nation Princess stepped out of her cell with regal grace. For the first time in six years, she walked free.
As she followed the man out of prison, Azula smirked to herself.
Everything was going according to her plan. Ever since Nera had mentioned to her a few weeks ago about the Anti-Avatar group, she had been expecting a visit from them. After all, it was well-known among the Avatar's enemies that she had once killed the Avatar herself.
She watched calmly as the man gave a quick signal and the rest of his group dragged in a young woman. She was a young woman who was unconscious, probably passed out from the pain due to a large burn that disfigured her face.
"And who is this?" Azula asked.
"This is you, Princess." The man said. "During the night, you had a fit of insanity, killed your guard, and burned your own face. She looks a lot like you, and no one will be able to tell the difference. No one will know that you escaped."
Azula nodded, only moderately impressed.
She knew then that this group would serve her well. She had spent months planning and plotting this move.
Oh yes, the Waterbending slut would soon wish that she had never been born; and the Avatar would soon regret the compassion he showed when he cured the disease in her mind!
In fact… they would all pay!
This fool of a man has no idea of the rat-viper he had just unleashed within the group. She thought. Azula cared nothing for them or their vendetta against the Avatar or their political agenda. Once they served their purpose and she was the ruler of the known world, she would dispose of them too.
Most of the time, when a young couple begins to raise a second child, they will feel more prepared. They will have all ready gone through the process of child-rearing once and they feel like they know what to expect.
Aang and Katara felt that for all about five minutes after Amaterasu was put into their care.
It quickly became apparent that Ammy was going to be very different from Anil.
Anil was a very laid-back baby. Sure, he had disrupted his parent's sleep plenty of times, but he did so about as much as the average baby. Overall, he had been very calm and laid-back.
Ammy was not calm or laid-back. The illness that consumed her tiny little body put her in constant pain, and there was little Aang or Katara could do for her.
Her first hour with her father and adopted mother was spent with Ammy screaming herself into exhaustion and falling asleep fitfully in Aang's arms.
Seeing his daughter in such pain was heartbreaking for the Avatar. It had been a long time since Katara had last seen her husband weep. But he wept now, for the sake of his poor, sickly daughter.
From that moment on, Aang and Katara had to split their attention between Anil and Ammy. Ammy required the most attention, so whoever wasn't tending to her looked after Anil.
Anil seemed distressed by the fact that he constantly lacked both of his parent's attention, and that he almost never saw them together anymore. In the weeks since Ammy had joined the family, he had learned the word 'Mama'.
Now he could call for both of his parents. So when Aang was with Ammy, he called 'Dada!' and when Katara was with Ammy, he called 'Mama!'
They learned of Ammy's Bending status much earlier than they did for Anil. Her illness made her much more prone to illness. When she was just a few weeks old, she got a cold and sneezed herself into unconsciousness. The air did not react at all to her sneezes. The conflicting elemental heritage of her parents had canceled out her Bending powers, and Ammy was a non-Bender.
That did not surprise her parents. Even if she had been born a Bender, it seemed unlikely that she would ever be strong enough to train in the art of Bending.
Her skin continued to glow, but most of the time, it was only visible at night. The people who noticed the glow knew better than to comment on it.
Many people were afraid that Ammy would not survive. But, against all odds, Ammy continued to survive as the weeks and months passed. She even managed to start gaining weight thanks to Katara. As the months passed, Ammy even began to have hours at a time where she didn't have any pain at all. During those times, Ammy was a relatively happy child.
Ammy wasn't the only one to change. Anil's first birthday approached, and it was quickly looking like one of the most highly anticipated day in the world.
The week leading up to Anil's birthday showed a new reason to celebrate within the Avatar's family.
Aang was currently taking care of Ammy, or really just making sure that she slept peacefully, when he heard Katara, who was watching Anil, call for him.
"Aang! Quickly! Come here!" Katara yelled.
Aang heeded her call and quickly rushed out of the room where Ammy slept out to the sitting room where Katara was playing with Anil. He didn't know what was going on, but there was no sound of fear in Katara's voice. He just prayed to the Spirits that his wife and son were okay.
He burst into the sitting room and quickly took everything in. The room was brightly lit with a lot of natural light through the large window that opened up onto the gardens of the Upper Ring of Ba Sing Se. The room was beautifully furnished in the latest Earth Kingdom fashions, thanks to his wife's impeccable taste in such things. But Katara was not on the furniture, but sitting on the ground with their son. She held Anil gently by his little hands as she helped him stay balanced up-right.
"Katara, what's going on? Are you all right?" Aang asked in a rush.
"What? Oh, I'm fine, Aang." She replied. "Quick, sit on the ground over there!"
Aang obeyed her. "Katara, what's going on? Why did you call like that?"
However, any further questions that Aang might have had were cut off when Katara released her grip on Anil.
Anil wobbled for a bit before he found his balance. He had all ready mastered standing upright on his own, but was yet to take his first real steps.
Aang watched, holding his breath, as Anil lifted his foot, and set it back down again. It wasn't quite a step.
After a few moments, he tried again. He lifted his foot and took a single step forward.
"His first step!" Aang gasped.
But Anil wasn't finished. He took a step forward with the other foot. His movements were slower and jerkier than a normal child to highlight his Airbending abilities. Moving through air was slightly harder for Anil than it was for other children.
The distance between Aang and Katara was only a few feet, and it took Anil a few minutes to cross the distance. But Aang eventually scooped up Anil into his arms, and pressed a kiss to his son's forehead.
"Your first steps!" Aang exclaimed, standing up with the squealing boy in his arms.
Katara stood up and embraced her husband, and gave him a kiss. Aang firmly returned her kiss. Once they separated, she pressed a kiss to her son's forehead.
Aang and Katara glanced at each other. "I can't believe it." Aang whispered. "He's growing up so fast!"
"I know." Katara agreed. "It seems like it was just yesterday that he was just a newborn."
Aang nodded. A year had gone by since Anil's birth, but it seemed like a blink of an eye. Katara took Anil from his arms and embraced her son. But he looked back at his father. "Dada." He called.
Aang moved closer to his wife and son and pulled them both into an embrace. Katara sighed and leaned into his chest. "I love you both." Aang whispered.
"We love you too." Katara replied
For a while, the young family simply held onto each other, bathed in love by each other's presence.
After several moments, the family pulled apart. Aang pressed another kiss to his son's hair and then he looked at his wife. "His first steps. I'd say that this calls for a celebration."
"Of course." Katara agreed. "What do you have in mind?"
"A day on the town." Aang said. "Sokka and Suki can watch Ammy for us. She's been in much better shape since she gained some weight."
Katara didn't respond to Aang's suggestion at first. Ammy was not her daughter, but the infant girl had dominated her life in recent months. Ammy wasn't her biological daughter, but she was like a daughter to her. She didn't feel comfortable leaving her sickly daughter in the care of someone else; even if that someone was her brother and sister-in-law. "Aang… I don't know…"
"Katara…" Aang whispered in her ear. "I just want to spend time with you… my family."
"Well… if you're sure…" Katara said. "I'll call Sokka."
Aang kissed her before she left to get her brother.
At the Fire Nation's prison for the criminally insane, Azula sat calmly in her cell.
She breathed calmly, focusing on a small blue flame in the palm of her hand.
There was a bit of commotion going on down the hallway, but Azula ignored it.
The door at the end of her hallway burst open suddenly with a blast of flames. The charred body of her guard fell through the doorway. The smell of burned flesh filled the room. A man stepped over the charred corpse and walked over to Azula's cell. He bowed deeply. "Princess Azula."
"What you did was foolish." Azula said softly. "This is the second most guarded criminal facility in the Fire Nation; and the only one where the prisoners are more dangerous than the guards."
"You are many things, Princess, but you are not insane." The man said.
"Why would you risk so much to break into my prison to speak to me?" Azula asked.
"Princess Azula, I represent a multi-national Anti-Avatar group." The fire in Azula's hand went out. "The details of the event that took place in the catacombs under Ba Sing Se the night you overthrew the Earth King were never released to the general public; but many of our members are former Dai Li, and they remember the events of that night well. You killed the Avatar."
Azula snorted. "I didn't do a good job of that, did I?"
"It was a freak event that allowed the Avatar to survive." The man said. "His Water Tribe…"
"Slut!" Azula spat.
"Slut," the man agreed. "His Water Tribe slut was able to heal him with some sort of super water." He leaned against the bars. "The Avatar no longer represents the interests of the people. The Avatar is supposed to be the protector of law and order. And yet he breaks ancient laws as he wills. He dethrones our leaders as he sees fit. And no one has the nerves to stand up to him. He has more political power than any mortal human should have."
"So, tell me, what do you want?" Azula asked.
"We'll get you out of this cell. In exchange, you will kill the Avatar." The man said.
"Killing the Avatar won't be easy." Azula said. "It will take years."
"Years? But you…"
"I was fortunate last time," Azula said. "The Avatar was young and foolish. He made a mistake and left himself open for far too long. You cannot simply kill the Avatar. If you kill him at the wrong time, he'll just be reborn. You have to wait until the right moment."
"When is the right moment, Princess Azula?"
"The Avatar State is the key." Azula said. "When he enters the Avatar State, his spirit becomes so closely intertwined with the Avatar Spirit that you cannot tell one from the other. That is when he is at his most powerful… and his most vulnerable. If you kill the Avatar while he is in the Avatar State, the cycle will end for good."
"Our intelligence says that the Avatar only uses the Avatar State rarely. And even when he does enter it, he only glows for a split second. That's a very small window of opportunity."
"That's why I said it will take years." Azula said calmly. "Get me out of this cell and hide me, and I'll slay the Avatar for you. I've all ready got a plan in the works."
The man seemed shocked at first, but then he bowed. "I should have realized sooner that you'd all ready have a plan for vengeance." He pulled out a key that he must have taken from the dead guard before killing him, and unlocked Azula's cell.
The former Fire Nation Princess stepped out of her cell with regal grace. For the first time in six years, she walked free.
As she followed the man out of prison, Azula smirked to herself.
Everything was going according to her plan. Ever since Nera had mentioned to her a few weeks ago about the Anti-Avatar group, she had been expecting a visit from them. After all, it was well-known among the Avatar's enemies that she had once killed the Avatar herself.
She watched calmly as the man gave a quick signal and the rest of his group dragged in a young woman. She was a young woman who was unconscious, probably passed out from the pain due to a large burn that disfigured her face.
"And who is this?" Azula asked.
"This is you, Princess." The man said. "During the night, you had a fit of insanity, killed your guard, and burned your own face. She looks a lot like you, and no one will be able to tell the difference. No one will know that you escaped."
Azula nodded, only moderately impressed.
She knew then that this group would serve her well. She had spent months planning and plotting this move.
Oh yes, the Waterbending slut would soon wish that she had never been born; and the Avatar would soon regret the compassion he showed when he cured the disease in her mind!
In fact… they would all pay!
This fool of a man has no idea of the rat-viper he had just unleashed within the group. She thought. Azula cared nothing for them or their vendetta against the Avatar or their political agenda. Once they served their purpose and she was the ruler of the known world, she would dispose of them too.