Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Duty Versus Love ❯ Anil's Training ( Chapter 29 )
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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: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 630 | 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: 3 | Words: 2.6K | Visits: 630 | Status: Work In Progress
Chapter XXIX: Anil's Training
Aang slept all morning to recover from the experience of creating life from nothing. Even when Katara reluctantly went to wake him for his training with Anil, he was still very tired.
"I'm so sorry, Aang." Katara said, helping her exhausted husband get dressed. "I would let you sleep, but you know how worried Anil gets when you miss a lesson."
"Yes." Aang agreed. The last time Aang had gotten sick, Anil had effectively freaked out. "Don't worry, Katara. We'll just do some drills today."
Katara smiled. "He's not going to appreciate that."
"That's why I'm the Master." Aang said, standing up fully. "Katara, you know how important drills are for mastering Bending." He held his hands up and moved his arms in a deliberate circle. Katara instantly picked up on the motion and mirrored his movements. "How many times did we do this Waterbending drill together?"
"Countless times." Katara answered.
Aang stopped his motions and took her hands in his. "Trust me to direct our son's training. I know what I'm doing. The last lesson Airbending novices learn before they get their tattoos is how to teach Airbending to others. I've always been the student… never the Sifu. Now it's my turn."
Katara sighed. "Okay, Aang. Still, Anil isn't going to like doing more drills."
"He'll thank me when he's older." Aang laughed.
Aang and Katara made their way down to the old training field where their son waited for them. When they got there, they saw Anil and several of Aang's other children staring at the herd of Sky Bison in amazement.
Anil was the first to stop his father. "Daddy! Daddy! Look! It's a whole bunch of Appas!"
Katara laughed and walked over to one of the new Sky Bison. She petted its nose and it sighed with contentment. "They are called Sky Bison, sweetheart, not Appa. Appa is the name of Daddy's Sky Bison."
"Oh." Anil said. "Daddy? Are we going to…?" The young boy trailed off when he saw his father standing purposefully near a solitary pole stuck in the ground. "Daddy!" Anil protested. "I don't wanna do those drill things again! I wanna learn how to make wind!"
"Anil, you have to learn your basics before you move on to more advanced forms of Airbending." Aang said. "What is the key to Airbending?"
"Footwork." Anil answered automatically.
"Correct." Aang said, performing a few Airbending movements while exaggerating his movements, making sure that Anil paid special attention to his feet. "An Airbender's power comes from creating circular motions with their body, gathering in the energy of the wind, and forcing it out." Aang said, sending out a blast of air.
Anil automatically copied Aang's movement, but he was unable to generate the same blast of air. Aang studied his movements critically. As he suspected, his son's footwork was just slightly off.
"Do some drills." Aang said, sitting down to supervise. "And remember to cross your feet so you don't trip."
Anil sighed in annoyance and began to circle the pole, his arms slightly extended in front of him and staying conscious of his feet so that he didn't trip.
While Aang watched Anil and his drills, Katara inspected the new Sky Bison.
She counted eleven new Sky Bison, five males and six females. With Appa, that was a dozen Sky Bison: six males and six females. Enough for each of the Bison to have a mate.
Katara noticed some definite pairing off among the Bison. Even Appa seemed to be particularly interested in one of the females.
Katara moved over towards Aang and sat down next to him. "Aang, look at that." Katara said, nodding in Appa's direction. "It seems that he's rather smitten with that female."
Aang watched Appa's advances on the female Bison, and he smiled. "Then the energy it took to create them was completely worth it."
"Just imagine… in a few months, we could have a new baby and baby Sky Bison." Katara said, smiled as Aang placed a loving hand on her lower abdomen. "What are baby Sky Bison like?"
"Very cute." Aang answered. "But then again, most animals are cute as babies. Sky Bison are usually born in a liter of about six or so. They are about the size of a small Polar-dog. The thing I remember most about Appa when he was young was how soft his fur was… like silk. If we get some liters of babies in the near future, they will probably be about the right again to Bond with the children."
They turned their attention back to their son. Anil was starting to mess up some, tripping up slightly. For a while, his half-siblings watched him before getting bored and running off to play with the Bison.
Even with Anil huffing in annoyance, Aang sighed with contentment. This was the way life was meant to be.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, Aang was suddenly awakened from his sleep by the stirrings of lust and arousal.
Aang sat up in bed, panting harshly and aroused to the point of pain. "Okay?" Aang gasped. He had never before gotten this aroused without reason. He remembered the dream he was having before he awoke, and there was nothing sexual about it.
Aang groaned in pain, and his right hand was instantly inside his pants, roughly pulling at his erection to alleviate some of the pain.
Perhaps fortunately, his movements began to wake up his wife. She rolled over to face him. "Aang, what are you…?" She trailed off when she saw precisely what he was doing.
Aang stopped when she spoke, and gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, Katara, I didn't mean to wake you…"
Katara propped herself up. "Aang, are you in pain?"
"I don't know why." Aang groaned.
"Let me help you." Katara said, beginning to pull her nightdress over her head.
"No." Aang said firmly. "You're pregnant. I don't want to be too rough with you."
"I'm only a little over a month pregnant." Katara said. "I'll be fine. There's nothing wrong with being rough, you know."
She ignored his protests and finished pulling off her nightdress, followed closely by her undergarments.
As soon as she exposed herself, Aang pressed against her, kissing her passionately as he hurriedly positioned himself between her legs. "I'm so sorry." Aang gasped as he roughly sheathed himself within her.
Katara winced slightly, and then grinded her hips against his. "Don't apologize, my love. Never apologize for this."
She gripped onto his shoulders hard as they made love, but hardly a sound escaped them. It was necessary with their children sleeping down the hallway.
Aang's ferocity drove them both to a swift climax, and satisfaction oozed through their bodies.
They embraced each other and kissed. It seemed that Aang's sudden lust was satisfied for now.
"So, what was that about?" Katara asked now that the crisis was over.
"Honestly? I don't know." Aang said, leaning back and gasping for breath. "Thank you, Katara."
"I'm glad that I was able to help." Katara whispered, leaning closer to him. "But I do admit that I had an ulterior motive this time."
"Really? And what motive would that be?" Aang asked, smiling at her.
"It's the rare wife who doesn't like to have sex with her husband." Katara said with a kiss. "I'm not one of those women."
"I love you." Aang whispered, kissing her back.
Katara happily obliged for a few moments, but then pulled away swiftly. "Listen to that." She urged over Aang's disappointed groan.
He fell silent and listened. Aang heard a Sky Bison grunting. He knew from long experience that it was Appa. "That's just Appa. He's…" Aang trailed off when he realized exactly what was going on. The reason for his sudden arousal was remarkably clear.
It didn't make the situation any less embarrassing.
Aang smacked his forehead and fell back on the pillows. "Oh Spirits…"
"Wow. I didn't know a Bond worked like that!" Katara gasped.
"I didn't either." Aang said. "Though I suppose that it makes sense."
"Then do you think it works the other way around? Has Appa been suffering all these years with us having sex?"
"Either way, he's not suffering anymore." Aang said as the sounds continued outside.
(Undisclosed location in the Fire Nation)
Azula followed the leader of the anti-Avatar movement on his inspection of his Benders. There were Benders from each nation, except the Air Nomads.
That is a problem, isn't it? Azula thought to herself.
"Of course, we appreciate every Bender that joins our cause, but sometimes… it is the non-Benders that are the real surprise."
"Really?" Azula asked in a bored voice. She was only really pretending to listen to him. In fact, if you asked her what his name was, she would have drawn a blank.
"Yes, indeed." The man, whose name was actually Akihiro, said. "Over here is our greatest secret… living proof that the Avatar is not all-powerful." Akihiro pointed to one of his fighters, an unassuming man with a bored expression on his face.
"And you say he can't Bend any of the elements?" Azula asked. "That sounds useless to me."
"You don't know what he can do yet. So, Azula, how many Benders do you want him to face in a fight?"
Azula glanced at him in surprise. "Three. One from each nation."
"That's all?" Akihiro asked, picking out three of his Benders and bringing all four of them to the arena. As they walked, Akihiro whispered into his secret weapon's ear. "You are going to see something that you've never seen before."
The three Benders surrounded the single man. Azula predicted a bloodbath.
The Firebender and the Earthbender attacked first, rushing at the lone super weapon. The man's expression did not even change.
Then he jumped into action, moving with unnatural swiftness towards the Earthbender. Azula recognized his speed for what it really was. He was no faster than the average warrior, but he did not hesitate or show fear, and that made all the difference.
He closed the distance between himself and the Earthbender before he could react. Then he did the one that that could have made Azula lose her mask of indifference, which it did.
The man reached out and pressed his hands on his opponent's forehead and heart. There was a flash of dim grey light, and he moved away from the Earthbender.
Without a word, the Earthbender brought his hands together and thrust them up; creating a spike of earth that impaled his chest, killing himself.
The man repeated these motions twice with the others: touching his opponent, a flash of grey light, and moving on. The Firebender spontaneously combusted until he was only ash and the Waterbender slit his throat with a tendril of water.
The weapon stopped, looking as bored as ever.
Akihiro smirked. "Now you see why I would trade a hundred Benders for one more like him? Can you believe that they did not allow him to join the Earth Kingdom army during the war because he was not an Earthbender? It's true that he cannot Bend a single element. But what he can Bend is so much more rare and dangerous. Souls."
"I see. So he took away their will to live and they committed suicide." Azula said.
"Correction… they were more than happy to commit suicide. So, you are familiar with the art of Soulbending?"
"Yes." Azula said. "It took away my father's Bending abilities, and it's been used on me before. I'll admit that your warrior is impressive, but this won't work."
"How so?"
"The Avatar doesn't gain his abilities from the same place that normal Benders get it from. The Avatar's power comes directly from the Spirits, and no mortal could take away the Avatar's Bending, no matter how powerful the technique."
"It's true that he cannot take away the Avatar's Bending." Akihiro said. "But the Avatar's soul is mortal, and that is the part of him that can be influenced."
"This is still the problem of the Avatar's power. These Benders were novices at soul-battles and that is why they succumbed so easily." Azula said. "The Avatar will fight back in such a battle, and he will likely win."
"It will not matter." Akihiro said. "I do not understand all of it, but apparently the stronger soul wins. Things like fear and doubt will weaken your soul. An accomplished Soulbender latches onto these weaknesses and Bends a person to their will. Ridding a person of fear and doubt makes their soul unbendable."
"So he used Soulbending on himself to rid his soul of fear and doubt?"
"Precisely. His soul is truly unbendable. Therefore, the Avatar's defeat will be inevitable." Akihiro said. "An unfortunate side effect is that he was completely lost his sense of self. I don't know his name. I doubt he even remembers his own name."
Azula bit her lip thoughtfully, new layers being added to her evolving plan.
"And how are you planning on using this Ace in the Hole?" She asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Akihiro asked. "He can Bend the Avatar into following any order we want. How's this? 'You will enter the Avatar State and kill yourself'?"
Azula sighed and rolled her eyes. "You have absolutely no imagination. Why would you kill the Avatar when you can destroy him? Now, listen closely, this is what you are going to do."
By the time Azula was finished outlining her plan, Akihiro felt a little sick.
Aang slept all morning to recover from the experience of creating life from nothing. Even when Katara reluctantly went to wake him for his training with Anil, he was still very tired.
"I'm so sorry, Aang." Katara said, helping her exhausted husband get dressed. "I would let you sleep, but you know how worried Anil gets when you miss a lesson."
"Yes." Aang agreed. The last time Aang had gotten sick, Anil had effectively freaked out. "Don't worry, Katara. We'll just do some drills today."
Katara smiled. "He's not going to appreciate that."
"That's why I'm the Master." Aang said, standing up fully. "Katara, you know how important drills are for mastering Bending." He held his hands up and moved his arms in a deliberate circle. Katara instantly picked up on the motion and mirrored his movements. "How many times did we do this Waterbending drill together?"
"Countless times." Katara answered.
Aang stopped his motions and took her hands in his. "Trust me to direct our son's training. I know what I'm doing. The last lesson Airbending novices learn before they get their tattoos is how to teach Airbending to others. I've always been the student… never the Sifu. Now it's my turn."
Katara sighed. "Okay, Aang. Still, Anil isn't going to like doing more drills."
"He'll thank me when he's older." Aang laughed.
Aang and Katara made their way down to the old training field where their son waited for them. When they got there, they saw Anil and several of Aang's other children staring at the herd of Sky Bison in amazement.
Anil was the first to stop his father. "Daddy! Daddy! Look! It's a whole bunch of Appas!"
Katara laughed and walked over to one of the new Sky Bison. She petted its nose and it sighed with contentment. "They are called Sky Bison, sweetheart, not Appa. Appa is the name of Daddy's Sky Bison."
"Oh." Anil said. "Daddy? Are we going to…?" The young boy trailed off when he saw his father standing purposefully near a solitary pole stuck in the ground. "Daddy!" Anil protested. "I don't wanna do those drill things again! I wanna learn how to make wind!"
"Anil, you have to learn your basics before you move on to more advanced forms of Airbending." Aang said. "What is the key to Airbending?"
"Footwork." Anil answered automatically.
"Correct." Aang said, performing a few Airbending movements while exaggerating his movements, making sure that Anil paid special attention to his feet. "An Airbender's power comes from creating circular motions with their body, gathering in the energy of the wind, and forcing it out." Aang said, sending out a blast of air.
Anil automatically copied Aang's movement, but he was unable to generate the same blast of air. Aang studied his movements critically. As he suspected, his son's footwork was just slightly off.
"Do some drills." Aang said, sitting down to supervise. "And remember to cross your feet so you don't trip."
Anil sighed in annoyance and began to circle the pole, his arms slightly extended in front of him and staying conscious of his feet so that he didn't trip.
While Aang watched Anil and his drills, Katara inspected the new Sky Bison.
She counted eleven new Sky Bison, five males and six females. With Appa, that was a dozen Sky Bison: six males and six females. Enough for each of the Bison to have a mate.
Katara noticed some definite pairing off among the Bison. Even Appa seemed to be particularly interested in one of the females.
Katara moved over towards Aang and sat down next to him. "Aang, look at that." Katara said, nodding in Appa's direction. "It seems that he's rather smitten with that female."
Aang watched Appa's advances on the female Bison, and he smiled. "Then the energy it took to create them was completely worth it."
"Just imagine… in a few months, we could have a new baby and baby Sky Bison." Katara said, smiled as Aang placed a loving hand on her lower abdomen. "What are baby Sky Bison like?"
"Very cute." Aang answered. "But then again, most animals are cute as babies. Sky Bison are usually born in a liter of about six or so. They are about the size of a small Polar-dog. The thing I remember most about Appa when he was young was how soft his fur was… like silk. If we get some liters of babies in the near future, they will probably be about the right again to Bond with the children."
They turned their attention back to their son. Anil was starting to mess up some, tripping up slightly. For a while, his half-siblings watched him before getting bored and running off to play with the Bison.
Even with Anil huffing in annoyance, Aang sighed with contentment. This was the way life was meant to be.
Later that night, when everyone was asleep, Aang was suddenly awakened from his sleep by the stirrings of lust and arousal.
Aang sat up in bed, panting harshly and aroused to the point of pain. "Okay?" Aang gasped. He had never before gotten this aroused without reason. He remembered the dream he was having before he awoke, and there was nothing sexual about it.
Aang groaned in pain, and his right hand was instantly inside his pants, roughly pulling at his erection to alleviate some of the pain.
Perhaps fortunately, his movements began to wake up his wife. She rolled over to face him. "Aang, what are you…?" She trailed off when she saw precisely what he was doing.
Aang stopped when she spoke, and gritted his teeth. "I'm sorry, Katara, I didn't mean to wake you…"
Katara propped herself up. "Aang, are you in pain?"
"I don't know why." Aang groaned.
"Let me help you." Katara said, beginning to pull her nightdress over her head.
"No." Aang said firmly. "You're pregnant. I don't want to be too rough with you."
"I'm only a little over a month pregnant." Katara said. "I'll be fine. There's nothing wrong with being rough, you know."
She ignored his protests and finished pulling off her nightdress, followed closely by her undergarments.
As soon as she exposed herself, Aang pressed against her, kissing her passionately as he hurriedly positioned himself between her legs. "I'm so sorry." Aang gasped as he roughly sheathed himself within her.
Katara winced slightly, and then grinded her hips against his. "Don't apologize, my love. Never apologize for this."
She gripped onto his shoulders hard as they made love, but hardly a sound escaped them. It was necessary with their children sleeping down the hallway.
Aang's ferocity drove them both to a swift climax, and satisfaction oozed through their bodies.
They embraced each other and kissed. It seemed that Aang's sudden lust was satisfied for now.
"So, what was that about?" Katara asked now that the crisis was over.
"Honestly? I don't know." Aang said, leaning back and gasping for breath. "Thank you, Katara."
"I'm glad that I was able to help." Katara whispered, leaning closer to him. "But I do admit that I had an ulterior motive this time."
"Really? And what motive would that be?" Aang asked, smiling at her.
"It's the rare wife who doesn't like to have sex with her husband." Katara said with a kiss. "I'm not one of those women."
"I love you." Aang whispered, kissing her back.
Katara happily obliged for a few moments, but then pulled away swiftly. "Listen to that." She urged over Aang's disappointed groan.
He fell silent and listened. Aang heard a Sky Bison grunting. He knew from long experience that it was Appa. "That's just Appa. He's…" Aang trailed off when he realized exactly what was going on. The reason for his sudden arousal was remarkably clear.
It didn't make the situation any less embarrassing.
Aang smacked his forehead and fell back on the pillows. "Oh Spirits…"
"Wow. I didn't know a Bond worked like that!" Katara gasped.
"I didn't either." Aang said. "Though I suppose that it makes sense."
"Then do you think it works the other way around? Has Appa been suffering all these years with us having sex?"
"Either way, he's not suffering anymore." Aang said as the sounds continued outside.
(Undisclosed location in the Fire Nation)
Azula followed the leader of the anti-Avatar movement on his inspection of his Benders. There were Benders from each nation, except the Air Nomads.
That is a problem, isn't it? Azula thought to herself.
"Of course, we appreciate every Bender that joins our cause, but sometimes… it is the non-Benders that are the real surprise."
"Really?" Azula asked in a bored voice. She was only really pretending to listen to him. In fact, if you asked her what his name was, she would have drawn a blank.
"Yes, indeed." The man, whose name was actually Akihiro, said. "Over here is our greatest secret… living proof that the Avatar is not all-powerful." Akihiro pointed to one of his fighters, an unassuming man with a bored expression on his face.
"And you say he can't Bend any of the elements?" Azula asked. "That sounds useless to me."
"You don't know what he can do yet. So, Azula, how many Benders do you want him to face in a fight?"
Azula glanced at him in surprise. "Three. One from each nation."
"That's all?" Akihiro asked, picking out three of his Benders and bringing all four of them to the arena. As they walked, Akihiro whispered into his secret weapon's ear. "You are going to see something that you've never seen before."
The three Benders surrounded the single man. Azula predicted a bloodbath.
The Firebender and the Earthbender attacked first, rushing at the lone super weapon. The man's expression did not even change.
Then he jumped into action, moving with unnatural swiftness towards the Earthbender. Azula recognized his speed for what it really was. He was no faster than the average warrior, but he did not hesitate or show fear, and that made all the difference.
He closed the distance between himself and the Earthbender before he could react. Then he did the one that that could have made Azula lose her mask of indifference, which it did.
The man reached out and pressed his hands on his opponent's forehead and heart. There was a flash of dim grey light, and he moved away from the Earthbender.
Without a word, the Earthbender brought his hands together and thrust them up; creating a spike of earth that impaled his chest, killing himself.
The man repeated these motions twice with the others: touching his opponent, a flash of grey light, and moving on. The Firebender spontaneously combusted until he was only ash and the Waterbender slit his throat with a tendril of water.
The weapon stopped, looking as bored as ever.
Akihiro smirked. "Now you see why I would trade a hundred Benders for one more like him? Can you believe that they did not allow him to join the Earth Kingdom army during the war because he was not an Earthbender? It's true that he cannot Bend a single element. But what he can Bend is so much more rare and dangerous. Souls."
"I see. So he took away their will to live and they committed suicide." Azula said.
"Correction… they were more than happy to commit suicide. So, you are familiar with the art of Soulbending?"
"Yes." Azula said. "It took away my father's Bending abilities, and it's been used on me before. I'll admit that your warrior is impressive, but this won't work."
"How so?"
"The Avatar doesn't gain his abilities from the same place that normal Benders get it from. The Avatar's power comes directly from the Spirits, and no mortal could take away the Avatar's Bending, no matter how powerful the technique."
"It's true that he cannot take away the Avatar's Bending." Akihiro said. "But the Avatar's soul is mortal, and that is the part of him that can be influenced."
"This is still the problem of the Avatar's power. These Benders were novices at soul-battles and that is why they succumbed so easily." Azula said. "The Avatar will fight back in such a battle, and he will likely win."
"It will not matter." Akihiro said. "I do not understand all of it, but apparently the stronger soul wins. Things like fear and doubt will weaken your soul. An accomplished Soulbender latches onto these weaknesses and Bends a person to their will. Ridding a person of fear and doubt makes their soul unbendable."
"So he used Soulbending on himself to rid his soul of fear and doubt?"
"Precisely. His soul is truly unbendable. Therefore, the Avatar's defeat will be inevitable." Akihiro said. "An unfortunate side effect is that he was completely lost his sense of self. I don't know his name. I doubt he even remembers his own name."
Azula bit her lip thoughtfully, new layers being added to her evolving plan.
"And how are you planning on using this Ace in the Hole?" She asked.
"Isn't it obvious?" Akihiro asked. "He can Bend the Avatar into following any order we want. How's this? 'You will enter the Avatar State and kill yourself'?"
Azula sighed and rolled her eyes. "You have absolutely no imagination. Why would you kill the Avatar when you can destroy him? Now, listen closely, this is what you are going to do."
By the time Azula was finished outlining her plan, Akihiro felt a little sick.