Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Of Stalkers and Very Bad Advice ❯ One Big Misunderstanding ( Chapter 6 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Disclaimer: Still don't own it! But, seeing as Zuko and Sokka aren't going at it, you probably already knew that.

PLEASE SEE THE BOTTOM FOR IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE!

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I woke up the next morning with the bitch-mother of all backaches. Probably something to do with sleeping against that wall in a weird position for seven hours. Either way, it did not help my temper that morning.

And unfortunately for the first living thing to cross my path, I'm not one to hide my emotions.

Unfortunately for me, that `first living thing to cross my path' was Sokka. The one I'm supposed to be dating. And to make it worse, I'm not finding this whole plan as disgusting as I would like.

Katara had better pray I don't survive Tenku's wrath, because if this works I swear to god I'll throttle her.

Lucky for me, Sokka isn't as stupid as his friends think he is. It must be something with Water Tribe people—sensing emotions—because he barely said a word to me until Katara put us to work washing dishes (together, of course). What, you think she'd make it easy? Hah! I wouldn't put it past Katara to drag clean dishes through the mud so we'd have to spend more time together! (She did, by the way, just in case you were wondering. Wench.)

“Are you okay?” he asked, initiating a conversation out of nothingness. Wow! A magic trick!

“Yes,” I replied coldly. “No thanks to your damn rock.”

He snorted, then resumed scrubbing a particularly dirty bowl. “No thanks to your weird sleeping mannerisms, you mean.”

I blinked. Mannerisms? That had four syllables in it! Where'd he learn a word like that?

He must've read my face again, because this time he scowled. “Look, just because I don't like being serious doesn't mean I'm stupid. And even if I'm not any kind of bender, that doesn't make me weak. So you can just stop thinkin—”

“I don't think you're weak,” I said, and much to my surprise, I actually meant it.

But, this seemed to be the wrong thing to say. “But you think I'm stupid,” he snapped.

“No, I—” I struggled for words to explain myself. “Look, why do you even care what I think? I know exactly what you think about me, and I don't complain.”

“Of course you don't! There's nothing for you to deny!” he shouted, throwing the bowl back in the sink. Any other day, I might have complained about the splash of dirty water, but this was getting too personal for my liking. “You're cruel, you're arrogant, and you don't care who you hurt, as long as you can capture Aang! You don't care that he's the only hope these people have! You don't care about anyone but yourself!”

I wouldn't know until later that the bowl I'd been holding had burned to ashes. I was shaking with rage as I heard his tirade. “You don't know anything,” I whispered hoarsely. “You don't know ANYTHING!”

“I know that you'd kill my sister just to crush the hope of the whole world!” he shouted. “And for what? Honor? Glory?”

I swear to god, I do not remember punching him. I don't remember stabbing at him, burning him or being stabbed and punched in return. All I remember is being thrown bodily against the wall as the dishwater froze and wound itself around my throat.

“Stop it!” shrieked Katara. Her voice was thick. She was crying. For a moment, I thought she was screaming at me, but then I heard the Avatar speak.

“Sokka, please! Knock it off!” My eyes finally cleared, and I saw him. He was held back with the majority of Katara's water, and was still struggling.

Toph shook her head. “Honestly, can't we turn our backs for a minute with you two?”

“Get off me!” he shouted. “I'll kill him!”

Oh, come on! It's not my fault he's an over-sensitive, whiny bitch.

Oddly enough, Katara seemed to be able to read minds too. “Oh, that's real mature, Sokka,” she said through her tears. “I heard everything. Maybe you didn't get it, but Zuko was trying to apologize to you! You didn't even listen to him!”

“So?” snapped Sokka. “That doesn't change anything—”

“You don't even know anything about him!”

The four basic ways for word to spread are as follows: Telephone, telegram, telegraph, tell-a-girl. Yup, you guessed it. Katara told him everything I told her.

Everything.

So now he knew. And by knowing about my past, he knows my every weakness, even if he isn't aware of it.

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Okay, there will be some SokkaXZuko action next chapter, I swear! To all those who have stuck with me through this, THANK YOU BUNCHES! I've been trying to get my novel finished and published, so most of my creative juices have gone into that. I'm sorry. Also, this one isn't quite as funny as the others, but I'll make up for it next chapter with the holy YAOI!

OH! Do you guys want a lemon in here? I write em sometimes, so if you'd like one, just say so!