Avatar The Last Airbender Fan Fiction ❯ Of Stalkers and Very Bad Advice ❯ Amnesia ( Chapter 8 )

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

DISCLAIMER!! Nope, don't own it. But believe me, you'd know if I did.

Author's note: I'm actually considering putting a plot in here! Go me! So, does anyone want the lemon? (tosses the fruit) It's up for grabs! just don't get it in your eyes. Man oh man will that burn. Ouch.

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You know, it's girls like Tenku that make guys like me end up in the loony bin. Oh boy! Basket-weaving, here I come:insert false joy here: Son of a bitch.

Although... Maybe if I use some of my mad Firebending skills, I can roast her to a crisp and somehow make it look like an accident. Now to find a convenient torch or candle or whatnot...

FUCK MY LUCK!!

IS ONE CANDLE TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR??

And let me add right now that Sokka is not making anything easier. “Can I kill her?” he asked for the umpteenth time. “Can I? Please?”

“No,” I replied. “Shut up.”

He was quiet for a moment. “How bout now?”

“SOKKA. SHUT UP.”

“Okay, okay, sheesh.”

When reason doesn't work, try volume. However, I don't think this will work on Crazy-Bitch Numero Uno. “How could you?!” she wailed, making a huge scene that would shame even Azula. “I thought... you promised...”

Lucky for me, I have apathy on my side. Tears shall not move me! Hah! “Promised what? I just met you yesterday!”

She wailed again, getting the attention of practically everyone on the street. “How could you do this to me?” she sobbed. “You s-said you l-loved m-me!”

“Oh, knock it off already!” exclaimed Sokka finally. “You're not fooling anyone with your little sob-act!”

Kudos to him; I didn't think it would work. But, sure enough, her tears stopped, and her trembling lip was replaced with a scowl. “Keep your hands off him!” she snapped. “He's mine!”

“Oh yeah?” he said challengingly. “Doesn't look like it!”

It's at times like these that I really wonder what I did to deserve the misfortunes of my life. Honestly, did I wipe out the Airbenders or something in a past life? Actually, I probably did. But even so, I still don't deserve this shit! I don't care if I wiped out the whole world in a past life—I still shouldn't have to put up with Crazy-Bitch!

So why don't I just smack her and be done with it, you ask? Well, this is the complicated part. You see, the minute Sokka started mouthing off to her, she slammed her fist into the ground and a pillar of rock shot up from beneath his feet.

Yeah... So now I have a psycho Earthbender bitch stalking me. Can today possibly get any better?

Well, yes, apparently, especially since Sokka is the type of idiot who doesn't know when to quit. Instead of shutting his cavernous pie-hole like I told him to, he took Tenku's attack as permission to kill. He failed miserably of course, but it was amusing to watch her panic. Honestly, this is like middle-school drama or something, and hells know I hate drama.

“You didn't say she was an Earthbender, you ass!” Sokka shouted angrily as Tenku sent a hailstorm of rocks after him.

Gee, you think?

“If you really think I knew beforehand...” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, I—OW! That hurt, you wench!” Crazy-Bitch continued throwing rocks at Sokka. “Hey, a little help here?”

“Alright, alright!” I finally shouted. “You... Tenku, right? What do you want?”

The rocks immediately fell. “An explanation would be nice,” she growled.

I shrugged. Best keep it simple. “I went to visit some friends and hooked up with one of `em.” Uh, I think this is just funny to me because you guys can't see her face. There's no way I'll be able to describe it well enough for you to fully grasp the pure joy I felt, but I'll try.

She had this hopeful look at first, almost like she expected me to say `it's not what you think', but the minute she heard the whole sentence, her face dropped like someone smashed a jug of water. Her eyes sorta bulged like a frog's, her mouth hung open like a baby bird's, and she just had this... well, ugly... overall look.

“You... what?” she wheezed.

“Tenku, meet Sokka.” I pointed to the Water Tribe's village idiot. “Sokka, Tenku.” I pointed at Crazy-Bitch.

“Since when have we been `friends'?” asked Sokka suspiciously. “Aren't you trying to kill us?”

“Not kill you, no,” I said lightly. “Maybe maim you.”

“Oh, okay then. That works.”

“You... you...” snarled Tenku.

“Oh, yes, and along those lines, I'd like an explanation from you,” I said. “For starters, how the hell did you get in my room?”

Tenku snarled. “The window. Like you told me to.”

“Uh huh,” I said doubtfully. “Look, how long have you been Earthbending?”

“Since I was three. Why?”

Sokka asked the question both of us were thinking. “Did ya hit your head on a rock?”

“I most certainly did not!” she exclaimed. “And if you want to just leave me here and run off with your new lover, be my guest!”

She finally turned to walk away. But damnit, she had a point. So did Sokka, actually. What if she had hit her head? It would explain a lot, and lately, I seem to have a mini- Uncle Iroh sitting on my shoulder, telling me what to do. (There's a mini-Azula on my other shoulder, but I try my best to ignore her.) And my Mini-Uncle would never let me hear the end of it if I let a girl with amnesia wander the streets alone in a time like this. My life-sized Uncle refers to this Mini-Uncle as my “conscience”, but I still don't believe him, mostly because it doesn't explain the Mini-Azula, who was screaming for me to barbeque both Tenku and Sokka.

“Wait...” I called. “Tenku...”

“What?” she snapped.

“You're a bitch!” called Sokka.

“Go suck yourself!” she shrieked.

I clapped a hand over Sokka's mouth. “Look, I'm sorry. Do you want to... I dunno... come visit my friends?” I offered, though mentally I was agreeing 100 with Sokka.

The happy, disgustingly hopeful look sprung up full-force on her face and she squealed with joy. “I'd love to! Thank you so much!!”

“What the hell!” shouted Sokka. “Are you out of your mind?!”

Ah, figures. He can't make it easy, can he? “I'll explain later,” I muttered. “Okay?”

“I am never speaking to you again,” he grumbled.

Yeah, whatever. We'll just see about that, now won't we?