Post by Teяa253 on Sept 15, 2008 11:58:13 GMT 1
this was a peculiar story that I decided to write today...
it is about Sokka Hakoda and Katara Altina, the two children of Zuko and Katara from my other fanfic series.
so any references to love are sibling-based, and are Sokka Hakoda and Katara Altina, rather than Sokka and Katara from the show.
you can tel which one is which and all =P
anyways, here's the story. It was really fun to write and I guarantee at least one more chapter.
THE CALM A WILDFIRE
“Katara Altina,” Sokka Hakoda shouted at his younger sister, trying to stop her from whatever she was trying to do, “hey!” Fortunately for him he was a waterbender while she was a firebender, so he was able to pacify her and prevent her from attacking like she often times would. Katara Altina was feral, fickle, and very fierce.
The parents of these two children were Zuko and Katara, the former of which had been taken from them at a very young age. Katara, who was a daddy’s girl, had been devastated. Sokka felt a deep sense of loss too, but Katara Altina had taken it too dramatically. These two were now on their own, with Sokka, the eldest, being 18, and Katara Altina being 15. Their mother Katara could not handle her own daughter, because only Sokka could control her.
Sokka was a waterbender, but his clothing was a lot like Zuko’s only blue. Katara was the opposite—a firebender clad in red clothing resembling her mother’s.
Sokka dove on top of her and tackled her to the ground. They both slammed into the ground and began fighting. Sokka, naturally being stronger, ended up pinning his sister face-down, and he was red from embarrassment, as people had begun to stare. With one hand he seized the scruff of Katara’s neck and held it, with her screaming, kicking, and throwing fire the whole time.
Using his waterbending, he surrounded his sister’s hands with water and subsequently froze it into thick, hard ice.
Katara began screaming and thrashing, trying to break her hands out of the ice. He had only done this to prevent her from firebending.
The “offense” that had set his sister off has merely been someone saying “you’re a pretty young lady” and Katara had taken it the wrong way. She would often go nuts like this, much to the embarrassment of her older brother. This time was especially bad, as some law enforcement officials surrounded him.
“What are you doing to that girl,” they asked,
Sokka sighed. This was the 3rd time this week.
“She’s my sister,” he groaned, “and she’s got no manners.”
“Is this true?” they asked Katara, who was still banging her hands on the ground to try and break them free, but with no success. Instead of answering, she swung one of her ice-blocked hands at him, and he barely stepped back in time.
“See what I mean?” Sokka commented,
“Sokka,” Katara bellowed, “you’re supposed to be on my side. He just tried to kill me!”
“Katara,” Sokka exclaimed, “you’re losing it. Pull yourself together. He simply made a comment to you, and now the men around us are just trying to find out what’s wrong.
“We’re through here,” they said, “just a bit of advice—try to get her mind straightened next time you take her out in public.”
Sokka was already red with embarrassment. Keeping a death grip on the scruff of Katara’s neck, he stood her up. He took some of her long, thick hair and tied it over her eyes so she could not see anything that she might want to attack, and then marched her back home. She was still banging her hands against each other to break the ice off, but to no avail. As they were marching home Katara was silent. Sokka was silent as well, but was deep in thought.
“I have to practically beat up my own sister just to keep her from hurting other people,” he thought, “what is the matter with her?”
When he got back to his hut he undid her hair and it fell back into place. He then sat her down and tied her to a chair. The entire time he was doing this, he was sighing and mumbling.
“And to any outsider,” he thought, his eyes beginning to water “they probably think I’m torturing her. And yet I’m forced to do this just to keep her from hurting herself or other people.”
Sokka had long since learned the hard way what Katara was capable of doing if she was let free to do as she pleased, and it was not pretty. Katara was a very powerful and destructive firebender who barely knew the extent of her own powers. The loss of their father had been hard enough on her, and now the “loss” of their mother must have been too much for her to bear, and Katara Altina slowly succumbed to insanity and paranoia.
Sokka became the only person to be able to control her, and it was not easy. Anyone who did not know why Sokka did what he did got dark thoughts about him, saying that he would always be torturing this certain pretty little firebender girl. It took him a lot of explaining to say that she was his sister and that he did it to keep her under control. Of course, this only added to his stress-load. Luckily he was a patient fellow, and was able to put up with Katara’s actions.
This time though, after Sokka tied her down, she didn’t thrash or try to escape. She merely sat there, starting at him with a look that almost made Sokka think that he was next on her list. However, what worried Sokka the most was that she was just sitting there—as if she was waiting for something.
“Are you okay?” Sokka asked, and Katara said nothing. Sokka asked her again. She said nothing. He tried a third time and she finally spoke. Katara seldom did speak, so Sokka was grateful for the change.
“Do I look alright?” she asked, “my hands are burning from the icy cold blocks you froze them in, I’m tied to a chair, and my mind is in shambles. What do you think? Step back and ask me that a 4th time, why don’t ya?”
Sokka was taken aback at her sister’s sudden change.
“Katara,” he said, “you know why I had to freeze your hands. Last time I let you free you created a wildfire.”
“You don’t understand me,” Katara snapped, “no one does.”
“Katara,” said Sokka, “you act in a way that’s impossible to understand. You try attack people if they so much as look at you.
You throw fire at anything you lay your eyes on. You hurt yourself. All these burns... look at your self.”
Sokka removed Katara’s boots and lifted up her pant legs to her knees. All over her legs were various cuts and burns, all of which were self-inflicted. Sokka got some of his healing water on his hands and began to massage Katara’s lower legs and feet.”
“And I suppose that there’s a good reason you have me ware these braces and gauntlets?”
Katara twitched one of her hands. From her elbow to her mid-fingers were red gauntlets, and above that were gold-toned plated braces.
“Before I gave you those,” he said, “you’d totally rip your arms apart. I didn’t want you to never be able to firebend again, because you have talent. I was concerned for my younger sister’s safety. That’s why I make you wear them. Your impulsive actions to hurt yourself leave me no choice. Katara, I love you, and I couldn’t live to see my younger sister destroy herself.”
“What,” Katara exclaimed, “destroy my self? Sokka, that’s how I vent out my anger. I’m not really too fond of even being alive.”
“Don’t start this self-pity thing on me, Katara,” said Sokka sternly, “it’s not going to work.”
“What,” Katara exclaimed, “so that’s what you think it is?” tears began to form in Katara’s eyes.
“I thought that out of everyone that you at least would understand me. My own brother doesn’t even understand me. HOW CAN I EXPECT ANYONE ELSE TO BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND ME IF MY OWN FAMILY CAN’T EVEN UNDERSTAND ME”
Sokka could tell she was about to go into a rage again, and he was right. Katara ended up breaking free of her bonds and began flinging herself into the walls and floor, which, luckily, were hard.
“Katara,” Sokka shouted, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Katara was fighting with some unknown foe, hurting herself in the process. Luckily she was still barefoot, as she had a tendency to do much more damage with her boots on. Suddenly he saw Katara take a certain stance, and he knew what it was—lightning, and that meant trouble—it always did.
“KATARA,” he bellowed, and froze her hands again. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and actually lifted her into the air. For some reason whenever Sokka grabbed her neck, she would go limp. This time though, he lifted her into the air by the scruff. Katara screamed in agony, fear, and frustration, and yet did not strike or try to attack. She knew that water overpowered fire, and that his brother would overpower her. He was the only one who could control her. Sokka put her back onto her feet, grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall with considerable force. Tears were forming in his eyes as well.
“My own sister,” he said as his tears began to fall, “I have to fight my own sister to keep her alive.”
Katara did not like to be held down. She screamed again as loud as she could, and actually got enough strength to break free of her ice blocks, but not her brother’s grip.
“My own brother,” she snapped, “my own brother is the one who restricts me. Sokka, why are you doing this to me?”
“KATARA,” Sokka bellowed into her face, getting her and hitting her back against the wall. “I do this because you leave me no choice! You’re not in your proper mind, and there’s no one else with the ability to control you! You keep going down this road and it’ll be a lot more than you who are affected.”
“Proper mind,” Katara exclaimed, “if I WASN’T in my proper mind, I wouldn’t be fully aware of doing THIS,”
Katara’s foot came out of nowhere and nailed Sokka right where it hurt. He crumpled onto one knee, trying to keep himself together. Katara was much stronger than she looked, and she could hit hard.
“And,” she said, “if I wasn’t in my full mind, I wouldn’t be acknowledging that I’m doing THIS either,”
She grabbed 3 shards from Sokka’s ice blocks and plunged them into her right upper arm. She then slowly dragged them through her flesh, making sure he could see what she was doing.
“This,” she said, “is a sign of where my mind is. You are the only one who can ever understand me. Once you do, I’ll let you heal it. Until then, it’s going to be a sign of who I am. I am Katara Altina—the same daughter of Zuko and Katara—both of whom were misunderstood in their own ways, and now I, their daughter continue that twofold.”
Sokka managed to compose himself again. Tears were flowing down his face as he watched his rebellious sister mark herself.
“And what happens,” said Sokka through his sniffling, “if I heal it without your permission?”
“Oh,” Katara said, turning around, grinning. “If you do that, something interesting will happen. If you thought I was terribly-behaved and destructive before, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Sokka said nothing. All he did was look back longingly at his own sister, whose mind had been so badly damaged by the loss of her father and in essence the “loss” of her mother as well, that she had resorted to destroying herself.
He suddenly found himself embracing her, sobbing. Katara however, was somewhat skeptical.
“What are you doing?” she asked bluntly,
“I am trying to learn how to understand you,” he replied, “for your sake and mine.”
“Well,” she said bluntly and matter-of-factly, “you must understand two things right now. For one, do not hug me, as I will attack you. You have not advanced far enough for that. Second, I am going to sleep. Do not touch me until tomorrow morning. And remember, that I rise with the sun and not before it. Good night.”
Katara jumped into her bed dressed as she was. Sokka went outside, where by now the moon had risen. Being a waterbender, he was more attached to it, and since Katara was a firebender, she was more attached to the sun and the morning time.
Sokka sat deep in thought. His mind was plagued with thoughts of his sister, whom he loved so much, despite her seeming indifference. He spent that night trying to figure out how to break through to her.
“What would father do in a situation like this?” he thought to himself, and he soon would learn how he would get his answer...
~Katara~
it is about Sokka Hakoda and Katara Altina, the two children of Zuko and Katara from my other fanfic series.
so any references to love are sibling-based, and are Sokka Hakoda and Katara Altina, rather than Sokka and Katara from the show.
you can tel which one is which and all =P
anyways, here's the story. It was really fun to write and I guarantee at least one more chapter.
THE CALM A WILDFIRE
“Katara Altina,” Sokka Hakoda shouted at his younger sister, trying to stop her from whatever she was trying to do, “hey!” Fortunately for him he was a waterbender while she was a firebender, so he was able to pacify her and prevent her from attacking like she often times would. Katara Altina was feral, fickle, and very fierce.
The parents of these two children were Zuko and Katara, the former of which had been taken from them at a very young age. Katara, who was a daddy’s girl, had been devastated. Sokka felt a deep sense of loss too, but Katara Altina had taken it too dramatically. These two were now on their own, with Sokka, the eldest, being 18, and Katara Altina being 15. Their mother Katara could not handle her own daughter, because only Sokka could control her.
Sokka was a waterbender, but his clothing was a lot like Zuko’s only blue. Katara was the opposite—a firebender clad in red clothing resembling her mother’s.
Sokka dove on top of her and tackled her to the ground. They both slammed into the ground and began fighting. Sokka, naturally being stronger, ended up pinning his sister face-down, and he was red from embarrassment, as people had begun to stare. With one hand he seized the scruff of Katara’s neck and held it, with her screaming, kicking, and throwing fire the whole time.
Using his waterbending, he surrounded his sister’s hands with water and subsequently froze it into thick, hard ice.
Katara began screaming and thrashing, trying to break her hands out of the ice. He had only done this to prevent her from firebending.
The “offense” that had set his sister off has merely been someone saying “you’re a pretty young lady” and Katara had taken it the wrong way. She would often go nuts like this, much to the embarrassment of her older brother. This time was especially bad, as some law enforcement officials surrounded him.
“What are you doing to that girl,” they asked,
Sokka sighed. This was the 3rd time this week.
“She’s my sister,” he groaned, “and she’s got no manners.”
“Is this true?” they asked Katara, who was still banging her hands on the ground to try and break them free, but with no success. Instead of answering, she swung one of her ice-blocked hands at him, and he barely stepped back in time.
“See what I mean?” Sokka commented,
“Sokka,” Katara bellowed, “you’re supposed to be on my side. He just tried to kill me!”
“Katara,” Sokka exclaimed, “you’re losing it. Pull yourself together. He simply made a comment to you, and now the men around us are just trying to find out what’s wrong.
“We’re through here,” they said, “just a bit of advice—try to get her mind straightened next time you take her out in public.”
Sokka was already red with embarrassment. Keeping a death grip on the scruff of Katara’s neck, he stood her up. He took some of her long, thick hair and tied it over her eyes so she could not see anything that she might want to attack, and then marched her back home. She was still banging her hands against each other to break the ice off, but to no avail. As they were marching home Katara was silent. Sokka was silent as well, but was deep in thought.
“I have to practically beat up my own sister just to keep her from hurting other people,” he thought, “what is the matter with her?”
When he got back to his hut he undid her hair and it fell back into place. He then sat her down and tied her to a chair. The entire time he was doing this, he was sighing and mumbling.
“And to any outsider,” he thought, his eyes beginning to water “they probably think I’m torturing her. And yet I’m forced to do this just to keep her from hurting herself or other people.”
Sokka had long since learned the hard way what Katara was capable of doing if she was let free to do as she pleased, and it was not pretty. Katara was a very powerful and destructive firebender who barely knew the extent of her own powers. The loss of their father had been hard enough on her, and now the “loss” of their mother must have been too much for her to bear, and Katara Altina slowly succumbed to insanity and paranoia.
Sokka became the only person to be able to control her, and it was not easy. Anyone who did not know why Sokka did what he did got dark thoughts about him, saying that he would always be torturing this certain pretty little firebender girl. It took him a lot of explaining to say that she was his sister and that he did it to keep her under control. Of course, this only added to his stress-load. Luckily he was a patient fellow, and was able to put up with Katara’s actions.
This time though, after Sokka tied her down, she didn’t thrash or try to escape. She merely sat there, starting at him with a look that almost made Sokka think that he was next on her list. However, what worried Sokka the most was that she was just sitting there—as if she was waiting for something.
“Are you okay?” Sokka asked, and Katara said nothing. Sokka asked her again. She said nothing. He tried a third time and she finally spoke. Katara seldom did speak, so Sokka was grateful for the change.
“Do I look alright?” she asked, “my hands are burning from the icy cold blocks you froze them in, I’m tied to a chair, and my mind is in shambles. What do you think? Step back and ask me that a 4th time, why don’t ya?”
Sokka was taken aback at her sister’s sudden change.
“Katara,” he said, “you know why I had to freeze your hands. Last time I let you free you created a wildfire.”
“You don’t understand me,” Katara snapped, “no one does.”
“Katara,” said Sokka, “you act in a way that’s impossible to understand. You try attack people if they so much as look at you.
You throw fire at anything you lay your eyes on. You hurt yourself. All these burns... look at your self.”
Sokka removed Katara’s boots and lifted up her pant legs to her knees. All over her legs were various cuts and burns, all of which were self-inflicted. Sokka got some of his healing water on his hands and began to massage Katara’s lower legs and feet.”
“And I suppose that there’s a good reason you have me ware these braces and gauntlets?”
Katara twitched one of her hands. From her elbow to her mid-fingers were red gauntlets, and above that were gold-toned plated braces.
“Before I gave you those,” he said, “you’d totally rip your arms apart. I didn’t want you to never be able to firebend again, because you have talent. I was concerned for my younger sister’s safety. That’s why I make you wear them. Your impulsive actions to hurt yourself leave me no choice. Katara, I love you, and I couldn’t live to see my younger sister destroy herself.”
“What,” Katara exclaimed, “destroy my self? Sokka, that’s how I vent out my anger. I’m not really too fond of even being alive.”
“Don’t start this self-pity thing on me, Katara,” said Sokka sternly, “it’s not going to work.”
“What,” Katara exclaimed, “so that’s what you think it is?” tears began to form in Katara’s eyes.
“I thought that out of everyone that you at least would understand me. My own brother doesn’t even understand me. HOW CAN I EXPECT ANYONE ELSE TO BE ABLE TO UNDERSTAND ME IF MY OWN FAMILY CAN’T EVEN UNDERSTAND ME”
Sokka could tell she was about to go into a rage again, and he was right. Katara ended up breaking free of her bonds and began flinging herself into the walls and floor, which, luckily, were hard.
“Katara,” Sokka shouted, but his words seemed to fall on deaf ears.
Katara was fighting with some unknown foe, hurting herself in the process. Luckily she was still barefoot, as she had a tendency to do much more damage with her boots on. Suddenly he saw Katara take a certain stance, and he knew what it was—lightning, and that meant trouble—it always did.
“KATARA,” he bellowed, and froze her hands again. He grabbed her by the scruff of her neck and actually lifted her into the air. For some reason whenever Sokka grabbed her neck, she would go limp. This time though, he lifted her into the air by the scruff. Katara screamed in agony, fear, and frustration, and yet did not strike or try to attack. She knew that water overpowered fire, and that his brother would overpower her. He was the only one who could control her. Sokka put her back onto her feet, grabbed her shoulders and slammed her against the wall with considerable force. Tears were forming in his eyes as well.
“My own sister,” he said as his tears began to fall, “I have to fight my own sister to keep her alive.”
Katara did not like to be held down. She screamed again as loud as she could, and actually got enough strength to break free of her ice blocks, but not her brother’s grip.
“My own brother,” she snapped, “my own brother is the one who restricts me. Sokka, why are you doing this to me?”
“KATARA,” Sokka bellowed into her face, getting her and hitting her back against the wall. “I do this because you leave me no choice! You’re not in your proper mind, and there’s no one else with the ability to control you! You keep going down this road and it’ll be a lot more than you who are affected.”
“Proper mind,” Katara exclaimed, “if I WASN’T in my proper mind, I wouldn’t be fully aware of doing THIS,”
Katara’s foot came out of nowhere and nailed Sokka right where it hurt. He crumpled onto one knee, trying to keep himself together. Katara was much stronger than she looked, and she could hit hard.
“And,” she said, “if I wasn’t in my full mind, I wouldn’t be acknowledging that I’m doing THIS either,”
She grabbed 3 shards from Sokka’s ice blocks and plunged them into her right upper arm. She then slowly dragged them through her flesh, making sure he could see what she was doing.
“This,” she said, “is a sign of where my mind is. You are the only one who can ever understand me. Once you do, I’ll let you heal it. Until then, it’s going to be a sign of who I am. I am Katara Altina—the same daughter of Zuko and Katara—both of whom were misunderstood in their own ways, and now I, their daughter continue that twofold.”
Sokka managed to compose himself again. Tears were flowing down his face as he watched his rebellious sister mark herself.
“And what happens,” said Sokka through his sniffling, “if I heal it without your permission?”
“Oh,” Katara said, turning around, grinning. “If you do that, something interesting will happen. If you thought I was terribly-behaved and destructive before, you haven’t seen anything yet.”
Sokka said nothing. All he did was look back longingly at his own sister, whose mind had been so badly damaged by the loss of her father and in essence the “loss” of her mother as well, that she had resorted to destroying herself.
He suddenly found himself embracing her, sobbing. Katara however, was somewhat skeptical.
“What are you doing?” she asked bluntly,
“I am trying to learn how to understand you,” he replied, “for your sake and mine.”
“Well,” she said bluntly and matter-of-factly, “you must understand two things right now. For one, do not hug me, as I will attack you. You have not advanced far enough for that. Second, I am going to sleep. Do not touch me until tomorrow morning. And remember, that I rise with the sun and not before it. Good night.”
Katara jumped into her bed dressed as she was. Sokka went outside, where by now the moon had risen. Being a waterbender, he was more attached to it, and since Katara was a firebender, she was more attached to the sun and the morning time.
Sokka sat deep in thought. His mind was plagued with thoughts of his sister, whom he loved so much, despite her seeming indifference. He spent that night trying to figure out how to break through to her.
“What would father do in a situation like this?” he thought to himself, and he soon would learn how he would get his answer...
~Katara~
