Post by Teяa253 on Apr 8, 2009 5:13:57 GMT 1
the 72nd chapter of my series. things are grooving.
relationship time. guess who it is this time?
and after about 57 chapters, Katara Altina II finally gets to properly talk to her mom.
so yeh, enjoy.
CHAPTER 72: ONE SIMPLE REUNION
Maric, Malak, and Tenoko all returned safely back to the base where the others were at. There they recounted their tale.
“So how did you get the Zuroc Sensei all off of you,” Iresu asked,
“With these,” Tenoko replied, pulling out a handful of the pirate coins she had dropped that had Azula stop the warriors.
“Captain Dragmire at your service,” she said, bowing; “it turns out that I recognized that Azula Caroso after all under the alias of ‘Lucy’. She was part of my crew back in the day.”
“You were a pirate,” Maric and Malak both exclaimed simultaneously,
“Aye,” Tenoko replied, and judging from the reactions of most of the others, they were just as surprised as the twins were; “and Lucy was part of my crew; I didn’t know her real name until I saw her face. It was then that I dropped the coins that she recognized, hoping that tactic would work. Luckily, it did, and so here we are.”
“Aye,” Malak added, “and this waterbender needs some sleep.”
Eventually, Tenoko got the whole story explained. She was in fact, a pirate, and “The Blazing Phoenix” was her ship. She was its captain. Azula, AKA “Lucy” was one of her most loyal crew members. Most of her crew was Zuroc Sensei, male and female, and “The Blazing Phoenix” had been the scourge of the seas for a while.
A day or so later, the remainder of The Avatar Guard arrived, and each side was glad that the others were safe. They were all sad about Ryuka’s death, but knew that it was not in vain. Naturally, all of them noticed the absence of Katara Altina II. Surprisingly, this did not last long, as later that evening, she appeared.
“Don’t ask me any questions about what happened,” she said bluntly, “I’m not only not in the mood to talk, but also not in the mood to answer anyone right now. I want to be alone.”
Naturally, no one bothered to follow her except for her mother, who was probably the one person Katara II wanted to see the most, for she had seen Sokka more recently than her mother.
“Katara,” she said, gently opening her door,
“I said I wanted to be alone,” she replied tersely,
“Katara,” said Katara I, “it’s me—your mother.”
Katara II sat up and looked her mother in the eye, “you don’t sound the same,” she said, “you’ve changed so much.”
“So have you,” she remarked, “you’ve grown so big. The last time I got to see you properly you were still just a little girl—now you’re a young woman. You’ve grown up so much—it’s been so long.”
Katara I held out her arms, tears running down her face. Katara II was sobbing when she embraced her mother.
“I’ve needed you for so long,” Katara II wailed, “you... you and Sokka... meant everything to me—knowing that I would see you two again...”
“But why Katara,” said Katara I, “what was the idea behind the whole Dark Warrior scheme?” Sokka had come in by this time.
“I hate this war,” Katara II cried, “I hate how much power I have. Everyone is trying to recruit me it seems. I don’t want to take part in this madness. I want to be left alone. I want someone to get rid of my powers for me. I hate them, I don’t want them, and I especially don’t want to be used just because of them.
“I failed as a parent,” Katara I said apologetically, “I was too busy worrying about my own problems to take care of you the way I should have. I didn’t even comprehend that my own daughter had far worse, life-threatening problems than mine. I am not worthy to be called your mother, Katara. I am sorry.”
“Then who is,” Katara II wailed, “don’t say that, mommy. Losing daddy was hard enough on me. I don’t want to lose you again; I don’t wanna; I don’t wanna, I DON’T WANNA!”
“Katara I’m sorry,” her mother said sadly, “it’s just that you—you’ve been through so much; so much more than even your mother is able to comprehend, and you’re only 15. It makes me feel so terrible knowing what you’ve had to suffer because of me. Please; please forgive me.”
“Just don’t say that I have to leave you,” Katara II cried, “I couldn’t accept that—I wouldn’t.”
“I’m not going anywhere this time, Katara,” her mother said, squeezing young Katara tighter, “I promise.”
All it took after this was Sokka to come in, and Katara’s family needed no further words.
After hearing of Malak’s return, Reyson was the 3rd person to be at her side [the 1st and 2nd being Maric and Tenoko]. Right now though, she was just resting alone. She was awake, lying in her bed, just gazing upwards when Reyson had walked in.
“Hey,” he stammered, “you’re, um—you’re awake?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, grabbing a bottle and chugging its contents. It looked like a bottle that once held something Tenoko would drink, but with the rate Malak was consuming it, Reyson assumed it had been filled with water; “I just feel really tired.”
“Is there anything I can do” he asked,
“Well,” said Malak, “It’s one of those ‘I’m tired but can’t sleep’ situations, so I guess if you want to just sit here and talk with me, I’d like that.”
“I didn’t know you liked to talk with people,” Reyson remarked, “you’ve always liked being your own woman when you were around me.”
“well,” Malak stammered, her face going from its normal brown of her skin color, to pink, and then to red, almost matching Reyson’s clothes; “it’s just... err... with you, it’s um... different.”
Reyson chuckled slightly. Malak looked slightly annoyed.
“What’s so funny,” she said, still red,
“your face is as red as my clothes,” Reyson chuckled, “Malak, either Maric was right about our crush, or you feel really, really awkward around me. If you do, just tell me. I’ll leave you alone.”
“It’s kind of both,” Malak stammered, “I... I really like you, but—I just feel awkward around you; like if I do something wrong you’ll laugh at me or something; like I need to behave better or...”
“I...” Reyson exclaimed, “You look up to me like that?”
“I...” Malak stammered, “I... I do. You just seem like you’re so... so flawless. And then there’s... never mind.”
“Me,” Reyson faltered, “perfect? I don’t think so, Malak. I’ve been living under cover all my life. I’m probably just as nervous as you are right now. I’ve just been taught how to hide it from showing up on my face like it is with yours. I’m terrible around people. You can ask the 6 people I know and they’d chuckle and say the same about me.”
“How is that,” Malak replied, “if I’ve been able to cling to your every word and believe you in every respect?”
“It’s called love,” said a voice, and both Reyson and Malak turned around to see Zakura grinning in the doorway. Malak bolted upright, though this time she was wearing loose pants and a jacket similar to Sanaki’s, only blue.
“Ha-ha,” Zakura laughed, “you two hold that pose. I need to get Katara to draw this. Your expressions right now are priceless.”
Zakura, who was the master at making lovers feel awkward, had struck again. She knew that Katara wanted rest though, so when she left, she closed the door. That was Zakura’s method of saying she wasn’t going to come back for a little while.
“Do you think...?” Malak stammered, “is... is this what it is?”
“I...” said Reyson, “I guess so. I mean; are you alright with that?”
Malak was silent for a while. Reyson plucked up the courage to actually look her in the eyes, a feat which neither of them seemed capable of actually doing. At first Malak’s eyes darted left, right, up, and down periodically, but then she too looked straight back at him.
“You alright?” he asked, and she shook her head, coming back to her senses. Apparently, her mind had wandered slightly.
“Um,” she stuttered, “aye, I’m alright. It’s just... I was thinking; putting everything together, and well... it just seems to fit, Reyson; it just seems to all fit. If that’s what it is, then... then I...”
“You what,” Reyson asked gently; by this point he could have easily predicted what she was trying to say, and knew that it was probably taking just as much courage from her to not turn away and falter as it was for him to wait for her verdict.
“I...” she stuttered again, “then I... then...”
Reyson looked at her, and calculated her reactions. She was hiding her expression well, but Reyson, whose hand had clasped Malak’s sometime between the time he had sat down next to her and now, could feel her blood surging frantically through her body.
“Relax, Malak,” he said gently squeezing her hand, “I’m not going to do anything you wouldn’t like. I love you, Malak. And as such, I could never do anything you were uncomfortable with.”
Although Malak was unable to successfully convey the phrase “I love you” like she had been trying to, she was able to say one thing after she threw her arms around Reyson.
“I love you too,” she said, looking him in the eyes.
“Then I want to give you something to remember it by,” he said, “just close your eyes and relax.”
Malak did as she was told. Reyson gently put his hands on either side of his face, and brought her lips to his. Once they had connected his arms slide gently around her, his gentle touch reminiscent of his caring personality. All of this had come from the impact of One Simple Reunion.
~Azula~
relationship time. guess who it is this time?
and after about 57 chapters, Katara Altina II finally gets to properly talk to her mom.
so yeh, enjoy.
CHAPTER 72: ONE SIMPLE REUNION
Maric, Malak, and Tenoko all returned safely back to the base where the others were at. There they recounted their tale.
“So how did you get the Zuroc Sensei all off of you,” Iresu asked,
“With these,” Tenoko replied, pulling out a handful of the pirate coins she had dropped that had Azula stop the warriors.
“Captain Dragmire at your service,” she said, bowing; “it turns out that I recognized that Azula Caroso after all under the alias of ‘Lucy’. She was part of my crew back in the day.”
“You were a pirate,” Maric and Malak both exclaimed simultaneously,
“Aye,” Tenoko replied, and judging from the reactions of most of the others, they were just as surprised as the twins were; “and Lucy was part of my crew; I didn’t know her real name until I saw her face. It was then that I dropped the coins that she recognized, hoping that tactic would work. Luckily, it did, and so here we are.”
“Aye,” Malak added, “and this waterbender needs some sleep.”
Eventually, Tenoko got the whole story explained. She was in fact, a pirate, and “The Blazing Phoenix” was her ship. She was its captain. Azula, AKA “Lucy” was one of her most loyal crew members. Most of her crew was Zuroc Sensei, male and female, and “The Blazing Phoenix” had been the scourge of the seas for a while.
A day or so later, the remainder of The Avatar Guard arrived, and each side was glad that the others were safe. They were all sad about Ryuka’s death, but knew that it was not in vain. Naturally, all of them noticed the absence of Katara Altina II. Surprisingly, this did not last long, as later that evening, she appeared.
“Don’t ask me any questions about what happened,” she said bluntly, “I’m not only not in the mood to talk, but also not in the mood to answer anyone right now. I want to be alone.”
Naturally, no one bothered to follow her except for her mother, who was probably the one person Katara II wanted to see the most, for she had seen Sokka more recently than her mother.
“Katara,” she said, gently opening her door,
“I said I wanted to be alone,” she replied tersely,
“Katara,” said Katara I, “it’s me—your mother.”
Katara II sat up and looked her mother in the eye, “you don’t sound the same,” she said, “you’ve changed so much.”
“So have you,” she remarked, “you’ve grown so big. The last time I got to see you properly you were still just a little girl—now you’re a young woman. You’ve grown up so much—it’s been so long.”
Katara I held out her arms, tears running down her face. Katara II was sobbing when she embraced her mother.
“I’ve needed you for so long,” Katara II wailed, “you... you and Sokka... meant everything to me—knowing that I would see you two again...”
“But why Katara,” said Katara I, “what was the idea behind the whole Dark Warrior scheme?” Sokka had come in by this time.
“I hate this war,” Katara II cried, “I hate how much power I have. Everyone is trying to recruit me it seems. I don’t want to take part in this madness. I want to be left alone. I want someone to get rid of my powers for me. I hate them, I don’t want them, and I especially don’t want to be used just because of them.
“I failed as a parent,” Katara I said apologetically, “I was too busy worrying about my own problems to take care of you the way I should have. I didn’t even comprehend that my own daughter had far worse, life-threatening problems than mine. I am not worthy to be called your mother, Katara. I am sorry.”
“Then who is,” Katara II wailed, “don’t say that, mommy. Losing daddy was hard enough on me. I don’t want to lose you again; I don’t wanna; I don’t wanna, I DON’T WANNA!”
“Katara I’m sorry,” her mother said sadly, “it’s just that you—you’ve been through so much; so much more than even your mother is able to comprehend, and you’re only 15. It makes me feel so terrible knowing what you’ve had to suffer because of me. Please; please forgive me.”
“Just don’t say that I have to leave you,” Katara II cried, “I couldn’t accept that—I wouldn’t.”
“I’m not going anywhere this time, Katara,” her mother said, squeezing young Katara tighter, “I promise.”
All it took after this was Sokka to come in, and Katara’s family needed no further words.
After hearing of Malak’s return, Reyson was the 3rd person to be at her side [the 1st and 2nd being Maric and Tenoko]. Right now though, she was just resting alone. She was awake, lying in her bed, just gazing upwards when Reyson had walked in.
“Hey,” he stammered, “you’re, um—you’re awake?”
“Aye,” Malak replied, grabbing a bottle and chugging its contents. It looked like a bottle that once held something Tenoko would drink, but with the rate Malak was consuming it, Reyson assumed it had been filled with water; “I just feel really tired.”
“Is there anything I can do” he asked,
“Well,” said Malak, “It’s one of those ‘I’m tired but can’t sleep’ situations, so I guess if you want to just sit here and talk with me, I’d like that.”
“I didn’t know you liked to talk with people,” Reyson remarked, “you’ve always liked being your own woman when you were around me.”
“well,” Malak stammered, her face going from its normal brown of her skin color, to pink, and then to red, almost matching Reyson’s clothes; “it’s just... err... with you, it’s um... different.”
Reyson chuckled slightly. Malak looked slightly annoyed.
“What’s so funny,” she said, still red,
“your face is as red as my clothes,” Reyson chuckled, “Malak, either Maric was right about our crush, or you feel really, really awkward around me. If you do, just tell me. I’ll leave you alone.”
“It’s kind of both,” Malak stammered, “I... I really like you, but—I just feel awkward around you; like if I do something wrong you’ll laugh at me or something; like I need to behave better or...”
“I...” Reyson exclaimed, “You look up to me like that?”
“I...” Malak stammered, “I... I do. You just seem like you’re so... so flawless. And then there’s... never mind.”
“Me,” Reyson faltered, “perfect? I don’t think so, Malak. I’ve been living under cover all my life. I’m probably just as nervous as you are right now. I’ve just been taught how to hide it from showing up on my face like it is with yours. I’m terrible around people. You can ask the 6 people I know and they’d chuckle and say the same about me.”
“How is that,” Malak replied, “if I’ve been able to cling to your every word and believe you in every respect?”
“It’s called love,” said a voice, and both Reyson and Malak turned around to see Zakura grinning in the doorway. Malak bolted upright, though this time she was wearing loose pants and a jacket similar to Sanaki’s, only blue.
“Ha-ha,” Zakura laughed, “you two hold that pose. I need to get Katara to draw this. Your expressions right now are priceless.”
Zakura, who was the master at making lovers feel awkward, had struck again. She knew that Katara wanted rest though, so when she left, she closed the door. That was Zakura’s method of saying she wasn’t going to come back for a little while.
“Do you think...?” Malak stammered, “is... is this what it is?”
“I...” said Reyson, “I guess so. I mean; are you alright with that?”
Malak was silent for a while. Reyson plucked up the courage to actually look her in the eyes, a feat which neither of them seemed capable of actually doing. At first Malak’s eyes darted left, right, up, and down periodically, but then she too looked straight back at him.
“You alright?” he asked, and she shook her head, coming back to her senses. Apparently, her mind had wandered slightly.
“Um,” she stuttered, “aye, I’m alright. It’s just... I was thinking; putting everything together, and well... it just seems to fit, Reyson; it just seems to all fit. If that’s what it is, then... then I...”
“You what,” Reyson asked gently; by this point he could have easily predicted what she was trying to say, and knew that it was probably taking just as much courage from her to not turn away and falter as it was for him to wait for her verdict.
“I...” she stuttered again, “then I... then...”
Reyson looked at her, and calculated her reactions. She was hiding her expression well, but Reyson, whose hand had clasped Malak’s sometime between the time he had sat down next to her and now, could feel her blood surging frantically through her body.
“Relax, Malak,” he said gently squeezing her hand, “I’m not going to do anything you wouldn’t like. I love you, Malak. And as such, I could never do anything you were uncomfortable with.”
Although Malak was unable to successfully convey the phrase “I love you” like she had been trying to, she was able to say one thing after she threw her arms around Reyson.
“I love you too,” she said, looking him in the eyes.
“Then I want to give you something to remember it by,” he said, “just close your eyes and relax.”
Malak did as she was told. Reyson gently put his hands on either side of his face, and brought her lips to his. Once they had connected his arms slide gently around her, his gentle touch reminiscent of his caring personality. All of this had come from the impact of One Simple Reunion.
~Azula~
