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Blue Mask	By : PatPat Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 11083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blue Mask, Two Swords, and Sozin’s Comet
Exchange and Red String Soul Mates
By Pat Squared
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Explicit

So this is it...

The man behind the white and gold body paint allowed his face to move into a weak smile.

For seventeen years, he lived his life according to the demands of his royal birthright.

For seventeen years, he lived a life that was not his own, but dictated by the expectations of others.

After tonight, his life would be his own.

Sorry great-grandpa.

You had to risk everything to give your descendants the life of a noble and I end up being a grave robber and scoundrel just like you use to be.

The wheel have destiny turned its full circle.

You rode the wheel up to the heights of the Fire Nation nobility.

I rode the wheel down to becoming what I am.

I guess that you are stuck with Azula to perpetual the family honor.

However, without you and your lady as an example, I would have given up a long time ago. You gave up everything that could be asked of you and yet you two received something worth more than a thousand kingdoms. I learned that suffering is the price we pay for happiness. I just hope that one day; I too will find this elusive thing that will make my life worth living.

I just hope that I did not embarrass you too much with my failures.

Over the past week, the young man had hand carved the box that he held in his hands out of a solid chuck of arromatic wood. He carefully flame polished the box like the artisans of his homeland use to do before the war when quality, not quantity, was everything.

The box was made out of musky cinimon scented, dark wood and smooth like a stone worn smooth for eons by a rushing river. The only thing that gave a clue as to its contents was the ring that was inlayed flush to the polished wood. Traditionally the signet ring would have never left the prince’s possession until the Fire Priests removed it from his dead fingers.

Inside the velvet lined interior was a burnt head and right hand drained of blood and covered with a fine linen handkerchief that the bearer liberated from some matron’s laundry line.

With a tear, the man removed a pouch that was hanging around his neck. It was his mother’s necklace. It was his last link to a mother who fate brutally took from him. With a yank, he broke the wire chain. Then he dropped the necklace into the box.

Forgive me mother.

He thought that saying goodbye to his past would be a joyful time.

He was saying goodbye to seventeen years of not being good enough to please his demanding father.

He was saying goodbye to seventeen years of being a disappointment to his father and his nation.

However, in doing so he would be saying goodbye to being his mother’s son.

His mother sacrificed herself so that he would not be killed by his paternal grandfather. His mother endured beatings from his father every time the lung flux stricken him. Despite being the living of his mother’s rape, his mother loved him. He would no longer be able to proclaim that he was her son.

Zuko, son of Ursa, would be forever buried when this box reaches the hands of his father.

History would forever cruelly record that Prince Zuko, son of Fire Lord Ozai, failed in his duties and betrayed his nation. Fire Nation parents will be forbidden to name their children Zuko. In all royal documents, his name shall be stricken and replaced with the phrase, the nameless one that betrayed his father, his lord, and his nation.

Everything of his would be burned, every animal he rode would be killed, every boat he rode on would be sunk, and every physical trace of his presence would be destroyed. To mention that he ever existed would be a crime and soon he would not even be a memory. They would do everything in their power to ensue that his soul would wander aimlessly in the void of hell forever.

Zuko, son of Ursa, was dead.

Let the masses of the Fire Nation rejoice for Prince Zuko would not embarrass the Fire Nation by being unable to capture a thirteen year old air bender.

It was time for Jian Li, nephew of Li Mushi, the storyteller, and famed Earth Kingdom magician, to wander the world seeking a new life of his own, forever cut off from the world he knew.
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“Back so soon? I bet you couldn’t stand that ditz Ty Lee bouncing around. You have held out two months, a record. Her record was only two weeks.”

Azula was her usual sarcastic self.

Jian Li merely smiled at the young girl trying to act nonchalantly. However the one who was once Prince Zuko learned how to spot his sister's moods. His survival now depended on his reading of the sadistic princess' frame of mind.

“Don’t try to be catty, 'Zula. It gets old mighty fast. Especially when you have the tit's of a six year old.”

“What the great Li does not want to flirt with the girls?”

“Business before pleasure, highness. If you want to keep your pretty touché on your father’s dais, you will have to remember that lesson or expect to end up on the executioner's block. If you do not, your enemies will hire someone like me to take it away from you. I see that you have got my message - We agreed that Zuko’s head was worth ten pounds of mixed emeralds, rubies, and sapphires – all royal quality. I have the goods you want in this box and you know my price.”

Mai was obviously upset at his callousness and his lack of respect for his employer.

Azula countered, “Why should I pay you when my pathetic brother is already dead?”

Jian Li smiled.

“The throne of the Fire Nation will be yours for such a small price. Believe me, not even the sharpest trader can deliver you this once in an eternity bargain."

Azula started to retort, but Jian spoke up cutting off her next barb.

"Have you ever heard of something in the merchant trade called underwriting?"

He paused and shook his head as if tsking at the stupidity of the two girls.

"If not, let me educate you on how we did business in my world. I have had a mutual friend of ours underwriting my come back from the dead policy. Before I talked to you, I have taken the liberty of paralyzing your ditzy little pal and tied her to a nearby tree. I knew that you would sell her to me, and ensured that she listened in on the little transaction that made her mine. Needless to say, she is mighty upset at the two of you.”

Jian Li studied the reactions of the two ladies.

To most, the expressions on the two faces were impassive. To one who was raise with the pair, they were starting to panic as they realized that the title jian aptly described this master in the game of shadows. Mai winched with regret. Azula, selfish as usual, was calculating the costs and benefits to her.

“I used her new found hatred for the two of you to firmly bind her spirit to me." Jian Li laughed.

“Raping a virgin is bittersweet experience. She will then seek to take her revenge upon you.

“However having an enraged virgin trade her virtue to be my apprentice in the shadow arts is a once in a lifetime experience. She was broken as I once was broken by those that I once loved. Betrayed by the ones you once loved - It's funny that master and student found their life's calling the same way.”

He actually smiled at the pair.

"Your friend was so eager to have me teach her that she tore off my clothes and slammed her womb down on my root of joy. She was screaming out your names in hate as I gave her the first of many moments of pleasure. For that I thank the two of you.”

Azula snapped, “Liar!”

“Only idiots waste their time with small lies when this much wealth is on the line!"

Thank you, uncle for making me read and memorized all those earth nation tragedies about revenge, conspiracies, and betrayal.

"Grow up, princess, I don’t have to lie. However, if you demand proof that I bedded your little Tea Leaf:

"She has an interesting birth mark on the inside of her left thigh.

"She has that scar under her left breast that Gloom Girl here accidentally gave her when you were twelve and she did a back flip right when Gloom Girl was practicing with her throwing knives. For being such a ditz, Ty can be quite a quick learner once her illusions are shattered. She just needed the right kind of motivation.

"Thank you for providing me such an apt pupil. For that you have my undying thanks.”

Jian Li stared Azula in the eyes. Careful to keep his tone pleasant, he let the hate in his eyes do the speaking.

“Princess, if I don’t get my fees, not only don’t you get someone as capable as I hunting down the other two names on the list, but you get my pissed off apprentice turning your pal into a pin cushion. However, she told me that you are still a virgin because for you to get a seat on the dais, you have to prove that you are a virgin on your wedding night or that you are still a virgin. If you are not, I advise you to find an idiot husband to screw you when you are on the rag.”

Azula was digging her fingernails into the palms of her hands. Li would not be surprised if she hated him right now.

Normally he would back off, but he was playing a role. He had to play the male counterpart to Princess Azula's twisted personality. He had to have her respect so that she would believe that Jian Li actually killed the banished prince. He had to ensure that she was too upset to consider that this was all a setup so he could slip away.

“I will make it my new life goal to personally capture you and force you to undergo what would have been Ty’s fate if she were not so quick to come to an accommodation. I can only imagine how much your belly will stretch when you carry some stranger’s child.

"Fail to pay me what we agree and you will end up just like your great-grandfather Kozun’s older sisters, mother, and grandmother. Imagine you’re your female ancestors did to ensure that you would be born. Imagine what it is like making lots of kids with no two having the same father. Imagine being a harlot who had to share herself with the hideously ugly to pay her pimp his protection fee. Imagine being knocked up on a dark country lane by some Earth Kingdom peasant with manure clinging to his bare feet."

Azula was about to explode. Just one more taunt and she would explode.

"I have it on good authority that the other noble kids from the other noble families laughed at you and your brother for not being able to fill out the requisite nine generations of honorable ancestors on your mother’s side of the family tree that the other students had to fill out at the imperial academy. You tried to act like Kozun just materialized out of the air and that his other relatives did not exist.

“However the Jung kid, the one that mysteriously was sent deep into the Earth Kingdom to single-handedly siege an Earth Kingdom fort...He did a little digging and found out that your great-grandfather Kozun had to buy out the brothel contracts for all his sisters and your great-great grandmother. If you were born four generations ago, you would have been spreading those fat bowlegged legs of yours from the time you were in the cradle. Didn’t your father often refer to your mother in public as the Lucky Whore? Didn’t your grandfather kept the two of you isolated from the other nobles so that he would not have to acknowledge his shame that he had to sell one of his sons to the descendants of pimps and prostitutes so that he could get enough money to finance the war. ”

Jian Li smiled as the fire bending protégée snapped and launched a wave of fire at him.

Azula always make one mistake while fire bending – She always made a grand gesture before she bended fire. As she extended her hands, he merely ducked underneath, came up between her arms, head butted her, bloodied her nose, and knocked her to the earth.

Jian Li fell on top of his biological father's daughter and had his sharp dagger to her neck. Many men would think of rutting with the curvy vixen, but the fact that he knew the full measure of the princess underneath him and the incest taboo allowed Jian Li to focus on what he needed to do.

“The only thing stopping me from raping you and releasing Ty Lee's need for vengeance on your pal is profit, highness. Dead men can't enjoy it. Words of advice, your highness - your emotions are your weakness. One day they will be your downfall.”

Azula spat in his face, “Weakness – I am not weak. I am the most powerful fire bender that you will be unfortunate to encounter.”

Jian Lee smiled at his sister. Being on top of her pinning her to the ground meant that the spittle that she launched towards his face would soon land on hers.

“You don’t look all that powerful to me. All I have to do is take my dagger to your pants and release my manhood from its confinement. One thus and the throne will never be yours. Maybe in nine months, you will end up just like your mother, carrying the child of her rapist. To tell the truth about you...you do have a fit of anger. You and your father both have that weakness.”

Jian Li lightly traced the skin of neck with his dagger.

“Tell your friend to back off otherwise, I will ensure that you will never sit on the dais. No funny business. Your first stunt would have gotten you killed if I was just any other assassin. Even if she stabs me, my mass will ensure that you will join me in the afterlife.”

Jian Li saw the slight nod of the head.

"Good girl. Banishing Zuko was the biggest mistake your father made. It caused the other nobles to question your father’s mental stability."

"What? How dare you criticize the Fire Lord?"

"Let us be objective, your highness. If Zuko was such a mistake, your father should have merely sent him to lead the 41st division on the suicide mission to Bad Sing Se. You know that surrender was not a word in his vocabulary. At Ba Sing Sie, Crown Prince Zuko would have become a martyr – a symbol to the masses of the Fire Nation that even the royal family too would sacrifice something of value for the good of the Nation. Zuko’s memory could have been used as a rallying cry and you as his suffering sister would reluctantly assume the mantle of your brother’s duties. Your actions would not be perceived as a naked grab for power, but a noble lady stepping up to fulfill her familial obligations and live up to her martyr brother's memory.”

I might have been too pig-head to play politics, sister, but that doesn’t mean that I didn’t know what was going on behind my back. You were the one who taught me all too well about defeating your rivals with a smile and whispered word.

Azula was starting to stare at his face, awed that this circus performer knew about the games of power. He extended his tongue and licked her jaw line so that she would be too distracted to notice that the makeup covered a telltale scar.

Azula turned her face away as he whispered into her ear, "You called the tune, now it’s time to pay the piper. Now tell Gloom Girl to drop whatever knives she is holding and keep her hands up. From this moment until I leave, if her hands are not up in the air, one of you two will be sporting a new fashion accessory - a crossbow bolt going through your back and coming out the center of your chest. Slowly nod if you understand what I am saying."

Azula nodded.

Jian Li slowly crawled off his sister without uttering another word.

"Your brother, your highness, was one of the better clients that I have serviced. He learned much from his time pursuing the Avatar and it was a worthy chase. Unlike the others I had to dispatch, he never whimpered or begged or even offered to buy me off when I cornered him. If he wasn't weakened by illness, the chase would have been the end of me.

"Thank you, your royal highness, for giving me such a marvelous creature to hunt. Hunting down your brother was a worthy capstone to any assassin's career. If it wasn't against my principles, I would have done that hunt for free. I just hope your father can provide the same type of sport if and when you decide to take me up on my offer. Behold my latest trophy, Princess Azula. This is the head of your brother, Crown Prince Zuko, son of Fire Lord Ozai - Formerly the heir to the Fire Lord and now fugitive from the Fire Nation."

Jian Li displayed the contents of the box. Azula was suspicious until she saw their mother’s locket.

Azula actually laughed as she pocketed the locket and whispered, “Zuko took that pendant from my mother’s things when he left. He would never give up our mother’s precious locket. He is definitely dead; otherwise no force on earth would stop him from trying to reclaim it. Too back the wire portion of the necklace was damaged or I would wear it to my brother’s funeral.”

That is one thing that I will definitely get back from you, Azula. Take good care of it, because it will be mine again. You don’t deserve to wear anything of mother’s. The only shame that burdens her soul had been having you for a daughter.

Azula motioned to Mai and Mai brought out three small velvet bags each bearing the lead seals of House Kozun. Jian Li handed over the box. With a single motion, Jian sweep the three velvet bags into his pack. He turned around and started to walk away.

“Aren’t you going to check your gems?”

Jian Li did not bother to turn around.

He just stop, merely smiled, and said, “I don’t have to bother counting. If you have any brains, you would not cheat me yet. Besides, I am not the one with a tick off assassin’s apprentice who is too eager to collect on a debt. Enjoy yourselves girls and next time don’t try to play these silly little games with a professional killer. I will leave a message in the usual spot when I get another trophy for your collection.”

“One day I will kill both you and your apprentice. I vow that on the soul of my brother!”

“Sure you will. Fire Lord Ozai will marry an air bender and retire to a monastery! Keep dreaming, princess.”

Jian Li walked away enjoy his new found ability to cause his sister sleepless nights. She taunted him when he was a child and now he was just repaying the favor. It was ironic that she swore to kill him on the very soul of the man she wished to kill.
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“Wan ba dan (bastard), how dare he threaten me? I will make him fornicate with all 18 generations of his ancestors. I am going to make that shabi (mother fornicator) regret his existence from the moment that he was even an itch in his fornicating father’s crotch. Wo cao ni ye ye de sao pi yan (Fornicate with your grandfather’s piss stinking asshole), Jian Li. Ty Lee that cho yade (smelly slave wench) is going to be used for target practice after I let the entire army have their turn with her."

Azula was punctuating her comments with mini-explosions of blue flames. Mai spent her time ducking and preventing Azula from setting the forest afire.

"When I have finished my business, Mai, I swear I am going to put such a price on Jian Li and Ty Lee’s heads that even the woman-warriors of Kyoshii Island would try to collect the reward.”

Azula smile was a terrible sight to behold. It was the same smile that sold Ty Lee.

“Mai, continue the hunt for the avatar in my absence."

"Where are you going?"

"I have to personally deliver my brother’s remains to daddy. Also, I have to try to find out just who this Jian Li character really is. He knows too much about us and we know nothing about him.

“He is a bastard son of some Fire Nation noble turned assassin, Azula. As long as he does the job, why do we care?”

"Capable assassins are not born, Mai - They are shaped and molded. They are broken and the rebuilt until they could dispassionately dispatch their clients. Zuko may not have been all that my father desired. However, Zuko has been good enough to survive repeated assassination attempts since he was twelve. I cannot let one of my enemies have a professional like Li on the payroll."

Azula summoned a small palm of flame and absent mindedly started tracing the ideograms for hurbus in the air.

"Your pride will be your downfall, Li.”

Azula let out a laugh so twisted that it took all of Mai’s training not to visibly react to it.

"He thinks himself immune from me.

"Men around the world would cut off their testicles to bed me and yet he tastes my flesh and it does not even excite him. He is totally amoral and ruthless enough to take my throne if he desired. If Zuko was half the man this Jian Li is, he would have already taken the dais from our father, had me executed, and the world would tremble at the thoughts of facing such a cold-hearted sage of shadows. If Jian Li was not so dangerous, he would be a fitting consort for the next Fire Lady."

Azula sent a column of flame upwards to communicate her emotional turmoil to the gods.

"I am the one who discards men. Hell will become paradise before I let him walk away on his terms. I will make him mine, Mai. I will make life revolve around pleasing me. I will twist his soul for my needs. He will kill my enemies just for a few minutes pleasure in the bed chamber.

"If human traits bred true, I would honor him with fathering my children. Then I will kill him myself. Imagine just having a nursery full of such clever little monsters. I just might let them play torture daddy when I tired of Jian Li. The other nations would never have a chance. All will bow to Fire Lady Azula."

Mai gulped. Fate twisted the once shy girl into the dark blades-girl she now was. However Azula was born twisted. Azula now lusted after the man that would kill her just because he spited her – Because he had her in a position of weakness and could have taken her and yet ignored Azula’s charms.

Before meeting Jian Li, Mai thought that she had seen just how far the human soul can descend to hell and yet reside on earth.

Now Jian Li and Azula were in a game. Flowing together like the ancient yin and yang symbol, both were opposite sides of the same coin of evil. Jian was the logical, game master of evil, making his moves based upon the cold, hard economic facts. Azula was fiery and unpredictable as the fire she bended.

Since Azula sold of Ty Lee to the killer for a promise, Mai had carefully reassessed her friendship with Azula. It was an alliance of convenience. When Jian Li brought back Zuko's remains, Mai felt something that she had not felt for three years ... sorrow.

Daddy striped her of her emotions.

Daddy raped and beat her until she learned to perform.

Daddy installed the seeds of hated that fueled her desire to descend down the same path as Azula.

Daddy took away her childhood love for Zuko and turned her memories of him into the seeds of her misery.

Daddy taught her how to endure pain and how to mold it and make her stronger.

Daddy taught her how to use her body as the weapon that would allow her to accomplish everything she desired.

Mai knew that she shouldn't be feeling the emotions that she was feeling right now. She had been purged of her love for the young prince who had once saved her from Azula pranks. She had been purged of her thoughts of spending a night in his embrace.

A fire nation bastard and a fire nation princess took away any hope. Zuko was dead. Her nation and Zuko's family would celebrate.

Mai would silently mourn the ending of the illusion that she hated Zuko. Once she dreamt of being his embrace as his wife. Once she dreamt of introducing him to the pain that was her lot in life. Now she planed on toppling the family that betrayed the one boy who care about her. She remembered Azula’s pranks. She remembered the night before the Agni Kai and her kiss under the falling blossoms of the cherry tree.

Mai knew that she would not live a long life after her father raped her. She would die by the blade. Either the overpowering sadness would command her to slice her veins or someone would kill her. She had looked for a meaningful death. She now knew how to achieve it.

Zuko my love, I will kill Jian Li and destroy your sister someday. However, before they die, I will kill and destroy everything they value. I will turn their source of joy into bitter ashes. Your death has given me something to live for and for that I thank you. I will die with your love in my heart.

A smile crept upon Mai's normally placid face as she imagined selling Azula to a brothel keeper.

A descendent of whores being force to return to the family business - I will have to remember to thank you for the idea as I cut off your privy parts, Jian Li. After that Ty Lee can do what she will to me. I deserve that much for not protecting the last innocent, beautiful thing in my life.

Mai envisioned a plan.

Despite her power, Azula was acting just like the typical girl who snubbed by a boy.

Azula would spend her time and effort to steal the boy’s heart just so that she could break it. Jian Li was far too wily to let Azula have his heart, but that would not mean that he would not let Azula try. Jian Li and Azula were fire benders. Mai had learned to read people and she knew that Azula still thought her the shy, little girl that had a crush on Zuko. Mai would bend Azula’s pride and Jian’s desire for profit into Mai’s grand plan to destroy the Fire Nation. First, Azula could not be allowed to forget Jian Li’s dismissal of Azula’s power.

"Wouldn't it be simple if we just killed him, Azula? He is merely some minor noble’s bastard scum, not worthy of someone of your station."

Asking that question in her normal bland tone would only serve to enrage Azula. The Fire Nation princess would drop everything to prove that she was better than Jian Li. Azula would not settle for being just the next Fire Lady. She wanted to be the one with absolute power and hold the absolute loyalty of her people. Azula would desire to personally break Jian Li and for that Mai would need Azula to seduce the assassin for her plans to work.

"No. If he comes back, pay him. However, hire some spies find out what they can. No one insulted me like that. No peasant scum is going to get away with turning me down or even calling me a whore like my mother. When I am Fire Lady, it will be death to even think let alone hint that great-grandpa was a product of a ...”
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Toph Bei Fong and Aang lay together on the top of the hill. Every so often Aang would cloud gaze. It was a part of his past, his childhood that he would hang unto. Toph would accompany Aang more his presence than for anything else. Toph would lay so that she could use Aang’s stomach for a pillow.

“The cloud over our head is fluffy like cotton candy and looks like a cat licking its paw.”

Because Toph was blinded by an early childhood fever at the age of four, she could not see the puffy clouds that Aang lovingly described for her. She had to relay on her imagination and a few memories of the time before the illness took her sight.

Aang did his best, but sometimes a part of her would be upset with herself. Everyone else who got spotted valley sickness in her family did not lose their sight. It was just another childhood illness like chickenpox or measles - Just some itching, a low fever, and one week of not being allowed to play with your friends.

However, Toph had almost died. Her parents had to have mountain ice on hand in the middle of the summer to keep the fever from killing her. Scores of Earth Kingdom healers kept her alive and prevented her from being scarred. However, the universe picked her to be the textbook case of how one can be blinded by the fever.

If Toph was blind from birth, things would be more bearable. However the universe had to give her enough familiarity with her vision for her to realize what she would miss. She would never see the faces of her husband and her children. She would never see the smiles and the tears. She traveled the world and yet all she would ever see was her childhood home.

If she was with anyone else, Toph would have walked away and do her own thing just so that she could forget her own pain.

However, Toph was afraid of letting Aang know about the part of her that dreaded cloud gazing.

The others were older and off in their pseudo-adult world with chores and responsibilities. They were too old to still enjoy the childish things that she did with Aang. The others insisted that the pair grew up. Toph did not want her day to be totally filled with adult-serious things when she still had so many child-serious things left to share with Aang. Wasting away an afternoon cloud gazing with her best friend was a very important child-serious thing even for a blind little girl.

Growing old is mandatory. Growing up is optional.

Tomorrow, the gang was going to Chongqing. Because of her uncles and numerous relatives, Toph and Aang would be locked up in a dark basement. She would have to depend on Katara and Sokka to act as her ears as Toph would try to puzzle out what was happening. Then she would have to spend her time being adult serious.

Although she missed her parents, Toph was happy that she ran away from her life of confinment at Gao Ling. In a few short months, she has tasted life like she never did since her sight was taken away from her.

For starters, Toph found her red string soul mate.

The older teenagers played a game that ruined everything fun with life.

Love was supposed to be sharing moments of fun.

Love was not supposed to be suffering and angst and depression.

Love was spontaneous.

Love was not suppose to be bound by rules of do’s and do not’s.

With Aang, Toph broke all the rules laid down by those silly adult and teenagers with their need for angst and torment.

If she wanted to enjoy her time playing with the frogs in a muddy pond, Aang would be the first to help her catch one.

If she wanted an apple, Aang would pick the freshest one on the tree for her.

If she wanted to enjoy the warm of Aang’s flesh next to hers, they did.

Even though Aang was bound by his duty and she insisted that he practice his bending every day, there was always that us time for the two soul mates to be together.

If Toph had to spend some of it cloud gazing with Aang, just having that time lying with her head on his chest was worth the pain. Besides she had a trick that would get her cloudy headed Twinkle Toes out of the clouds and focused upon the young girl lying on the earth next to him.

Toph rolled over and started to tickle attack Aang.

“I give up, I give up, I give up.”

Toph smiled, “There is no giving up. I guess I got to tickle you some more.”

Aang rolled and started to tickle attack her in her ticklish spots on her sides just under her ribs. Toph laughed. She kissed him and playfully nipped Aang in the nose as he continued to tickle her.

Now the pair was both rolling around on the hillside giggling like a pair of six year-olds sharing a naughty word they overheard an adult utter. At least in between the kissing attacks.

Aang was breathing in her face. It smelt like the berries that they picked earlier this morning.

"Toph, what if ... what if we have to grow up? Will we be ... able to still be friends?"

The problem with Aang is that sometimes he thinks too much instead of being rocklike and just doing it. That was the problem with airbenders. They were brought up to be monks and forego the little pleasures in life.

Toph merely rolled over so that she was resting face down on Aang's chest.

"If you promise to don't let me grow up, I promise to keep your life so interesting that you won't have the chance to grow up silly little monk!"

With that, Toph reached into the basket. She grabbed a handful of berries and proceeded to smear the red juices on his face.

"There, I bet you don't look so grown up now.

Soon both faces were stained red with berry juice as the pair alternated kissing with smashing more berry juice on their partner's face.

Toph reached over and felt the drawstrings of Aang’s pants. With a single tug she slid them down.

Aang kissed her as his finger slid off her blouse. His smooth fingertips grazed her newly budding breasts. They were sensitive and Toph savored the feeling.

“Kiss them.”

Aang followed his earth bending sifu’s instruction. He kissed them.

“No, kiss them like you would kiss my lips.”

Toph felt Aang’s tongue whirl around her nipples.

Toph slid out of her pants and grabbed Aang’s butt.

“Enter me.”

It no longer hurt like it did the first time the lover’s play this game. Aang did not drive straight in, but let his rod graze the lips of her sacred region, bringing a moan out of the blind girl’s lips. Aang reached down and she could feel the back of his hand as he positioned his manhood for entry.

Aang entered slowly.

Toph moaned as he filled her. No matter what the monks and priests say, this moment felt so right for the pair. Slowly he pulled back before diving back into her folds.

Toph buried her berry stained face into the budding muscles of Aang’s chest. She listened to the familiar thump of his heart as he rocked his hips back and forth. Toph smiled one of her rare smiles.

Katara had told Toph about the risks of making babies, but Toph could care less. If Aang give her a child, she would still love these moments. Toph imaged a seed growing in the ground. Then she took that mental image imaging Aang planting their child in her this very moment.

Toph found herself releasing more moisture inside. Her inner muscles started grabbing down on Aang trying to summon his seed. The thought of Aang giving her something that only she would have only made her more excited. Things were moving inside of her like the earth shook. Her body was no longer her own but his to pleasure and if he planted their child, it would only make this moment more special.

With a grunt, Aang finally released his essence into her moist womb. Toph held him not caring if his seed would take root.

Aang kissed her. She was Aang’s to take. She kissed him back, whispering, “Let’s see if you can do it again.”

Aang’s woman-maker awoke with the challenge. Aang was soon planting another seed in her fertile womb not knowing that he already had sired the next air bender.
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Later that evening, Toph was anxious as Katara combed out her hair four times. The first was for harmony. The second was for children. The third was for wealth. The last was for a long lasting marriage.

“Katara, thank you … for everything...for putting up with me when I was not the best of friends. It has been nine years since I last saw my reflection. Back then, I was a pudgy, squat, little monster in a green and brown dress. My cousin called me the Little Toadstool. When Aang use to speak of you, he had that little pause in his breath. Can you help me make Aang sigh for me too?”

Katara giggled.

Toph wondered why she was being laughed at on her special day.

“Please...”

“Little sister, a sigh is just a sigh. Aang's problem is that he drops his jaw and drools whenever he sees you. Be thankful you can't see it - Seeing the inside of his mouth, especially after a meal can get disgusting. After I get done preparing you he is going to have a hard time preventing his thing from escaping his pants during the tea pouring. If you are not careful, you are going to mush his brain until he resembles my brother.”

Toph smiled, “Maybe we should tone it down a little. I don’t want his brains to become totally mushy - Just somewhat mushy will do quite fine. Just enough so he won't even think of looking at someone else.”

Katara responded with a mock serious tone used by servants.

"Somewhat mushy it is."

Fifteen minutes later, Aang and Toph were holding hands kneeling in front of Katara and Sokka.

“Normally, I would be serving severing this cup of tea to my parents, thanking them for raising me. However, Katara you have been my older sister. Thank you for trying to help my make the transition to ... where I am now. Older Sister, Thank you.”

Toph handed the cup of sweet lotus tea to Katara and watched as Katara started drinking. As soon as Toph hear the first gulp, she quickly blurb, “I still won’t grow up and wash the dishes without being nagged to death by you, ha!”

Toph could hear Sokka laughing as Katara blow half the hot tea out her nostrils and started coughing.

“Little Sister, for that I curse you two to have a couple dozen kids who think that they are put on this earth to pull pranks on the two of you.”

Aang thanked Sokka for helping him. Unlike his sister, Sokka managed to drink the sweet lotus tea without blowing half of it out of his nose.

Katara and Sokka tied the red string bracelets on the wrists of the two lovers.

“Know that fate had already bound the souls of Aang of the Air Nomads and Toph Bei Fong of the Earth Kingdom long before they were born. The gods have recognized these two as mates since before either of their parents were conceived. However, what fate decreed, these two made real. We recognized the wisdom of the gods and welcome the union between Aang the Avatar and Toph Bei Fong. May harmony, children, wealth, and long life be the rewards given by the gods to Aang and Toph."

Katara threw a handful of seeds and coins at the pair.

“May you two die the same moment so that neither of you shall know the grief of separation. May you be mourned by the many children and grandchildren that you two bring into the world. Wear these red bracelets as a symbol of the red string bracelet that fate already used to bind you to together on the day of your births."

Sokka stomped his foot to represent the temple bell that would have sounded if the ceremony took place near a temple.

Katara screamed to the heaven, “It is now official. There will be no going back to your mother’s house, Toph Bei Fong.”

Katara tossed a pair of straw sandals, a small scrap of cloth, and a pair of blankets at Toph’s feet.

“You are not welcome as family anymore in your mother’s house as a daughter. You have chosen to walk away. Never shall we cloth you again. You shall sew your own from this day hence. Never shall you share the warmth provided by our mother’s house. The only warmth you shall know is your husband’s embrace. Toph Bei Fong – In the eyes of the Fong ancestors, it is as if you already passed on to the next world. Guest and friend you may be, but as a daughter nevermore shall you be.”

Sokka took over. It was now his time to cast Aang out.

“It is now set. You are now a man, little brother, with a family and a house of your own”

Sokka tossed a short sword, a hammer, a small bag of seeds, and a small bag of coins at Aang’s feet.

“Your father’s house will not protect you any more from the world. Your oaths of obedience and loyalty are forever void. It is with this blade and your skill that you must protect your family. You and your bride will have to build your own house with this hammer. With these seeds you shall be forced to grow your own grain, and fed your own house with your own sweat. With these coins whatever debts we owed you are paid in full. Our prayers for your luck are all that your father’s house shall freely give you.”

Katara slapped Toph across her cheek

“May you one day taste the pain that you gave us. May this pain be a taste of the pain you will suffer when you bring your husband's children into this world. May you one day rebuke your daughters for abandoning you as you have abandon your parents.”

Sokka socked Aang drawing some blood.

“This is so you may never forget this day."

Sokka socked Aang in the face blackening Aang’s left eye.

"This is so that you will remember the seriousness of promises that you made to your wife and the gods today. Remember the commands of the gods that your father and mother taught you: First, do no unnecessary harm; Second, do not do unto others as you would not have others do unto you; Third, stand up for what is right even if it costs your life; Forth be brave and do your duty in the face of death; and Fifth, never give up without a fight. These five were the commands that we have shared with you our son. However, now the gods have a new command, put the welfare of your family above all other things."

"Soon, it will be your sons who will seek to abandon your house as you abandon your father’s house. Never let them go without making them pay with the blood you gave them.”

Then they hugged the couple.

“Although both our houses are pained that our beloved children slip away from our grasps, we are overjoyed that they have found one another. We wish them well as we say goodbye. We forgive them as our parents forgave us. May the gods smile upon the couple as they tonight consummate their love and conceive their first child. Then we will have our revenge as they too shall break your hear as you have broken ours.”

Katara and Sokka left the tent and walked away from the newly wedded couple.

Toph kissed Aang as she removed his clothing.

“With this kiss I give to you my love, my body, and my word that my children will be your children.”

Aang removed the wedding robes from Toph leaving her naked as the moment she came into this world. He leaned over her kissing her lips before nibbling on her nose.

“With this act, I vow that you shall be the only mother of my children and that your children will be my children.”

The ritual was finished. The last scripted words were said. The pair was now married.

Toph's arms slipped under her husband's armpit and Aang found himself giggling.

"The day you stop giggling at life is the day you sleep alone, twinkle toes."

"I don't think that will be a problem. I call playing leapfrog at the next pond we counter."

"You’re on," Toph told her husband, "It's getting a little cold and we have only one blanket between us. What are we innocent little things to do?"

"I guess that we have to share. Let's play house?" Aang smiled.

"It's your turn to play daddy!"

"Shucks, I wanted to be the mommy and yell at all the kids who ate the cookies. I had such a pretty apron too. No fair!"

"Aang, don't worry. I will tell you when I want you to be the mommy, say in nine months or so."

Aang kissed his wife as she removed the wedding robes from their bodies.

Aang was struck by his little wife’s strength as she pushed him back into the tangle of robe and straddled his hips.

“Now there will be no falling asleep tonight, runt. You and your growing little brother have a little gift for me.”

Aang and Toph - Air and Earth red string soul-mates forever.

Toph fell asleep listening to Aang's beating heart.
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