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Memories from Western Airtemple	By : DarthAnimus Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Slash - Male/Male Views: 16187 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Memories from Western Air Temple
Chapter 3
Collision Course

Moving his arms in a wide circle Aang commanded the water like Katara had often instructed him to do during their lessons. The water only rippled at first, like always, and then a whirlpool began to form on the pond’s surface. Aang had mastered the technique a week ago but was determined to hone his abilities until the summoning of a whirlpool could be done a lot faster. He would not have time to use the technique in a battle situation if he could not reduce the time that it took to create a whirl.

The pond was stationed at a fairly secluded place at the lowermost levels of the Western Air Temple. It was not really a pond as much as a pool, or at least it had been a pool at one point of time. The water was a lot lower than what it had been when the temple was still inhabited by Air Nomads and some water plants had managed to begin growing around the pool, even if most of it was just moss.

There was really no reason to call the pool a pond, other than that Aang wished to. He liked to think that pools and fountains were all stationed on the upper levels of the temple while the areas nearest to the drop below had grown wild during the years. There were not many natural formations immediately close to the temple; the cliffs above had nothing but short grass covering them. But, even if so, the lower levels of the temple were filled with plants and sometimes Aang even came across an animal that inhabited the seemingly dead temple.

Just as Aang got ready to push the whirl to the other side of the pond a strange sound reached his ears. It was the sound of cloth being run across stone, harshly. And it was followed by an echoing yelp that alarmed Aang of an approaching person right before said person crashed on top of him seemingly out of nowhere.

With a strangled ‘oomph’ Aang fell sideways into the water, pushed down by a larger body. Water rushed into the airbender’s mouth and nostrils and he quickly lifted himself up on his elbows in order to bring his head above surface. Gasping for breath the young Avatar met the shell-shocked expression of one former Fire Nation prince.

Lifting himself up with shaky arms, Zuko seemed to still be recovering from the drop he had experienced. The firebender swayed ever so slightly and his forehead bumped against Aang’s gently, the wet raven locks sticking to his face awkwardly. Aang lifted a hand and brushed the hair away from golden eyes and Zuko blinked a couple of times before uttering: “Remind me to never do that again.”

“What happened?” Aang questioned, genuinely curious about what had brought the prince falling into his lap. Zuko leaned back a bit, apparently becoming aware of their close proximity only then, and spoke: “I was with Teo and The Duke and we were investigating some of the hallways when we came across a chute of sorts. Somehow I got volunteered into checking out where it led to.”

Releasing a bright laugh Aang smiled widely as he commented: “I wonder how they tricked you into that.”

“I’m not really quite sure”, came Zuko’s mumbled reply, followed by the prince looking at him oddly as he questioned: “What are you doing?”

“Huh?” Aang uttered and only then became aware of how he had pressed his chest against Zuko’s. The water they were lying in was cold and subconsciously Aang had sought out the firebender’s body warmth. He had to wonder if high body temperature was a common firebender feature.

“You’re warm”, Aang explained simply and shrugged his shoulders. “The water, in turn, is cold. You do the math.”

Blinking in surprise Zuko then sighed in an amused manner and shook his head. The prince then directed his gaze back to Aang as he asked: “What were you doing in a pool in the first place?”

“Waterbending practise”, Aang replied easily and Zuko’s eyes widened in alarm as he glanced around frantically. The airbender guessed that the older boy was worried that Katara might show up and decide that he was too close to Aang and attempt to clobber him.

“I’m practising by myself”, Aang assured the raven-haired teen and saw the clear relief on Zuko’s face. “Katara’s somewhere upward.”

There was a nod from Zuko and the firebender stood up with a slight groan, probably caused by his new bruises protesting the movement. Then the prince offered Aang a hand.

Even when surprised by the gesture Aang did not waste any time before he grabbed a hold of the offered appendage and allowed the taller boy to pull him up from the water. It was rather uncomfortable, being so wet, but a quick burst of airbended wind would fix that up right away after the two of them climbed out of the pool.

Zuko made his way to the somewhat cracked edge of the pool and pulled himself up to dry ground. Then the prince offered a hand to Aang once more and this time around the smaller boy had half-expected the gesture and readily grabbed the helping hand, having the stronger male pull him up as well, another hand touching his hip in passing to make sure he did not lose his balance and fall back into the water.

Once he had his hand free again Aang swung both of his hands briefly and with a warm burst of air the two boys’ clothes became mostly dry. That done Aang glanced up and indeed saw a round hole in the ceiling above, Zuko’s entry point. The monks who had lived at the temple had apparently used it as a shortcut to the pool.

“We should probably go tell Teo and The Duke where the chute leads to”, Aang suggested. A scoff from Zuko answered him, followed by the firebender grumbling: “I think we should let them think they’ve killed me off a while longer. Maybe they’ll learn something then.”

A series of chuckles came from Aang then and even Zuko himself smiled thinly, even thought the expression was only fleeting. Patting the taller boy’s arm during his last chortles Aang decided that one of these days Zuko would laugh with him.

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