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In Bai Shan	By : Gunwild Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Sokka/Toph Views: 28262 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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IN BAI SHAN
CHAPTER 5
By Gunwild
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Every day of Katara’s life – well, every day up until this one – she had been able to think of herself as a decent person. But the moment she realized what she was reaching for the door handle to do, she hated herself enough to drop her arm, turn around and retch into the basin of the privy. Rather than vomit, a thin dribble of bitter brown liquid came from her mouth. She didn’t know it yet, but her body was quickly bending out the interfering poison - had it been designed to kill her, Katara would never have lasted. But its purpose was something far crueler.
“Katara! Are you okay?!”
Oh, poor Aang. What would his innocent mind make of the ideas running through hers? “Go away!” She was able to pull her robe over the naked parts of herself, though not even think of freeing her fingers yet. If he came in here there was no telling how she might react. *I could freeze the lock. If I could focus, I would freeze the lock.*
“If you’re sick, I can get the-”
“Leave now! Leave me or I’ll… grrrgh!” Katara needed to bite her tongue to keep the truth in. It didn’t help that her busy hand was going stiff and not doing its job well anymore. “Aaah…! Damn it!”
Evidently hearing her resort to profanity for the first time was Aang’s limit, because she heard the door be torn off through a burst of wind, the thud it made as it slammed flat against a wall, and then Aang’s breath catching at the sight of her kneeling and panting, hiding in shame. Katara didn’t turn, but instead bent her head backwards, her gaze meeting his upside-down, with tears flowing the wrong way over her face. “… I can’t… I can’t…”
As it turned out, the poisoned girl’s instinct in this situation was not to pounce on her young friend, but to ball up and disguise her continuing actions. To her disappointment Aang failed to flee, instead inching nearer. “What are you doing?”
Once, when she’d had an infection treated, Katara had been given a stick to bite down on. It would help so much to bite on something now. She settled for her collar, though part of her mind she had no control over was demanding that she imagine it was some unfamiliar lover’s body she was biting. At least this way she couldn’t tell Aang to do anything she would regret him doing later.
But there was no stopping him from seeing, was there?
He took hesitant steps she could do nothing to halt until he was looking over her shoulder. Although her clothes covered her again he could clearly make out where her hands must be, and how they were moving.
“I don’t understand,” he mumbled.
Katara was barely able to make sense of it for a moment. *He doesn’t know what I’m doing. Nobody ever taught him about it.* So this wasn’t immediate and total disgrace. But she couldn’t stop biting into her collar, and doing so even harder when he placed his hand on her shoulder, making her tingle and quiver.
“I won’t leave you, though,” said Aang bravely, though she could tell from his uneven voice how afraid he was for her.
He was such a good kid.
Even with shut eyes, she couldn’t keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks, and her breathlessness grew when her friend put his arms around her in a sympathetic hug.
Good kid. Very warm. Surprisingly hard body.
Oh, it was too easy to imagine now. It might as well be real. Aang sliding her clothes off, wrenching her filthy hands away from herself and scolding her for doing what a man should be doing. And then having his way with her, naturally, maybe at least helping her rub down there. Was he hard even now? He must be; his cheek rested hotly against hers and he felt different in that area under his belly, though she didn’t reach out to check. The ideas were almost enough; her speeding heart and spinning head weren’t calming, but that wasn’t what she wanted. A few minutes of continued, terrified masturbation with Aang gulping on a dry mouth and holding her in his arms had her bent double again, biting her lip.
“I’m going to… I’m…”
It was the most painful orgasm she’d ever experienced, even worse than the earliest ones that had always left her throbbing. Aang seemed to have understood by now that she was experiencing indignity, but still dabbed water on her forehead to cool her and stroked her back. He whispered indistinct, kind things that she barely understood and that made her wish she could just recede into the darkness she saw when her eyes were closed.
“I’m not going to leave you. We can fix this, right? You’re going to be fine.”
It would have been nice if the experience had peaked and she’d gotten suddenly better, but Katara remained dazed and had to fight back the unwholesome thoughts she was still having. It was her fondest wish and deepest fear that when she opened her mouth she’d tell him to push her onto her back and fuck her.
Instead she said “We have to tell the others.”
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At some time Toph had heard a dirty joke (professional fighters were not known for their diplomacy) concerning how women always wanted to stay awake and talk after sex, but men just wanted to nap. In truth, she would love to be awake for snuggling and such, but everything she did with Sokka exhausted her and she would pass out almost immediately.
So did he, as far as she could tell, but he was a teenager and needed less time after for rest. And while Sokka was justly known for his love of snoozing, he wasn’t going to pass up a chance to explore some fancy-pants city in a volcano, so he’d left after their morning entertainments and now he was probably trying to get the locals to overfeed him, leaving her to sleep it off.
*I should go find him,* she thought to herself, though really she was still drowsy and felt a little lightheaded. Plus for some reason her chest hurt. Maybe Sokka had manhandled it a bit too hard. *I’d better not get real breasts or I’ll never get any peace.* She hopped to the ground, stretched her arms and immediately stamped her foot once on the floor, opening up the wall behind her so that she didn’t have to mess around with a bunch of hallways. There were too many stairs and the volcanic earth was a bad choice, but she could get used to the idea of living somewhere she could bend anything and everything. *Maybe I won’t find Sokka just yet. He probably doesn’t want to spend all of his time with me. That’s fine… as long as he’s not with some other girl. Like that trampy Kae. She’s creepy.*
Evidently she hadn’t gone up the same stairs as last time, because now she found herself on something like a balcony. Not a high one, but uniquely positioned; there were people walking underneath; she could feel them moving in both directions, carrying objects and rarely stopping except to enter and exit buildings. That was their main street. There was surprisingly little talk to be heard, but of course these people must be doing business. Toph rested her elbows on a railing and her chin on her fists. Despite feeling slightly sick, she appreciated that at least for now there wasn’t anything to worry about.
“Felt like finding fresh air?”
People seriously needed to stop sneaking up on her like that. She spun around and nearly bent a spur of rock into the source of the voice before realizing it was just Kae, the girl who was playing host to them. “Yeah. And some solitude.”
“I’m sorry,” Kae said, and at this point Toph realized that she could not actually feel where Kae was. “That’s why I come here, too. And since you’re wondering, I’m sitting on a few cushions. That and the nature of what you’re standing on are keeping you from finding me, I think.”
Toph didn’t like that. Not even a little. Had she been waiting here for this? Planning it? What was the deal?
“This is where I meditate,” Kae clarified, her habit of answering thoughts and not questions becoming ever more irritating. “I can leave if you want.”
“Yes. I mean, no,” Toph stammered. “I mean, it’s your house. I’ll leave.”
“Or, as another possibility, neither of us has to go anywhere.” Kae put forward with gentle amusement. “If I’ve made you dislike me, Toph, I’m truly sorry. It means I’ve been a bad host.”
The younger girl did her best to seem nonchalant, going so far as to lean against the balcony and adopt a disinterested tone of voice. “I don’t dislike you.”
“I know you’re trying to be polite by hiding it,” she said, “But it’s all right. You’re protective of your lover. I’m the same way. I’m…” at this point Kae could be heard putting her hands together and affecting just enough vulnerability that Toph actually began to think of her as a person rather than a spooky feature of a strange place. “… I’m not going to try stealing your man, Toph.”
There was no point in lying. It was uncomfortable to suddenly be held to the same standard of truthfulness her abilities forced on everyone else. Uncomfortably appropriate. “I appreciate you saying that.” Despite being prideful, self-confident and sometimes even mean, Toph was also wise, more or less. “I’m a jealous little girl, you know.”
“In matters of love, everyone is a jealous child.” Kae tapped her fingers together. “Like your friend Aang…”
“Oh, right.” Was this girl talk? Were they gossiping? Toph didn’t hate it. She’d like it better if they were talking about how to split boulders with their bare hands, but this was okay. “I’d make a joke about how Katara’s more blind than me, but it’s really too sad.”
“They probably just need a push. Have they been travelling together long? Do they care for each other much?”
“Longer than I’ve been with them. And they’ve saved each other’s lives, too. This one time Aang was pretty much gone and she used this, uh glowy spirit water to fix him. But they told you about that.”
“Yes.” Kae fidgeted on her cushion with practiced uneasiness. She had decided what to say well in advance, but it was important that it seem spontaneous. “I was just… well, I’m sure you’ve spoken about it, but didn’t she say she was thinking of using it to fix someone’s facial scars first?”
“Yeah.” Toph had never gotten into it, but if she’d been there she certainly would have berated Katara for that decision. Using a potentially life-saving resource for something cosmetic didn’t exactly sit well with her. Especially if it was for someone who’d then tried to kill them. “She was… probably tired of saving it, or something. Didn’t know when it would be useful.”
“Oh.” Sticking her arms into the sleeves of her robes and feeling glad that her smile went unseen, Kae made her move. “So she never offered to use the water to fix your blindness?”
It was some time before Toph actually understood the meaning of this; her confusion turned to surprise, but she was barely worried. “Oh, no, I don’t think that was possible. I was born this way.”
Kaw shrugged. “Many people are born with treatable conditions. Besides, your eyes look – have you been told? – as though they have some form of severe cataracts. Babies can be born with them, but my husband heals cataracts often, using plain water. It seems odd that a healer would never even think of examining them.”
Toph remained silent. The headache from before was worsening and her ears were pounding. No, no, Katara couldn’t have just ignored the possibility willingly. It must have just never occurred to her, or she’d thought it would be impossible. It might well be. But that they’d never even spoken about it… “It doesn’t matter. I don’t need to see.” She gripped the railing for stability, knuckles turning white.
“I know you don’t,” said Kae consolingly. “Although it would be very hard for me never being able to look at my beloved the way he looks at me.”
She recalled touching Sokka’s lips while he smiled. Not really seeing, not knowing him the way he knew her. The stone railing broke into powder in her hand; she strode back towards the stairs, eyes stinging. “I have to go.”
“Goodbye,” Kae said, and Toph was gone so fast she completely missed the tiny laugh that came after. An entire friendship destroyed, and it had only taken one lie. Well, two if you counted not stealing Sokka, but Kae wasn’t really going to *steal* him, just use him. And that was another part of the scheme entirely.
***
Despite growing up in a place where penguin-seals outnumbered people, Sokka was a fair hand at navigating an urban setting. After donning a hooded robe he didn’t even stand out from the crowd, and could walk around checking things out at his leisure.
The engineering was great, but that wasn’t what he was most interested in. This was an anthropological study. A population completely isolated from the outside world, not reliant on supplies or influence from anywhere. He’d always wondered what the model for a self-sufficient city was, and this was it. There was an unfortunate lack of meat to eat, and people were unpleasantly busy, but that was to be expected. Wherever he looked he couldn’t find any trace of dependence on outside imports. Which was odd, especially since they’d come here to investigate rumors of waterbenders out and about in the first place. If only he could get to the bottom of that without having to ask suspicious questions. That would be a real coup.
It was an easy matter to wind his way through back streets and alleys to eavesdrop. Normally he only caught snippets about laundry or what work one was expected to be doing. They barely mentioned the outsiders who were visiting, which at first made him think it must be something that happened once in a while, but with time seemed to be a topic they actively ignored. Either they were so used to being shut up inside this mountain that they never even thought about the bigger picture, or someone had *told*them not to speak of it. And that seemed unlikely. But still…
“Hi, there.”
A hand closed around the back of his neck. He’d never seen it coming, and the shirshu’s paralyzing poison had sedated him before he ever smelled it. If he’d had to guess, as he lost consciousness, from the bump under his heels he’d say that he was being dragged through a doorway. After that everything was darkness.
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TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 6
NEXT TIME: Toph is angry. Katara is scared. Sokka is hungry.
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(This fanfiction was not produced for profit, and without the permission of Viacom, its subsidiaries or other authorities of Avatar: The Last Airbender trademarks and indicia. Apologies to Messrs. DiMartino and Konietzko.)
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(Hey, that took a damn long time to update, eh? Aha, ahaha, haha… sorry. Anyway, I’d like to respond to some of people’s comments, though without singling them out, ‘cause of overlap and whatnot. You know who you are, if you’re still with me. Firstly, yes, I will be finishing this story. I know it’s horribly slow going, but it will get done because I care about it. You know how it is, inspiration has to hit, the stars have to be right. But now I’ve decided where I need to go and I think that’s good. Second – I have indeed made Zuko a submissive, I fully recognize it, but I don’t think it’s completely out of character or that it makes him, uh, less of a man. If you ask me, everything about him suggests it. Most of his character for the duration of the show is based on being ordered around by his father, sister and girlfriend and completely failing to make his own decisions. And third… I guess this story has to be an AU now, yeah. Or a divergent timeline or something. I’ll just be thinking of it as a story, same as it always was. Um, see you next time! There will be intercourse! [Gunwild@mail2world.com])
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