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Chapter2: White

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It was the last day of Aang and Katara's vacation week. It had been a fun week. They had been so care free and have had so much fun, no one would have believed that these two teenagers were the war heroes. It was snowing in the South Pole, and Katara was standing by the window of hers and Aang's home, watching the little white flakes fall gently to the crystal white snow below. She was thinking about a certain Airbender that was forced to grow up faster than any thirteen year should have. He went from being a boy to a man in his short life. But he still maintained that child's heart, having fun when the opportunity shows. When things are serious, there's this whole other side to him; serious, but kind and caring and wise.

That said Airbender was packing things on Appa. Aang was thinking about a certain blue eyed Water Tribe beauty. As he packed their few belongings in the saddle, he thought about what they had been through: him waking up from his ice prison, opening his eyes for the first time in a hundred years to see her beautiful face looking at him; being chased by the Fire Nation; getting stuck fighting in the Crystal Catacombs; her bringing him back to life; hiding in plain sight; fighting the Fire Nation and winning during Sozin's Comet.

He really meant what he said to her: everything would have been destroyed if she hadn't freed him and help win the war. The world would be nothing but a flaming wreck. She was one of the most powerful people on the planet, but it wasn't just her Waterbending that made her strong; it was her caring nature and fierce protective instincts that made her who she was. Since her mother died, he knew Katara grew up faster than anyone he had ever known. She was his everything, even though back then he wasn't sure what he looking for or that he was aware of searching for it. Katara was his reason for living now. Sure the world needed him, but it was Katara he lives for. He wouldn't know what to do if she wasn't around.

Not wanting to be gone longer than necessary, Aang made his way to his beloved Waterbender. He entered the house and immediately saw her. She was by the window watching the white flakes cover the ground. He went over to her and wrapped his arms around her feom behind. She didn't even jump, but instantly relaxed into his arms. They watched the crystal snow fall in silence.

Then Aang asked softly, "What are you thinking about?"

Katara shrugged, her hands resting lightly on his. "I was thinking about our adventures; everything we went through. There was so much at stake, the Fire Nation thought we would fail. But we didn't; we got through it. The world is at peace." She turned her head to look into his gray shining eyes. "It was thanks to you. I know you keep saying that it was because of me; but if you hadn't stopped Ozai from burning the Earth Kingdom, everything would have been destroyed. You are a hero, Aang, no matter how many times you say you aren't."

Aang looked at her for a few moments; then looked out to the snow with a thoughtful expression. He stayed quiet for a minute before he said, "Have you ever wondered how the snow is like us?"

Katara was confused. She had no idea where this was going. "Uh, no. I haven't," she replied.

Aang smiled. "Look outside, Katara. What do you see?"

Katara, still confused, looked out. There was different shades of blue and white mixing with gray. Even though it was very beautiful, Katara didn't know what Aang was getting at. She looked at him and said, "I see snow. White snow glittering like jewels in the sun. But what does it have to do with us?"

Aang looked outside to the falling snow again. "Well, to the point, the snow looks the same from a distance: white fluffly flakes, blurred together in movement. But up close, each one has their own uniqueness, their own identity." Using his hand, Aang brought a few flakes toward his hand. Using his Waterbending to keep them from melting, he showed Katara three small but pretty snowflakes. She examined them. Each one had a different pattern to them, and suddenly she understood what Aang was talking about. The realization must have shown on Katara's face because Aang smiled again and said, "I see you understand. The snowflakes might look the same, but they are actually different from one another in some way. Just like us. The people of the world might be different because of where they come from, but in the end, we are one people."

Katara thought about that; then slowly nodded. "You're right, Aang. We're different, but at the same time, we're the same. My Gran Gran once told me that, after you got taken away from us and me and Sokka were going to come after you, our destinies were intertwined with yours." She shrugged and smiled. "I guess she was right. Look at where we are now. The war is over, the Nations are getting along, people are finding peace. I never thought I would find the one with a huge responsibility on his shoulders. And I definitely didn't think I would fall in love with that person." She meant it, every word.

Aang looked a bit shocked at first and he blinked. But looking into her cerulean eyes, he could tell she was telling the truth. They had said they loved each other before, but this was different. He had known he was in love with her; but he never thought he would hear her say she was in love with him. Again he wondered what he did to get this angel. She was just too perfect. Anyone who said differently were too stupid to see how wonderful she was.

Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close, he said, "What did I do to deserve you?"

Katara wrapped her arms around Aang's neck and chuckled. "I could be asking the same thing. You're amazing; the perfect boyfriend."

Aang chuckled. "I'm not perfect. I still act like a goof half the time. Some people see me as immature, despite my status as the Avatar."

"But it's like you said before: it's better to have fun every once in a while instead of being a boring old man." They both laughed at that. It was true; sometimes the men from Council would be so stiff necked you'd think they were waiting to be bombed.

Then Aang said, "You're such a copycat." But then he brought her closer and murmured, "But that's one of the reasons I love you so much."

Katara laughed. "That was so cheesy, Aang." Then she brought her lips close to his and whispered, "But I wouldn't change you in any way."

Aang smiled and, unable to resist anymore, closed the distance between them and kissed her. She deepened it and the two of them stayed like that, feeling the white snow touch them lightly like a caress.
This was supposed to be day two for Kataang Week. Theme: White. I decided to make this as a kind of story. Let me know how I did!

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Yay lovely Kataang! :love: no words can describe home much i love this!!!! :heart: