The Avatar's Guardian: The Lost Story (Avatar the Last Airbender fanfic)

Chapter Fourteen

Satomi's P.O.V.
Sokka charges me again while Aang speaks of his adventure in detail. I listen carefully asking questions here and there while reprimanding Sokka on a few of his sloppier moves and exploiting them brilliantly. I manage to knock Sokka flat on his back as Aang begins explaining the attack. Sokka pulls himself to his feet rubbing his sore shoulder that has taken the brunt of most of his falls. Aang then goes on about Sokka and Teo's father sacrificing the airship to save the Northern Air Temple. I nod to show I am paying attention to Aang while sparring with Sokka.

"So was the airship completely destroyed?" I inquire curious on its condition. If it was not the fire nation will no doubt be looking for it. They need all the allies and advantages they can get as well. I feel that this fight between Aang and the Fire Lord will turn into a full scale war before everything is said and done.

"I don't know actually," Aang begins as I catch Sokka's fist on my shoulder. "I didn't bother to look. I was more concerned with getting Teo's father and Sokka to safety," he explains while I dip and twirl under Sokka's trapped arm. I use the position to throw the larger male over my shoulder. He lands on his back with an ompf.

"Understandable," I reply my breathing even. I have not even broken out in a sweat yet. I offer my hand to Sokka. He is getting better, but he still has much to learn.

"How'd you do that?" Sokka asks wrapping his hand around my own firmly. Too firmly. He pulls me to the ground. He proceeds to roll on top of me as I twist in the air to land on my back. I use his momentum to roll us both over so I am on top. I lunge down with my arm and press it against Sokka's neck while securing his shoulders with my knees. Aang's story ends, and I nod once again as the information sinks in.

"Finally, I was waiting for you to finally perform a move," I say pulling myself off Sokka. "And you seemed to have quite the adventure without me," I add speaking to Aang. I stand up, and offer him my hand again. I pull him on to his feet, prepared if he tries to pull me down again. He clasps my hand as if I was a fellow man, and it sends a spark of pride through me. He respects me. "I can begin to teach you some moves now," I tell Sokka. He beams ecstatic.

"When do we start?" he asks jumping around like a little kid. His excitement makes a smile crack on to my lips.

"Tomorrow or after dinner depending how training with the other two goes," I inform him. He looks down disappointed. "Alright, later tonight for sure, and I'll let you sleep in tomorrow. Your training will run late though," I say. He cheers. "Now go make lunch," I smile. He salutes me before scurrying away to prepare a meal. I sit down on the saddle by Aang one foot resting on the saddle's grooves that we tie our things down to while the other hangs free barely skimming the saddle's surface.

"We're still on for that sparring match after lunch right?" Aang asks. I nod.

"Yep," I reply popping the "p". "Why wouldn't we be?" I ask swinging my head around to face him. He shrugs.

"Just making sure," he says. His eyes are locked on to Appa's saddle. I begin to inquire him about this when Sokka annonces that food is ready. My jaw clenches. We all gather around Sokka, and he passes out our portions of food. I eat in silence and nod along to the conversation, my thoughts consumed with Aang's odd behavior. No one seems to pick up on my silence because Aang is probably the only one who could point this out. His thoughts are just as preoccupied as mine. I shift slightly uncomfortable with the thought of his mind being ensnared by something. When he begins to think about something and comes to a decision or a conclusion, it is nearly impossible to change or waver his opinion. Lunch concludes, and Aang and I stand. Katara and Sokka move to Appa's head, so they do not get caught in the crossfire. I take my cloak off and wrap it around a bag knowing that Aang will use it to his advantage. I stand with my body turned slightly to the side giving Aang no implication on what my first move will be. Aang stands facing me straight on giving a false implication on what his move will be. The edge of my lips twitch. He will strike low and quick.