2Category: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Rated: K
Pre-Series fic, but only by three months.
No spoilers, Sokka-centric with Katara sides.
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Hi! Well, my muse came back, but not in the acceptable way I believe. She brings a brand new story, one where chapters will probably be very short, thereby irratating the readers, so I apologize in advance. However, I really haven't come by many good Sokka-centric stories here on so I decided to provide myself with one. My writing style has changed a bit since I've been in Advanced Placement Language Arts (basically a college Language Arts in a high school), but my spelling hasn't. Since I don't want to go to my brother's computer to spell check this, live with it for now guys. I think it's done phonetically enough so you can tell what it is. All will be fixed as soon as my time allows.
No telling how often this will be updated, if I'll finish it all in one sitting, or if it'll take a year. Either way, be patient. Most of this is done out of desperation for fanfiction, so don't be too critical either. Please sit back and enjoy!
Sokka yawned lazily as he shimmied out of his sleeping bag and into the cold snow. Rubbing his eyes, he grabbed his boomarang, smiling at his reflection in the morning dew. It was a lonesome smile, melonchaly and small, but the last of his remaining hope. His father had left for the war almost a year and a half ago without him. He was the last man in the Southern Water Tribe and he had to protect it. He was a warrior after all. He was his village's hope.
He shook off sleep with a slight nod as he exited the igloo. A deep purple and red hue bathed the ice in the warmth of the sun, bringing the temperature up a degree or two just by showing its face. Lazily Sokka walked to the edge of the village to grab a fishing boat. Hopefully there would be more fish this morning than there have been previously. For the sake of the village anyways.
Jumping in the boat, Sokka paddled off quietly in the water, absorbing the lucious gurggling sound that was produced. It was such a peaceful sound, and on mornings like these, it engulfed the whole world in serenity. Slowly he stopped, spotting some big fish, and carefully waited. With a swift plunk, he stabbed two fish and put them in the pail beside him. Two more like that should do it, he silently praised himself. And two more like it were soon captured.
By the time Sokka reached the village again, he felt a loss of energy from previous days. Not a huge one, but sleep wasn't leaving his body as fast as usual. He noticed Katara and Gran-Gran had the fire all set up and ready for breakfast. Docking, a few children grabbed the pail beside him before Sokka could object. A smile graced his face again, this time of pride. They were growing up so fast, learning so quickly. All of their fathers would be so proud. Not to mention his father...
Sokka's smile was taken over by a grimace of pain. But he couldn't dwell on such things, he was the man of the village now, and must act as such. Silently he put his tools away in his igloo and sat down in front of the warm cooking fire where the fish already were frying. He closed his eyes. The smell of cooked fish... that must be the best smell in the world. It sure calmed his nerves quite a bit from his previous private thoughts. His lids slid open lathargecally when he sensed someone intently staring at him.
"Sokka, here's your food already! I told you, pay more attention! Honestly, how hard is it to catch a fish? It's so much harder cooking it!" Katara spat, shoving the cooked fish into his face. Sokka took it, more a reflex than a bodily command, and sat speechless. A second or so later, his witty remark came, way off schedule.
"No no no I don't think so! Do you know how slippery those things are? They dart around and around and... they are very... smart!" He finished, lamely. Flushed, he stuffed the food into his mouth, took his plate and washed it within a second so Katara wouldn't complain again, tossed it into the clean pile, and stormed to his watch tower without another word. Katara had been in such a bad mood lately, and it seemed between the two siblings, their stress collided. She practiced her water bending in vain daily, and with their stock of medicine and stored food dwindling as the winter arrived, nothing was good enough for her. Not for the moment anyways. None the less, he had to keep watch. He'd take it out on some poor helpless creature at lunch.
Katara blinked, her frustration evaporated completely. Of course Sokka said stupid remarks sometimes, few ever justly placed, but he never didn't enjoy a meal. He usually savored it, like some trophy won for the best fish ever caught, and waited for praise from the village. Normally he would also shrug off the quarrel between them, after he had his say of course, and give a goofy smile. She knew she was in a bad mood but... she didn't think she was being that harsh. Her face turned to Gran-Gran who, in her old age had learned to tune out those silly fights, was cutting up a fish for a small boy. Heaving a large sigh, she took her place beside her grandmother, and ate her fish. She'd investigate later, after her chores were done.