After reading crappy fanfiction for what seems like an eternity, I finally get to strike back through the joy that is MiSTing. What can you expect from a piece that has a mispelling in the title? "Peacefull"- MiSTed!
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A/N: Ok well I promised a One Shot Aang and Katara story so here it is.
It was a clam night.
MG: Those clam nights... That brings back memories...
The ocean washing against the cliffs below him.
MG: It was laundry day, you see.
The warm wind was brushing his face.
MG: (Wind) Dang it! I though boys HAVE facial hair!
Aang was meditating, tiring to clear his mind of the day's events.
MG: He was getting sleepy... very, very sleepy... Stupid self-meditation/hypnosis!
It has been a clam day surprisingly.
MG: First they found an oyster, then they found a scallop!
Prince Zuko had not found them on the remote island that they had stopped on. He thought about the past encounters he had had with Zuko.
MG: Aang sits around and thinks about Zuko? That's... disturbing.
Aang had put Katara and Sokka in so much danger, just by traveling with them.
MG: Yeah, travel by flying bison has a higher fatality rate than boat!
He wondered why they put up with him.
MG: Now, THERE'S a question to ponder.
Katara was his best friend, but he knew he wanted to be more than friends with her.
MG: (Aang) Must... resist... urge... to sing... Shania Twain songs...
But he was so concerned that if he told her their friend ship
MG: There's a ship for Aang and Katara just being friends? What's it call, Aantara?
would be gone for good. No matter how much he wanted to tell her
MG: That he ate the last jelly doughnut,
he vowed not to just because of what she would think.
MG: (Katara) How could you do such a thing, Aang? That doughnut was MINE!!!
He closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
MG: Don't let your mind wander. It's too small to be out on its' own. (And, yes, I did read that on a t-shirt.)
Katara woke with a cold sweat on her face.
MG: (Katara) That is the LAST time I run a marathon in my sleep!
She wiped it off with the sleeve of her Parka.
MG: Because we ALL wear our winter coats as pajamas!
She had, been having that dream for the last five nights.
MG: It must be true, then!
The same one where she saw
MG: Zhao doing the hula. That would put a cold sweat on my face.
her mother die right in front of her eyes.
MG: Six nights ago, she dreamed her mother died behind her eyes. That's why prepositions are important, children!
Every time it seemed that she
MG: Threw a party.
just stood there not helping just in shock.
MG: She couldn't believe she was finally gone!
Then Sokka would come and take her out of the tent
MG: Because they camp all the time in the South Pole.
and hide in the small hideout that Sokka used to play in. Sokka would then put all the blame of their mother's death on her.
MG: And then Sokka gave her a medal and joined the conga line.
She knew that it was just a dream and that Sokka never had ever blamed her for the death.
MG: That would be too much credit.
But, yet it seemed so real.
MG: Such a lovely dream...
She wiped the sleep from her eyes knowing that she would not be able to get back to sleep.
MG: Ahh, the curse of insomnia. I'm writing this at 4:28 AM.
She looked around the small tent they all shared.
MG: What is it with tents all the sudden?
She saw Sokka sleeping next to her, a small amount of spit flowing out of his mouth.
MG: So eloquent... it's like poetry.
She refrained herself from laughing.
MG: We've been trying to do that throughout this whole thing.
She then looked to Aang's sleeping bag to find it empty.
MG: Oh, no... The Apocalypse is here! Oh, wait, Avatar is Asian... dang it!
Her heart filled with
MG: Glee. First Mom and now Aang, she was on FIRE!
panic. She stepped out of the tent and spotted him sitting on a cliff near the ocean.
MG: Jump, Aang! At least you'll be out of this story!
She started to walk towards him thinking some thing must be up, Aang never has left the tent like this before.
MG: Then again, he had never left a suicide note pinned to the tent flap, either... Just what is he up to?
He heard foot steps coming closer
MG: and closer, and closer... Who's teaching this author, Edgar Alan Poe?
to him and then the sounds stopped.
MG: I rest my case.
He opened his eyes just a bit to see who it was.
MG: Peekaboo!
He saw the light blue robes and knew it was
MG: Arwen!
Katara;
MG: Eh, close enough.
she was on her back looking up at the stars.
MG: (Katara) I am the Evenstar of my people, the elves.
"There has to be more stars than we have numbers to count."
MG: Of course, you have to be able to count higher than four. *coughSokkacough*
Aang said lying on his back next to her.
MG: Amazing how Aang can move several feet without any mention at ALL.
She nodded lightly. "Avatar Rouko told me that only the bravest of all the Avatars get a star up there."
MG: (Roku) Simba, all the great lions of Pride Rock have a star...
"You'll be up there Aang, just wait." She replied.
MG: (Aang) I just can't wait to be King!
"Katara that's not true and you know it, look at all the pain and suffering I have caused just by not being here for the last hundred years." Aang said amazed that she had said he would get his own star.
MG: Run-on sentences... my English teacher would have a cow.
Katara stood up suddenly and
MG: Ran away. (Katara) You'll never take me alive, coppers!
continued the conversation. She rubbed her arm, looking down on the Avatar.
MG: (Katara) What did you punch me for?!
"That's what had been brothering you for the last few nights, isn't it?" She said in a low whisper.
MG: This dialogue is 'brothering' me.
"Yeah... do you want to go on a walk?" Aang questioned.
MG: Read previous comment.
Katara nodded her head. Aang stood up and walked off towards the forest. Katara walked next to him.
MG: The dialogue was good compared to that.
He had changed so much in the last month.
MG: He learned 'Hakuna Matata'.
His boyish grin was hardly ever seen, his eyes that used to have a sparkle in them were now just filled with knowledge.
MG: Curse the knowledge! Why can't we all be ignorant fools?
Katara looked at the ground wishing that the old Aang would come back.
MG: If you build it, they will come.
Despite herself she had grown a crush on him.
MG: Simba and Arwen... interesting.
"Katara what are your nightmares about?" Aang questioned suddenly.
MG: Boy, that was convenient.
Aang stopped walking and looked her strait in the eyes.
MG: They were swimming the Channel all the sudden.
She stopped walking and could not meet his gaze.
MG: He must have heard her cry of joy at her mother's demise.
"You don't have to tell me but they must be really bad. I've heard you cry out into the night when you sleep."
MG: They cry out when you score a touchdown, too, you know.
"They are pretty bad Aang. There are about my mom dieing right infront of me again and again."
MG: (Katara) she comes back to life, and then she dies again. And then it repeats.
She said her eyes brimming with tears.
MG: Of joy.
Aang pulled her into a tight embrace.
MG: Katara needs a huggle-wuggly-woo.
He was so surprised that she had not pulled away.
MG: Aang's all like, :-O.
He could feel the strained breathing of her as she cried.
MG: Yeah, Aang, you're choking her. Smooth.
It pained him to see her like this. After the tears seemed to stop, Aang lightly kissed her on the head.
MG: He had to stand on his tip-toes and jump, but he did it.
Aang pulled out of the embrace and blushed. He thought suddenly, crap I just kissed her on the head.
MG: (Aang) why didn't I kiss her on the lips? What kind of Kataang story is this?
Katara pulled away from the embrace.
MG: (Katara) boys have cooties!
Had Aang just kissed her on the head?
MG: Omigosh, a kiss on the head. What will he do next, hold her hand?
No he wouldn't do a thing like that he was just he friend.
MG: Commas are our friends, too.
She pushed the thought out of her mind. They started to walk down a small dirt path that took them into the forest.
MG: (Katara) Must... resist... urge... to break out... in country songs...
Aang had stopped by a patch of tall grass.
MG: Katara could only see him through the grass by the glint on his baldhead.
Katara looked at him, that grin she adored creped across his face.
MG: More like crapped across his face.
He picked up a stone and threw it into the grass. It startled her to see a large amount of fire flies jump out of the grass.
MG: 'Cause we all know fireflies hide in tall grass. They NEVER fly around.
Aang took her hand and lead her into the patch of grass. He let go of her hand and caught one. He opened his hand and the fire fly, flew out. He smiled as Katara did the same.
MG: I can't think of one mean thing to say. Oh, well. I'll make up for it.
They laughed as the fire fly light its light and flew away.
MG: That is so dang funny! Fireflies... flying!
He waked on, Katara knew that he was looping back to camp; she wished that they could stay longer.
MG: Walking around in the dark is fun!
"Katara can I tell you something?" Aang asked.
MG: (Katara) NOOO!! You may NOT tell me something!
"Sure, Aang anything you want to tell me, I'm here."
MG: For *now*.
Aang was ready to smack himself.
MG: That's *Katara's* job.
He broke his vow he was so close now there was no way out. "Katara... I think I'm in love with some one."
MG: (Katara) I *wonder* who it could be.
"That's great Aang. Who is it?"
MG: (Aang) I had it, but I lost it. I'll remember eventually.
Katara looked into his eyes. Her eyes were so full of
MG: Derision.
hope. He could just see the expression on her face if he told her. That expression would be one of disgust and then their friendship would be gone for good.
MG: Man, I called that, didn't I?
"Well, Katara I think that I love you." Aang said with all the confidence he could muster.
MG: Aang-logic. If it will turn your friends away, tell 'em.
When she did not answer right away, Aang's gaze dropped to the ground.
MG: (Aang) I could always change my mind and love the ground instead.
"I'm sorry Katara, if that offended you. I can't believe I just said that and I hope we can still be friends."
MG: (Aang) I'm leaving you for the ground.
Katara's heart leap he loved her.
MG (with teacher-ish spectacles): Note the sudden change of tense. This is a classic component of BAD fanfiction.
He actually loved her. His last statement shocked her.
MG: Really, we couldn't tell.
She looked up into his eyes and he could not hold her gaze.
MG: He was too busy looking longingly at the ground.
His eyes dropped and Katara after standing there for the longest time said "Aang I love you too."
MG: The mush... it haunts me.
Aang's eyes light up and the sparkle returned and the grin spread across his face. "But, Katara if anyone finds out it would be disaster. Like if the fire nation found out they would..."
MG: Say, "Aang and Katara, sittin' in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G." I couldn't bear it!
Aang shut up as a soft pair of lips found his.
MG: The lip-metal detector WORKS!!
Katara pulled away from the kiss and said "We won't let anyone find out."
MG: This is how Anakin and Padme started out, you know.
Aang nodded and took her hand and led her back to the tent. "Night, Katara."
MG: Aang-bobble head. Marketing opportunity right there!
Aang said as he kissed her again as they entered the tent. "I love you Aang."
MG: So does Barney.
Katara said as she slipped back into her sleeping bag. "Aang..." Katara started.
MG: Too late, Aang's already asleep.
Aang looked up and Katara was moving her sleeping bag over. Aang walked over to her and lay down next to her.
MG: SLUMBER PARTY!!
"Don't let me go Aang." Katara said and Aang put his hand around her waist. "I won't."
MG: Mush... overload... Slowly... dying...
And with that the two lovers sleep side by side. Aang thinking of what a peaceful day this has been.
MG: It's so cute I could gag.
A/N: Well there it plz review if u liked it. See You Later! SIRI WILL () ()
MG: And I just did at that author's note.
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You see, this is why I don't ship Kataang. I understand why some of you do, and that this doesn't represent your kind, but both major ships spawn bad fanfiction.
Redeeming features:
It allowed Aang and Katara to keep a childlike quality. They did NOT end up making out like teenagers, which I appreciated. Also, it was sort of cute. Once I cut through the corniness of catching butterflies and kissing each other on the head, I did say 'aww'. And I'm not the romantic type.
RAP SHEET:
~ Bad grammar
~ Misspellings with hilarious results
~ Bad dialogue
~ Everything was so dang CONVIENT!!
~ Corniess!
~ And it didn't even mention the word "peaceful!" It did say "clam", I suppose that counts for something.
Credits
"Peacefull" by Siri Will
MiSTed by Mutant Goldfish
MiSTing concept by Best Brains Inc.
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It had been a clam day suprisingly.
