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Hakoda's WeddingHakoda paced outside his tent waiting for his soon to be wife. The day had finally come when they would share that bond as husband and wife, the bond he had shared with only one other person; Kya. Her memory still remained strong in his heart, yet a new memory would be made today with Kita.
You arent nervous, are you Hakoda? Bato chuckled seeing the expression on Hakodas face, the same one he had many years ago.
No. Of course not. Hakoda smiled, trying to mask his nerves. Why would you ask something like that?
Because I know you, and I know how you were when you married Kya. Not to mention, youre even crazier with Kita than you were with Kya. Bato smirked. Not that she seems to mind too much.
Hakoda opened his mouth to say something, but found it better if he didnt. Besides, Kita stood not too far from him, ready to begin her life with him. He held his breathe as she began her walk in a pale blue gown,
MudThe Fire Lord glared at the Water Tribe Warrior. Both had anger in their eyes, thirsting for the blood of the other. Only one would walk away. They circled each other as if in a dance, never releasing their glare from the other.
In the background, thunder roared, signaling the sign of a storm fast approaching. They knew they needed to finish the fight before the storm approached. The air cooled slightly and the breeze swept thru their hair.
Hakoda narrowed his eyes at Ozai, knowing the Fire Lord wasnt as skilled in the rain. Maybe, just maybe, if the storm came while they were fighting, Ozai would be weakened just enough to be taken down. It was worth a shot.
Hakoda paced himself, as if waiting for something. Ozai knew what it was and he wasnt about to let the peasant win that easily. The Fire Lord drew his stance and aimed right at the Warrior. Hakoda smirked as he dodged the lightning with ease.
For a Fire Lord, youre pretty bad at this. He chuckled.
Nine TimesI saw him nine times.
The first time we were both sitting in the room together, getting ready to take the math test that would determine our placement. I was scatterbrained and throwing things around, trying to find the pencils that I had known I would need but had still just tossed in my purse. He was lounging backwards in his chair, looking for all the world as though he didn’t have a single care in the world, including the upcoming test. It annoyed me, that I was frantic and ready to scream, while someone else could be that relaxed.
I tested out of the class.
I don’t know if he did.
The second time I saw him, it was a few months after I arrived on campus. He was the one rushing and frantic this time, running across the square. He was probably late for class, though I had no way of knowing for sure. I was already lost in my own thoughts and ideas, deciding on my major and convincing people that yes, this is what I really want to do with my life. If they weren
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