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Beef Noodles?
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Messing with the Clouds



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December 14, 2013

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Chapter Four: Beef noodles?

Aang dashed back to his apartment, and slammed the door shut. He leaned against the door, breathing heavily. He gradually crept towards the window, and looked out. He could see Katara walking back to her apartment...

Aang never felt more relieved in his life. He inhaled and walked back to his desk, shaking off the tension in his muscles, becoming significantly more relaxed. He sat down at his desk again, and the staring match continued.

Who could possibly help me? Only a guy can help me, but who? His brain was doing a mental scan of who he could approach for help. Of course, Sokka. How could he propose to Suki without a betrothal necklace?

The next day Aang decided to pay Sokka a visit. When he reached the door of his house, there were... some... inappropriate sounds that could not be afforded to reach the ears of innocent Aang.

The groaning of Sokka... Exclamations of some sort. Aang covered his ears and prayed to all the past Avatars that his eyes would stay pure, and that the image he was about to see, would not become a bad memory he would have to scar him for the rest of his life.

He knocked the door.

"Urgh. Coming." Sokka seemed annoyed, a bit too annoyed.

Aang squeezed his eyes shut. As hard as he could. The sound of the creaking door forced Aang to open his right eye the tiniest bit.

He was greeted with blue, Water Tribe blue. He now opened his eyes and saw, Sokka tugging at his warrior wolf tail. Thankfully, he was fully dressed. Aang secretly thanked the universe and heaved a sigh of relief.

"Aang, a little help here." Sokka's hand was caught in his band, and he tried yanking at it forcefully.

"Woah woah there Sokka."

Soon the duo was in the apartment. Aang was tugging at the band with all his might, he put his sole against the back of the chair Sokka was sitting on. And he pulled. And pulled.

"YEOW! AANG. Not that HARD!"

Aang was thrown backwards and landed a heap on the floor. "OUCH!" The band now hanging loosely on his finger. He rubbed his head and winced slightly, but laughed ridiculously hard when he saw the mess Sokka's hair was in.

Sokka shook his fingers in pain and observed that they had turned red.

"It's not funny at all Aang," Aang continued his incessant laughing. "Stop now or I will forbid you from marrying my sister!"

Aang immediately stopped. Sokka smirked and took the band from Aang's fingers. He immediately started working on his hair.

"Sokka, I need to ask you something!"

"What is it Aang?"

"Erm, I was wondering if you could tell me how you made the betrothal necklace for Suki."

"Easy. There's a very renowned craftsman here in Ba Sing Se's Middle Ring, you had no idea at all?"

Aang shook his head.

"Well I'll tell you, if you give me a treat. There's an exquisite beef noodle shop somewhere in the Middle Ring, and boy have I been waiting to eat it."

"Fine, whatever."

"Is that the way to treat your future brother-in-law?"

"Okay, okay Sifu Boomerang. You do know the best things in Ba Sing Se don't you?"

"I guess you can say that."

Soon he was slurping his noodles, the soup was splattering all over Aang's face.

Aang shuddered, waterbending the soup away from his face.

Aang leaned forward, serious this time. "Sokka, Where. Is. That. Craftsman?"

"What did you say?" Sokka murmured with a mouth full of noodles.

"I said. Where is that craftsman?!"

"Just down the street, there will be a moon flower pot at the door, you can't miss it!"


Aang zoomed out of the restaurant, the sound of Sokka slurping his noodles still repeating in his head. He strode down the street, enjoying the sounds of the bustling city.

It was hard to ignore the giggles of young women, the envy of many men, more well-built and handsomer than himself. It was difficult to walk on the street normally without anyone reacting to the Avatar's presence.

He glanced from shop to shop, in search of the moon flower hanging in a pot. And there he saw it, it was secluded, almost hidden if not for the sharp eye and the determination of the young Avatar. It was blooming beautifully in the partial shade.

Aang stepped into the shop, the bell above the door ringing, announcing of his presence. "Hello?" The shop was dingy and dark, only a dim light was on.

"I'm sorry! We're closed!" A voice was heard from the back of the shop.

"Spare me a moment, please!"

"Who is it?" An old man was seen, walking from the back of the shop, wiping his hands on the apron tied around his waist, his hair was tied into a braid.

"Avatar Aang?" The man awed. As if he had seen some sacred god of some sort.

"Yes, Sir. I need a favor from you."

"Anything for the Avatar, I'm Yung. What can I do for you?"

"I heard you were a very good craftsman."

"You flatter me."

"One of my friends had approached you before to make a betrothal necklace. He's from the Water Tribe."

"Ahh. Sokka. He was a good student, he used his own, well, unique way of learning, but he eventually got it in the end."

"Yes and I need your help, I'm planning to make a betrothal necklace for my girlfriend, I have already made the design, but I have no idea how to do it."

"Then you have come to the right place. I am more than willing to help you. Bring your design and stone here tomorrow afternoon, and I will guide you along."

"Thank you, Sifu Yung."

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