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Book Four: Air - Ch 4, Pt 2

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Suki dipped a cloth into cool water, wringing it out before returning it to Sokka's face.  She dabbed at the sweat beading on his forehead and he watched her with blue irises that seemed too bright against the flush in his skin and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes.

"And then what happened?"  He asked, and she could hear the buildup in the back of his throat.  He swallowed and the lines around his eyes tightened.  Between the painful looking inflammation and his rising fever, she was surprised he could even pay attention to her story, but he was hanging on her every word.

"Well, after that we decided taunting the Unagi didn't really fit into the training regimen."

He laughed once before breaking into a coughing fit and Suki dropped the cloth and grabbed a water pouch.  She held it to his lips and he sputtered, spilling half a mouthful of water down his chin and growling a wordless complaint at his helplessness.

"It's okay," she told him and slid her hand under the back of his neck.  "Let's try sitting up."

He was too busy coughing to reply, but she could see the surprise in his eyes and the quirk of his eyebrows.  He'd been begging to sit up for hours and she'd denied him every time.  She helped him lift his head and shoulders and slid into place behind him.  He had no strength to support himself and she let him rest against her chest as the rumbling cough ran its course.

She took his pillow and held it against his cracked ribs, cushioning them.  "You're okay.  Just breathe, Sokka.  Try and take deeper breaths."

He did as he was told and a few minutes later the coughing gave way to throaty chuckles.  

"Good story, Suki... When'd you get so funny?"

"Maybe you're rubbing off on me," she teased, and pressed her cheek against the top of his head.  

"I think... I'd rub off... on anybuddy right now," he joked and lifted his bandaged hand to his chest.  He wiped aside a layer of sweat and showed it to her.  Spent, he let his hand fall back into his lap.

"You should try and get some sleep."

"Can't."  He shook his head and she glanced at his elevated and heavily bandaged leg.  She'd done everything she could for him, but it was one of the worst breaks she'd ever seen.  He'd been gripping the top of his leg with his unbroken fingers and no matter how many stories she told, Suki knew she couldn't really distract him from the pain.

"If I use Ty Lee's technique again," she began, "do you think you could try?"

He tilted his head to try and look at her.  "Izzit okay?"

"I don't know if it's okay or not, but you need rest to heal."  She slid out from behind him and helped him settle back against the pillows.  He nodded his agreement and she placed one hand on his upper leg to hold it steady before jabbing her knuckles into the pressure point on the inside of his thigh.  

His relief was immediate and he exhaled a breath, closing his eyes in contentment.  Figuring he'd fallen right to sleep, Suki took the cloth and continued wiping sweat from his neck and chest, taking extra care not to disturb him.

He cracked his eyes open and put his bandaged hand on hers.  Smiling, she took it, thinking he was just thanking her.  He drew her hand up to his chest and across to his right shoulder and stopped, prodding himself once with her fingers.

"Sokka, what?"

"More please," he drawled and gave her a sleepy, lopsided grin.

She couldn't help but laugh as she drove her knuckles into the nerve cluster above his arm.  He let out another happy sigh and she put her hand on her hip.  "Anything else I can do for you?"

She was teasing but he held up his broken fingered hand and smirked.  "Wrist down would be good.  Thanks."

"I dunno."  She took his arm and inspected his elbow.  "You've got some pretty painful looking bruises here.  They might keep you up."  

She poked one and he winced.  

"You're right.  Better do the whole arm."

She rolled her eyes in good-natured humor and jabbed the inside of his bicep.  He smiled and gave her a thoughtful look as she tucked his limp arms to the side and pulled the light blanket up to his chest.   

"You know," he said, and she had no idea what he was thinking.

"What?" she prompted and received a goofy grin.  

"Next time you should just numb me from the neck down."  

She gave him a wry smile and flicked his forehead.  "Maybe next time I'll just knock you out."

"I wouldn't stop you."  

"You couldn't stop me," she corrected, and they both laughed.  His laughter softened as his eyelids drooped and Suki wiped his face with the cloth.  "Sleep, Sokka."

He let his eyes drift close, looking peaceful, and Suki continued her ministrations.

"Hey..."  He didn't open his eyes, but his brow knit in concern.  "You should get some sleep too."

"I will," she lied.  "Just rest."

He relaxed and soon his soft snores filled the air, keeping her company as she worked on his fever.  She fell into a rhythm of wiping, dabbing, and dipping the cloth in the cool water before starting the process again.

She lost all track of time and didn't realize she'd given in to her own exhaustion until a burning hand on her shoulder shook her awake.  Night had fallen, and Suki could barely make out Sokka's shape in the dark of the tent.  

"Suki, do you hear that?" he whispered and her first thought was that he was delirious from his fever and imagining things.

She waited in silence but there was nothing.  "Sokka..."

"Listen!"

Suki listened, feeling a sense of growing unease.  It took her a moment to realize what was wrong.  "It's too quiet."  The usual nighttime sounds were conspicuous in their absence.

"We're in trouble," Sokka said and struggled to sit.  He groaned and grabbed his ribs, giving up the attempt.  "Quiet is bad," he gritted out between his teeth.  "The animals are afraid of something."

"You think it's that monster?" Suki whispered, not liking the sound of fear in her own voice.

The ostrich horses whinnied and a twig snapped right outside their tent.  Before Suki knew what was happening, Sokka lunged from his sleeping bag with more strength than she thought he had left, pushing her back as something dark whipped through the air above them.  The support beams of the tent snapped as it was torn away.

On her back, with Sokka's warm weight on top of her, Suki caught a glint of moonlight off black and grey scales.  A dark shape rushed down toward them and Suki grabbed Sokka and rolled.  He grunted as she passed over him but there was no time to worry about his injuries.

The monster's tail whipped through the air a third time and Suki kept rolling.  She built her momentum as she passed over Sokka and twisted onto her feet, half-pulling him up behind her.

"We've got to run!"  

A pained grunt was all Sokka could manage in reply and though he was trying to help, Suki knew she was asking the impossible.

The monster attacked again, its thick tail slicing through the air with lethal intent and Suki threw herself and Sokka forward toward the tree line, tucking into a roll.  Sokka managed to roll with her into the underbrush, but when his splinted leg hit the ground he let out a strangled cry and curled in on himself, grabbing the top of his knee.

Without hesitation, Suki found a pressure point on his hip and blocked his pain.  He blinked away a few unshed tears, set his jaw, and held out his hand for her.  She hauled him up, slinging his left arm over her shoulders.  

They made it two steps before something popped in his chest.  He yelped and his good leg buckled, almost throwing Suki off balance.

She glanced back and saw the monster shatter a tree with its tail, putting an obstacle between it and them.  The ostrich horses were on the outskirts of their camp and Suki calculated her odds of being able to reach them.  They'd never be able to escape on foot.

She dragged Sokka over to another tree and slid his arm from around her shoulders, propping him up against the base of it.  She could see the unspoken question in his face but he was in too much pain to argue.

"Stay here!"

"I'm not going anywhere," he wheezed, and before he could say anything else, she ran back toward the beast.

                                                           ------

Sokka watched her go, feeling helplessness and adrenaline cutting through the fog of pain, confusion, and fear.  In the back of his mind he knew he should have been coming up with some sort of plan, but the harder he tried, the blanker his thoughts became.

"C'mon brain... work with me!"

A familiar squawk distracted him and he lolled his head back, staring up into the tree.  

"Hey Hawky, shush.  I'm trying to think here."

Hawky cocked his head and Sokka noticed something familiar in the bird's talons.  He tilted his own head to the side to get a better look at it.

"Hey Boomerang."  It took a moment for his pain muddled brain to process things.  "Boomerang...!?"

Somewhere in the haze, Sokka felt the beginnings of a plan forming, but he wasn't sure what he was thinking until Hawky released the weapon with an urgent cry.  

Boomerang dropped to the ground and landed, blade first, right between Sokka's legs.  He stared at it and then looked up toward where Suki was crouched.  The monster was ripping the forest apart and Suki did what she could to confuse it, tossing sticks and rocks and darting between the trees.

She was working her way around to the ostrich horses and Sokka realized what she was thinking, but it wouldn't work.  She'd need another distraction if she was going to make it.

"It's up to you and me, buddy," Sokka said and wrapped his right hand around the familiar curved projectile.  His arm was stiff and sore, and blood showed through the white of his bandages but it was his best option.  He needed control that his three splinted fingers couldn't give.

Pain lanced up his arm as he lifted his weapon but he gritted his teeth and focused on his target, lining up the shot and calculating the best angle.  Pulling back, he spared a final warning glance at his trusty boomerang.  "Don't miss."  Mustering his strength, he let the curved blade fly.

Sokka expected to pay for his efforts but the pain doubled him over.  Fighting tears, he clutched his arm to his chest and tried to keep an eye on Boomerang as it spun through the air.

In the dark it was hard to tell where the weapon struck, but Sokka's keen ears caught the familiar sound of slicing impact and the beast howled.  Suki made a break for the terrified ostrich horses but it wasn't necessary.  The monster twisted its serpentine body and darted off in the opposite direction.

Sokka had just enough time to register the amazing stroke of luck before another familiar sound killed his excitement.  He glanced down at his wounded limbs and there was no doubt in his mind that they weren't up to the task of catching the returning projectile.

"Awww, Boomerang."  He winced in anticipation and held up his left hand, more to ward off the bladed weapon than to try and catch it.  

Pain flared as the weapon cracked his splints and slipped past his broken fingers.  A bright light exploded in front of his eyes and Sokka knew no more.

                                                           ------

"Didn't expect to see you back so soon.  And with a most wanted bounty, no less."

"What can I say, I work fast."

"I'm not complaining."  The Fire Navy Commander leered at Jun in a way that made Aang uncomfortable.    He cleared his throat to remind him that they weren't alone.  

"Who's the midget?"  

"An associate of mine.  He helped me on this one, so I'm splitting the reward.  He's just here for his share."

Aang did his best to look intimidating.  He was back in his bandana and sailor's coat with a pair of Jun's black riding pants and a fake goatee made from Nyla's fur.  The officer took one look at him and snorted.

"We'll take the pirate off your hands." He waved forward a pair of guards.  "You and your associate can head to the treasury to receive your payment."

"I'd rather stay with the prisoner until he's secured behind bars.  He's a slippery one, and that's a lot of money I'd hate for you and your boys to owe me, commander."

The man pulled at his sideburns and smirked.  "Very well."  He signaled and the two guards dragged Ganto off Nyla's back, dropping him to his feet.  The pirate's knees buckled and the men had to keep him up.

"The toxins from my Shirshu should be wearing off in a little while," Jun said.  "We'll want him locked up tight before that happens."

The guards shrugged at each other and dragged Ganto forward while Jun, Aang, and the commander followed.

It felt strange infiltrating a Fire Navy base now that the Fire Lord was one of his best friends, but Aang kept his feelings to himself.  He watched for suspicious activity as their escorts lead them through the inner courtyard toward an impressive tiered metal building.  Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but Aang wasn't sure what really passed for ordinary in the New Fire Navy.

"So," Aang said gruffly, trying to mask his youthfulness, "A lot of changes in the Fire Nation these days, hey?"

"The more things change, the more they stay the same," the commander replied, sounding bored.  "I still have to deal with the same paperwork everyday."  

"I'd think the end of the war would change things a lot," Aang continued, digging for clues and ignoring the warning look Jun was giving him.

"Sure.  Now instead of sending supplies to the war effort I'm sending supplies to help rebuild.  Ships come here from every corner of the world."

"Sounds exciting," Aang grunted.

The commander stared at him for a moment and Jun stepped in.  "I noticed some Fire Nation ships down at the docks.  Seems they'd be up here for supplies instead of dealing with the locals."  

Jun made the word 'locals' sound like an insult and the commander chuckled.  "Well, I would have accepted their request, but my stocks are running low from all the extra traffic.  I just outfitted a mixed fleet for a long trip south and I'm still waiting on new supplies from home."

"Mixed fleet?"  Jun acted impressed.  "I didn't know the Earth Kingdom navy was working with the Fire Nation."

"There were a few Water Tribe vessels too."  He leaned toward her.  "Maybe next time they're in port I could get you a tour on one of their ships.  Their primitive construction is remarkable."

Aang scowled.  "The Water Tribes aren't primitive.  I heard some of the Avatar's best friends are from the Water Tribe."

"I didn't know that," the commander replied with an agreeable smile.  

"I also heard he's in town with that refugee fleet," Aang added, watching for the man's reaction.

"Oh really?"  His smile widened.  "Maybe it's not too late to issue them an invitation after all?"  

Two sentries opened an armored door as they approached the main building and the commander led them through into an empty corridor.  "The prison is in the basement."  

They were running out of time and Aang realized they'd reached the part of his plan that he hadn't put enough, or any, thought into.  He imagined Sokka shaking his head in disappointment.  Aang glanced at the bounty hunter, but Jun seemed content to follow his lead.  The door closed behind them, cutting off their escape route and sealing them away from prying eyes.

"Ok, enough."

Ganto's rough words were his only warning.  He slipped out of the guards' hold and brought their heads cracking together, dropping them both to the ground.  The commander didn't get a chance to call for help before Ganto had him pinned up against the wall with a forearm across his throat.  

"Where do you keep your sensitive information, commander?" he growled.  

The man gurgled and pulled at Ganto's arm, looking between Jun and Aang like he expected them to do something.  Jun folded her arms as the commander's face reddened and the veins stood out on his forehead.

"Better just answer the question."

The man stared up at the ceiling and blinked meaningfully.  Ganto grinned and slammed him into the wall, rendering him unconscious.

"Geeze, Ganto."  Aang put his hands on his head.  "Was that really necessary?  They're just doing their jobs."

The pirate spared him a pitying look before running off down the corridor.  "They were just doing their jobs when they were conquering the Earth Kingdom and crippling the Water Tribes!"

"The guy's got a point," Jun said with a shrug as the two of them hurried after.

They reached a spiraling staircase and Ganto bolted up it, barely breaking stride as he slammed through a Fire Navy sailor with a load of paperwork.  Jun paused just long enough to make sure the man wouldn't be sounding the alarm.  

"We don't have time to check every floor," Jun pointed out.  "This whole place is going to come down on our heads any minute."

"It'll be at the top," Ganto replied as he reached the door to the second floor.  He broke off a piece of the metal railing with two swift kicks and jammed it into the door handle before running up the next flight.

Aang leaned out over the side to see how far they had to go.  "Looks like there's six levels!"  Time was of the essence and Aang jumped off into the stairwell, spiraling like a mini tornado toward the fourth floor.  Ganto and Jun ran past as he used a spare bit of piping to bar the door.  

"Hopefully it'll take them a while to figure out what's going on," Jun said as the three gathered on the sixth floor.  "You better be right about this, Ganto."

"I usually am," he grinned, exposing a full set of white teeth.  "They wouldn't have put out a most wanted bounty for me if I wasn't good at what I do."

Jun sighed as she pulled open the door.  "Can we not talk about how much gold I'm giving up?"

"Me and Zuko will make it up to you, Jun," Aang promised as he darted through.  

"He still hasn't paid me for finding his creepy uncle."

Warning bells sounded out in the yard and the three infiltrators picked up their pace, rushing down the single hallway.  Shouts echoed up from the stairwell and a few office workers poked their heads out from side rooms.  When they spotted Aang, Ganto, and Jun they slammed their doors shut and locked them.

"They're pretty smart for cowards," Ganto quipped.

The commander's office stood open before them and they rushed inside, slamming the door shut and barricading it so they'd have extra time to search.  Aang went to a large metal desk while Ganto and Jun tore apart the rows of cabinets and bookshelves lining the walls.  

There were a few opened letters on the commander's desk and Aang rifled through them, scanning the contents before tossing them aside.  

"Guys!"  He lifted the last letter.  "I think I found something suspicious!"

Ganto didn't stop his search.  "Read it."

"Commander, be advised, the Avatar and his fleet of refugees have changed course to avoid a storm and are heading in your direction.  Avoid contact if possible."

"Who's it from?"  

"It doesn't say," Aang replied.

"Then it's useless."

"Think it's too late for me to turn you in for the reward?"  Jun joked, or at least, Aang hoped she was joking.  

Not sure what else to do, he reread the letter and finally turned it over to take a look at the back. "Ooo, ooo!"  He couldn't help waving it in excitement. "It's got the same seal on it that the reward posters are using!  There's got to be more stuff with this mark on it!"  He threw open the desk drawers and rummaged through them.  

Ganto finished with his bookshelves and came over to help.  "There's probably a secret compartment somewhere."  He slid his hand under the top of the desk and something clicked.  "Bingo."  Ganto grinned and pulled open a hidden drawer.  He removed a gold engraved lacquered box and set it on the desk, looking grim.  

"Pretty."  Jun looked over his shoulder and pointed to the fiery designs.  "Is that some kind of bird?"    

"Not just any bird."  Ganto gave Aang a dark look and realization hit the young Avatar like a blow to the gut.  

"A phoenix!"

Aang reached out and the pirate slid the box away from him.  

"Don't.  I'd bet my own bounty that this thing is designed to destroy its contents if someone tampers with it.  It's a typical Fire Nation trick."

"It could be a coincidence," Aang said, grasping at straws.  "It could be from before."

"Or we could all be in bigger trouble than we thought."  Ganto tucked the box into his pocket.  "My captain will know how to open it and what to do with the contents."

Someone pounded on the door and an angry voice barked orders.  

"That's great," Jun remarked.  "Maybe your captain could tell us how to get out of here, too?"  She grabbed her whip and turned to Aang.  "So what's your plan?"  

"I usually just wing it," Aang confessed.

"How did I know you were going to say that?"

Ganto ran for the windows and threw one open, looking down.  "We're about to have some serious company."

"So much for running."  Jun snapped her whip and faced the barricaded door.  

"You can always run."  Ganto grinned and pulled her toward the window.  "Aang, after we get out of here I'm taking you to meet my captain."

"In case you hadn't noticed, we're on the sixth floor," Jun said, trying to twist out of Ganto's vice-like grip.  "We're out of options."

He pulled her close and smirked.  "You never would have caught me if I didn't want you to.  Let me show you why."  

Before Aang could stop him, he hoisted Jun over his shoulder and jumped out the open window.

"No!!"

Aang didn't hesitate.  He threw himself after them, ready to use all his considerable airbending powers to save their lives.  

It wasn't necessary.

Ten feet down, Ganto caught a flagpole and swung for one of the flared ledges of the tiered building.  He didn't pause when his feet hit the metal, instantly jumping for the next flagpole down and catching it with his free hand as he swung for the next outcropping.  On the last tier he took a twenty five foot drop with Jun over his shoulder and it didn't even slow him down.  

By the time the Fire Navy sailors realized they'd escaped the building, the Avatar, the pirate, and the bounty hunter were long gone.    

                                                            ------

The prison corridor was lit by torches and the flames seemed to reach out to Zuko as he passed, feeding off his energy.   The woman at his side pretended not to notice his agitation.

"Will you be needing anything else, sir?"

"No, Warden Ming.  Just make sure your security is as tight as possible.  We don't know who we can trust."  

"Your uncle and I did background checks on all the guards here before hiring them.  I can personally vouch for their loyalty."

They came to a stop in front of the entrance to the maximum security block.

"I trust anyone my Uncle trusts," Zuko said and gave the woman a half-smile.  "He's told me about your kindness to him and I will always be grateful.  But right now, we need to be suspicious of everyone."

Ming nodded and saluted.  "I won't fail you or General Iroh."

"Thank you.  It's time I paid my father another visit."

"Do you want an armed guard?"  

Zuko shook his head.  "I don't think he'll be any trouble.  I'm just going to feel him out, see if he knows anything."

"Very well, sir."  Ming unlocked the door and led him inside.  "I'll wait here for you."

Zuko took his leave and headed for his father's prison cell.  Guards greeted him as he passed but he barely acknowledged them, too preoccupied with his own brooding thoughts.  His feet found their way to the cell and he took a moment to compose himself before stepping inside.

Before his eyes adjusted a voice full of disrespect and contempt greeted him from the shadows.  "Well, well, back again."

Zuko had never expected a month and a half in prison to improve Ozai's manners.  

"Hello, father."  

A shape uncoiled from a dark pile in the corner of the cell.  Ozai came forward and lounged against the bars, fitting his son with a look of pure loathing.  As Fire Lord, Ozai had always been immaculately dressed and groomed.  No one would have recognized the filthy man in his tattered prison rags.  

"I hope you're not going to ask me about your mother again."  His voice was as oily and slick as his hair.  "I already told you what I know, though I do love watching you squirm."

Zuko clenched his fists.  "Your lies don't bother me.  You don't know where she is, and you wouldn't tell me if you did."

"You're wrong about one thing."  Ozai smiled and Zuko felt a chill trace down his spine.  "I'd love to see you two reunited.  Then you could ask your dear sweet mother exactly how long my father suffered at her hands before he died."

"That's enough."  

"Poor Zuko, you never knew her like I knew her.  You never saw what she was capable of."

"Enough!"  Zuko snapped.  "She's not why I'm here."

Ozai sniffed and made his disinterest obvious.  "Might as well get on with it then.  I'm a busy man."

"I'm going to ask you a question and you're going to answer me truthfully."

Ozai held out his hand in a mocking display of deference.  "The Fire Lord's wish is my command."

Zuko let the silence stretch between them as he collected his thoughts and considered the information Lee and Shinu had given him.  Guards had reported that Ozai's time in prison was beginning to take its toll.  Iroh had fooled the guards by pretending to crack but his brother fooled no one by pretending to be strong.

Zuko let his eyes wander, inspecting the cell with casual interest.  Ozai watched his every move and Zuko turned his back on him, hiding a smile.

"Nevermind.  This is pointless."  He took a step toward the door.  

"Wait!"  Ozai tried to hide it, but Zuko could hear his curiosity and something more.  If he wasn't mistaken, his father wanted his company, at least on some basic level.  The guards weren't allowed to talk to him except to give him instructions and it seemed the great Phoenix King was starving for attention.  

He tried to compose himself.  "You're leaving just like that?"

"I'm sorry."  Zuko smirked at his own layered sarcasm.  "I know how you love having me around."

Toph and Sokka would have been proud.

"You just got here.  You have a question, don't you?"

"I don't think you can help me.  My question is about current events in the Fire Nation and you're a relic of the past."

"I overhear the guards talking," Ozai started and Zuko laughed and turned back to face him.    

"The guards only discuss events I want you to hear."

He knew his son had the upper hand and Ozai rose up like a snake with impotent venom.  "You think things have changed in such a short time?    I was the Fire Lord!  This nation's darkest secrets belonged to me!"

Zuko took a step forward and grabbed the bars of the cell, startling the prisoner.  "And would you pass those secrets on to your rightful successor, father?  For the sake of your nation?"

Ozai took a step back, looking at his son as though for the first time.  

"You're not a good man, but you must at least care about the fate of the Fire Nation, if nothing else.  Do you want to see the country you ruled tear itself apart?"

Ozai's face masked over and Zuko couldn't read his expression.  

"What do you want to know?"

"Tell me.  Who among your old followers would have the power and ambition to stage an uprising?"

His features shifted to thoughtful neutrality and he walked to the back of his cell, leaning against the cold stone.  "I'm sure it doesn't surprise you to hear that I've spent days contemplating this very thing."  His eyes darkened.  "Dogs will always fight for scraps under the table while their master isn't looking."

"And what about when the master's gone for good?"

Ozai's smile matched his eyes.  "I kept them all on a tight leash.  But there are only a few who would have the cunning necessary to cause you real trouble."

"Give me names."

"If I help you, what will you give me in return?"

Zuko let go of the bars and drew himself up, straightening his Fire Lord robes.  "The conditions of your imprisonment are non negotiable.  You owe the world for your crimes."

"Then perhaps I can ask favor for another?"

"Who?"  The question left Zuko's mouth as the answer came to him.  "Azula..."

"There was a time when I proudly called myself a father.  Is it too much to ask my son to take proper care of his sister?"

"I'll see what I can do for her."  Zuko turned to go.  "When I come back, we're going to have a nice long chat."

"You know where to find me."
The plot thickens! Dun dun dun! Dragon Vipers, Pirates, and Phoenixes, oh my!

This chapter is one of my favs. I reintroduced a bunch of Minor Characters - Jee, Jun, the Cabbage Merchant, Ming, BOOMERANG - and introduce my favorite Original Character - GANTO!

I wanted to try and blend a character of my own creation into the AvatarVerse. I generally don't like OCs, but Ganto's taken on a life of his own.

Aang's adventure with Ganto and Jun follows patterns set down in the series and hopefully feels like a "real episode". What Sokka and Suki are going through would never have made it past the rating restrictions, but I can't help writing it the way I want. (lol, boomeranged!) :D

Chapter Five is getting another massive overhaul like Chapter Two... favs, comments, and general encouragement are greatly appreciated!

Thanks to =Leona629, =myah5000, and you for reading!

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* regains consciousness* BOOMERANG!!!!!!!!!!!! *faints again*