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~♥THIRTY-THREE♥~

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[Masaomi, back from his mission steps up out of the tunnels... tired. He's quite tired, as is Linda (who is resting her pokeball which is clipped onto his vest. He has on the ninja flak vest he borrow from Shikamaru forever ago and also looks a bit beat up. Some of his sleeves are torn as are his pants. He has some cuts, some bruises, and some burns, not all of them healed but some of them healing. He also has one of his collapseable batons in his hand. Aside from this, his muscle build up is more obvious but-

But something different about the image - despite all that and the rain and the injuries, he's laughing once he looks up at the sky. Stronger. Stronger. He already feels it. Well, no time like the present, despite his tired he's going out to accomplish a few things. First is actually to go pick up something to drink from the grocery and pick something up from the item shop (feel free to run into him at either of those) and head over to Mikado's apartment. It's an important day, after all, and he did not want to blow him off for it. Besides, if he heads there now, he might make it as the guy is coming back to school and he might run into him before then.

After that, well, he'll spend his day with Mikado until that night (though anyone can run into him before then). This'll last until about 8PM, when he's going to be going to hang out just inside the battle dome for a reason which might obvious to a lot of people. (and no, he still has not changed his clothes, even if he might have cleaned up the more obvious injuries). And after whatever comes of that, he's going to go back to his apartment to meet up with his roommate and anyone he didn't run into through the rest of the day before finally popping open the journal.]

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Masaomi Kida has returned!! I hope you all didn't miss me too dearly!! [Okay so he's tried and running on caffeine by now, but he's still grinning ear to ear] Some rain out there today, and man is it wet- [he resists saying "ladies I hope you didn't get too wet if you saw me today" but it's hard. He laughs to himself at that joke despite not saying] You can tell the sky's telling us something though, riiight? We're approaching spring, a time of love and lust and all between! So sound off!! Whooooo's got a special someone? Who's got a crush? You can trust me, I'm a Love Machine.

[Laughing at this, once more]

So ladies... and gentlemen. Don't speak up all at once.

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[She did - of course she did but at the same time it takes him a moment to connect it all. In the context of those stories, that would mean...

So he's-] Oooh, the big hero himself, huh? My.

[Something feels wrong about this announcement though. He can't place it, and continues to study her. Linda, on her shoulder, actually senses something weird too (possibly with the electrical patterns in her body, possibly just with her trainer's hidden tension)]

[She could take offense at his tone - or she could simply disregard it. She knows he's just information gathering, but the truth is, she's not really sure where to go from here.]

Yeah, he's definitely the hero. [Soft. Proud. Still muted.]

It's [the barest pause] really good to see him again.

[There it is again. He frowns, lightly. It's still wrong. Something's not right. She should be more excited. She should be pushing him to come meet her hero. Her Avatar.

...Her? No, don't go there Masaomi, it brought you to a bad place with Zuko. Don't assume, figure it out. And besides that, if it was anything beyond what she knew (or suspected) it was now she would have told him long, long ago. Katara is a good girl, it's not at all Katara-like to even humor him if she was in love (or hell, even liked) with someone she knew was tangible.

Chouji no longer is, and that still haunts her.]

It must be - for all of you. To have someone important like that returned must be a very special feeling.

[He tries to make this sound sincere. He actually wants it to be, but it's not coming out quite right mostly because his gears are still turning]

Well, he's been here before. [It's part of the problem.] Three times. He's never stayed very long.

[And it's torn her heart out each time he's left. The last time he was here, it had barely been a week. She'd lost something of herself, of her openness towards him, that last time in her recovery.]

Still, it's been almost - a year an a half since the last time I saw him.

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[Three times. He's never stayed very long.

He doesn't remember. It would be completely insane to assume he did from the context of that statement. And a year and a half? To be honest, longer than he's known Katara. Or maybe about as long, who's counting. Far longer than Luceti Valley. Longer than his feelings for her. The context of it reminds him that even beyond a life at home he could have never touched she had a life here he couldn't.

...But that's immaterial. Is that the cause of the wrongness here? It's a distinct possibility]

Ah. ...Ah.

[How does he even respond to that, looking down at her]

...That has to have been hard.

It's [she swallows hard] better. He's way too important to be here. Our world needs him so much, so... it's always been better that he's gone.

[More quietly:] I've missed him, though.

[She won't admit, even to Masaomi, that going back through the journals to find posts with Aang's voice was how she chose to commemorate her two years here. She'd missed him so much.

And now he's here. And he's not the Aang she remembers.]

[It's always been better that he's gone.

Liar.

He's way too important to be here.

Liar.

It's better.

Liar.]

[But what does he tackle - if he bogs down into an argument about importance he could lose sight of what's actually bothering her. Because, even if all of this is true (it's not) it doesn't make sense for her to still be down after this. Does it...? No. Her reaction right now is much like the reaction he had to Saki... isn't it? No, there's even more hurt.

Three times.

He looks at Linda on her shoulder, who looks back at him with a more confident expression than he likely has right now. And there he decides... No. He can't let it go]

Hero or Avatar or whatever is the case, Katara... before that, he's some boy named Aang, a treasured friend of yours, right? [And he raises an arm. It seems to want to go to her face or her shoulder, but he resists breaking the last bit of distance]

[No, don't. Don't do that. That's not the kind of comfort she can accept from you.

She glances at his hand, a little wide-eyed, and minutely shakes her head.

Her smile as she explains is a little pained.]

It's.. not really like that. You can't disconnect the two any more than you could disconnect the fact that I'm a waterbender. Being the Avatar is part of who he is.

[A pause. A pause and his hand doesn't lower, but it shifts. Away from going to touch and instead to float up in the air between them. From himself though, a more confident smile comes up on it]

I can't speak for the destiny of a world, but even if Mikado was the prime minister, or even if he was the messiah, I would rather be with me than apart from me.

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I can understand that feeling.

[But that's all it is. It's just a feeling. It doesn't make it right. Any time someone comes here, she shouldn't be happy. They're just trapped, just like the rest of them. It's always better when they leave.

Except for Jet. And maybe Sigmund and Capell.

She turns to keep walking.]

[...Was that it? Hm. he keeps walking with her, looking more at Linda than at her. Linda's closer to Katara and closer to an animal, she should be able to smell fear or any other base emotion like that right.

Incidentally, this is where they diverge. Masaomi will contend that because the feeling is there it is right. Or at least, until he started to interact with Katara, for a long time that has been what he believed.]

So how's that been going?

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It's good. It's... a little strange. He's from almost two years in my future, so... I feel like I'm missing a lot.

[Like there are things Aang isn't saying, both about them and about Zuko and... she's not sure she wants to ask.]

Ah, the future is it?

[He knows about the future.

He hates the future. Aoba, Mikado, Anri, Saki, all of them have been "ahead" of him. He doesn't know for Shizuo, Yuuhei, Celty, Shinra, or Erika, but most likely they were too. It seemed like everyone was]

Yeah. I mean, Sokka and Suki are both from after the war, and Zuko is from... about a month ahead of me, but Aang... he's got to be almost fourteen now.

[And it's so weird, to think that she'd been missing things that really mattered.]

Saaame, Aoba-kun and Mikado're from the next school term, Anri-chan's been further head both times, Saki... well, I think I mentioned her. All ahead of my by at least a few months.

[Fourteen, two years later? Huh]

[Oh, she... hadn't known that.

Although she had known about Saki... and she wonders...]

It's a weird feeling, isn't it.

Ah.

[He looks a bit off from her face, to Linda on her shoulder] It is.

Did they all... tell you? About your future?

[She somehow manages to shift a little uncomfortably while walking.]

I'm not sure I want to know yet, but it doesn't seem fair, if something happened, for him to have to carry that by himself.

What's unfair about that?! [That comes out a little harshly. Perhaps a bit too harshly. Yes. Yes they did. And in fact... In fact he...]

-They did. They told me what I did.

[And it makes no sense. None of it makes sense]

[Okay, unexpected nerve.

Simply:] Because I would want to help him carry whatever he's carrying. It would be my choice.

[It would always be my choice to help him.]

But that's not what happened with you, was it.

Ah... Hahaah. [He laughs at this. He's not laughing at her, he's laughing at the comparison between them being drawn so simply. So blatantly. he feels small. He feels weak, which is odd because he's felt so strong, so invincible all day. He's starting to tremble and his walk is slowing down into blatantly dragging his heels]

I left them.

[Katara turns to face him and meets his gaze. Her voice is low.]

Stop it. Stop it right now.

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