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The morning sun is shining brightly, reflecting off of the clear blue ocean, complimenting the lightly clouded skies.

Along the calm seashore, on the peaceful sandy beach, a not so peaceful commotion occurs. A couple of Metkayina boys are fighting the Sully boys.

The clan leader's daughter, Tsireya, stands off to the side fussing at her brother.

Tsireya- Aonung, knock it off!

Tuktirey stands by Kiri, worried by the chaos. But her attention soon turns to their parents, running up to them and pulling them apart from each other.

Jake grabs his eldest son by the arm.

Neteyam- Mess with my family again and I'll really kick your ass, Aonung!

Jake- Hey!

Jake yanks Neteyam's arm, and he faces his father.

Jake- That is the chief's son.

Neteyam- (sighs) Sorry, Sir.

Lo'ak- Don't apologize, he's a piece of shit.

Neytiri drags her younger son by the ear, and towards their den, while Jake apologizes to the chief.

Tonowari also gives his apologies, for the behavior of his own son.

In the Sully den, Jake lays his sons out, while Neytiri talks to Tuktirey and Kiri in their room.

Jake- Since the day we got here, all you kids have done is argue, and now you're fighting each other? They gave us shelter, but you keep disrespecting them.

Lo'ak- We weren't disrespecting anyone, they came to us.

Jake- Don't give me that. I know you threw the first punch.

Neteyam- They were messing with Kiri.

Jake- No, don't make excuses for him. He needs to learn how to just walk away.

Lo'ak- Yeah, that'll teach 'em.

Jake gives his son a stern look in response to the boy's sarcasm. Lo'ak holds his head low, while Neteyam sighs.

Neytiri comes out of the kids' room, and looks at her boys, disappointed.

Neytiri- You scared Tuk. Do not show her such foolish violence.

Neteyam- Sorry, mother.

Neteyam looks at Lo'ak expectantly, then the younger boy faces his mother.

Lo'ak- Sorry, mom.

Neteyam- We will make peace.

Jake- You sure will. I know exactly how you'll do it too.

The brothers exchange confused looks, unsure of what exactly their father could be thinking.

In the chief's den, Tonowari scolds his son for his shameful behavior.

He yanks Aonung's bond roughly, causing him to wince.

Tonowari- What is your problem, huh? Why must you cause trouble with our guests? You should know better.

Aonung remains silent, holding onto his bond with a pained expression, wishing his father would let go. But he's yanked roughly once again because of his silence.

Tonowari- Why do you do it?

Aonung- . . . Because I hate them.

Tsireya opens her mouth to protest, but Tonowari holds his hand out, stopping her.

He releases his son's bond, then places a firm hand on his shoulder.

Tonowari- Learning to ignore personal feelings towards individuals is key to becoming a leader. You must see the bigger picture.

Aonung- I know that.

Tonowari- Whatever it is that makes you feel this way, look past it, and make peace with the Sullys.

Aonung reluctantly nods, then his mother walks into the den.

Ronal- Jake Sully wishes to speak with us.

She glances at their children, then back to Tonowari. He takes the hint, and dismisses them while he leaves the den with his mate.

Tsireya walks over to Aonung, inspecting his bond.

Tsireya- Does it still hurt?

Aonung- It always hurts.

Aonung walks deeper into the den, with a huff, fed up with his father's form of punishment.

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Later on, nearing the afternoon. The bright sun has almost reached its peak.

Many residents are on the beach and in the waters.

Tonowari and Jake have gathered the troublesome teens together on the beach.

Aonung, Tsireya, and Rotxo are to give the older Sully kids another lesson. The kids are lined up in front of them, awaiting instructions.

Neteyam is next to Aonung, with Kiri, Lo'ak, and Tuktirey on the other side of him.

Jake hands each of the boys their hunting gear, while Tonowari announces their task.

Tonowari- While Aonung and Rotxo take the Sully boys to hunt, Tsireya will continue Ilu training with the girls. Stay within the reef, and keep an eye on each other. Understood?

The kids nod their heads in response, and Tonowari gestures for them to head out and get started.

Kiri and Tuk happily follow Tsireya into the water. She calls for her Ilu, and Kiri calls for hers.

Tuk climbs onto the back of Kiri's Ilu and holds on. Tsireya watches the boys prepare theirs to head out.

Tsireya- Be kind, Aonung.

Aonung- Me? What about Rotxo?

Tsireya- He only follows your lead.

Aonung looks at Rotxo, and the younger boy just shrugs, not denying a thing.

They venture out into the reef, Tuk cheering as she rides fast with Kiri.

The boys find a spot nearby, and each dive into the water with their weapons. Rotxo starts a friendly competition to see who can catch the most fish.

While Aonung hunts for himself, he notices Neteyam aiding in Lo'ak's game.

After a short while, they each resurface, attaching the fish they caught to the saddles on their Ilu.

Rotxo- I got three.

Aonung- Five.

Lo'ak- Seven.

Neteyam holds up the one fish he had time to catch on his own, and gives an awkward smile.

Lo'ak- Ha, I win.

Aonung- (scoffs) Only because of your big brother.

Lo'ak- Don't be a sore loser.

Aonung- Loser? I can beat you one-on-one.

Lo'ak- Let's test that theory.

Aonung- Okay, champ, I'll challenge you outside the reef.

Lo'ak- You're on.

As Lo'ak climbs onto his Ilu, Neteyam grabs his arm.

Neteyam- Don't do this.

Lo'ak- I can handle it, bro.

Neteyam- No you can't.

Lo'ak- If you're so worried, just come with us. See firsthand how skilled I am.

With a sigh, Neteyam climbs onto his Ilu. The boys begin to ride towards the edge of the reef.

While Tsireya is chatting with Kiri on their Ilu, Tuk notices the boys straying away from them.

She quickly taps Kiri's shoulder, earning her attention, then points toward the edge of the reef.

Tuktirey- Where are they going?

Kiri- Looks like the boys are seeking trouble again. Should we follow them?

Tsireya- Yes, but only to bring them back.

The girls race after the troublesome boys, out of the reef and to the Three Brothers rocks.

They pull their Ilu near the shore. Kiri and Tuktirey walk onto the beach to wait while Tsireya goes into the water, looking for the boys.

Kiri looks up at the darkening sky, filling with grey clouds. There's a low rumbling in the distance that worries her.

Tuktirey notices her expression and grabs onto her hand.

Tuktirey- What's wrong?

Kiri- We need to hurry, or we'll get caught in the storm.

Tuktirey looks into the distance as the winds begin to pick up, and the rumbling continues, getting closer every few minutes.

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Underwater, Tsireya searches for her brother and the others.

Soon she finds Lo'ak with a few fish attached to his side. Not far behind him comes Neteyam.

Lo'ak stops in front of her but she wastes no time and points upward, sending them to the surface, while she continues to look for Aonung and Rotxo.

An unknown amount of time later, she finally spots the two boys swimming towards her. She signs "What were you thinking, bringing them here?" He rolls eyes and motions "It was just a little competition." She shakes her head, and turns to head back to the shore.

Aonung and Rotxo follow behind her, but when they reach the surface, the waves are raging, and the sky is pouring.

They quickly look around for the shore and see the others a short distance away.

They struggle, but manage to escape the rough waters and pull themselves onto the rocky beach. The Sullys run over to them.

Lo'ak helps Tsireya up.

Lo'ak- Are you okay?

Tsireya- I am fine, but our Ilu are nowhere in sight.

They each look out at the raging waters. Neteyam goes knee deep into the water, calling for his Ilu. Kiri and Lo'ak follow his lead and call for theirs.

The Metkayina kids observe from a distance, knowing there's no way the Ilu will be able to hear them over the storm.

Tsireya walks over to Lo'ak and gently grabs his arm.

Tsireya- They won't hear you in this storm. We must wait it out.

Lo'ak brushes Tsireya's hand off of him and continues to call as his brother does. Tsireya looks over at Rotxo, who had a similar reaction from Kiri.

Aonung walks up to Neteyam, who keeps wandering deeper into the water.

The wind nearly makes him slip, but Aonung grabs his wrist.

Aonung- Hey! Get out of the water, before it takes you away.

Neteyam snatches his arm away and pushes Aonung back from him with a glare.

Neteyam- Where was that concern when you decided to take us out here?

Aonung doesn't respond, unsure of what exactly to say, and just as Neteyam steps closer to him, Tsireya intervenes before things escalate.

She places her hand on Aonung's chest, gently pushing him back. He takes the hint and walks back over to Rotxo.

Tsireya- This is no time for fighting. We must stick together while we wait for the Ilu to return. Please try to get along with my brother.

Neteyam looks at his siblings: They're watching him and awaiting his decision. He looks back at Tsireya and nods, which pleases her.

They each come together and begin to look for shelter. They may not get along, but they know in order to make it back home okay they'll have to rely on each other.

As the storm rages on, gradually getting worse, their parents are wondering why the kids haven't already returned to the village.

And their worries only worsen when the kids' Ilu return home without them.

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After searching through blinding rain, Neteyam spots a cave.

With Tuktirey on his back, he tells the others and they all head into the opening. Finally able to see clearly, and finally given a chance to dry off.

Neteyam and his siblings instinctively shake the loose water out of their hair, while the Metkayina teens leave it be.

Lo'ak, Kiri, and Tuk sit with Neteyam on one side of the cave, while Aonung, Tsireya, and Rotxo sit across from them in silence.

Tuktirey- How long will the storm last?

Kiri- I don't know, Tuk.

Aonung- It's a big one, there's really no telling.

Tuktirey's expression becomes fearful, and Neteyam glares at Aonung for making it worse.

Tuktirey- What if the Ilu never come back.

Kiri- Tuk . . .

Tuktirey- Will we be stuck here forever, away from mom and dad?

Neteyam- No, Tuk, we'll get back to them.

Neteyam holds his baby sister close and rubs her head reassuringly.

Neteyam- We'll be okay.

Tuktirey starts sniffling as tears begin to form in her eyes. Kiri attempts to shush her, saying reassuring things, but fails to calm her down.

Tsireya- Maybe having something to eat will take her mind off things.

Neteyam nods, agreeing with Tsireya. Aonung jumps up with a huff and storms out of the cave.

Lo'ak- The hell is his problem?

Tsireya- I will go with him to gather supplies for the fire. Rotxo, stay with them.

Lo'ak watches Tsireya leave the cave, and Tuktirey begins to wipe her still flowing tears.

Neteyam- We'll be okay, Tuk. Are you hungry?

Tuktirey- I want to eat with the whole family.

Neteyam- I know, but not today, okay. You just have to settle for me, Kiri, and this skxawng over here.

Kiri giggles softly when Lo'ak makes a face at the way Neteyam referred to him. Tuktirey moves to sit in front of Neteyam, with sad pleading eyes.

Tuktirey- Will you sing to us?

The question catches Rotxo's attention, and he looks over at Neteyam for his answer.

Neteyam glances at his other siblings, and they nod happily, wanting him to sing as well.

Neteyam- Alright, come on.

Tuktirey excitedly gets into position. They form a small circle while sitting on their knees.

Neteyam looks behind Tuktirey and notices Rotxo watching them with his knees pulled up to his chest. He can tell Rotxo is also feeling uneasy.

Neteyam- Join us, it will help you stay calm.

Rotxo slightly shakes his head, and continues to hug his legs.

Neteyam- Aonung hates us so you hate us too, is that it?

The boy remains silent, averting his eyes.

Neteyam- Can't you think for yourself?

Rotxo's ears perk up and Neteyam has his attention for a moment, before he turns away in silence again.

Lo'ak- Forget about him. He's Aonung's minion, he'll never turn.

Neteyam merely shakes his head at Lo'ak's comment.

Each of them holds the hand next to them, forming a full circle, then they begin to vocalize. The harmony instantly pulls Rotxo's attention.

Each individual voice and part coming together forming the most soothing sound.

When their vocals turn to hums, Neteyam begins to sing, and Rotxo finds himself entranced, forgetting the worry he felt only a moment ago.

The song draws him in, and he slowly moves towards their circle.

When Kiri notices, she releases Lo'ak's hand and reaches out for Rotxo's. He hesitates, but takes her hand and sits next to her. Lo'ak is shocked, but pleased, and holds Rotxo's other hand as Neteyam continues to sing to them.

Rotxo mimics the other three, closing his eyes, and just enjoying Neteyam's soothing voice.

Forgetting the storm, their lost Ilu, and the fact that they're stranded. It all disappears. And once Neteyam stops singing, everyone feels much better.

They release each other's hands, and Neteyam smiles, happy that Rotxo decided to join them.

Rotxo also looks happy, until he looks at the cave entrance and the smile fades.

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Tsireya walks in with some sea plants, and Aonung follows her in with some sticks and a few stones.

She sits the plants down and smiles widely at Neteyam, while Aonung simply shakes his head and starts trying to spark a fire.

Tsireya- That song was beautiful.

Neteyam- It was taught to us as a way to sooth or entertain in tough situations.

Rotxo- Can you teach us?

Aonung- (scoffs)

Both Neteyam and Tsireya glance at Aonung, not appreciating his attitude. Neteyam looks back at Rotxo's expectant face, and smiles.

Neteyam- There's more to it. Two parts, and a dance in between. But the first half usually does the trick.

Tsireya- I would love to learn all of it.

Rotxo- Me too.

Tsireya smiles and places a hand on Rotxo's shoulder, glad that he seems to be warming up to the Sullys.

Neteyam- We'll teach you then, as a thanks for what you've done for us.

Tsireya and Rotxo get visibly excited in anticipation.

Aonung- Pit's ready.

They look towards Aonung, who has already started the fire and is ready to cook. Lo'ak hands him the fish he caught, and he prepares them on sticks.

Once the fish are fully cooked, Tsireya and Rotxo sit with the Sullys while eating. While Aonung sits against the wall away from them, enjoying his food by himself, and observing Rotxo.

Soon after eating, they call it a night and find spots on the ground to sleep. Tuktirey sleeps cuddled up to Kiri, and Lo'ak and Neteyam lie back to back. Tsireya sleeps near Lo'ak, with Rotxo next to her.

Aonung sleeps closer to the cave entrance, with his back against the wall. And when the sun rises the next morning, he's the first to wake.

Followed by Neteyam, Tsireya, Rotxo, Lo'ak, then Tuktirey and Kiri.

Immediately after, they waste no time heading to the water to call for their Ilu. But even after an hour's worth of calls, none show.

Tuktirey sighs and plops herself on a large rock, growing anxious. Her oldest brother notices and reassures her.

Neteyam- Don't worry, Tuk, they'll come. Just be patient.

Aonung begins to observe Neteyam. Encouraging patience is good, but he sees Neteyam's tail flicking around from his own impatience.

Sensing that Neteyam must be getting frustrated himself, Aonung gives him some advice of his own.

Aonung- After that big storm, there's no telling where the Ilu ended up. It may take hours for them to even be in sound range. We should take a break.

Kiri groans and plops down in front of Tuktirey's rock. Rotxo and Tsireya sit near them, taking Aonung's advice. Lo'ak looks at Neteyam to see what he'll do.

Neteyam- Wait here.

Lo'ak- Huh?

Neteyam suddenly dives into the ocean, and Lo'ak calls out to him. He resurfaces, answering to his brother's call.

Lo'ak- What're you doing?

Neteyam- If our Ilu can't hear us, I'll find us another ride.

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Before anyone can protest, Neteyam dives back underwater.

Aonung exchanges a look with Tsireya as she runs up to the shore. She calls out to Neteyam, but Lo'ak stops her from going after him.

Lo'ak- He said to wait here.

Tsireya- These waters are dangerous, he should not be diving alone.

Lo'ak- He's tough, he'll be fine.

Aonung- What if he's not as tough as you think?

Lo'ak snaps his gaze towards Aonung with a glare, then walks up to him and stands in his face.

Lo'ak- You callin' him weak? He beat your ass, remember?

Aonung- Only to keep me from beating yours.

Tsireya- Aonung!

Lo'ak- Yeah? Nobody's here to stop you now.

Kiri- Lo'ak, don't start.

Lo'ak steps closer, bumping his chest against Aonung's.

Lo'ak- Come on, do something.

Kiri- Just leave it alone, Lo'ak.

Lo'ak- Nah, he got the guts to talk shit then he got the guts to get hit.

Aonung- Hit me then.

Lo'ak doesn't take a second to punch Aonung in the face, and he retaliates.

One attack after the other the boys continue fighting. Kiri just rolls her eyes, not even sure why she tried to stop her brother knowing it wouldn't work.

Aonung knocks Lo'ak onto the ground with his tail, but Lo'ak is quick to react. He grabs Aonung's bond and it causes him to scream.

He's a bit startled by Aonung's reaction, but is scared by Tsireya's.

She runs up to him with a hiss and pushes him away from Aonung. Lo'ak falls back onto the ground, scooting away from her in shock.

Tsireya- Do not ever touch his bond, or I will slice your tail in half. You hear me, Lo'ak?

Lo'ak frantically nods his head, completely understanding, and not wanting to lose half his tail.

He looks to his right and sees Tuktirey standing at the shore.

Lo'ak- What is it, Tuk?

Tuktirey- How long can Neteyam stay underwater?

The realization that Neteyam hasn't come up for air this entire time sets in.

Tsireya- He has been good with practices, but he still should have come up for air by now.

Lo'ak quickly stands up and starts heading into the water.

Lo'ak- I'll find him.

Aonung grabs his shoulder, pulling him back.

Aonung- No, I'll go. I'm faster.

Lo'ak stands back and Aonung dives into the water, looking around for any signs of Neteyam.

He swims as fast as he can without missing any of his surroundings, then finally he spots him.

His legs are caught at the entrance of a dense kelp forest, and he's barely moving. Aonung swims up to him. He's still conscious, but he's out of air.

Aonung quickly pulls out his knife and starts cutting the kelp from Neteyam's legs, but it's hard because his body keeps jerking around. Aonung realizes he has no choice.

He swims back up to Neteyam's face, holds him still, and locks their lips, giving as much air as he can. He pulls away and inspects Neteyam to see if it worked, and it did. Though the action leaves Neteyam shook.

Once Neteyam is fine, Aonung continues cutting the kelp until he's free. Then they both resurface and make their way to the shore.

Tuktirey cheers with Lo'ak, but when they approach Neteyam as he walks onto the beach, they notice a hard scowl on his face. Lo'ak quickly takes a step back, pulling Tuktirey with him.

Tsireya hugs her brother as thanks for not just turning his back on Neteyam and leaving him for dead. Lo'ak walks up to Aonung looking serious.

Lo'ak- What happened down there?

Aonung- He was stuck in kelp, so I cut him free.

Lo'ak- Then why is he so pissed?

Aonung- Maybe his ego is hurt.

Lo'ak- Neteyam's ego isn't so easily bruised.

Aonung- Neteyam is also tough enough to dive alone, right?

Tsireya- Aonung, can't you see he's serious?

Tsireya looks at Aonung pleadingly, and with a groan he storms off in the direction Neteyam went to see what's up.

He finds him back in the cave, pacing back and forth.

Aonung- You're welcome.

Neteyam- Not now, Aonung.

Aonung- What the hell were you thinking, going in there alone?

Neteyam ignores his question, and he clicks his tongue, already frustrated with this. He grabs Neteyam's arm, stopping him in his tracks, forcing him to face him.

Aonung- Hey, what's wrong with you?

Aonung is suddenly overpowered and shoved against the wall. Neteyam holds him there with a tight grip on his wrists, standing only an inch away from his face.

Neteyam- I said not now.

Aonung- . . .

Aonung is at a loss for words. He knows Neteyam is strong, but he seems to forget that every time he looks at his thin body. And before he knows it, he's staring into Neteyam's striking eyes. Unsure of what's happening, until Neteyam's gaze wanders down to his lips. And suddenly he's moving his own against them.

Aonung isn't sure what to do.

He can't move, and the more Neteyam continues the less he's sure he wants to. But the passionate kiss comes to an end when they both hear excited squealing that sounds like Tuktirey.

Before Neteyam releases Aonung, he grabs him firmly by the face, and wears yet another scowl.

Neteyam- I hate you.

Not looking for a response, Neteyam shoves Aonung to the side as he leaves the cave. Aonung follows quietly, a bit shaken.

On the beach, they see their parents, and Ilu.

Everyone is excited to finally be able to go home, but Aonung is still utterly confused by what just happened to him.

Even on the ride home, all he can think about is, not the kiss, but what Neteyam said afterwards. It leaves Aonung with questions.

Why kiss him if he hates him? Why kiss him at all? But more importantly, why did Aonung like it?

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On a sunny morning, the troublesome boys are on the beach, helping bring in the fish haul.

It's been just a few days since they returned from the Three Brothers rocks, and in their parents' eyes, they seem to be getting along better. Though they don't recommend getting into trouble as a bonding activity.

Aonung grabs one end of the net while Lo'ak grabs the other. They pull, and Aonung's side comes further in. Neteyam walks over to the other side and pulls with Lo'ak the second time.

This time the net is pulled further in on both sides, and other Na'vi begin to sort through the catch.

Aonung and the others join them in sorting the different types into baskets. All the while Aonung can't help but glance at Neteyam, who is entirely focused on his work.

Ever since what happened between them in the cave, Aonung hasn't been sure how to act around him.

Neteyam seems the same as usual with everyone, including him. But even though he was left confused, he finds himself more drawn to the forest boy.

He's been wondering what the reason was behind the kiss, but hasn't gotten the chance to ask.

After sorting all the food, the others begin carrying the baskets off, while Aonung is left to collect the nets with Neteyam.

Neteyam grabs one end while Aonung grabs the other and they bring them together, folding the net. Their hands graze each other briefly when Aonung takes the entire net, causing them to lock eyes, but the boy just looks away.

Aonung hangs the net over a hook then turns back to Neteyam who's already grabbing the next one. He walks over to it and plants his foot on the net, making Neteyam look up at him in confusion.

Neteyam- What are you doing?

Aonung- Why did you do it?

Neteyam- Do what?

Aonung- In the cave. Why did you do that?

Neteyam looks down at the net, tugging on it.

Neteyam- Lift your foot.

Aonung steps off the net and grabs his end, lifting it and bringing it towards the other end. When Neteyam hands it to him, he drops the net altogether and grabs Neteyam's hands before he can walk away.

He tries to yank his hands away but Aonung's grip on them is tight.

Neteyam- Let go.

Aonung- First tell me why you did it.

Neteyam- Let go of me.

Aonung reluctantly releases him, and he begins to walk off.

Aonung- Neteyam!

Neteyam- Don't worry about it, I won't do it again.

Aonung- I'm not mad.

Aonung's words cause him to halt, and he slowly turns around, and walks back towards Aonung.

Neteyam- Why?

Aonung- I can't really blame you for what you do when you're feeling pressured.

Neteyam- Who said I was feeling that way?

Aonung- Look, I know you're tough. You're a leader to them.

Neteyam crosses his arms and hums in agreement.

Aonung- But you don't have to handle everything by yourself.

Neteyam- Yes I do.

Aonung- I get it. You don't want anyone to see your weaknesses, but that doesn't make them disappear.

Neteyam throws his arms down with a hiss, his tail flicking around in irritation.

Neteyam- I have grown up helping my father fight a war. All you have done is hunt fish. Do not act like you understand me.

Aonung is taken aback by the way Neteyam suddenly started to speak like his mother.

Neteyam- We are both sons of chiefs, but that does not make us alike.

Aonung- We're more alike than you think.

Neteyam- That's rich, coming from someone who hates us for being different.

Aonung- That's not why.

Neteyam- I don't care.

Neteyam begins to back away, pointing a finger at Aonung.

Neteyam- Just stay your pampered ass away from me.

As he turns his back and walks off, Aonung comes out with a late response.

Aonung- I should be telling you that.

Neteyam is too far away to hear him, but he knows that.

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Around noon, Aonung follows his sister to have lunch with the others. It's the only way he's getting any of her cooking.

Lo'ak, Kiri, Rotxo, and Tuk are all waiting at a spot just off the beach. As they walk up, Aonung can't help but notice who's missing.

Aonung- Where's Neteyam?

Lo'ak- Somewhere minding his business.

Tsireya sits next to Lo'ak and looks at him, shaking her head.

Lo'ak- Fine. He had one extra task to do.

Kiri- Tell the truth, you skxawng.

Lo'ak- That is the truth.

Tuktirey- No, Neteyam took over your task so you could come see Tsireya.

Kiri and Rotxo laugh at Tuktirey's teasing, while Tsireya smiles shyly.

Lo'ak- Shut up.

Tuktirey blows raspberries at Lo'ak, while Aonung merely rolls his eyes.

Aonung- So where is he?

Lo'ak- At the location of his task.

Tsireya- Lo'ak.

Lo'ak- What? Why does he even care?

Aonung- I'll just go find him myself.

Aonung storms off, and the others exchange confused glances. Tsireya gives Lo'ak a disappointed look.

Lo'ak- What?

Tsireya- You didn't have to treat him that way.

Lo'ak- Yeah? Well he didn't have to treat us the way he did either.

Rotxo- He's right, Aonung is getting what he deserves.

Tsireya looks at Rotxo in disbelief.

Tsireya- How could you say that?

Rotxo- It's true. He was mean to them, they have a right to give him a hard time.

Tuktirey- Rotxo.

He looks at Tuktirey's sorrowful face.

Tuktirey- You were mean to us too.

Lo'ak- Rotxo is different.

The small girl is a little shocked by her brother's sudden stern tone. Tsireya notices how Lo'ak has tensed up a bit, so she places a hand on his shoulder. He looks at her and relaxes again.

Lo'ak- Sorry, Tuk. But Aonung was way worse than Rotxo.

Tsireya- I think her point is, you all gave Rotxo a chance. Aonung deserves that too.

Tuktirey- That's exactly what I'm saying.

Kiri smiles at her little sister's excitement, but she's still worried.

Kiri- Lo'ak isn't completely wrong, though. Aonung hates us more than Rotxo ever did.

Tuktirey- In the cave, Rotxo came to us when he was ready, maybe Aonung is different.

Tsireya nods in approval at the hunch Tuktirey is getting to.

Tuktirey- Maybe he needs a little help.

Kiri- You're so kind, Tuk.

Lo'ak- Too kind.

Tuktirey- Better than being a jerk.

Everyone laughs at Tuktirey's remark. Even Lo'ak can't control the smirk that comes onto his face.

Lo'ak- You've been hanging around us too much.

Kiri- No, she's been hanging around you too much.

The next moment is filled with laughter, then Tuktirey stands from her spot with determination.

Kiri- Tuk, what are you doing?

Tuktirey- I'm gonna go find Aonung.

Tuktirey hops off while the others watch her, smiles on their faces appreciating her pure kindness.

Meanwhile, Aonung has been roaming the village, still looking for Neteyam. He's borderline ready to give up, until he finds the dark blue Na'vi standing in front of a den with a large branch on top of it.

He approaches him, observing how Neteyam is dealing with this situation on his own. The boy senses someone approaching him from behind and turns around. Seeing who it is, he ignores him and proceeds with his task.

Aonung- No need to be so rude.

Neteyam- Did I not tell you to stay away from me? I'm pretty sure I did.

Aonung- You did. But when do I ever listen to you?

Neteyam half chuckles at Aonung, while attempting to reach the branch with ropes around his arm. He tries to climb but the material he steps on moves, and he falls back onto the ground.

Aonung stifles a laugh and Neteyam looks back at him with a glare while standing up.

Aonung- What are you even doing?

Neteyam- This branch was flung onto their roof by the storm. I have to get it down before it falls on someone.

Neteyam begins to collect the rope he dropped, and wrap it back into a loop.

Aonung- You mean Lo'ak has to get it down.

The golden eyed boy ignores his words.

Aonung- I'm sure there's a reason it was his task and not yours.

Neteyam- Is there a point to this?

Aonung- Lo'ak is better at being Metkayina. Your strength is in the forest.

Neteyam- You don't know what my strengths are.

Aonung- You're right.

Neteyam pauses and looks at Aonung.

Aonung- I haven't seen your strengths since you got here. So you're right, I don't know what they are.

His tail flicks in irritation but he looks away from Aonung and attempts to ignore him and keep his cool. The marine colored boy walks closer to him.

Aonung- Let me help.

Neteyam- No! I don't need your help.

Neteyam shoves Aonung away from him and continues trying to remove the branch. Aonung simply scoffs and rolls his eyes, not sure why he tried to help him at all.

He starts walking off, until he hears a snap. He looks back and the large branch is sliding off the roof towards Neteyam who's still adjusting his rope.

Aonung bolts towards the den, yelling at him.

Aonung- Neteyam, move!

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Neteyam looks up just as Aonung shoves him out of the way with a lot of force, making him hit the ground. The branch falls onto Aonung, but he catches it, and his knees bend under the weight. The muscles in his legs flex as he tosses the huge branch aside with a huff.

Neteyam is so in awe he forgets to even get up off the ground. Aonung walks up to him and holds out his hand.

Aonung- You okay?

Neteyam grabs his hand and stands up, looking at the huge branch on the ground behind him. Aonung notices Neteyam still holding onto him, looking sort of out of it.

Aonung- Neteyam?

He finally looks at him, seeming to snap out of his trance. Then he quickly snatches his hand from Aonung and pushes him out of the way as he walks off.

Neteyam- I'm fine.

Aonung watches the boy walk off without a thanks, yet again.

Aonung- You're welcome.

He shakes his head, then suddenly hears someone call his name. He turns around and sees little Tuktirey run up to him.

Tuktirey- You are nice!

Aonung- Huh?

Tuktirey- You saved Neteyam! I saw you!

Aonung shushes Tuktirey while glancing around, then kneels down in front of her.

Tuktirey- Wait till I tell Lo'ak and Kiri. They won't believe it.

Aonung- No, don't do that.

Tuktirey- Why?

Aonung- Your brother is strong, right? Always looking out for you.

Tuktirey- Yeah.

Aonung- Have you ever seen anyone have to save him, before now?

Tuktirey- No. He never needed any help.

Aonung- Well, now he does, but he's not gonna tell you that.

Tuktirey- Why?

Aonung- He doesn't want to seem weak.

Tuktirey frowns.

Tuktirey- But he's not weak.

Aonung sighs. He needs at least one of Neteyam's siblings to understand, and Tuktirey seems like his best option. He gently takes her by the hands, and looks her in the eyes.

Aonung- Listen, everyone has strengths and weaknesses. But their weaknesses don't make them weak, the balance makes them real.

Tuktirey- Makes them true Na'vi.

Aonung- Exactly. I know you and your siblings idolize Neteyam, but no one is perfect.

Tuktirey- Are we causing him trouble?

Aonung- No, but try not to rely on him so much.

Tuktirey- Lo'ak and Kiri too?

Aonung- Yes, all of you, try to be more independent. For Neteyam.

Tuktirey stares into Aonung's eyes, then smiles widely with a giggle.

Aonung- What?

Tuktirey- You're really nice.

A bashful smile begins to creep onto his face. He clears his throat and tries to straighten his face as he stands up. Tuktirey looks up at him happily.

Tuktirey- You're less scary when you smile. Why look so serious all the time?

Aonung goes quiet for a moment, then skips over the question.

Aonung- Just keep this between us okay?

Tuktirey sighs, disappointed by her question being ignored and not being able to tell the others of the kindness she witnessed just now.

Tuktirey- Fine, but you have to hang out with us.

Aonung thinks it over, leaning towards answering "no", until he looks down at Tuktirey giving him her best begging face. 

He rolls his eyes and reluctantly agrees to her request, and she jumps happily then grabs his hand, dragging him back to their lounging spot.

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While Tuktirey pulls him, Aonung notices how different her hands feel compared to Neteyam's. His hands are rough, his skin and other forest Na'vi skin seem to have a rough texture, but Tuktirey's hands are smooth.

Reef Na'vi skin is very smooth, for less resistance as they swim in the water. Tuktirey's skin isn't as smooth as Aonung's, but he thinks she'll probably become a better swimmer than the others.

The small girl abruptly stops, bringing Aonung out of his thoughts. He looks forward and sees what stopped her in her tracks.

Lo'ak and Tsireya are at their lounge spot, alone, making out.

Tuktirey cautiously looks up at Aonung, and watches his rising anger begin to show on his face. She opens her mouth to speak but he heavily walks towards Lo'ak, snatching his hand from the small girl.

He yanks Lo'ak by his braids, causing him to yelp, startling Tsireya. He pulls the boy off of his sister as she protests, and flings him onto the ground.

Tsireya- Aonung, stop it!

He snaps his gaze to his sister, visibly enraged.

Aonung- This is not happening.

When Lo'ak stands to face Aonung, Tsireya gives him a look and holds her hand out, saying she'll handle it.

Tsireya- Aonung, you don't get to decide that.

Aonung- Well I just did.

Tsireya- Do not reject him because he is different.

Aonung- That's not it!

Aonung sighs, frustrated that everyone assumes the only reason he gives the Sullys a hard time is because they're different from him.

Aonung- Lo'ak isn't good for you. He is reckless, and stupid.

Tsireya grabs her brother's hands with an understanding expression, attempting to calm him down.

Tsireya- I know very well how reckless Lo'ak can be.

She exchanges a quick look with Lo'ak and he cautiously goes to her side.

Tsireya- But, he agreed to improve, for me.

Lo'ak nods in agreement, and Aonung looks between the two, his face unchanging.

Aonung- Is that supposed to win me over?

Neteyam- If anyone can keep that skawng on a leash, it's Tsireya.

The three turn and see Neteyam approaching with Tuktirey by his side. Aonung faces him, matching the confidence in his tone.

Aonung- Lo'ak is not fit for my sister.

Neteyam- Are you implying that my family isn't good enough for you?

Aonung- Take it however you want, but I stand by what I said.

Tsireya watches the boys with worry, but before things escalate their parents come calling them. They all turn in the direction of the calls and see Ronal's arm around Kiri, followed by Jake, Neytiri, Tonowari, and Rotxo.

The teens stand in confusion as their parents stand before them with a hint of excitement on their faces.

Ronal removes her arm from Kiri, while Neytiri rubs the girl's shoulder for comfort.

She beckons her son forward and looks him in the eyes with a soft smile, slightly stepping off to the side, while Neytiri gently makes Kiri step forward.

Aonung looks between the two with confusion apparent on his face.

Ronal- Aonung, this girl has an incredible connection to Eywa.

Her son glances at Kiri then back at her.

Ronal- She is also a beauty, no?

Ronal looks at Neytiri and she smiles, but Aonung, and everyone else, is still confused. His mother places a hand on his shoulder.

Ronal- My son, I believe Kiri would be a great Tsahìk for you.

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Aonung's eyes widen, filled entirely with shock at his mothers words.

Lo'ak- That's too bad, Aonung doesn't approve of us. But if that's the offer I might just agree with him.

Jake- Watch your mouth, boy.

Lo'ak steps back, cautious of his father's threatening tone. Tonowari walks up to his son and his mate takes a step back. He looks down at Aonung, and the boy tenses up a bit.

Tonowari- Is this true? Do you still despise them, even after what I've told you?

Aonung glances around, afraid to even try to give his explanation. Tonowari grabs his son's bond with a firm grip, showing his impatience, and the boy winces but holds himself tall and strong.

Ronal frowns in disapproval. She isn't very fond of her mate's actions, but won't dare speak against him in public.

Aonung- No, sir. I don't.

His father still holds on, not fully convinced.

Aonung- I followed your words. It's behind me.

Tonowari releases the boy, and steps aside with a slight nod. Aonung glances at the other teens, but is still standing strong and ignoring the uncomfortable feeling lingering in his bond.

Ronal- Before you decide how you feel, give Kiri a chance.

He nods, and Neytiri and Ronal are both visibly happy.

Ronal- Why don't you and Kiri go for a stroll together?

The boy nods once again and holds his arm out for Kiri to hold onto. She glances at her mother, who motions for her to go ahead. She holds onto his arm and the two begin to walk off along the beach.

Ronal, Neytiri, and Tonowari leave in the other direction with Tuktirey in tow, and Tsireya following behind, asking questions. Jake stays behind and looks at his sons. He can tell neither of them like what's happening. Especially Neteyam, who looks far more enraged than he would normally let on.

The older boy storms up to his father, and shocks both him and Lo'ak.

Neteyam- Why would you let them set Kiri up with him?

Lo'ak- That bitch doesn't even like us.

Jake would normally scold them for speaking to him this way, but he understands their concern and lets their behavior slide. He holds a hand up for them to hold their tongue.

Jake- Ronal came to us with this proposal. It's of the highest honor to have them request our daughter to be the next Tsahìk.

Lo'ak- But Aonung is a jerk.

Jake- Aonung is the next chief, you need to learn to respect him.

Lo'ak- He doesn't respect us. That's why he used to pick on Kiri.

Neteyam- I can't believe Kiri even went along with this.

Jake- Kiri understands responsibility and respect. She's mature, you could learn a thing or two from her.

Neteyam shakes head with a short hiss, then turns and walks off. Jake looks down at Lo'ak, who is also a bit taken aback by the usually calm boy being so quick tempered.

Jake- Did something happen to him today?

Lo'ak- Not that I know of.

Jake looks off in the direction Neteyam went, feeling a bit worried for his oldest son.

Jake- Keep an eye on him.

Lo'ak- I'm sure it's nothing he can't handle.

Jake looks back at his younger son and repeats himself sternly.

Jake- Keep an eye on him. Understand?

Lo'ak nods his head and Jake leaves to rejoin Neytiri and the others.

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As eclipse approaches and the sky begins to darken, Aonung finds him and Kiri a spot to relax on a cliff facing the ocean.

They walk up to some large rocks, and Aonung points out one Kiri can sit on. He allows her to sit first, then places himself next to her, looking out at the ocean.

Kiri has been observing the marine boy's new behavior. In her eyes it's like he went from jerk to gentleman.

She didn't protest the arrangement only because she assumed he would never actually go through with it. Now, she isn't sure how to react.

As he watches the sea, Kiri watches him. Their walk has been uncomfortably quiet, but he hasn't acted like it's bothering him.

Kiri- You're not really thinking of doing this are you?

Aonung- I'm only doing what I have to.

The boy doesn't bother to face her when he speaks. She notices how he keeps clenching his jaw tightly. He's been doing it through their walk every few minutes.

Kiri- You don't have to do this. Your mother is giving you a choice.

Aonung- And I choose what she expects of me.

Kiri rolls her eyes at Aonung's stubbornness.

Kiri- Okay, well, I'm not doing it, so I guess you'll just have to be a disappointment.

Aonung finally looks at her, though she isn't sure what the disbelief in his face is for.

Kiri- You didn't think I was just gonna go with it, did you? I have a choice too.

Aonung- So you choose to shame your family.

Kiri- My family will understand. How yours feels about you isn't my problem.

Aonung- This isn't just about me, it's about the clan.

Kiri- Well the clan can suck it up, because there's no way in hell I'm mating with you. I can't even believe you considered it, after the way you treated me.

Aonung averts his gaze, not bothering to respond.

Kiri- Oh now you wanna get quiet? Tell me, what kind of guy gangs up on a girl who's all alone.

Aonung- The kind that wants to teach her to defend herself, and stop relying so much on others to fight her battles for her.

He abruptly stands, and looks down at Kiri.

Aonung- I changed my mind. You aren't fit to lead this clan, you can't even protect yourself.

Kiri stands and faces Aonung, determined.

Kiri- Yes I can.

Aonung- Then why don't you? Why do you always run to your brother?

Kiri- My brothers promised to always be there when I need help.

Aonung- Tuk needing help, I understand, but you and especially Lo'ak should both be able to take care of yourselves.

Kiri- Who are you to decide when we can ask for help?

Aonung- If you want help then just ask your damn parents! Why burden Neteyam with all your problems, he's just a kid too!

Kiri almost lets out a remark, but pauses at the mention of her big brother's name.

Kiri- Neteyam. This is about Neteyam?

Kiri scoffs, and the realization that he's fussing at her over the one sibling of hers he actually listens to.

Kiri- So that's it. You hate us because you think we're burdening Neteyam? He's our brother, helping us is just what he does.

Aonung- He's always helping you guys, but do you ever help him?

Kiri- If he needs help he'll probably go to mom or dad, they'd be better for it than us.

Aonung- Are you certain he asks for help when he needs it?

Kiri- Why do you care? Neteyam doesn't even like you.

Aonung- We are alike.

Kiri- I don't see it. All I see is a jerk who just called his siblings a burden. If he knew that he'd probably really hate you.

Aonung- I didn't think you were spiteful.

Kiri- I'm not, but you just pissed me off.

Kiri suddenly smirks, looking past Aonung.

Kiri- I think we're done here.

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Aonung looks behind him and sees Neteyam step right up to him. He takes a step away, giving himself more space.

Neteyam- Kiri, go back to the den. You aren't going to be mated to him.

Kiri nods then jogs back towards the base of the cliff and back to the beach. Aonung watches Kiri disappear into the forest on her way back, then turns back to Neteyam and is met with his lips.

This time, though still shocked, Aonung pulls Neteyam off of him. Holding him back by his shoulders.

Aonung- You said you wouldn't do it again.

Neteyam- I couldn't help it. I heard everything you said.

Aonung- And you aren't mad? I called your siblings a burden.

Neteyam- I am mad. Mad that I don't think I care.

He releases his grip on Neteyam, then sits down, patting the spot next to him. Neteyam sits down and sighs.

Neteyam- No one has ever gone out of their way to look out for me like that. I mean, you've saved me twice now.

Aonung- Without thanks.

Neteyam chuckles softly then looks at Aonung with a thankful expression.

Neteyam- I didn't want to accept your help, I didn't want to need it.

Aonung- I know. I told you, we're more alike than you think.

The marine boy lets a small smile slip onto his face without noticing, and it causes Neteyam to smile too.

Neteyam- I misjudged you.

Aonung- Most people do.

Neteyam- Does this mean you'll leave my siblings alone?

Aonung- And let them wear you down? No. They need to learn no-

Neteyam- Not to rely on me so much, I know.

Aonung- Just until you can actually handle yourself here, then you can baby them as much as you want.

Neteyam- So, you'll help me?

Aonung- On one condition. You stop swooping in like the hero.

Neteyam- As long as you don't take things too far, we have a deal.

Neteyam holds out his hand and they shake, sealing their deal, then sit silently watching the waves.

Aonung begins to glance at the forest boy, observing the luminescence of his golden eyes in the dark. Before he's caught staring, though, he turns his attention back towards the sea.

The two boys continue watching the ocean together until it gets late enough for their parents to start wondering where they are.

The next day, the Sully's and the Metkayina kids are gathered in the same cliff spot Neteyam and Aonung were in the night before. They're sitting in a circle, except for Aonung who's sitting against a rock on the sidelines.

With the whole mate arrangement situation done, everyone is relaxed, and in a pleasant mood.

As promised, Neteyam and his siblings are teaching them their soothing song from the cave. Lo'ak has a drum, set in front of him, and Rotxo watches him closely.

Neteyam- Before we break things down, we'll show you the full demonstration. Tuk will be our dancer.

Tuk- But I wanted to see you dance.

Neteyam- Maybe another time, okay?

Tuk- Okay. I am pretty good at it anyway.

Tuktirey stands and Tsireya and Rotxo glance at each other in excitement.

Neteyam- When someone is dancing, we form a half circle, to give them space.

The eager teens nod and they move with the Sullys to sit in a curved row, facing Tuktirey.

As the Sullys begin to harmonize, Lo'ak simultaneously starts beating the drum, and the small girl begins her dance. Slowly at first through Neteyam's verse, then quicker through the drum solo.

Aonung sits with his arms crossed, impressed by Tuktirey's skill, but mostly by their harmony together. It's satisfying to hear, and to watch. It almost brings a smile to his face.

Once the song is over, and the small dancer bows, Tsireya and Rotxo clap enthusiastically for her performance.

Tsireya- You dance so gracefully, Tuk.

Tuktirey- I can teach you.

Kiri- Let's teach them the actual song first, Tuk.

Tuktirey- I can do that too.

They each laugh at her confidence. Neteyam glances at Aonung sitting on the side. He looks at Tsireya and gestures over to her brother.

Neteyam- Tell him to join us.

Lo'ak- You're kidding, right?

Kiri- We promised Tsireya and Rotxo we would teach them, Aonung clearly doesn't want anything to do with it.

Neteyam- It takes at least three to harmonize.

Kiri- Well I'm not teaching him. I'll teach Tsireya.

Tuktirey- Oh me too!

Lo'ak- I got Rotxo.

Neteyam shakes his head at his siblings, but also understands the reason for their dislike. He looks at Aonung and waves him over. The marine boy shakes his head and stays put.

Neteyam- (sighs) You guys get started, I'll go handle him.

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While his siblings teach the other two their parts, Neteyam strolls over to Aonung and places himself next to the boy, mimicking his position.

Neteyam- Why so standoffish?

Aonung- I'm fine over here.

Neteyam- You don't want to learn the song?

Aonung- I don't want to intrude on their fun.

Aonung observes Tsireya and Rotxo having fun as they learn the vocals from the Sully siblings.

Neteyam thinks for a moment, then stands from his spot, and holds a hand out. Aonung looks up at him.

Aonung- Did you not hear what I said?

Neteyam- Did you not hear what I said last night? I don't care how they feel about you, they don't know you.

Aonung sits, still hesitant to join the others. He doesn't want to come in between Neteyam and his siblings.

Neteyam- Come on.

After another moment of thinking, he finally decides to take Neteyam's hand, letting the boy pull him to the others.

Tsireya and Tuktirey smile when Neteyam rejoins them with Aonung. But Lo'ak and Kiri glance at each other, displeased.

Rotxo gives Aonung an awkward greeting, and Aonung simply nods in response.

Neteyam sits on his knees and motions for Aonung to do the same in front of him. The boy sits awkwardly in front of Neteyam, noticing the others' eyes on him.

Neteyam- Sit up straight, and focus.

Aonung does as he's told, occasionally glancing at the others who have stopped practicing, to watch him.

Neteyam- Relax, and let your voice flow. Take a breath, and follow me.

The forest boy begins to vocalize, letting his voice flow smoothly. He looks at Aonung, waiting for him to join in. Aonung takes a shaky breath, but pauses, once again looking at the others watching him.

He only looks back at Neteyam once the boy's voice cuts off.

Neteyam- Hey, relax.

Lo'ak smirks, thinking Aonung's nervous behavior is amusing. The marine boy feels his face suddenly warming abnormally. He holds his head down, staring at the ground.

Neteyam- Aonung.

He looks up at Neteyam's very focused face.

Neteyam- Are you shy?

When Aonung averts his eyes, that confirms it.

Lo'ak suddenly starts laughing, and both Neteyam and Aonung look at him a bit annoyed.

Lo'ak- The tough future chief is afraid of a little audience? How the hell are you supposed to lead like that?

Tsireya- Lo'ak.

Aonung- I'm working on it.

Neteyam looks at Aonung, shocked the boy even bothered to answer. He notes the angered expression, and chalks Aonung's shyness up as a touchy subject.

Lo'ak- Oh you're working on it? Here let me help you.

Lo'ak covers his own eyes, unable to contain his laughter, and Kiri can't help but giggle at the gesture. Their baby sister frowns at them.

Tuktirey- That's mean, Lo.

Tsireya- Lo'ak, stop this.

The young Sully boy holds his hands down with a giggle and sees Aonung's enraged glare, which makes his smile grow wider.

Lo'ak- Uh oh! Look, he's mad!

Kiri- (laughs)

Lo'ak- Wait, let me turn around so you can hit me without getting nervous, oh great shy one.

The two Sullys laugh hysterically, until Aonung tackles Lo'ak and drags him up from his spot, flinging him into a large rock. The sudden action makes Tuktirey flinch, and Tsireya holds the small girl close.

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The two boys continue punching each other and throwing each other around. Neteyam watches, unsure of what to do. Protect his brother, or protect the true victim of the situation.

Kiri- Neteyam, do something!

His sister pulls him out of his thoughts and he quickly jumps up, having just made his decision.

Lo'ak has Aonung pinned down onto a rock, but just as he pulls his arm back to punch the marine boy, Neteyam shoves his brother off of him with full force.

He stands tall in front of Aonung, facing his brother.

The others are in awed by the action. Lo'ak looks at his big brother with disbelief, while Aonung stands up, catching his breath.

Lo'ak- What're you doing? Defending this jerk?

Neteyam- You were being an ass.

Lo'ak- So you're taking his side? After the way he treated us?

Neteyam- Yes.

A hand is placed on Neteyam's shoulder, and as he turns around, he's met with a punch so hard it knocks him to the ground. He leans up, wiping the blood on his lip, and looks up at Aonung in shock.

Aonung- Don't defend me.

With that, the marine boy storms off, back into the forest leading down the cliff. Lo'ak looks at his brother pulling himself off the ground.

Lo'ak- And you sided with him.

Neteyam ignores Lo'ak and they both walk back over to the others. Tsireya shakes her head, angered. She lets go of Tuktirey and stands, earning everyone's attention.

Tsireya- I am disappointed in you, Lo'ak. You promised me you would give him a chance.

Lo'ak holds his head down, finally feeling a pang of guilt.

Tsireya- You too, Kiri. How could you encourage the teasing, knowing exactly how it feels.

Kiri looks off to the side, trying to pretend she doesn't care.

Tsireya- And Rotxo.

She says his name with a hiss, and he immediately feels his guilt growing.

Tsireya- Aonung is your best friend. How could you let them do that to him?

Her voice sounds more hurt than angry, which makes Rotxo feel even worse.

Tsireya- Do you not care for him anymore? After all you have been through together?

Rotxo feels his heart drop at the mention of a certain event from their past. He can feel a mixture of emotions beginning to surface, but he doesn't want them to show on his face. He quickly stands and leaves the group.

Tsireya sighs, so overwhelmingly angry it causes tears to fall upon her face. Tuktirey grabs her hand.

Lo'ak- I'm so sorry, Tsireya.

Tsireya- Just fix this, please. I hate helplessly watching you guys fight with my brother.

Lo'ak and Kiri exchange looks, both knowing they were wrong.

Kiri- Don't worry, we will fix this.

Lo'ak- I'll go find Aonung.

Neteyam- No.

They each look at Neteyam, who finally decided to speak.

Neteyam- Go find Rotxo, I'll talk to Aonung.

Lo'ak nods, and both boys leave the cliff, and head back down to the beach.

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While Lo'ak strays away from his brother, looking for Rotxo within the village, Neteyam walks along the beach. He isn't sure why he feels so strongly that Aonung is there, but he still follows his instinct.

Soon he spots the marine boy in the water with his Ilu. Neteyam internally thanks his own instincts.

When he hears someone entering the water, Aonung looks to the shore, and sees Neteyam walking towards him. He continues to pet his Ilu, and Neteyam stops next to him, waist deep in the water.

Neteyam observes Aonung as he focuses his attention on his Ilu like the forest boy isn't standing there.

After admiring Aonung's long eyelashes, Neteyam taps the boy's arm.

Neteyam- Aonung.

Aonung turns to face Neteyam with a sigh.

Neteyam- Gonna tell me why I got punched in the face earlier?

Aonung- You shouldn't have sided with me. I don't want to come between you and your siblings.

Neteyam- Lo'ak needed to know he was wrong.

Aonung- Yes, on his own. We agreed you wouldn't play the hero.

Neteyam- So I was supposed to just let you two try to kill each other?

Aonung- Lo'ak is a skxawng, but I do think he is capable of knowing if he's right or wrong on his own. Even if it takes him longer than it should to find out.

Neteyam- Why do you get to teach him that?

Aonung- I'm not teaching him anything, just exposing him to an opportunity to learn.

Aonung releases his Ilu and the creature swims off to join its fellow Ilu. Neteyam looks up at the sky and sees eclipse approaching.

Neteyam- It's getting late.

Aonung- Sit on the beach with me.

Neteyam's face lights up, and Aonung smirks as they both head to the shore and sit comfortably on the sand.

Night falls, and the stars are suddenly decorating the sky. Neteyam turns his gaze from the stars to their reflection in Aonung's eyes.

Neteyam- Aonung, are we friends?

The marine boy looks at him, the stars still shining in his eyes.

Aonung- I don't know.

Neteyam- I thought it was a pretty simple question.

Aonung- You kissed me, twice. Nothing is simple about that.

Aonung's face now holds confliction. The forest boy's actions threw him for a loop.

Aonung- Even after you explained your actions, you never really elaborated on that.

Neteyam- It's a kiss, that should explain itself.

Aonung- It should, but it doesn't. 

Neteyam hints the change in Aonung's tone, but he doesn't recognize it.

Neteyam- Have you never been kissed before?

Aonung pauses for a moment, then looks back at the stars.

Aonung- I have.

Neteyam- Really?! Who was it? Have we met?

Aonung finds Neteyam's curiosity amusing, but a bad memory kills the smile that had only just begun to show on his face.

Aonung- I don't want to talk about it.

Neteyam holds any more questions to himself, sensing from Aonung's tone that it's a bad subject. Assuming that it was some sort of failed relationship, he decides to make his intentions clear.

Neteyam- Aonung.

He calls his name softly, and Aonung looks at him.

Neteyam- I find you very attractive.

The boy blinks twice, caught completely off guard by the sudden compliment.

Aonung- Where did that come from?

Neteyam- I just thought you should know. So you won't have any confusion when I kiss you again.

Aonung- Again?

Neteyam pulls Aonung's face right onto his own, locking their lips for just a short moment before pulling away and observing the marine boy's startled face.

He lets his hand linger on Aonung's face, caressing his smooth skin.

Aonung- What do you like so much about me?

Neteyam- Have you seen yourself?

They both pause for a minute before laughing, and Aonung takes the hand that held his face.

Aonung- I'm serious.

Neteyam watches Aonung begin to observe his hand, completely distracted from the topic for a moment. He smiles at the marine boy's fascination.

Neteyam- Other than your pretty face . . .

He draws Aonung's attention back up to him.

Neteyam- And your strong physique . . .

Neteyam squeezes Aonung's biceps, which brings a smirk to his face.

Neteyam- I think it's your pure kindness. A hidden trait that isn't easily found. I like that the most.

Aonung smiles at his answer, then looks back up at the sky.

Neteyam- So, are we friends, or . . . ?

Aonung glances at the forest boy with a smirk, then stands from his spot. He motions for Neteyam to stand too, and the boy does so, only to be swept up by Aonung's strong arms.

Neteyam is shocked by the sudden action, but doesn't get the chance to relax before something else happens. Aonung tosses the golden eyed boy into the water, and he shouts at him.

He resurfaces and looks at the shore to fuss at Aonung, but he isn't there. Then those blue eyes are suddenly inches away from his own as Aonung rises out of the water, and brings their lips together.

Unlike Neteyam, Aonung's kiss is soft and sweet, instead of hot and spicy. He enjoys it, and smiles when they separate.

Neteyam- So, does this mean what I think it means?

Aonung splashes water into Neteyam's face and starts swimming back to shore.

Neteyam- Come on, Aonung, what are we?

Aonung- Don't make me say it.

The forest boy smiles with a slight shake of his head, thinking Aonung's shy side is cute.

The two make their way back onto the beach, and take a stroll down the shore under the sea of stars together, occasionally pushing the other into the water.

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As the stars decorate the sky, Lo'ak finally finds Rotxo, sitting under a tree on the edge of the village.

He has his knees pulled to his chest, curled up watching the ocean. Lo'ak sits next to him and leans back on his hands, looking out at the ocean as well.

Lo'ak- I noticed you curl up like that every time something's wrong.

Rotxo looks at himself, realizing the position he's in.

Rotxo- Oh . . . It's just an old habit I can't break.

Lo'ak- Why would you?

The smaller boy goes silent and Lo'ak takes that as his cue to leave the subject alone.

Lo'ak- What are you thinking about?

Rotxo sighs and buries his head into his arms.

Lo'ak- Come on, bro, don't leave me here to worry. You never voice what you're feeling, you just curl up and shut down. How am I supposed to help if you do that?

The smaller boy slowly lifts his head and looks at Lo'ak.

Rotxo- I want to apologize to Aonung, but he probably hates me.

Lo'ak- Look, I've hated him since the day we met, but I could still see he was good to you. You're his best friend right?

Rotxo- Yeah. 

Lo'ak- Then if you apologize, he'll accept.

Rotxo lifts his head up a little more, Lo'ak's words giving him some confidence.

Rotxo- He's not a bad guy, you know. Just hard for some people to understand.

Lo'ak- I hate complicated things.

Rotxo- Really? Because you and Tsireya's relationship looks complicated to me.

Lo'ak groans at the mention of his demanding girlfriend, making Rotxo laugh.

Lo'ak- I know she's doing it for my own good, but . . .

Rotxo looks the boy in the eyes, anticipating what he'll say.

Lo'ak- Something about changing myself just doesn't feel right. I feel like I've been kept on a leash too long already.

Rotxo- You want to let your wild side roam.

Lo'ak looks at Rotxo, happily surprised he understands his dilemma.

Lo'ak- Yeah, at least just a little.

Rotxo- Then let's do it.

Lo'ak- Do what?

Rotxo- Go wild, just for a bit.

Lo'ak- You'll do it with me?

The smaller boy nods, and Lo'ak jumps up from his spot.

Lo'ak- Time to break some rules, bro.

Rotxo stands up, feeling a rush of excitement.

Lo'ak- What should we do?

Rotxo- Go for a ride.

Lo'ak- Hell yeah. Where should we go?

Rotxo- Wherever we want.

Lo'ak- Beyond the reef?

Rotxo- Let's do it.

Lo'ak- Yes.

Rotxo- But, we have to get back before daybreak.

Lo'ak nods, then the two boys make their way down to the beach, avoiding the sight of others. They head waist deep into the water, and softly call for their Ilu. The creatures show up shortly after.

With smiles on their faces, they glance at each other, feeling pumped for what they're about to do. But a voice suddenly drops a bomb on their excitement.

Neteyam- And where are you two going?

The younger boys look back and see Aonung standing with his arms crossed, and Neteyam leaning on his shoulder with a smirk on his face.

They exchange a nervous look.

Lo'ak- Uh, just-

Neteyam- Save it. Just get off the Ilu before you get yourselves into some serious trouble.

Aonung clears his throat, and locks eyes with Neteyam, then the forest boy rolls his eyes and leans off of him.

Neteyam- Fine. Why are you sneaking off?

Lo'ak- I need some freedom.

Neteyam- And Rotxo?

Rotxo- I just wanted to do something fun.

The smaller boy looks at Aonung nervously.

Rotxo- I'm sorry, by the way, Aonung. For the way I acted towards you, forgive me.

Aonung approaches them, relaxing his arms.

Aonung- It's okay, bro. I was never mad at you for it.

Neteyam looks at Lo'ak and gestures to Aonung.

Lo'ak- Uh, me too, Aonung. About the teasing, I'm sorry. Kiri is too.

Aonung nods, and exchanges a glance with the older forest boy who's smiling. Rotxo also smiles, happy they seem to be getting along.

Aonung enters the water and softly calls for his Ilu.

Neteyam- What are you doing?

His Ilu swims up to him, and he rubs its snout.

Aonung- Going with, obviously.

Neteyam- Yes, but why is the question.

Aonung- To make sure these two don't do anything too stupid out there.

Rotxo chuckles softly, and Aonung smiles at him, glad their friendship is back to normal.

Neteyam- I just want you all to know, this whole idea is stupid.

Lo'ak- But you're coming anyway.

Neteyam- Damn straight.

Neteyam calls for his Ilu, and when it appears he makes the connection and gets on its back.

They all look at each other from the backs of their Ilu, before deciding to really move forward.

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As they approach the edge of the reef, the creatures dive underwater, to avoid being spotted. Once they make it out, they resurface, and the boys laugh, feeling a rush of adrenaline.

Rotxo- What now?

Lo'ak- Let's race.

Aonung- To the Three Brothers?

Lo'ak- Hell yeah.

Neteyam- Loser has to kiss Lo'ak's ass.

Rotxo- What if Lo'ak loses?

Aonung- He'll have to kiss his own ass.

Lo'ak- Bro, what the fuck?

Neteyam- Better hope you don't lose, Lo.

They laugh at each others' utter nonsense, then Aonung begins the countdown for their race.

Aonung- Pxey, mune, 'aw.

Aonung makes a triple clicking noise, signaling the start of the race, and telling his Ilu to dive. The others follow his actions quickly, none of them wanting to lose.

They reach the Three Brothers shore, Aonung first, Rotxo second, Neteyam third, and Lo'ak last. The boys run up onto the rocky beach, chasing the loser. Neteyam catches up to him and pulls his tail, stopping him.

He holds it up as Lo'ak turns to face him, and the other two run up to them, laughing.

Neteyam- Since you can't reach your ass, how's this?

Lo'ak snatches his tail back and rolls his eyes.

Lo'ak- Very funny.

Aonung- I have an idea.

Aonung steps over to Lo'ak and slaps the boy's leg with his tail, making him wince at the slight sting.

Aonung- Dance, forest boy.

He repeats the action, and Rotxo joins in, making Lo'ak jump around and attempt to run away from them. Neteyam doubles over, laughing hysterically at how ridiculous his brother looks.

They continue this fun for a short while, then stop to catch their breath while sitting at the shore. Lo'ak rubs the sides of his legs, still feeling the sting from the many times he was hit.

Lo'ak- Your tails are strong as hell, bro.

Rotxo- Yours are just really weak. What are those things even for?

Lo'ak- Balance, mainly.

Aonung looks down at Neteyam's tail, resting in the sand next to him. He reaches for it, but stops and looks up into the blue boy's eyes.

Aonung- May I?

Neteyam- Sure, just don't pull it, or you'll lose your hand.

Aonung- Lose my hand?

Neteyam half snarls at Aonung, showing his teeth. Implying he'll bite off the hand that pulls his tail. Aonung takes note of that, and lifts the thin limb in his hand. He trails it to the end and feels the fluff of fur.

With a small smile, Neteyam watches him lose himself in his fascination again, moving his tail around and observing it from base to end. 

Lo'ak and Rotxo observe the two, then glance at each other wondering the same thing.

Rotxo- Since when are you two so close?

The smaller boy's question pulls Aonung out of his fascination, and he faces him.

Aonung- What?

Lo'ak- Neteyam doesn't let anyone touch his tail. He bit me the last time I did, and that was an accident.

Aonung glances back at Neteyam for help, but he just sits silently. When he turns back around, Lo'ak is leaning closer into his face with an accusing look. The marine boy flinches back, and Lo'ak starts sniffing him.

Neteyam snickers as his brother sniff-checks Aonung's face, jaw, and neck. He stiffens, highly confused by the intense sniffing Lo'ak is doing.

When the younger boy finally pulls back, he squints his eyes at him.

Aonung- What was that for?

Lo'ak- Tey likes to snuggle, but I don't smell him on you.

Lo'ak sits back down, and notices the very smug look on his big brother's face. His hunch was right.

Lo'ak- You gotta be kidding me, bro. Him?

Rotxo- What? What about him?

Rotxo looks between the two Sullys, confused.

Lo'ak- The reason you took his side?

Neteyam- You were actually wrong, but yeah.

Lo'ak- But still, why him?

Rotxo- Lo'ak.

Rotxo whines, and Lo'ak looks at his smaller friend with a sigh.

Lo'ak- I stole Aonung's sister, so he stole my brother.

Rotxo tilts his head to the side.

Rotxo- What?

Lo'ak- They're dating, bro!

Rotxo- Ooooh! Man, I really picked the wrong time to give him the silent treatment. I could've already known.

Neteyam- Well now you both know.

Aonung- Keep this between us only, okay?

Neteyam looks at the marine boy, a bit concerned.

Aonung- Just to deter any trouble.

Neteyam- Trouble?

Rotxo- Mo'dan.

Lo'ak- Who?

Rotxo- You don't want him to find out, trust me.

Neteyam- Who is he?

Aonung- An old friend. But swear to me you three will keep this to yourselves.

The Sully boys nod, and Aonung visibly relaxes.

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Before long, they head back into the water, calling their Ilu, then make their way back to the reef.

Just as daylight begins to show itself, the four boys reach the shore. They're later than they wanted to be, so they quickly run onto the beach, hoping they didn't cause any panic with their absence.

However, as they enter the village, and look around, they notice there isn't a person in sight.

Nobody was on the beach either, and the reef Na'vi are early risers. Normally they would've already been working.

The boys exchange worried looks, thinking the same thing. Their absence must've caused a panic. A big one.

Aonung- My father must've sent out every warrior in the village.

Neteyam- Our parents are probably with yours, we need to find them so they'll call off the search.

Aonung- Follow me.

Aonung leads the other boys to his den, walking through many empty pathways. Along the way, Lo'ak notices the many empty dens, making him skeptical of something else.

When they reach the home of the Olo'eyktan, it's completely empty, and Aonung begins to search the place frantically.

Aonung- Father?! Mother?! Tsireya?!

After checking every room, he runs back up to the others with panic all over his face.

Aonung- No one is here.

Lo'ak- There wasn't a soul in either of the dens we passed either.

The marine boy rushes out of the den, muttering under his breath.

The others follow him, as he searches dens, then eventually find themselves back on the beach.

Aonung- Tsireya! Anyone?!

Lo'ak- Kiri! Tuk!

Neteyam watches the boys call for their families who are clearly not there. He walks up to both of them, placing a firm hand on a shoulder of each.

Neteyam- Guys, no one is here. The entire village is empty.

Aonung takes a deep breath, restoring his composure, and Neteyam lets go of him with a nod. But Lo'ak still looks worried. Neteyam gently pulls Lo'ak's forehead onto his.

Neteyam- We will be alright. We'll find out what's going on, okay?

Lo'ak nods gently, appreciating the reassurance, then Neteyam releases him and turns to Aonung.

Neteyam- We need to really scope this place out, and look for anything that might give us a clue to what happened here.

Aonung- What could we possibly find? Everything looks the way it was before. Minus the lack of Na'vi.

Neteyam- I'm a good tracker, let me show you how it's done.

Lo'ak- Rotxo?

The two older boys look at their smaller friend, trembling and taking sharp breaths. Aonung quickly takes the boy into his arms, and Rotxo latches onto him tightly, burying his face.

Aonung- Neteyam and I will get to the bottom of this. So I need you to stay calm, Rotxo. Can you do that for me?

Rotxo nods slightly, and Aonung pulls him back, giving him a determined look.

Aonung- We will figure this out.

The boy nods in response again, calmed just the slightest. Aonung leads him over to a pile of seashells and the boy sits down with his knees to his chest. He rubs Rotxo's head, then turns to Lo'ak.

Aonung- Stay here, Neteyam and I will look for clues.

Lo'ak- Let me he-

Aonung- No!

Both Sullys slightly flinch. Neteyam looks at Lo'ak and shakes his head.

Aonung- You will stay right here with Rotxo, and you will not leave him alone.

Lo'ak gives his brother another look and he nods in response.

Lo'ak- Okay. I got it.

As the older two walk off, Lo'ak sits next to his still trembling friend.

Neteyam walks right on the edge of the beach, observing the water as it comes up to his feet in waves. Aonung just waits quietly, watching the boy with such a focused expression.

Suddenly he stops, and looks out at the creatures swimming around.

Neteyam- There are many of them.

Aonung- Yes, but that's normal.

Neteyam- Exactly.

Neteyam can see the confusion on the marine boy's face.

Neteyam- Every Na'vi is gone, but these creatures they're bonded to are still here. Meaning-

Aonung- They left on land. You really are a good tracker.

Neteyam nods in agreement, and looks out to the horizon. Then he turns and faces the village.

Neteyam- The jungles behind here, that has to be where they went.

Aonung- Okay, but why would they leave in the first place?

Neteyam- We can ask them once we find them.

While Neteyam and Aonung continue to look around, Lo'ak remains next to Rotxo, worried for him. He's still trembling, and taking short breaths.

Lo'ak places a hand on his shoulder, accidentally startling the boy.

Lo'ak- Sorry.

Rotxo- It's fine.

He tries to look Rotxo in the eyes, but the smaller boy's eyes are darting around, panicked.

Lo'ak- Rotxo, what is wrong with you?

He finally focuses his attention on Lo'ak, before averting his eyes and holding his head low.

Rotxo- I . . .

He takes a shaky breath, and Lo'ak begins to rub his back, attempting to comfort him.

Rotxo- I was alone. Fending for myself, for a long time, before Aonung found me.

Lo'ak sits speechless, then the smaller boy looks at him once again.

Rotxo- That life nearly killed me . . . It left me like this.

He holds out his shaking hands then tucks them back to his chest. Lo'ak's hand slows to a halt.

Lo'ak- We aren't going anywhere, bro. You won't be alone again, I swear it.

Rotxo- We are already alone.

Lo'ak- We have each other, alright? We've got each other's backs.

Rotxo- (sighs)

Lo'ak- Just trust me. Neteyam won't let anything happen to us, and you know Aonung won't either.

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The two older boys return, just as Rotxo is beginning to calm down. Aonung has some roasted fish hooked to his side, and his spear in hand.

Lo'ak stands up, eager to hear the news, good or bad.

Lo'ak- So?

Neteyam- They went into the trees. We need to hurry and catch up to them.

Neteyam taps his brother's shoulder, signaling to follow him as he starts walking to the land half of the village. Lo'ak follows, and Aonung helps Rotxo up and they follow as well.

Walking through the empty homes unsettles Rotxo, giving him flashbacks. But Aonung keeps a hand on his shoulder, so he can keep him out of his head.

Once they reach the edge of the village and enter the jungles, the Metkayina boys take in the unfamiliar environment. Tall trees, dense bush, and an abundance of noises made by the many inhabiting creatures.

The Sully boys instinctively adjust their movements to maneuver through the jungle grounds with ease. Aonung and Rotxo on the other hand are, in one word, clumsy.

After hours of traveling, the noise from their clumsy maneuvering grows louder. Neteyam can no longer stand the access noise being created behind him.

He stops and snaps his head back, irritated by the lack of stealth. Lo'ak stops near him and turns around as well.

Aonung and Rotxo are a bit behind, and Rotxo trips just as Aonung notices they're being watched.

As Lo'ak goes to help Rotxo up, Aonung clumsily makes his way over to Neteyam.

Neteyam- You guys are too loud. If we keep this up, predators are sure to come our way.

Aonung- It's almost eclipse, Neteyam. Rotxo is tired.

Neteyam looks up at the darkening sky. He was so intent on finding their families he hadn't let them stop to rest.

Neteyam- We'll rest here for the night then.

Aonung looks at the dense bush on the ground around them. Then the blue boy lifts his face up by the chin, making him look up into the trees.

Neteyam- Up there.

Lo'ak walks up to one specific tree, and his brother walks up to one across from it.

Lo'ak- This one is good.

Neteyam- So is this one.

The Metkayina boys exchange a glance, wondering how they could tell a "good" tree from a "bad" one.

Neteyam- Rotxo will bunk with Lo'ak, but we must first get him up there.

The older Sully gestures to the top of the tree and Lo'ak immediately begins to climb it. Neteyam takes two fish from Aonung, attaching them to his side. Then he kneels in front of Rotxo with his back to him.

He climbs onto Neteyam's back, wrapping his arms and legs around him tightly as he stands from the ground.

Neteyam- Hold on tight.

Rotxo tightens his grip even more as Neteyam starts scaling the same tree as Lo'ak. Once he reaches the top, Lo'ak pulls Rotxo off of Neteyam's back and onto the tree.

He looks down at the flat surface, then looks up at the branches of the tree curving around them.

Neteyam hands Lo'ak the fish, while Rotxo sits down and finally seems to relax.

As eclipse brings night, Aonung watches Neteyam climb about halfway down the tree, then jump to the ground landing skillfully. He stands and confidently walks over to the marine boy.

Neteyam- Your turn.

Aonung- You planning to carry me?

Neteyam- No, you're gonna climb your strong ass up there. Follow my lead.

Neteyam takes Aonung's spear and straps it to his back, then walks up to the tree he picked out. He positions himself to start climbing, and Aonung copies him.

He follows his every move as they scale the tree, and finally reach the top.

Aonung peeks through the branches and sees Lo'ak and Rotxo across from them. Neteyam taps his leg and he looks down next to him, the blue boy looks relaxed leaning against a thick branch.

Aonung sits next to him, and Neteyam quickly wraps his arms around his waist, nuzzling his face against his neck. The sudden cuddling makes him smirk.

Aonung- So Lo'ak was right.

Neteyam lets out a near silent chuckle.

Aonung- When do we leave? The rise of daylight?

His answer is silence. When he doesn't get a response, he gently adjusts himself and sees Neteyam has already fallen asleep.

Aonung- You were gonna keep going until you collapsed, weren't you? You skxawng.

Aonung pulls the blue boy closer, and rests his arm around him, then sits listening to his inner thoughts, and the sound of Neteyam's steady breathing.

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In the other tree, Lo'ak and Rotxo have just finished eating. Then Lo'ak's ear twitches suddenly as a certain sound in the distance is heard.

Rotxo- What is it?

Lo'ak- Ssh.

Lo'ak stands up and leans his ear closer to a space between branches. The sound goes off again, and Lo'ak's face lights up.

Lo'ak- That sounds like Ikran.

Before Rotxo can question what that is, Lo'ak calls out in a unique sound. He continues calling out, until a heavy force shakes the branches next to Rotxo.

He quickly jumps up and stands on the other side.

Lo'ak runs up to the branches excitedly, seeing his Ikran looking back at him. He turns the other way and runs to the other side, calling for Neteyam, but it's Aonung's voice that answers him.

Aonung- He's asleep. What do you want?

Lo'ak- Our Ikran are here. With them we can find everyone faster.

Aonung- We aren't going anywhere fast until he's awake. You should be resting as well.

Lo'ak- But I'm not tired.

Aonung- Well I am, so go to sleep.

Lo'ak- Just wake him, we can rest when we get there.

The marine boy doesn't respond.

Lo'ak- Aonung?

Still no response, so he gives up with a hiss. He crosses his arms and paces back and forth a few times, until he stops and looks at Rotxo.

The smaller boy has just been observing him in silence.

Lo'ak- We should be looking for them on our Ikran now, not waiting until daylight.

Rotxo- Think about all those Na'vi that are traveling. Children are among them, they wouldn't push them through eclipse. They're likely resting now as well.

Lo'ak- Which is why now is the perfect time to catch up.

Lo'ak walks over to the edge of their enclosure and moves branches out of his way. With a sigh, he turns around and walks over to Rotxo.

Lo'ak- Come with me.

Rotxo- On that thing?

Lo'ak- Scared?

Rotxo- Yes.

The blue boy meant it teasingly, but Rotxo really is scared to do what Lo'ak is asking of him.

Lo'ak- Come on, bro, I won't let anything bad happen to you. You might even have fun.

Rotxo- I don't know. Maybe we should just listen to Aonung.

Lo'ak- Listening to him is probably why you never conquer your fears.

Rotxo- He protects me.

Lo'ak- He makes you let your fears control you.

Rotxo- No he doesn't.

Lo'ak- Yes he does, look at you, you're shaking.

Rotxo holds his trembling hands out in front of him, and hisses, balling them into fists.

Lo'ak- I'm not saying there's something wrong with the high pedestal you put Aonung on, even though there is, but it's okay not to listen to him when you think it's good for you. You discovered that on your own when you chose to be our friend before he did.

His fists unclench, and with a sigh, Rotxo nods.

Rotxo- Let's do it.

With a smile, Lo'ak leads Rotxo to the edge and tells him to follow his lead climbing down. Once they're on the ground, the Ikran lands as well.

Lo'ak walks up to it and it lowers its head, allowing him to rub its snout.

He looks at Rotxo as the boy approaches the large creature cautiously. He holds his hands out towards the Ikran, but jerks it back when the creature makes a sudden movement.

Lo'ak chuckles, then grabs Rotxo's forearm and gently pulls him closer to the Ikran.

When he touches the creature and it leans into his hand, it brings a big smile to Rotxo's face. Lo'ak lets the moment set into Rotxo's mind, then he leads him to the side and hops onto the Ikran's back. He holds out his hand and Rotxo takes it.

Once he's pulled up onto the Ikran's back, Lo'ak makes the bond, and takes a blissful moment. He looks behind him, at Rotxo's excited but worried face.

Lo'ak- Ready?

Rotxo- Maybe we shouldn't-

Lo'ak- Hey, we'll locate the others then come back for these two. Hopefully Neteyam is awake by then.

Rotxo- Right, right. Okay, I'm ready.

Lo'ak- Hold on tight.

Lo'ak makes a noise, and suddenly they're accelerating out of the trees and into the air. Rotxo wraps his arms around Lo'ak with a yelp, squeezing him so tight the boy can barely breathe.

Lo'ak- Bro, not that tight.

Once they're steady in the air, Lo'ak quickly taps Rotxo's hands, begging him to loosen his grip. When he finally does, Lo'ak takes a huge breath.

Lo'ak- That was a death grip, cuz.

He feels Rotxo's head laying tight against his back, and feels the slight tremble in the boy's arms around him.

He halts his Ikran, then turns it slightly, looking in the direction they came from. He can see the ocean in the distance.

Lo'ak- Rotxo, lift your head, you'll see the ocean.

The air reaches his back as Rotxo slowly lifts his head and looks towards the ocean.

Rotxo- Woah.

Lo'ak- Great view, right?

Rotxo- Yeah.

Lo'ak- Try looking up.

Rotxo looks up and sees the festival of stars above them. A soft gasp escapes his lips, and Lo'ak smiles, feeling the boy relax.

He looks up at the stars as well, enjoying the view, then looks behind him. Rotxo's face is lit up as he observes the sky.

Lo'ak- Beautiful, isn't it?

Rotxo looks back down at Lo'ak with a bright smile, and Lo'ak's face drops.

Rotxo- It's gorgeous!

Lo'ak sits in awe.

The sight is indeed gorgeous, all the stars dancing above them. But for some reason at this moment, to Lo'ak, Rotxo is more stunning than all of it.

Rotxo- Lo'ak?

The boy snaps out of his gaze, and quickly turns around, leaving Rotxo slightly confused.

Lo'ak- We should continue the search.

Rotxo- Yeah.

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As they fly higher, Lo'ak observes the ground in silence.

It continues for a while, then when he lowers the Ikran a bit more, Lo'ak feels Rotxo laying on his back again.

Lo'ak- You alright?

Rotxo doesn't answer, so Lo'ak looks behind him. He isn't asleep yet, but his eyelids are heavy.

Lo'ak- Rotxo.

Rotxo- Hm?

Lo'ak- I can't hold onto you from in front, I need you to stay awake.

Rotxo- I'm tired, let's just go back.

Lo'ak- No, we need to-There they are!

Rotxo jumps up, some life in his face again. Lo'ak points to a spot and Rotxo looks down at the clearing in the middle of the trees. The Metkayina have set up camp there.

Lo'ak- We gotta tell Neteyam. He'll wake his ass right up.

They quickly turn back and head to the tree they came from. As the Ikran races through the sky, Rotxo holds on tightly, and Lo'ak finds himself hyper aware of Rotxo's touch.

When they reach their trees, the Ikran lands on the side of Aonung and Neteyam's enclosure, earning their attention. Neteyam is first to look out of the branches at them.

Neteyam- Lo'ak, what the-

Lo'ak- We found them!

Aonung looks out right next to Neteyam, eagerly.

Aonung- What?

Rotxo- We found them!

Lo'ak- Call your Ikran, brother, let's go!

Neteyam calls for his Ikran, and shortly after, it shows up. He quickly makes their connection then hops on. Aonung climbs onto the back of it, holding onto Neteyam.

Neteyam- Lead the way, bro.

The Sully boys yip in different tones, making their Ikran take off. Lo'ak leads Neteyam straight to the location of the campsite. And when they land in the clearing, it doesn't go unnoticed.

The boys hop off the creatures, and let them leave, while they walk into the settlement looking for their parents. Which turns out to be easy, because they're already walking towards them.

Neytiri brings both of her boys into her arms. When she lets them go, Jake comes up to the two with an angry look, but gives them both a tight hug. It shocks them, but pleasantly so.

Ronal runs up to Rotxo, checking him thoroughly. When she's done, Tsireya gives him a hug. Tonowari storms over to his son with fury in his eyes.

Tonowari- Have you learned nothing?!

Aonung stands tall, prepared to receive a lecture, as well as give one.

Tonowari- Taking them beyond the reef again. Last time you were stranded, you should've learned then. But you made that same stupid decision and ended up left behind during an evacuation.

Aonung- Why did you evacuate everyone?

Tonowari- The sky people.

Those words put Neteyam on high alert.

Tonowari- We got word they were raiding villages. Not bothering to ask questions, just tearing everything apart, and hurting innocent people looking for them.

Aonung looks at the Sullys, then back at his father with disbelief.

Aonung- So you ran?

His confidence shocks Ronal, and angers Tonowari.

Tonowari- I am protecting our people! I cannot let them be caught in the middle of warfare.

Aonung- You said you wouldn't let them bring their war here to begin with. Why not send them back instead of moving our people away from their homes?

Neteyam's ears lay, his mood visibly shifting.

Tonowari- The Sullys are Metkayina! They are our people now! And you have no right to lecture me, boy!

Aonung- I-

The beginning of Aonung's sentence is cut off by a hard slap across his face. His father's large hand nearly knocks him over completely.

He steadies himself as the side of his face begins to sting, and looks back up at his father.

Tonowari- You could have gotten them killed with your actions, yet you see no wrong. The future of the clan is in foolish hands.

Aonung- Y-

Tonowari- Don't say another word. You have shamed this family enough.

Tonowari turns his son to face the Sullys, then forces him to kneel.

Tonowari- Apologize to them.

Aonung looks up at the family, then notices the glare on Neteyam's face. He's confused about why it's directed at him, but he doesn't get to dwell on it.

His bond is yanked because of his silence, causing him to yelp, but he tries to regain his composure.

Aonung- I'm sorry, for taking your sons beyond the reef, and putting them in danger.

Jake nods then guides his family back to the area they'll be staying in. But Neteyam storms off in the direction of the trees instead.

Tonowari finally releases Aonung, then goes back to their area with Ronal.

Tsireya quickly runs up to her brother, and gives him a hug. But he doesn't return it, because he's focused on the golden eyed boy that stormed off into the woods.

Tsireya- Aonung, are you okay?

Aonung- None of us got hurt on the way here.

After that, he proceeds to follow Neteyam, leaving Tsireya worried, but Rotxo leads her in the other direction, towards Lo'ak and the others.

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Aonung walks through the dense bush, then finds Neteyam standing next to a tree with his arms crossed.

Neteyam- Why are you following me, fish boy?

Aonung- What's wrong?

Neteyam- "What's wrong?"

Neteyam scoffs with a roll of his eyes, then starts closing the distance between him and Aonung.

Neteyam- Why not send us away instead of moving your people from their homes?

Aonung- Neteyam-

Neteyam stands right up in Aonung's face, and gives him a slight push, shutting the marine boy up.

Neteyam- You think it would've been better to just send my family on their way after we came here seeking Uturu? Do you realize Lo'ak and I would be separated from them if he had done that?

Aonung- I was only thinking about the well-being of my people. Did you see what this has done to them? They don't belong in the forest.

Neteyam- And what of what this has done to us? My family already had to flee once, and you would have us flee again?

Aonung attempts to put some distance between them, hearing the way Neteyam begins to speak like his mother. But the boy just steps closer again.

Neteyam- You would have me flee again?

Aonung quickly shakes his head.

Aonung- No, I just . . .

As Aonung takes a breath, Neteyam's expression softens just a little.

Aonung- We always stand strong, but this time we fled.

Neteyam- . . . I get it. My dad raised me in a world where we always fought hard, and faced danger head on.

Neteyam walks over to a tree, and sits down against it. Aonung follows and sits next to him.

Neteyam- But after leaving home. All we ever seem to do is run. I hate it. It's like I've been going against my own nature.

Aonung- So that's what's really bothering you.

Neteyam- You still pissed me off earlier, but yeah.

Aonung- It's bothering me too. We've never run from our problems before. It made me so mad I disrespected my father.

Neteyam looks up at Aonung's face, noticing him clenching his jaw.

Neteyam- You didn't mean what you said before, did you? You were mad, like me.

Aonung- I did, but I didn't . . .

The marine boy looks down at Neteyam.

Aonung- You know I want to help you, but-

Neteyam- This isn't the way to do things. Forcing your people to go through this.

Aonung- Your family too. I'm sorry.

Neteyam- I know you were just looking out for them, as you were taught.

Aonung looks up at the stars and remains silent. But there's a look on his face that Neteyam can't read.

Neteyam- Aonung?

The boy doesn't answer him. He just continues to watch the sky, still clenching his jaw tightly as his ears lie back some.

Neteyam isn't sure how to react, but it's clear to him Aonung won't speak anymore, so he just lies his head on the boy's shoulder in silence.

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As the sky rumbles, calling for rain, a Metkayina boy runs through the dense forest bush. He's light on his feet, running his fingers along large leaves as he passes them.

He comes across a fallen tree, and dashes up to the top of it, jumping off at the end and onto a standing tree. Quickly, he scales it, and stands on one of its highest branches, looking up at the sky.

Rain drops begin to fall, and the boy jumps off the branch, grabbing onto a thick vine. Swiftly he swings over to another tree, jumping onto it, then hopping across its branches.

From branch to branch, and tree to tree, racing the heavy rains of the storm. As it falls harder, he moves faster.

Until he comes up to a wide space. Between the branch he's on, and the next tree.

He stands at the base of the branch, and prepares to take off. He takes a deep breath, then lunges forward. When he jumps off the end, he glides through the air, then reaches the next tree, but slips.

Before falling too far, he grabs another vine and swings around to the other side, landing on a sturdier branch.

He levels his breathing, then climbs to the top of the tree, looking up at the stormy skies.

It's blurred by heavy rain, but it's the closest thing he's felt to the ocean since they've lived in the forest.

He closes his eyes and relaxes as the water runs along his face. He's at peace, until someone calls for him from below.

His eyes open and he immediately looks down and sees his favorite blue boy climbing towards him.

Lo'ak- Damn you've gotten fast. It's like you're not even a fish boy.

Rotxo laughs, proud of how he's improved in the forest. Lo'ak wasn't intending to teach him to run and swing through trees this past week, but Rotxo sort of claimed his own way of preferred travel.

Lo'ak sits on a branch next to Rotxo, wiping the water from his eyes.

Lo'ak- Keep swinging through trees and you'll forget you're Metkayina.

Rotxo- Nah, I'll always be one with the ocean.

Lo'ak smiles at the smaller boy while he stares out the storm clouds. He finds himself staring at him again, his heartbeat quickening slightly.

He shakes his head, then taps Rotxo's arm.

Lo'ak- Come on, the others are probably waiting for us.

Rotxo nods, then both boys head back to the clearing.

It's been just over a week, and during the first few days, Jake Sully and some warriors located the base of the raiding sky people. A large ship that has recently appeared just off the reef of their abandoned village.

Since then, Jake and Tonowari have been preparing the warriors for a confrontation.

Jake gave the idea to Tonowari that his children should teach the Metkayina kids the ways of the Omaticaya, as thanks, and to also keep them occupied and out of trouble while they handle the sky people.

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Lo'ak returns to the clearing with Rotxo. They walk through the many small huts built in close proximity.

Neteyam, Kiri, Aonung, and Tsireya are waiting for them in front of the Sully family's hut.

As they walk over, Tsireya greets Lo'ak with a hug, and the two stand next to each other with his arm resting around her shoulder. Aonung and Kiri are both sitting on a log, and Neteyam is leaned up against the hut with his arms crossed.

Kiri- Tsireya was finally able to sneak up on me today.

Kiri smiles, proud she taught her how to move stealthily through the dense environment. Lo'ak kisses Tsireya's forehead, proud his water girl is making good progress.

But even though he's proud of his girl, they have a competition going.

Lo'ak- Stealth is good, I know, but Rotxo was flying through the trees. Even I can't do it quite like him.

Aonung- Good job, bro.

Rotxo and Aonung bump fists, and Kiri rolls her eyes playfully. She has to admit, his rapidly growing skills are impressive.

Kiri- I never thought you would be a good teacher, since you're always breaking rules.

The three Metkayina kids laugh, and Lo'ak just smirks.

Lo'ak- Honestly, I thought the same thing.

Kiri- Maybe Tsireya's influence is really working.

Lo'ak- Hey, don't give her my credit.

The girls laugh once again, then Lo'ak looks at Neteyam, who hasn't said a word, and doesn't even look like he's been paying attention.

Lo'ak- So what about you, bro?

Neteyam- Hm?

Kiri- How has your student been doing?

Neteyam- He scaled a tree.

Lo'ak- Didn't he master that already?

Rotxo- Yeah, like five days ago.

Kiri- But every day we meet, all we hear about is him climbing a tree.

Lo'ak- Tey, do you teach him anything?

They each look at Neteyam, whose attention is elsewhere yet again. Aonung shakes his head at the distracted boy.

Kiri- Neteyam.

Her brother ignores her call. Her and Lo'ak share a glance. He removes his arm from Tsireya, and steps forward.

Lo'ak- Neteyam!

He snaps his gaze to them with a hiss.

Neteyam- What!?

Aonung rolls his eyes with a sigh.

Lo'ak- What the hell is your problem?

Neteyam- Nothing.

Lo'ak- Nothing? Bro, you haven't taught Aonung anything other than how to climb a tree. Which, by the way, he already knew how to do, because you taught him before we found everyone.

Neteyam rolls his eyes and looks at whatever he was paying attention to before.

Lo'ak- And, this isn't the first time you've snapped at us.

He ignores his words, and Lo'ak lets out a frustrated sigh, then looks at Aonung.

Lo'ak- Do you know what's up with him?

Aonung- I have a few ideas.

Kiri- Care to share?

Neteyam- I don't belong here.

They each look at Neteyam, who has finally decided to give them his full attention.

Lo'ak- What do you mean?

Neteyam- They only told us to teach them to keep us out of the way.

Lo'ak- So you're mad because you aren't in on the action?

Neteyam- I belong with the warriors, and father knows it.

Lo'ak- I know he has you believing you're like the best warrior and all, but you're still a kid just like us. Just let them handle this.

Neteyam- I am no child!

Neteyam steps up to Lo'ak, and the younger boy copies the action.

Kiri- Guys, don't-

Lo'ak- Then why are you here with us, huh!?

Neteyam- I'm stuck here because I have to look after your skxawng ass!

Kiri- Guys-

Lo'ak- Then why the hell did dad ask me to watch you?!

Lo'ak stares Neteyam in the face with anger in his eyes, while Neteyam's fury turns to shock.

Neteyam- He did what?

Lo'ak- When you started acting weird he told me to keep an eye on you.

Neteyam steps back, barely able to believe what he's hearing.

Lo'ak- I thought it was crazy, but I did it anyway. I had started to think it was because of . . .

He glances at Aonung, then remembers their promise to keep it a secret, and looks back at his brother.

Lo'ak- You know . . . But now you're acting weird again, and I don't think that has anything to do with it.

Neteyam- There's nothing wrong with me.

Lo'ak- That's not what dad seems to think. Maybe that's the real reason you aren't . . .

His words halt as their father approaches, having heard the commotion.

Jake- What's goin' on?

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Before Kiri can speak, Neteyam quickly turns to face his father.

Neteyam- You told this screwup to look after me?

Jake- Don't call him that. I know he causes trouble, but he's your brother. There's no one else better to ask.

Neteyam- So you think I can't handle myself?

Jake places a hand on his son's shoulder, trying to ease his apparent distress.

Jake- Look, I know this whole ordeal has been particularly hard for you-

Neteyam- How?

Jake- That. Now don't interrupt me.

With a sigh, he holds his head low.

Jake- Neteyam, I know you're strong, but I need you to stay out of this one. At the first sign of danger, I want you to take your siblings and get outta here.

He shoves Jake's hand off of him, and steps back.

Neteyam- I will not run!

Aonung stands from his spot, and walks up to Neteyam, grabbing his arm.

Aonung- Neteyam, calm down.

When he starts to level his breathing, listening to Aonung, Jake glances at Lo'ak and Kiri. Kiri shares the same confusion as Jake, wondering why Neteyam was so quick to listen to Aonung over his own father.

When Neteyam is visibly calmer, Aonung lets him go, and stands off to the side.

Jake- You alright?

Neteyam- Yes, Sir. Sorry, Sir.

Jake sighs looking at the boy's lingering disappointment.

Jake- I'm sorry too, I know you feel like you need to help, and that's my fault. But I want you to let us handle this, okay?

Neteyam nods, and Jake looks around at all of them.

Jake- That goes for everyone. No running off and disobeying orders. You all understand?

Each of the teens nod in response, and Jake takes his leave.

Kiri- You guys done fighting now?

Neteyam- I'm sorry.

Aonung- Don't apologize.

Lo'ak- Why shouldn't he apologize?

Kiri- Oh fuck this. Tsireya, wanna learn something else?

Tsireya looks at the boys, worried for them, but decides it's best to let them figure things out. As Kiri stands, fed up with the arguing, Tsireya follows her as she walks off.

Neteyam- Lo'ak deserves my apology.

Aonung- Then he should apologize too.

Lo'ak- For what?

Aonung- Making him feel worse than he already does.

Lo'ak- So you do know what's wrong with him.

Neteyam- There's nothing wrong with me.

Lo'ak- You don't act like it.

Neteyam- What the hell do I act like?

Lo'ak- Like you're just mad, all the time.

Aonung- And what if he is? Why'd you shit on him instead of trying to help him out? Aren't you supposed to be looking after him too? You really are a skxawng.

Rotxo- Back off him, Aonung.

The quiet boy finally speaks up, and steps between Aonung and Lo'ak. The action earns a surprised look from all three boys.

Rotxo- You told me you didn't want to come between Neteyam and his siblings. What do you call this?

Aonung glances between Lo'ak and Neteyam, then takes a step back.

Rotxo- If you really wanna help him, let him handle this on his own. Let him make up with his brother.

Aonung nods, and Neteyam steps closer to Lo'ak.

Neteyam- I'm sorry.

Lo'ak- Me too, bro.

Neteyam brings Lo'ak's forehead to his.

Neteyam- You aren't a screwup.

Lo'ak- No I am, but you aren't allowed to say it.

They both laugh, Neteyam releases his brother, then he looks at Rotxo.

Neteyam- Since when are you so bold, Rotxo?

Rotxo- Since I stopped letting Aonung make decisions for me.

The Sully boys laugh, and Aonung stands there looking offended.

Rotxo- It's okay, bro. You're just overprotective, that's all.

Neteyam laughs at Aonung not knowing how to respond to Rotxo's newfound confidence. Aonung slightly glares at Lo'ak, thinking this is because of his influence.

Neteyam- How about I actually teach you something new today?

Aonung- Like what, climbing a different type of tree?

Neteyam rolls his eyes while the other two laugh at him.

Neteyam- No, we're done climbing trees. Just come with me.

Aonung shakes his head, partially amused by himself, and follows Neteyam.

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As the sky finally clears, Lo'ak looks at the boy next to him, pleased he's helped his friend come out of his shell this past week.

Lo'ak- They can practice all they want, but they'll never get as good as you have.

Rotxo- Oh yeah! I found something.

Lo'ak- Huh?

Rotxo- In the forest, I found something. I forgot to mention it before.

Lo'ak- Where is it? What is it?

Rotxo- Keep up to find out.

Lo'ak- Don't make me chase you again.

Rotxo- Too late.

Rotxo takes off towards the woods and Lo'ak runs after him, lowkey enjoying their game of chase.

Out in the forest, Kiri and Tsireya aren't actually practicing any new skills.

Instead, they're sitting under a tree making light conversation with each other, enjoying their peace without the boys.

Kiri- No way.

Tsireya- Seriously?

Kiri- Don't get me wrong, Rotxo is really cute, but not my type.

Tsireya- What is your type?

Kiri- Well for one, he has to be taller than me.

Both of them laugh, then Kiri directs the topic at Tsireya.

Kiri- What about you? Is Lo'ak everything you wanted?

Tsireya- He's actually not what I used to picture myself with in the future, but I'm not displeased.

Kiri- I think you're good for him.

Tsireya- Really?

Kiri- Of course, you're keeping him out of trouble . . . Well, mostly. It's a big improvement from how he used to be.

Kiri notices the suddenly troubled look on Tsireya's face.

Kiri- Tsireya, do you doubt yourself?

The marine girl gives her a pitiful look, and nods her head.

Kiri- Why?

Tsireya- I don't know. Sometimes I think he gets frustrated with me.

Kiri- Because you're breaking a pretty solid bad habit of his. It's almost like he's addicted to breaking rules, isn't it?

Tsireya- Yeah. Do you think he's mad at me for stopping him?

Kiri- No. He may complain about it, or seem frustrated by it, but deep down I think he knows you're helping him.

A small smile reappears on Tsireya's face, and Kiri smiles back at her, before remembering something.

Kiri- You know, there's something I've been wondering about.

Tsireya- Like what?

Kiri- Your brother.

Tsireya- What about him?

Kiri- I noticed how roughly your father handled him when they returned. Specifically, his bond.

Tsireya- Oh.

Tsireya's smile fades once again.

Kiri- Does he always scold him that way?

Tsireya- (sighs) Unfortunately, he does.

Kiri- Won't that damage it?

Tsireya- No!

Kiri is startled by her loud tone.

Tsireya- He is fine.

Kiri- Are you sure?

Tsireya- Yes!

Looking at the marine girl's angered expression tells Kiri to drop the subject.

Kiri- Okay . . . Um, want to actually learn a new skill now?

Tsireya stands from her spot, and looks down at Kiri, visibly irritated.

Tsireya- I think I would prefer some time to myself now.

Kiri replies with a small "Okay" while Tsireya heads back to the clearing.

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A short distance away, Aonung and Neteyam are sitting up in a tree.

Neteyam tried teaching him to hop from tree to tree, trying to help him outdo Rotxo, but he kept falling.

Now, they're taking a break, and Neteyam is watching the marine boy examine his hand and arm with fascination.

He runs his smooth hand along Neteyam's arm, feeling the texture of his stripes, and observing how thin it is compared to his.

To distract himself from the heat he gains from Aonung's touch, Neteyam makes conversation.

Neteyam- Rotxo has really found himself, here in the forest.

Aonung- I can't believe he called me overprotective.

The blue boy chuckles.

Neteyam- You're still stuck on that?

Aonung- I'm not overprotective.

Neteyam rolls his eyes, and lifts Aonung's face up by the chin, looking him straight in the eyes.

Neteyam- Yes you are.

Aonung averts his eyes and moves Neteyam's hand away to continue observing the boy's skin closely, making Neteyam laugh.

Neteyam- I don't mind it, though.

This catches Aonung's attention, and Neteyam smiles at him.

Neteyam- When you go a little overboard trying to look out for me, I think it's sweet. And, like I said before, it's something no one else does for me. I'll always appreciate it.

Aonung feels his face beginning to warm up, then he remembers something.

Aonung- Now that you mention it, there's something you need to work on.

Neteyam- And that is?

Aonung- Your temper.

Neteyam- My temper? I barely have one.

Aonung- Neteyam, I know you hide how you really feel about things, to please your family.

Neteyam- No I don't.

Aonung- You do. You hold your emotions in. You probably have been for years, and I know it's probably second nature for you now, but you will explode if you don't stop.

Neteyam pulls his hand away from Aonung and crosses his arms.

Aonung- Don't pout.

Neteyam- I'm not pouting.

Aonung- Yes you are. I know you don't want to think you have a problem-

Neteyam- I don't have a problem.

Aonung- You didn't snap at your brother just because of this situation we're in now, you did it because that hold on your true emotions is breaking.

Neteyam- My emotions are well balanced.

Aonung- Not for long.

With a slight hiss, Neteyam averts his eyes. Aonung simply sighs.

Aonung- That night you told me to help you, you knew you needed it. So I'm not letting you pout your way out of this.

With an exasperated groan, Neteyam finally faces Aonung and uncrosses his arms.

Neteyam- Fine. What should I do?

Aonung- First, just let it out.

Neteyam- Let it out?

Aonung- Everything you're holding in, let go of it. Feel the way you want to.

Neteyam thinks for a moment, then without warning, smashes his lips against Aonung's, and starts a heated session.

It's not exactly how Aonung meant for him to release whatever he had pent up, but if it works for Neteyam then he won't stop him.

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A ways into the forest, Rotxo swiftly makes his way through the trees, jumping across branches as he does, with Lo'ak trailing behind him.

The blue boy yells for him to slow down, but with a giggle, Rotxo quickens his speed, eager to reach their surprise destination.

Lo'ak quickens his own speed, seeing Rotxo directly in front of him. Just as he's keeping up, the smaller boy suddenly stops, and Lo'ak nearly slams into him.

Rotxo stops their near collision by holding his hand out, stopping Lo'ak with a push to the chest.

Lo'ak looks behind him, at the moss and leaf covered stone. His gaze wanders all the way up, seeing it's a mountain. Rotxo taps his shoulder, and he looks back down.

Rotxo- This way.

He turns around, and points to a small opening in the stone.

Lo'ak- This better be good.

Rotxo- Trust me.

Rotxo quickly slips through the opening, followed by Lo'ak. They make their way through a tight, dark tunnel, each hunched over to fit.

With Rotxo's tail right in front of him, he fights the temptation to touch it and just focuses on getting to where the boy is taking him.

Soon a light starts to appear from in front of them, and Rotxo's pace quickens. He climbs out of the tunnel, into a cave, then steps out the way for Lo'ak.

When he climbs into the cave, he sees a pond, lit by many bioluminescent creatures and plants. Even along the cave walls, there are bright lights emanating from small creatures.

The blue boy looks around with his mouth parted in awe.

Rotxo smiles, proud of bringing such a reaction out of his friend. He grabs his arm and pulls him over to the water, then sits down, dipping his legs. Lo'ak mimics the action, slowly, still taking it all in.

Lo'ak- This is insane, bro. How did you find this place?

Rotxo- I was exploring instead of collecting fruits.

Lo'ak laughs, still looking around the cave. Then he looks at the water, and slides in. Rotxo watches him swim around underwater with a smile.

When Lo'ak resurfaces, he looks at Rotxo, leaning back on his hands and happily enjoying the scenery.

When Rotxo sits up and looks back at him, he smiles with a chuckle, and makes Lo'ak's heart flutter for the hundredth time since his first ride on the Ikran.

Slowly, Lo'ak swims closer to him, until his hands reach the edge of the pond where Rotxo is sitting. They're placed on both sides of the boy as he pulls himself out of the water, positioned directly in front of him.

With their faces hardly a centimeter apart, Rotxo starts to ask what his friend is doing, but he stops him before he speaks. Placing their lips together gently, and completely petrifying Rotxo.

The kiss is short, and sweet. When he pulls away, partially in a trance, he finally sees Rotxo's wide eyes and overall flabbergasted expression. Then it finally hits him, the thing he just did, and his own eyes widen.

He backs away, then frantically gets out of the pond.

Lo'ak- Shit. I'm so sorry, Rotxo. I don't know what I was doing. I just . . .

Looking at Rotxo's expression tells him he wants a full explanation.

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With a shaky breath, Lo'ak places himself next to his friend again, looking down at the water. He takes a moment to collect his thoughts before explaining himself.

Lo'ak- I've been getting this strange feeling when you smile at me, or laugh. At first I didn't think anything of it, but this past week, it's gotten stronger.

Lo'ak looks up at Rotxo, listening intently with an expression he can't read.

Lo'ak- Every time you're near me, especially when we're alone, I get that same feeling.

He takes in another shaky breath.

Lo'ak- I think I like you, Rotxo. Like, a lot.

Rotxo sits wide eyed once again, and Lo'ak begins to lose himself in the boy's eyes again.

Lo'ak- So much. Your smile, your laugh, your personality . . . and those eyes.

He subconsciously begins to lean closer. Rotxo notices, but doesn't move.

Lo'ak- They reflect my own. You understand me better than anyone.

Rotxo finds Lo'ak's hand slowly moving against his cheek, and he takes a breath.

Rotxo- Lo'ak-

Lo'ak- Rotxo . . .

Lo'ak's hand rests towards the back of Rotxo's head, slightly pulling him closer as he leans in. Rotxo finds himself staring into those captivating golden eyes.

Rotxo- Lo'ak, you're with Tsireya. You like her.

Lo'ak- Yeah, I do like her . . .

He rests his forehead against Rotxo's, and stares into his eyes.

Lo'ak- But I see you.

Rotxo lets out a shaky breath, holding himself back. He's been forming an accidental crush on the boy this passing week, but ignored it, not wanting to hurt Tsireya in any way. But when Lo'ak brings their lips together for another short kiss, he can't resist anymore.

Rotxo locks their lips again, and they move against each other in a rhythmic motion. When they break, Lo'ak pulls Rotxo onto his lap, straddling him, and they continue to kiss with Rotxo's arms around his shoulders.

He undoes Lo'ak's ponytail, and runs his fingers through his braids. They continue like this, with Lo'ak's arms wrapped around Rotxo's waist, holding him close.

Once they break again, Rotxo cups the boy's face in his hands as they catch their breath after the heated kiss.

Lo'ak stares into Rotxo's eyes, intoxicated by the way the smaller boy makes him feel.

Lo'ak- Rotxo, make tsaheylu with me.

He freezes, hardly believing what he's hearing.

Rotxo- Lo'ak, you sure you want to do this? With me?

Lo'ak- I see you, Rotxo. I want you to see me too.

With one deep breath, Rotxo nods, and grabs his bond, Lo'ak doing the same.

Lo'ak- You ready?

Rotxo nods, and they allow the ends of their bonds to connect, immediately feeling the flow of each other's entire being.

Lo'ak suddenly sees a vision.

A very young and small Metkayina boy, who's all alone in an abandoned village. He sees glimpses of the boy attempting to take care of himself.

He is nearly eaten when searching for food on land, and is nearly killed when trying to hunt in the ocean.

It goes on like this for what looks like a couple years, but he is found by someone else.

A boy a bit older than him.

After miraculously surviving on his own for that long, the boy is taken in by Ronal, and his suffering finally comes to an end.

Once the vision ends, Lo'ak's pupils return to normal, and he sees Rotxo looking into his eyes.

He wipes a few tears from Rotxo's face, and gives him another sweet kiss.

Lo'ak- You will never be alone like that again, I promise you.

Lo'ak wipes a few more of his tears, and he gently grabs his hand.

Rotxo- Lo'ak, I see you.

Lo'ak smiles, and hugs the smaller boy tightly.

But as Rotxo rests in his arms, he suddenly remembers Tsireya. His girlfriend. The sister of Aonung, the strong future clan leader that would literally kill him if he hurt Tsireya.

He said before that Lo'ak wasn't good for her, and if he finds out he's right, there's no telling what he might do to him.

They can't let anyone know about this. At least, not before he figures out what to do with Tsireya.

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Neytiri hugs each of her children before joining the other warriors as they head out.

One of the scouts spotted the sky people coming onto the Awa'atlu beach. Jake suspects they're likely to wander into the forest looking for them, now is their time to strike.

Tonowari, Jake, Ronal, and Neytiri all greet their children before leaving to fight. While the warriors head into the forest, the Metkayina kids and the young Sullys stand at the edge of the clearing.

As their siblings turn and head back to the hut, Aonung glances at Neteyam. His breathing grows heavier as he watches his parents and the others leave them behind.

Aonung- Neteyam.

He doesn't answer, so Aonung places a hand on his shoulder. It startles him, but brings him out of his mind.

Aonung- You okay?

Neteyam- Yeah, just . . .

Neteyam thinks for a moment, then looks around before grabbing Aonung's hand and dragging him off to the same tree they relaxed in before.

Meanwhile, Kiri looks behind them as they approach the hut, but sees two of them missing.

Kiri- Hey, where's Neteyam and Aonung?

Lo'ak- Training, to keep their mind off things.

Lo'ak's quick excuse for them works, and Kiri follows Tuktirey into the Sullys hut. Tsireya, standing hand in hand with Lo'ak, looks back toward the trees, worried.

Tsireya- I hope my mother will be okay.

Lo'ak- That woman is so tough it scares me, I think she'll be fine.

Tsireya laughs lightly, and Lo'ak smiles, glad he could cheer her up. Rotxo, on the other hand, rolls his eyes as he's been doing a lot as of late.

Tsireya notices the strange behavior and lets go of Lo'ak to walk over to him.

Tsireya- Rotxo, what's troubling you?

Rotxo looks at the worried girl, then turns his head as if she didn't say a thing. She takes this as a plea for help, and places a hand on his arm, but he flinches and hisses at her.

She jumps back, and Lo'ak holds his arm out in front of her, shielding her from Rotxo.

The boy storms off and Lo'ak gives Tsireya an apologetic look.

Lo'ak- I'll handle this, okay?

Tsireya- Okay.

Lo'ak pecks Tsireya's lips before running off after Rotxo.

He catches him before he leaves the settlement, and grabs his arm. He drags the smaller boy behind a cluster of trees on the edge of the settlement.

Lo'ak- Why did you do that?

Rotxo- Maybe because she's always latched onto you like a leach.

Lo'ak rolls his eyes at the boy's attitude.

Lo'ak- You know I'm yours. But Tsireya can't know that until later, after the stress of all this is gone.

Rotxo- I care about her, really, she's like a sister to me. But when she's with you it makes me want to shoot an arrow through her chest.

Lo'ak freezes for a moment, a little scared of Rotxo's intense feelings, but also attracted to them.

Lo'ak- I understand what you're feeling, but-

Rotxo- I don't think you do.

Lo'ak- Look, you need to chill out with the obvious hatred towards her right now. You're gonna cause suspicion and expose us both.

Rotxo- That doesn't sound so bad to me.

Lo'ak- Yeah, because Aonung isn't gonna kill you.

Rotxo- He won't kill you either.

Lo'ak- I wish that were true.

Rotxo- It is. I won't let him do anything to you.

Lo'ak- Are you saying you would go against Aonung for me?

Rotxo- That's exactly what I'm saying.

Lo'ak- Damn.

Rotxo- Oh are you attracted to me now?

Lo'ak groans, annoyed with Rotxo's justified jealousy. Rotxo smirks, knowing he's annoying the heck outta Lo'ak.

Lo'ak- You done making me feel guilty?

Rotxo- For now.

The smaller boy holds out his arms for a hug, regaining the small smile Lo'ak is used to seeing on him.

Lo'ak- Cute but deadly. You're something else.

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Just as Lo'ak brings Rotxo into his arms, they hear someone's voice nearby and he pushes him away.

Rotxo falls into a bush, and Lo'ak starts to laugh when he looks back up at him, pouting.

Neteyam- What are you two doing?

As he helps Rotxo up, Aonung and Neteyam approach the two.

Lo'ak- I could ask you the same thing, bro.

Neteyam chuckles, and wraps his arm around Lo'ak as they all walk back into the clearing. While Aonung talks to Rotxo, Neteyam whispers a secret into his brother's ear.

After they reach the hut, Tsireya is there with Tuktirey, but Kiri is nowhere in sight. The boys walk in looking confused.

Neteyam- Where's Kiri?

Tuktirey- She got bored and went for a walk. I followed her, but she found me and got mad because she was talking to this boy.

Tuktirey pouts at the memory, but Neteyam and Lo'ak are stuck on one thing.

Neteyam- Boy?

Lo'ak- Who?

Tuktirey- I don't know his name.

Neteyam- What does he look like?

Lo'ak- Forget that, where are they?

Aonung- And you call me overprotective.

Lo'ak- This is different!

Neteyam- Tuk, where were they?

Tuktirey- They were just walking around, but now they're right behind you.

All four boys turn around and see Kiri walking up to the hut, smiling, with a tall Metkayina boy. His hair is shoulder length, and his chest is decorated with a scar.

Rotxo looks at Aonung, and sees him freeze.

Kiri invites the boy in and gives a stern look to her brothers.

Kiri- Guys, this is Mo'dan.

Lo'ak- Mo'dan?

Kiri- Don't worry, he's just a friend.

The Sully boys glance at each other, then to Aonung, whose body has stopped moving completely. When the tall boy finally notices Aonung, he walks past the others, and right up to his old friend.

Mo'dan- Long time no see, Nung.

Neteyam- Nung?

Mo'dan looks at Neteyam's confused face and smiles.

Mo'dan- Oh that's just the nickname I gave him when we were younger.

Lo'ak- So you guys are childhood friends?

Mo'dan- Pretty much, but we haven't talked in a while. It's been a busy year.

As the Sully boys exchange another glance, an awkward silence fills the room.

Kiri- So, I was gonna teach him a few tricks in the forest. You guys wanna come?

Neteyam- We have plans of our own, actually.

Kiri- Oh, okay. Tsireya? Tuk?

Tuktirey- Me and Tsireya are gonna make necklaces.

Kiri- Guess it's just you and me then, Mo, let's roll.

Kiri leaves with Mo'dan, then Aonung bolts out of the hut, going the opposite direction of them. Neteyam watches, but doesn't move.

Lo'ak- Shouldn't we go after him?

Neteyam- We have plans.

Neteyam gives him a certain look and Lo'ak nods. As they leave, Rotxo automatically follows behind Lo'ak.

Tsireya watches their suspicious behavior, then sighs.

Tuktirey- What's wrong?

Tsireya- I have a bad feeling about whatever their plans are.

Tuktirey- If Neteyam is in on it, it can't be too bad.

Tsireya- Ah, that is true.

Tuktirey- They're probably having some kind of competition or something.

Tsireya- That does sound like them.

Tsireya tries to let her worries slip away, but can't shake the feeling that something is off.

For one, if they were all having a competition they would've invited Aonung. Two, Aonung ran off, and none of them went after him, not even Rotxo.

But to not soil the mood, she leaves her worries in the back of her mind and enjoys her time with Tuktirey.

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Out in the forest, Neteyam is leading the two younger boys towards Awa'atlu. Though, Rotxo still has no idea what they're actually doing or where they're going, he's just following.

Soon they can hear the ocean, but not yet see it. Rotxo jumps down from a tree branch, landing next to Lo'ak whose hunched behind large leaves on alert like his brother.

The smaller boy still isn't sure what's going on, until he hears the battle cries of Metkayina.

Rotxo- No way. We're here to fight?

Neteyam- Only the ones that make it to the forest.

Rotxo- There's no way they'll make it past our warriors.

Neteyam- Humans are slippery, believe me, someone's bound to get through.

Rotxo looks at Lo'ak who nods in agreement.

Neteyam- But don't worry, we'll be waiting for them when they do.

Lo'ak- They really won't get far with Neteyam on 'em.

Neteyam- Wait here.

Neteyam walks up to a tree and scales it quickly, and heads to the top, out of sight. Rotxo looks up at the tree, curiously.

Rotxo- What is he doing?

Lo'ak- Scanning the field, and locating a weak point in our formation.

Neteyam suddenly drops back onto the ground, landing on his hands and feet. He stands, then points in a specific direction.

Neteyam- They'll probably make it through that way. I'll fill you in on the plan, then we'll get into position.

Lo'ak and Rotxo follow Neteyam's lead as he walks in the direction he pointed to.

Rotxo- What's the plan?

Neteyam- I'm working on it.

Rotxo- And the positions?

Neteyam- You and Lo'ak in the trees, I'll take them from down here.

Lo'ak- By yourself?

Neteyam- Rotxo may need your help, he's never fought them before.

Soon, Neteyam stops, and looks up at the trees, then around them.

Neteyam- Here. This is the spot.

He looks at the two boys, ready to explain their plan, but Lo'ak's worried expression stops him.

Neteyam- What is it?

Lo'ak- We needed another man.

Neteyam- Aonung is the future chief, we can't put him in danger.

Lo'ak- What about Rotxo?

Neteyam- He has skills that you taught him . . .

He places a hand on Lo'ak's shoulder.

Neteyam- And I trust you to have my back, brother.

Lo'ak- Always.

With a nod, Neteyam begins to explain their tactics, and gives Rotxo pointers.

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Back in the clearing, Aonung returns to the Sullys' hut, but only finds Tuktirey and his sister.

Tuktirey lies asleep, while Tsireya collects the necklaces they made, and cleans the small mess.

Tsireya- How are you?

Aonung- Better. Where is everyone?

Tsireya- Kiri is still out with Mo'dan, and the other three went off to do something.

Aonung immediately grows suspicious of his sister's lack of specifics in the end of her sentence.

Aonung- Something like what?

She looks up at him, fearful of what the other boys might be getting themselves into.

This look is all it takes for Aonung to rush out of the hut, and straight into the forest. Hoping to catch them before they do anything, he runs as fast as he can, while also wishing he could swing on vines like Rotxo to go faster.

Once he's able to hear the sounds of the battle happening on the beach, he looks around frantically. Looking up at the trees, and behind every trunk.

He starts calling Neteyam's name, until he hears sloppy movement in the bush.

He turns around and sees a human jump out from behind a tree, aiming a weapon at him. But before the man can use it, a blur of blue falls from above and tackles him to the ground.

Lo'ak stands up, taking a breath after ending the man's life.

Another human falls from a nearby tree, already dead, then Rotxo lands after them.

Rotxo- That the last one?

Lo'ak- Yeah.

Both boys seem to not even notice Aonung standing there. Until a hand turns the marine boy around, and he's suddenly looking at Neteyam.

Neteyam- What are you doing here?

The other two run over to them.

Aonung- Me? What are you doing here? Your father told us to stay out of it.

Neteyam- If it weren't for us, those men would have reached the clearing.

A sudden roar of gunshots sounds, interrupting their conversation. A bunch of Metkayina warriors start running through the trees towards them. Aonung and Rotxo both have the same look.

Rotxo- What's going on?

Soon, Jake Sully runs out from amongst the warriors and straight up to the young boys.

Jake- What the hell are you doing out here?!

Neteyam- We were-

Jake- Forget it, just run! Go!

Just as the boys follow Jake's lead, running further into the forest, a close explosion blows. Lunging them, and other warriors, in different directions.

Following the explosions is another round of gunshots.

Jake pulls himself off the ground, and shakes the dizziness out of his head, having been flung into a tree.

He looks around for the young boys, and spots Lo'ak standing up. Quickly he runs over to the boy, checking him, and he turns out to be fine.

He looks around for his other son, while Lo'ak spots Rotxo and helps him up.

When they hear humans coming towards them, Jake quickly ushers the other two up into a tree. Each of them climbs high enough to be out of sight, then they sit quietly.

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Nearby, Neteyam finds the chief's son unconscious on the ground.

Aonung feels someone tapping his face, and speaking to him in a desperate whisper. His eyes slowly begin to open, then his memories flood back to him and he's suddenly wide awake.

He sits up quickly, and Neteyam pulls him off the ground.

Neteyam- Come on, we have to hide.

Aonung- What about Rotxo and Lo'ak?

Neteyam- We don't have time, they're getting closer.

Neteyam drags Aonung with him as he begins to run as far away from the coming sky people as possible.

Once they're what Neteyam considers a safe distance away, they stop to catch their breath, leaning against a large tree.

Aonung peeks around the trunk, making sure they weren't followed, then sighs in relief.

Aonung- Is this what your life was like before coming here?

Neteyam- Pretty much. Feels like home now.

Neteyam chuckles briefly at his own humor before coughing.

Aonung looks at the boy, noticing his erratic breathing. Then his gaze trails down to a spot the boy is covering on his side.

Seeing the amount of blood flowing through his fingers and staining his side makes Aonung's eyes widen.

Aonung- Neteyam, you're hit!

Neteyam turns towards the marine boy, placing his other hand on his mouth.

Neteyam- Keep it down, skxawng . . . I'm fine.

Aonung just watches the unfocused golden eyes in front of him, in fear. They look like they could roll back any second.

He removes the boy's hand from his face, and holds it tightly.

Aonung- No you're not. You can barely stand.

Neteyam- Mo'at will patch me up, I'll be fine.

Aonung- Mo'at?

Neteyam pulls his hand back, and turns the other way, stumbling.

Neteyam- We have to keep moving.

Jake- Neteyam?

Aonung turns to his right and sees Jake, with Lo'ak and Rotxo in tow.

Jake runs up to his son, and the boy turns to him, looking faint. Then he looks down at the weakly held wound on Neteyam's side.

Jake- Oh no. No, no, no, hold on.

Jake grabs onto a large leaf, and begins to tear it in half.

Aonung looks into Neteyam's eyes, checking on him, but the golden orbs roll back as his eyelids flutter closed, and the boy falls over.

Aonung catches him, and lays him on the ground, while Jake kneels down with two halves of the large leaf.

He quickly wraps the leaves around the wound, pulling it a bit tighter. Then he lifts Neteyam's limp body up onto his shoulders.

Jake- Stay close, and stay quiet.

The three teens nod, and follow Jake as he leads them safely back to the enclosure.

When they all return, the warriors are waiting and ready. Tonowari walks up to Jake, and sees the troublesome boys he has with him.

Jake- We had a little setback here, but the plan's still on. Prepare for phase two.

Ronal walks up to Jake then leads him to her hut, where he lays Neteyam down for her to tend to.

While the tsahík cares for his son, Jake leads the warriors back out into the forest for the second phase in their plan against the invaders.

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The three boys wait outside of the hut.

Lo'ak is sitting on the ground with his hands clasped together, pressed against his forehead. Rotxo is sitting silently next to him, while Aonung stands leaning against the hut.

Kiri runs up to them, with Tuktirey and Tsireya. She looks around then notices Neteyam on the floor inside the hut. Tuktirey walks up to the entrance, watching Ronal work.

Kiri eyes the other boys angrily.

Kiri- What the hell were you thinking?

No one gives her an answer, and the only one who even looks at her is Rotxo.

Kiri- Lo'ak.

Her brother still holds his head down, and Tsireya walks over to him.

Kiri- Lo'ak!

Rotxo- It wasn't his idea!

Tsireya begins to rub Lo'ak's back, while Kiri just stands in disbelief.

Kiri- Then whose idea was it?

Lo'ak- Neteyam's.

Lo'ak finally looks up at his sister.

Kiri- Seriously? Why would he choose to do something that stupid? And why would you go along with it?

Lo'ak- Dad told me to look out for him.

Kiri- Well it looks like you did a great job.

Tsireya shakes her head at Kiri's sarcasm.

Tsireya- Don't make him feel worse, Kiri.

Kiri- He deserves to feel worse.

Rotxo- No he doesn't.

Kiri- Yes he does!

Rotxo stands from his spot, and walks towards Kiri, who continues to fuss.

Kiri- He was supposed to look out for Neteyam but he couldn't even do that right. Now our brother is in there bleeding out.

Rotxo- It's not his fault!

Kiri- Every time Neteyam nearly dies it's his fault! Every time!

Lo'ak lets out a shaky breath as he covers his face. Rotxo glances back at him, then glares at the crying girl in front of him, clenching his fists.

Aonung notices his rising anger, and walks up to him.

Rotxo- Take it back.

Kiri- Never.

Rotxo- Take it back!

Rotxo steps forward, but Aonung pulls him back by his arms, and turns the smaller boy to face him.

Aonung- Rotxo, look at me.

He looks up at Aonung with heavy breaths from getting so worked up.

Aonung- Calm down.

Rotxo- I am calm.

Aonung- Listen. This situation has made everyone tense. You all need to calm yourselves.

Tsireya nods in agreement. She leaves Lo'ak's side and goes over to his baby sister.

Tsireya- Tuk, come with me.

Tuktirey- But I wanna wait for Neteyam to wake up.

Tsireya- It may take a while, let's do something while we wait.

Tuktirey- Okay.

Tsireya grabs Kiri's arm, dragging her with as they look for a distraction.

Rotxo glances at Lo'ak, but feels conflicted about comforting the boy. He needs some space of his own, so he just walks off in another direction. Leaving Aonung there with Lo'ak.

Aonung walks over to him, and sits down at his side.

Aonung- I know it wasn't your fault.

Lo'ak quickly lifts his head up and faces Aonung, with tears still lingering in his golden eyes.

Aonung- And you shouldn't blame yourself. You cannot control his actions.

Lo'ak- How did you know it was his idea?

Aonung- He has been acting strangely. I think it's because of what I said to him.

Lo'ak- What did you say?

Aonung- I told him to feel what he wants. To let everything out and not hold back his own emotions.

Lo'ak- What made you tell him something like that?

Aonung- He holds himself back for you guys, it wasn't good for him. So I told him to stop. But I didn't think it would cause him to act like this.

Lo'ak- It's not your fault either. I don't think anyone could've predicted how he'd respond to that. Even me.

Lo'ak looks away and begins to wipe his new forming tears.

Lo'ak- I mean, how am I supposed to help him if I don't even know what kind of trouble he's in.

Aonung- You ask.

He blinks twice at the simple answer, then looks at the marine boy.

Lo'ak- How the hell are you so calm?

Aonung- I'm not. My insides are screaming.

Lo'ak- But I can't tell by looking at you . . . You . . . You're just like Neteyam.

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Ronal steps out of the hut, gaining their attention. They both stand, eager to hear an update.

Ronal- I removed the foreign object from his body, now he is stable and resting.

The boys exhale in relief, and Lo'ak wipes his face dry.

Aonung- How long will he take to heal?

Ronal- None of his organs were hit, so with proper care, I estimate a few weeks before he can move around freely without reopening the wound.

Lo'ak- When will he wake up?

Ronal- Soon. You may wait beside him if you like.

With a nod, Lo'ak goes into the hut and sits next to his brother, who's now patched up and under a blanket.

Outside, Ronal and her son observe the boy from a distance.

Ronal- The Sullys will be able to visit him whenever they like, but the boy must stay with us so I can overlook his recovery.

Aonung- I'll let them know.

Ronal- You will aid him once he is up and moving. Do not let him do anything stupid.

Aonung nods, holding back a laugh at her last sentence. Suddenly a horn sounds, signaling their warriors' return.

Ronal- They must have done it.

Aonung- They won?

Ronal- Stay here, and prepare to leave.

Ronal walks off to the edge of the clearing going to greet Jake, Neytiri, and Tonowari. She was disappointed she couldn't rejoin the battle and back them up.

Aonung walks into the hut, then sits next to Lo'ak.

Aonung- I think we'll be going back to our village soon.

Lo'ak- That's great. I think I'll miss living in the trees again though.

Lo'ak laughs softly, and Aonung smiles slightly.

Aonung- Neteyam will have to stay with us while he recovers, but your family is free to visit whenever you'd like.

Lo'ak- My parents will be glad to hear that.

The two boys sit in comfortable silence for a bit, waiting for Neteyam to open his eyes.

Tsireya- Brother!

Rotxo- No, Tsireya, not now!

Aonung and Lo'ak turn towards the entrance as Tsireya storms in, her eyes filled with tears. Rotxo runs in behind her, attempting to keep her back, but he fails.

She walks right over to her brother, and he stands up.

Aonung- Tsireya, what is it? What's wrong?

He wipes the fresh tears from her face, and she takes short breaths.

Tsireya- It's father . . .

Aonung- Father? Is he injured? How bad is it?

She shakes her head, slowly beginning to sob.

Tsireya- H-He is with Eywa now.

Aonung- No . . . Eywa no.

Tears flood down her face as she continues to sob, and Aonung begins to take shaky breaths.

Lo'ak stands as he watches the marine boy's breathing grow quicker, before bolting out of the hut.

Tsireya- Aonung! Aonung, come back!

Rotxo- I told you not to tell him now.

Tsireya- Waiting would've done him no good.

Tsireya continues to cry, and Rotxo gives in and hugs her. He glances at Lo'ak and tilts his head towards the entrance. Lo'ak takes the hint and goes after Aonung.

He spots him in the distance, heading into the forest. Eclipse is close, so he follows as quickly as he can.

He only catches up when Aonung stops and leans against a mossy stone wall, hyperventilating.

Lo'ak- Aonung, listen to me. Try to level your breathing.

Lo'ak places a hand on Aonung's chest, and the boy looks into his eyes.

Lo'ak- Follow my lead.

He inhales slowly, and Aonung attempts to mimic him, his breathing still shaky.

After a few slow inhales and exhales, the marine boy's breathing is finally smooth, but still a bit fast.

Lo'ak- I need you to relax.

Aonung slightly shakes his head, clenching his jaw.

Lo'ak- Why can't you do that?

When he looks into his light colored eyes, and sees them watering, he understands.

Lo'ak- It's okay, bro. You don't have to be strong all the time, I won't judge you.

He averts his gaze, turning his head. Lo'ak sighs, then notices the area they're in. It's dark out, but he still recognizes it.

Lo'ak- Wait. Follow me.

Lo'ak pulls Aonung up to the same opening Rotxo showed him before.

He enters it, with Aonung behind him, and when they reach the cave at the end of the tunnel the marine boy visibly relaxes.

He gasps lightly as his tears begin to fall, looking around at the mesmerizing view. When he turns to Lo'ak, the boy is holding his arms out to him.

Lo'ak- I'm no Neteyam, but do you need a hu-

Aonung hugs Lo'ak tightly before he can finish his sentence. He rubs the larger boy's back as he listens to the small sniffles.

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Back in the clearing, Neytiri and Tsireya comfort Ronal, in a separate hut than her own, to not disturb her resting patient. Kiri, and Tuktirey are by Neteyam's side, while Jake paces around.

Tuktirey- (gasps) Dad, look.

Jake quickly places himself on the other side of Neteyam, as the boy's eyes begin to open. As he slowly looks around, Jake lays a hand on his head, and he speaks softly.

Neteyam- Dad?

Jake- I'm here. You're safe.

Kiri- How're you feeling?

Neteyam- (groans) Like shit.

The girls laugh softly, and a smirk creeps onto Jake's face.

Jake- You'll be alright.

Neteyam- Where is Lo'ak?

Kiri frowns, feeling guilty at the mention of his name.

Tuktirey- Rotxo said he left with Aonung.

Neteyam- And mom?

Jake- She's with Ronal. Look, I don't want you to worry-

Kiri- Tell him, dad.

Jake- (sighs) We were victorious against the invaders, but Tonowari was killed.

The injured boy's eyes widen.

Neteyam- Where is Aonung?

Tuktirey- With Lo'ak, I just told you that.

Jake- He's tired, Tuk.

Kiri- I'm sure they'll be back soon.

The boy attempts to get up, but can't sit up without pain, and it makes him groan once again. Jake and Kiri quickly hold him down.

Jake- You can't move yet, crazy boy.

Tuktirey- You have to keep still.

Neteyam- But-

Jake- No. You need to let your body heal.

Neteyam- (sighs)

Jake- We'll let you get some rest. We're going back to Awa'atlu in the morning, and you'll need your strength to endure the pain of getting moved around.

Kiri and Tuktirey stand, saying goodnight, then leave with Jake to go back to their own hut.

Neteyam barely dwells on anything, because his tired mind and body fall asleep only a short moment after his family leaves.

The next morning, before the sun has fully risen, Lo'ak wakes up and realizes they fell asleep in the cave. Propped up against the wall, Aonung is asleep on his shoulder, and he must've been lying on his head.

Looking at his peacefulness, and remembering the vulnerable side of him he saw the night before, Lo'ak feels much closer to Aonung. He starts to hope their tightened friendship will matter to the marine boy once he breaks up with his sister.

Lo'ak- Aonung . . . Aonung, wake up.

Aonung's eyes open, and he leans up, stretching. Lo'ak rubs the shoulder he slept on. He was heavy.

Aonung- Sorry.

Lo'ak- It's cool, bro. Feeling better?

Aonung- I don't think there's a tear left in my body.

Lo'ak- You feel lighter, don't you?

Aonung- Yeah, it's weird.

Lo'ak- (laughs) Come on.

Lo'ak stands, then offers a hand to Aonung, and he takes it.

They leave the cave and head back to the clearing, where the people have already begun preparations to travel. Lo'ak joins his family, while Aonung immediately goes to his mother.

After preparations are done, they travel back to their village. Unfortunately, without their Olo'eyktan.

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The sun rises, its light glistening on the ocean, and another busy day begins for the Na'vi of Awa'atlu. Things have been especially busy for Aonung. He has to fill the empty role of chief, though he's not yet their leader.

Shortly after returning to the beach, and settling back into their home, Ronal gave birth to his new baby brother. Wari, named in honor of his father, the late Olo'eyktan.

It's been a month since they left the forest. Neteyam has been living with Ronal and her children, as she instructed, and has only recently begun to move around.

The loss of Tonowari hit the village, and the entire clan, hard, but they're still on top of their duties. Jake and Neytiri give the head family help when needed or asked, but Ronal and Aonung usually handle things on their own.

In the den of the clan's head family, Neteyam's eyes are touched by the warmth of sunlight, making them open. He looks around, not motivated in the least to get up, but decides to move anyway.

As he begins to sit up carefully, a hand is placed on his back, helping him. He turns and sees Aonung, holding bandages, and positioning himself next to him. When he starts removing the old bandages from his body, Neteyam just admires his focused face.

They haven't had much time to even have a decent conversation, let alone to hang out, ever since they returned and Aonung gained so many responsibilities. And the fact that Neteyam can't keep up with him while he handles those duties lessens their time together.

When he goes anywhere at all he's accompanied by Tsireya, but they never stay out long because he's been getting tired easily, and afterwards Tsireya has to watch Wari when her mother must tend to her own responsibilities.

The two times in the day when Aonung checks his bandages, sunrise and eclipse, that's the only time Neteyam can really talk to him.

Neteyam- Everyone up and out already?

Aonung- Yeah, mother got an early start, and Tsireya is with her to help with Wari.

Neteyam- Guess I won't be going anywhere today then.

Aonung- She said there's someone else coming to fill in for her.

After sitting the old bandages aside, Neteyam sits straight while he wraps the new ones.

Neteyam- Who?

Aonung- I don't know, but if she chose them they're probably a good choice.

Neteyam hums in response.

Neteyam- How's chiefing?

Aonung- Busy, but I do have a helper. A good one.

Neteyam- Who?

The focused boy finally looks Neteyam in the eyes, with a slight smile.

Aonung- Your brother.

Neteyam- Lo'ak?

Aonung- No, the other one.

Neteyam rolls his eyes at Aonung's sarcasm, making the boy laugh.

Neteyam- So he's actually helping, and not somewhere doing the opposite of what he should?

Aonung- I was shocked too, until he told me why.

Neteyam- What's the reason?

Aonung- You.

Neteyam- Me?

Aonung- He said he's filling in for you until you've recovered.

Neteyam smiles as Aonung finishes tightening his bandages.

Neteyam- Good to know he's warmed up to you. It kinda seems like you've warmed up to him too.

Aonung- Maybe. I guess him being with my sister doesn't seem so bad anymore.

Neteyam chuckles, remembering how offended Aonung was by just the idea of Lo'ak and Tsireya being together before.

Neteyam- Tuk told me you ran off with Lo'ak, back in the forest, after the bad news. Seems like you two have been close since then.

Aonung- You could say that.

Neteyam turns his body to face Aonung's, then leans forward a bit, staring skeptically at him.

Neteyam- What happened between you two.

The marine boy attempts to avert his eyes, but Neteyam grabs his chin, forcing him to look forward.

Neteyam- Talk.

Aonung- We . . . had a little heart-to-heart.

Neteyam gazes into Aonung's eyes for a moment, then down to his lips.

Neteyam- Can we . . . have a little mouth to mouth?

Aonung- Now? I'm already late.

Neteyam clicks his tongue while rolling his eyes and leans back, turning himself back the way he was. The boy's frown makes Aonung feel guilty.

Aonung- I'm sorry.

He attempts to grab Neteyam's hand, but is pushed away.

Neteyam- No, no. Just go.

Aonung- Neteyam-

Neteyam- No, I get it. Duty before everything. I'll just wait, another month won't kill me.

Aonung- . . . Good.

Neteyam quickly turns and sees Aonung standing from his spot looking angered.

Neteyam- Good?

Aonung- Yeah, good, because another month might be just how long you wait.

Neteyam- What?

Aonung- You heard what I said.

The blue boy's face drops as Aonung storms out of the den.

He isn't sure what happened. Aonung is always patient and calm with him. Even when he's pouting, being difficult, or giving the boy a hard time for fun. But he's never reacted this way.

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He doesn't get to dwell on it for long though, because a tall figure walks in, snapping him out of his thoughts.

Mo'dan- Ready?

Neteyam- For what?

Mo'dan- Going out. I'm filling in for Tsireya today.

Neteyam- Oh. Yeah, let's go.

He carefully pulls himself up from the floor, then Mo'dan leads him out into the village.

As they walk around, the taller boy observes how unphased Neteyam seems to be by his wound. Someone would normally be concerned about their recovery.

Mo'dan- For someone who nearly died, you sure seem calm.

Neteyam- I've nearly died a few times before, I guess I'm just used to it.

Mo'dan- Used to nearly getting killed?

Neteyam- I was raised in a war, you know.

Mo'dan- Oh, right.

Neteyam slightly shakes his head.

Mo'dan- What do you and Tsireya normally do?

Neteyam- Just walk around.

Mo'dan- That's it?

Neteyam- I'm not allowed in the water, and I can't strain myself too much, but Ronal said not to sit still all day. So, I walk around.

Mo'dan- You can't do that without supervision?

Neteyam- Your job is to keep me from trying to do anything I just told you I'm not allowed to do. Didn't Tsireya tell you this?

Mo'dan- She just told me to escort you around the village.

Neteyam hums in response, then an idea suddenly comes to him, making him stop. Mo'dan stops and looks at him.

Neteyam- Can we stroll in the forest?

Mo'dan- Um, I guess so. Just don't climb any trees.

Neteyam's face lights up, and Mo'dan sees him smile for the first time since they left the den. The blue boy drags him through the village, then into the forest. Their quickened speed makes Mo'dan worry a little.

Mo'dan- Hey, slow down. You wouldn't want to reopen your wound.

Neteyam- I'm alright.

Mo'dan- Just be careful. I don't want to get in trouble for letting you get hurt.

He slows to a stroll once he's surrounded by the jungle environment, letting go of Mo'dan's wrist and enjoying the view.

As they wander through the trees, Neteyam turns and observes Mo'dan, wondering just what it is about him that's supposed to be trouble. So far he's been very kind, and seems like a relaxed guy. Kiri hasn't complained to Neteyam about him yet either, so he's clear.

As the forest boy continues to think, he doesn't catch himself staring, but Mo'dan does. His icy eyes are staring right back.

Mo'dan- How are you prettier than your sister?

Neteyam- Huh?

Neteyam blinks, replaying what he just heard, and sees the genuine curiosity in Mo'dan's gentle eyes. Then he watches his expression quickly morph into a serious look.

Mo'dan- Stop looking at me like that or I'll set my sights on you instead.

Neteyam quickly faces forward, startled by the threatening tone, and they both proceed to wander. He glances at the taller boy, but quickly turns his head back, unsure of what just happened.

After walking in silence, Neteyam spots a thin blue tail from behind a tree. Ignoring Mo'dan's presence entirely, he moves closer, until seeing Lo'ak's figure with a pair of legs around his waist.

At first, Neteyam begins to stop and go the other way, assuming those legs are Tsireya's and that this must be the real reason she couldn't escort him.

He silently cheers for his brother, thinking Tsireya is a good choice for a mate. But then he takes another look at the pattern on those legs.

Tsireya's stripes are soft, and a bit wide, but these are vibrant, and tight. They look very much like the print of someone else Neteyam knows.

He pauses for a moment, contemplating if he even wants to confirm his suspicion. Then, slowly, he moves forward again, revealing the entire image. Neteyam's eyes widen with a gasp.

Lo'ak with Rotxo pinned up against a tree, and their bonds in tsaheylu.

Neteyam- Lo'ak!

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Lo'ak snaps his head towards the sound of his name, realizing they've just been caught. He looks back at Rotxo, and the boy nods with irritation evident on his face.

Without hesitation, he gently puts Rotxo down and pulls their bonds apart, then sighs heavily.

He looks behind Neteyam and sees Mo'dan standing there in pure shock.

Neteyam- What is this?

Neteyam gestures to both boys, but Lo'ak remains silent. He walks up to his younger brother and places a firm hand on his shoulder.

Neteyam- Lo'ak, when did this happen?

Rotxo- A month ago.

Lo'ak snaps his gaze to Rotxo, and the boy just shrugs, not caring if Neteyam knows.

Neteyam- A month?

Lo'ak turns to face Neteyam again with a nod.

Neteyam- What about Tsireya? Aonung finally accepted you, but you went behind his sister's back and mated with Rotxo.

Lo'ak- You don't need to state the obvious, Tey.

Neteyam- I think I do. Obviously you should have told Tsireya if you didn't want her. Now you're just leading her on.

Lo'ak- Tey-

Neteyam- How are you gonna break this to her?

Lo'ak- I don't know.

Neteyam- How will you break this to Aonung?

Lo'ak- I don't know! Okay?!

Lo'ak shoves his brother off of him, distressed.

Lo'ak- Don't you think I've thought about this already? I know exactly what position I'm in.

Lo'ak leans against the tree and slides down to the ground. Neteyam sighs, calming himself, then kneels in front of Lo'ak.

Neteyam- Why did you do it?

Lo'ak- I didn't mean for this to happen, but I'm not ashamed. I found out Rotxo is better for me. It was a rash decision but it's what I really wanted. Please understand.

Neteyam brings Lo'ak's forehead to his.

Neteyam- I do, I get it.

He smiles with a sigh of relief as his brother releases him. Neteyam looks at Rotxo, standing with his arms crossed.

Neteyam- You can calm down now, Rotxo.

Lo'ak- He's just pouting because he's been waiting for me to break it off with Tsireya. What you witnessed was me trying to make it up to him.

Lo'ak smirks awkwardly at Rotxo, and he shakes his head. Still slightly annoyed because he told Lo'ak they should do it up in the tree instead of on the ground. Had he listened, they never would've been interrupted.

Neteyam- Somehow I still don't think he would've stopped pouting afterwards.

Lo'ak- You don't know how right you are. By the way, what's Mo doing here?

Neteyam looks behind him at the silent, and still shocked, boy that he had forgotten about.

Neteyam- He's my escort today.

Mo'dan- Whatever I just witnessed, I'll keep it to myself.

Lo'ak- Thanks, bro, I didn't even have to ask.

Mo'dan- Rotxo's face made me volunteer.

The Sully boys laugh at Rotxo's intense glare, thinking it's funny because he's the smallest one there.

Neteyam- You can go back to the village, I'll stay with these two a bit longer.

Mo'dan- Ok, just don't hurt yourself out here climbing trees or something.

Mo'dan casually walks off with a wave as the Sully boys chuckle at his words.

Rotxo- Be careful with him, Neteyam.

Neteyam looks at Rotxo's serious expression, after hearing the warning in his tone. But he still doesn't see what the problem is.

Neteyam- Okay, I have to ask. Why? He seems like a nice guy.

Lo'ak- He is, I've gone hunting with him a few times.

Neteyam- What's supposed to be so bad about him?

Rotxo- As long as you don't tell him about you and Aonung, you won't have to find out.

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Lo'ak and Neteyam exchange a look. For a moment, Neteyam wonders if the person Aonung once kissed, but never talked about, is Mo'dan. Though decides not to dwell further on the topic.

Instead, he goes back to the problem at hand.

Neteyam- Pick one. Aonung or Tsireya?

Lo'ak- What?

Neteyam- To tell first.

Lo'ak- Neither.

Neteyam- Lo, come on.

Lo'ak- You weren't even supposed to know. What makes you think I wanna tell them?

Neteyam- Here's a bit of advice, baby bro. If Aonung catches you sneaking around like I did, his reaction is gonna be a lot worse than if you just come clean.

Lo'ak- I think the moment I tell him I'm breaking up with his sister, he's gonna kill me before I can elaborate.

Rotxo holds back a laugh, and when Lo'ak shoots him a look he looks the other way innocently. Neteyam smiles, thinking this new found couple is pretty cute.

Lo'ak sighs, and looks at his brother.

Neteyam- So?

Lo'ak- I . . . I think I need to tell Aonung first.

Rotxo- You sure?

Lo'ak- I think so.

Neteyam suddenly remembers the way Aonung spoke of his brother earlier. It was a moment that told him the two have really accepted each other. It made him happy. But this situation could ruin it if not handled carefully.

Neteyam- When I talked to him earlier, I could tell he's really warmed up to you. He even approved of you and Tsireya.

Lo'ak's face turns sorrowful. That's all he wanted when he first decided to be with the girl.

Neteyam- When you tell him this, you will likely break his trust. You know that, right?

Lo'ak- I do . . . But I also know I can regain it.

Rotxo smiles softly, and kneels next to Lo'ak.

Rotxo- I will help you.

Neteyam- Are you ready?

Lo'ak nods, not happy about what he has to do, but knows it needs to be done.

With that, Rotxo and Lo'ak follow Neteyam back to the village.

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By the time they reach Ronal's den, Neteyam begins to feel a slight pain in his wound, telling him he's done enough moving around for now.

The first thing he does is sit down, resting himself. Suddenly Tsireya walks out of the back and greets them with Wari in her arms.

Lo'ak immediately tenses up, nearly forgetting to greet her back, but Rotxo taps his arm to get it out of him.

Lo'ak- Hey. Busy day?

Tsireya- Very busy. What have you three been up to?

Lo'ak- Just walking around the forest.

Tsireya- No wonder Neteyam needed to sit down so fast.

Neteyam- Where's Aonung?

Tsireya- I last saw him down at the shore. I think you should wait till he is finished with his duties before hanging out though.

Neteyam- Okay, we'll wait here.

Neteyam lays on the floor with his hands behind his head, completely relaxed. Rotxo decides to leave, and Lo'ak sits near his brother.

It doesn't take long for Neteyam to fall asleep. He was in the forest half the day, which is much more than he's done in the past month.

Once eclipse reveals the dancing stars, Neteyam and Lo'ak are still both asleep next to each other. But their slumber is rudely interrupted by the loud sound of a horn, followed by more.

Lo'ak jolts up, and Neteyam flinches, then groans a bit from moving the muscles in his torso so quickly.

Lo'ak helps him stand, then Tsireya comes out of the back. The moment they step out of the den there's panic everywhere outside.

Each of them looks around frantically at the rising chaos.

Lo'ak- What the hell is going on?

Neteyam- Sky people?

Tsireya- Stay here with Wari, I will go find my mother.

Just as Tsireya runs off, Rotxo comes over from another direction.

Rotxo- Guys!

He nearly runs into Lo'ak, stumbling over a bit, and Neteyam helps steady him.

Neteyam- What is it? What's going on?

Rotxo- It's Aonung, he's missing.

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Neteyam lets the information set in, and tries not to panic like the rest of the village. Lo'ak places a hand on his shoulder, and he takes a deep breath, asking himself one question.

Where would Aonung run off to?

Neteyam- Okay. Okay, okay, okay. I got it. The Three Brothers.

Lo'ak- How do you know?

Neteyam- It's his favorite place. And yours, skxawng.

Lo'ak- Then let's ride.

Jake- No.

Jake storms up to the boys with Tsireya walking behind him.

Jake- None of you are going anywhere. Especially you.

Jake points a finger at his eldest son, then continues walking along the woven paths towards the Sully den.

Neteyam desperately follows close behind him with Lo'ak, and Rotxo in tow. Leaving Tsireya at her den to look after Wari.

Neteyam- I'm going.

Jake- Neteyam-

Neteyam- I know where he is, and I can bring him back, easily.

Jake- No. That's my final answer.

Neteyam- But I can-

Jake- Do what?!

His father suddenly turns around, looking him dead in the eyes.

Jake- Die?!

Neteyam loses his words for a moment, due to the way his father is shouting at him, and gives a delayed response.

Neteyam- No.

Jake- You're wounded. What the hell else would you do?

Neteyam- Help.

Jake pauses, simply staring at his son, shocked he truly believes he can do something despite his wound.

Jake- Is that why you took your brother into a battle he didn't belong in?

The boy goes silent, averting his gaze while remembering the events that took place in the forest.

Jake- Because you thought you could help? Even after I told your ass to stay out of it.

Jake places a heavy hand on Neteyam's shoulder, jerking him a bit, making him look up.

Jake- What the hell is wrong with you, boy? What happened to that great warrior? The one that knew what he was doing, and followed orders.

Neteyam- I'm sorry, Sir.

Jake- No, don't apologize, give me a damn explanation. We get here and all of a sudden you're actin' worse than Lo'ak.

His youngest son rolls his eyes, but it goes unnoticed.

Neteyam- I had to fight.

Jake- No, the warriors had to fight.

Neteyam- I am a warrior.

Jake- No you're not. Not anymore.

Neteyam's body freezes as he looks up into his father's eyes.

Neteyam- What?

Jake- You're just a homesick child.

Neteyam- Dad-

Jake- And before you can stand by my side again, you need to get over that.

His gaze drops with a shaky breath.

Jake- Now go sit your ass down somewhere and let your body heal.

Neteyam- . . . Yes, sir.

After Neteyam responds in a sharp whisper, Jake continues on to his den to grab some gear and head out to the Three Brothers rocks and retrieve Ronal's son as she instructed him to. Leaving his eldest son standing there shattered.

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Lo'ak finally walks up to Neteyam, expecting him to be enraged, but instead finds no emotion on his face.

He places his hands on Neteyam's shoulders, attempting to look into his eyes and get some kind of reaction from him.

Lo'ak- Neteyam.

Neteyam- I give up.

Lo'ak- What?

Neteyam- I said I give up!

Neteyam shoves his brother off of him. Lo'ak is glad to have a reaction from him, he was afraid he had been broken, but this isn't exactly ideal to him either.

Neteyam- First Aonung gets pissed at me, and now dad renounces me as a warrior. I'm through with this shit.

Lo'ak- When did Aonung get pissed at you?

Neteyam- This morning.

Lo'ak- Why?

Neteyam- . . . I don't know. Maybe there really is something wrong with me.

Lo'ak- Tey-

Neteyam- No. I'm going back to sleep.

With a hand over his now aching wound, Neteyam heads back to Ronal's den, and Lo'ak simply stands there worried with Rotxo.

Rotxo- I don't like seeing him this way.

Lo'ak- I know. Me too.

Rotxo- What are we gonna do?

Lo'ak- Help him.

Rotxo- Isn't that what Aonung was supposed to be doing?

Lo'ak- Yeah, but-

Rotxo- I can't imagine he would just abandon him.

Lo'ak- He didn't.

Rotxo looks up at Lo'ak, intrigued because he sounds so sure.

Lo'ak- You've heard Aonung say him and Neteyam are alike.

Rotxo- Yeah.

Lo'ak- It's true. He's just like him. That's why he suddenly did something weird.

Rotxo- What do you mean?

Lo'ak- Aonung knew Neteyam was overwhelmed and needed him, but that's only because he's the exact same way.

Rotxo's eyes widen at the sudden realization. Aonung has been bending over backwards for everyone, especially Neteyam, and hasn't asked anyone for help.

Lo'ak- He needs help, Rotxo. And if it's bad enough for him to abandon Neteyam and his village . . . Then getting him to come back might not be so easy.

Rotxo- Then JakeSully may fail.

Lo'ak- (sighs) There's nothing we can do. Dad won't let us go with, and he might actually kill us both if we try anyway.

Rotxo sighs, and the two boys head back to Ronal's den to check on Neteyam.

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Meanwhile, Jake has already left on his Skimwing. Riding through the waves with his gear, ready to take on anything to bring back Ronal's son.

After zooming through the ocean, he reaches the Three Brothers rocks.

As he rides along the shore, looking for signs of the missing boy, he hears the sound of an Ilu. The creature suddenly splashes frantically nearby, then swims right up to him.

Assuming it belongs to Aonung, he hops off his Skimwing and walks up onto the rocky beach.

It's hard to really see anything within the rocky landscape, so he pulls out a small flashlight, hoping the juice doesn't run out before he finds Aonung.

He travels up the shore, scanning for any signs of the boy. And it doesn't take long for him to find something.

A small object on the ground reflects the light of his torch. Cautious, he approaches the object and kneels down for a better view.

His eyes widen as he picks the object up, holding it out to ensure that's what he's seeing.

A small tranquilizer dart, with a bit of blood on its end.

He holds the light up seeing a few more reflections in the distance, and curses to himself.

With this evidence, he's sure, Aonung was taken by sky people. The blood on the dart is dry, meaning this happened long before he arrived.

Jake sighs deeply, fed up with their spreading war.

This battle is far too friendly, always inviting more to partake in its violence.

If the Metkayina felt this wasn't their war before, it certainly will be now.

First their Olo'eyktan, and now the threat of his heir. Jake won't be able to keep the people calm after this, but he has to tell Ronal.

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Hours earlier, the soon to be leader of the Metkayina had grown incredibly frustrated with everyone and everything around him.

The endless demands. The endless responsibilities. The endless expectations. The endless pressure. The endless problems. The lack of concern for just him: His halted mourning. His disbelief, shock, anger, and resentment. His sadness, heartache, fear, and helplessness. The lack of concern for his needs.

He felt so empty, yet so overwhelmed with emotion at the same time. He couldn't take it anymore, so he left for a break. Some time alone to try and separate himself from his burden of a life. But he still couldn't distract himself from this new form of pain he didn't know how to handle.

As he walked aimlessly around the rocky shore, he didn't notice the enemy approaching him. The enemy whose ship was already there when he arrived, but he hadn't noticed because he was blinded by his inner turmoil.

That blindness is what made him leave home with no weapon, and the reason he couldn't fight back when the first avatar attacked him.

First he was shot in the arm with a dart, but quickly pulled it out after feeling the pain. He had no clue what the object was, but knew he was under attack. His first instinct was to dive into water, but he was too far from the shore.

His next thought was to find the cave they used for shelter before, to hide. But as he tried to make his way there, he was hit with another dart. This time he just left it there, only focusing on running, unaware of the sharp object's true purpose.

When he was hit a third time, his body began to feel heavy, his mind became dull, and his vision was blurred. He became disoriented as he attempted to keep going, but his limbs gave out, making him hit the ground lying still on his stomach.

Still barely conscious, he saw an avatar lean down and look him in his blurred eyes with a smile, before passing out.

Colonel Miles Quaritch instructed one of the others to carry the marine boy's unconscious body to the boat. They rode the boat back to their ship, and once boarded, the avatar carrying Aonung followed the Colonel to an empty room where they left the young Na'vi lying on the floor.

As they headed back onto the deck, a certain human boy, with painted blue stripes, emerged from his hiding spot nearby. He looked around, scanning the empty area, making sure no one was approaching. Then, he quickly entered the room, closing the door softly behind him, and began observing their unconscious Metkayina captive.

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As Aonung begins to regain his consciousness, he can feel the cold floor beneath him. He opens his heavy eyes and they adjust to the sudden bright light. His mind is still disoriented, and his senses are still dulled, but he hears someone speaking to him in Na'vi.

When the groggy feeling begins to fade, he finally sits himself up to face the person talking to him, but when he sees the face of a human he immediately snarls at him. Spider remains calm and gives him some space to let his memories come back to him.

But letting him remember how he was captured doesn't help him calm down, it riles him up even more. He hisses at the human boy, and lunges at him. Spider quickly moves out of the way and stands behind Aonung. He grabs the end of Aonung's tail, then the Metkayina boy pins him to the floor in an instant.

Spider- Damn, it's like Neteyam all over again.

These muttered words stop Aonung's actions completely. He blinks for a moment, then finally uses his words with the boy.

Aonung- What?

Spider- Uh . . . A friend of mine, he hates people touching his tail too.

Aonung- A friend?

Aonung releases him and sits down. Spider leans up, glad he's communicating now instead of trying to kill him.

Aonung- How do you know him?

Spider- I grew up around them, Jake's family.

He observes the painted blue stripes and loincloth, and tilts his head the slightest.

Aonung- What are you, some sort of Na'vi wannabe?

Spider- Are you a friend of Neteyam's?

Aonung- Yeah, and he has never mentioned any human friends.

Spider- You don't believe me?

Aonung- I have no reason to, you're with the sky people.

Spider- They captured me, before Jake's family left the forest.

Aonung looks at him skeptically, but also thinks he does seem to know his native tongue very well, so perhaps he was raised among Na'vi.

Spider- Look, I can't make you trust me, but just know that you can. I'm the only one here who's on your side.

Suddenly the door opens, and in walks Colonel Quaritch and a couple other avatars. Aonung stands on guard and hisses at his captors. Spider immediately notices the taser one of them is holding, and walks over to them.

Miles- Good to see you awake.

Aonung hisses at the man, not understanding a word he said but feeling threatened nonetheless. The man smirks in return.

Miles- Now we can get started.

Spider- On what?

The male avatar with the taser hits a button, turning it on with a devious smile.

Spider- An interrogation. No, you can't do that.

Miles- And why not?

Spider- It's wrong.

Miles- What's "wrong" is harboring fugitives.

Spider- What if he doesn't know anything?

Miles- What if he does?

He glances back at Aonung, thinking, then looks up at the Colonel.

Spider- Let me handle this. Without the taser.

The other avatars mumble in annoyance, and the Colonel glances back at them, hearing their protests.

Miles- How exactly are you gonna get anything out of him without a threat?

Spider- I can talk to him.

The other two laugh, and Quaritch scoffs.

Miles- If talking was all it took, we would've found the Sullys long before now.

Spider- Trust me, I can do this. Just don't hurt him.

With a roll of his eyes, Quaritch gestures for the other two to leave. They reluctantly comply.

Miles- Knock yourself out.

With that, the Colonel leaves the room, closing the door with a heavy hand. Spider turns back to face Aonung with a sigh of relief.

Aonung- What just happened?

Spider- I told them to let me talk to you instead of hurting you for information.

Aonung- If this is your way of trying to earn my trust, it'll take more than that.

Spider- I didn't do it for you, I did it for Neteyam. Plus this whole thing is just wrong to begin with.

Aonung- So you really are his friend?

Spider nods, and Aonung thinks for a moment. Neteyam isn't there to confirm their relationship, but for now he won't completely distrust the human boy. Simply because of the morals he seems to have.

Aonung- What's your name?

Spider- Spider. What's yours?

Aonung- Aonung.

Spider- Okay, Aonung, let's talk.

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After that, their daily conversations began. Spider's duty is to gain information from Aonung, but he always tells the others he needs more time to really gain Aonung's trust. Which isn't entirely wrong, he does need more time for that, but he's known the location of the Sullys since the first time he spoke to him.

Coming up with new excuses or fake conversations is a tough task when the other avatars are already suspecting him of lying, but so far nothing has changed. Quaritch has yet to call it off, so Spider continues "negotiations".

Aonung, these past few days, has been low key enjoying his lack of responsibilities. Even though he's a captive, he feels more free than he did back in his village. There's no pressure on him here, he just sits in a room waiting for Spider to return with food, water, or for conversation.

It's not an ideal situation, but the experience has given him some peace of mind. A break from the turmoil his people put him through. Though he'd be lying if he said he didn't miss them. He misses all of them, especially Neteyam. The last time he spoke to him he snapped, but he's hoping the other boy isn't mad at him for it.

As Aonung sits against the wall in thought, a familiar clicking sound is heard. Spider unlocks the door and comes in with a lunch bag. This is day five of being trapped among the sky people, and Aonung has gotten used to the routine.

Spider sits the bag down and places himself in front of Aonung with his legs crossed.

Aonung- More fish?

Spider- It's what you guys eat, right?

Aonung- Some fruits would be nice.

Spider- I'd choose fish over berries any day.

Aonung chuckles and Spider hands him a fish sandwich, then starts eating his own. When he stops, he pulls a bottle out of the bag to pour himself some soda, the marine boy stares at the bubbly liquid with wide eyes.

Aonung- What is that for?

Spider- Drinking.

Aonung- You drink that?

Spider- It's soda. I thought I'd let you try some.

Aonung looks at the strange drink as Spider pours him some in a cup, then he looks back up at the boy.

Aonung- It looks like acid.

Spider- It's not- . . . Actually, you know what, yeah it kinda is. Like weak acid. It's good though, try it.

Aonung- No.

Spider- Why not?

Aonung- It's acid.

Spider- No, it's flavored acid.

Aonung- I'm not drinking that.

Spider- Dude, it's good. Watch.

Spider takes a long sip from his cup, then exhales in satisfaction.

Spider- Oh look, I'm still alive.

Aonung rolls his eyes, and Spider hands him the full cup. He reluctantly takes it, and stares at the bubbles for a moment before taking a small sip. The slight sting on his tongue fades quickly then he tastes the flavor of the drink.

Aonung- It will take some getting used to, but the flavor isn't bad.

Spider- Still prefer water?

Aonung- Yes.

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Spider pulls a water bottle out of his bag and hands it to Aonung. The marine boy takes it then looks at his cup of soda.

Aonung- I shouldn't waste it.

Spider- I'll finish it, I love this shit. Best thing Quaritch has ever shown me.

He takes the cup and pours the rest into his own empty one. Aonung shakes his head then drinks his refreshing water, ending with a satisfied hum.

Spider- Why do you seem so, I don't know, calm? It's like you're not even worried about what could happen to you here.

Aonung- Being here like this has given me a much needed break.

Spider- What do you mean?

Aonung- The reason I was able to be captured to begin with is because I left my village alone, escaping the pain it gave me.

Spider- What kind of pain?

Aonung- Pressure, and a lot of built up emotions.

Spider- What finally sent you over the edge?

Aonung- I'm not entirely sure. It's always come in waves, and it was never enough to break me.

Spider- But the last time was different. It was overwhelming.

Aonung looks at the deeply understanding expression on Spider's face. He's understanding this almost perfectly.

Aonung- Yeah. How did you know that?

Spider- I like to play carefree, but I struggle too.

Aonung- Being stuck here with them?

Spider- No. Something else I've dealt with a lot longer.

Aonung- Now I'm curious. What troubles someone like you?

Spider thinks deeply for a moment, then averts his gaze.

Spider- You'll probably think it's stupid.

Aonung- I won't.

Aonung places his large hand on Spider's shoulder, and the boy looks up at him.

Aonung- I swear it.

Spider takes Aonung's hand from his shoulder, holding it up.

Spider- Look at your hand. It's huge to me, but normal for Na,vi.

He turns his hand over, showing the stripes on his marine skin.

Spider- Look at your stripes. They're natural, you didn't have to put them there.

Aonung- You can't help that you're human.

Spider- Exactly! I'm from the sky people, but even though I was raised Na'vi, they still look at me like I'm a demon.

Spider looks down at Aonung's hand held by both of his.

Spider- Neytiri, she scares the hell outta me. I have nightmares about that woman. About her finally deciding to kill me because she'll never see me for who I am. All she'll ever see is a demon. That's all anyone will ever see.

Aonung- Her children, they know you, right? I'm sure they don't see you that way.

The boy takes a calming breath, and his body relaxes from how tense it has gotten in the past moment.

Spider- They don't, they've never judged me for being human. That's why being around them was great. Honestly, I wouldn't have a problem with being this way, if there wasn't one thing I really wish I could have.

Aonung- What is that?

Spider- . . . A queue.

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A queue, a bond. The thing that everyone around him has but him. Even the humans he knows have avatars, and can experience the connection, but he's left not being able to experience any of it.

Spider- I guess the biggest thing that bothers me is knowing it'll never happen.

Spider stares down at the stripes on Aonung's hand with such a sad look it almost makes the marine boy feel guilty for even having them. But Spider quickly shakes the feeling off and releases his hand, and tries to speak in a normal tone rather than the pitiful one he was subconsciously using.

Spider- So, what about you? What's the source of your pain?

Aonung- When our clan leader was killed, I was left to fill his shoes.

Spider- Fill his shoes? As a successor? Wait, you're-

Aonung- The son of Tonowari, and the next Olo'eyktan.

The boy stares in awe.

Aonung- I would've had more years to prepare, but now it's already my responsibility, and I'm not even official yet.

Spider- I'm so sorry.

Aonung- It isn't your fault. You may be human, but I know you aren't one of them.

Spider- Thanks. Jake once told me something like that. You should talk to him.

Aonung- He won't understand.

Spider- What makes you say that?

Aonung- Neteyam and I were in the same position. Sons of great leaders who expect the best from us, and who pressure us.

Interrupting their conversation, the door suddenly opens and in walks Colonel Quaritch with a smug look on his face.

Miles- I knew you were holdin' out on me.

Spider- Shit.

Miles- (chuckles) Son of the dead Metkayina clan leader.

Aonung hisses at him, but he approaches unphased. He grabs him by the bond, making the boy snarl in pain, and pulls him off the floor.

Miles- You're their future, I'm sure they wouldn't mind trading the Sullys for you. What do you think?

He hisses again in response, and the Colonel releases him. He drops to the floor and glares up at the avatar, trying to ignore the familiar pain in his bond.

Spider- You can't do this.

Miles- Stay outta the way, boy, 'cause you're about to see just how well I can.

Quaritch confidently leaves the room, and Spider turns to Aonung apologetically. But the marine boy has his eyes clenched shut, and a hand on his bond.

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Back in Awa'atlu, Jake lands his Ikran on the beach, and is approached by many warriors, plus Ronal and Neytiri. He hops off the large creature and runs up to them both urgently.

Jake- I found them, they're headed in our direction.

Ronal- They are coming back? What for, to capture someone else?

Jake- No, they probably know who Aonung is, and are coming back to bargain. Your son, for my family.

Ronal hisses, angered by the sky people's tactics. She steps closer to Jake and looks him in the eyes with certainty.

Ronal- They will not have you.

Some of the warriors begin to murmur in disapproval. The safety of their next Olo'eyktan is the priority of their focus. Neytiri turns to look at them as their murmurs turn into loudly heard protests.

Their Tsahìk quickly turns to them with a loud snarl.

Ronal- Silence!

As the crowd quiets down, one bold warrior steps forward. His right eye is blinded by the scar he received from an ocean predator long ago. He is Ko'nan, father of Mo'dan.

Ko'nan- You must hear us.

Neteyam and Lo'ak walk out of the crowd with Rotxo, listening to the commotion. Ko'nan gestures to them and Neytiri.

Ko'nan- These people are outsiders. You would abandon our future to protect them?

Ronal- Tonowari died to protect them!

Ko'nan- But, Tsahìk-

Ronal- The late Olo'eyktan, my mate, made them Metkayina! They honor our ways, and I will honor my mate's wishes.

Ko'nan- But if you just give them to the sky people, we will have our young leader, with no blood shed.

Ronal tilts her chin up in sheer authority, glancing at the Sully kids, then back at the protesting warrior.

Ronal- This family belongs to us now. They are my people, and I will not let them be taken by demons.

Ko'nan- Then you abandon him.

Small gasps are heard in the crowd, and Neytiri snarls at him with a scowl.

Neytiri- You dare accuse this mother of abandoning her child!

The accused mother holds her hand up, looking at Neytiri with calming eyes, and Neytiri silences herself.

Ronal- I will not let them take JakeSully's family, but I will also not allow them to keep my son.

She turns away from the warriors to face Jake.

Ronal- Great War Leader. Toruk Makto. I assume you have a plan for rescuing my son.

Jake- I do, but you can't come with us.

She blinks, taken aback, but before she can verbally disapprove, Jake explains his reasoning.

Jake- We need the Tsahìk alive. I know you're strong, but we can't risk losing you too.

Ronal takes a moment to look around at the warriors, and the villagers behind them, who need her. With a sigh, she faces Jake again.

Ronal- Then so be it. What is your plan?

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Jake looks to the warriors, and Ronal steps to the side as he prepares to speak to them.

Jake- We take the fight to them.

His decision insights cheers from any warriors, excluding Ko'nan. The Tsahìk nods in approval, a small smile on her face. Proud of how this former outsider can now rally her people.

As she decides to take her leave, and head back to her den, the warriors quiet down and gather around Jake for further instructions.

Jake- In the water we have the advantage. So we'll meet 'em halfway with an ambush.

While Jake goes over further details on positions and timing, his sons are behind the crowd eavesdropping. He told them previously that they weren't to be involved in any warrior affairs. But the boys are determined to get involved.

After being told off by his father, Neteyam is eager to prove his worth, and show him the warrior he tossed aside.

As the three boys listen closely, Lo'ak notices Mo'dan pacing and looking distressed.

Lo'ak- I know things are tense, but what's he so worked up for?

Neteyam turns to observe the boy as well. Rotxo looks at Mo'dan, then simply looks away with no answer. When Lo'ak starts to walk towards him, the smaller boy quickly pulls him back with a tight grip on his arm.

Lo'ak- I'm just going to ask what's wrong.

Rotxo- Don't.

Lo'ak- Why not? Look at him.

Rotxo- You won't like what you hear.

Lo'ak- So you know?

He releases Lo'ak's arm, but says nothing.

Neteyam- Okay, enough of this.

Neteyam places a firm hand on Rotxo's shoulder, turning the boy to face him. He looks directly into his eyes with an unbreaking gaze.

Neteyam- What's the deal with Mo'dan? Why do we have to tread so lightly with him?

Rotxo- I can't tell you.

Neteyam- You can, you just won't.

Rotxo- I refuse to say anything.

Neteyam- What's the deal with him and Aonung? If they had something in the past or whatever I won't care, okay, I just want to know why things are so weird when it comes to him.

Rotxo averts his eyes, and Lo'ak places a gentler hand on his shoulder.

Lo'ak- You need to just spill it already. Unless you want me to go over there and ask.

The smaller boy quickly looks at Lo'ak and can tell he's not joking with him. With a deep breath, he looks back into Neteyam's still unbroken gaze, and speaks just above a whisper.

Rotxo- He . . . (sighs) He is mated to Aonung.

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Neteyam's heart drops. Out of the many hard to take things he was expecting, this was not one of them. Lo'ak's eyes grow just as wide as his brother's.

Lo'ak- So, they mated and it didn't work out?

Rotxo- No . . .

Neteyam- Then what happened?

Rotxo looks away, feeling rising anxiousness. Neteyam grips his other shoulder as well, making Lo'ak pull his hand back.

Neteyam- Rotxo, please. What happened?

Rotxo- It was forced.

Neteyam lets out a slight breath of relief at the thought that Aonung made that decision because of his parents. Putting his responsibilities before his personal opinions is a thing the marine boy often does.

Neteyam- So their parents arranged it. That explains why it didn't work out.

Rotxo- No.

The Sully boys blink in equal confusion.

Neteyam- What?

Lo'ak- You said it was forced.

Rotxo- It was.

Lo'ak and Neteyam's faces drop at the chilling thought of what Rotxo is implying.

Lo'ak- You don't mean . . .

Neteyam's wave of shock quickly turns into sheer rage.

Neteyam- That asshole . . . He forced Aonung to mate with him.

Rotxo feels the grip on his shoulders tighten and looks up at the seething boy in front of him. Lo'ak places a hand on his brother's back as he begins to breathe heavily.

Rotxo- Neteyam, this is starting to hurt.

Lo'ak- Bro, calm down.

Neteyam- How?!

Neteyam releases Rotxo and turns to Lo'ak. A few heads turn their way.

Rotxo- Keep it down.

Neteyam- How can you expect me to be calm after what we just heard?

Lo'ak- We don't have time to beat his ass, we have to focus on rescuing Aonung.

Jake- The only thing Neteyam needs to be focusing on is healing.

The boys turn and see Jake walking towards them, and Neytiri slowing her stride to a halt. They were both headed to their den, but Jake overheard Lo'ak.

Neteyam- Father, please. I can fight, my strength is returning.

Jake- You're still wounded, those bandages make you a target, and the moment you reopen that wound you'll be in more danger.

Neteyam- It won't, I'll be careful.

Jake- Don't lie to me, boy. I raised you, and I know you're never careful.

Neteyam- So what if I take risks? I'm a warrior, that's what we do.

Jake- You are no warrior.

Neteyam- But-

Jake- Lo'ak, make sure he stays out of this.

Lo'ak- Yes, Sir.

His father ends the conversation there and rejoins his mother on their walk back to the den for weapons and supplies. Once they enter, Jake immediately starts grabbing his things and loading his gun. While Neytiri grabs her bow and arrows.

She glances at her mate, and her til flicks around, showing her irritation. He notices her watching, and picks up on it.

Jake- What is it?

Neytiri- Why must you be so hard on him?

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Jake half rolls his eyes with a sigh, and continues prepping. He's heard this question a million times.

Neytiri- All he has ever longed for is to be the warrior you trained him to be. Now you tell him he isn't one at all, after training as one his whole life.

Jake- Neteyam is a great warrior.

His words shock Neytiri, but she doesn't speak, she listens intently.

Jake- No doubt about it, that boy is one of the best warriors I've ever fought with . . . But that's exactly why he shouldn't be one now.

Neytiri places herself next to Jake, with a hand on his arm. He looks down at her understanding expression that's just waiting for him to voice his whole concern.

Jake- Warriors are tough, but borderline suicidal. They give their everything, fighting for what they have to protect, including their own lives. And even though he's injured, I know damn sure Neteyam would still do the same.

Neytiri- Ma'Jake.

She places a hand on Jake's cheek and caresses it.

Jake- I don't want him to die like that, Neytiri. I couldn't live with myself if I let him get killed.

Neytiri- Then tell him that. He will understand.

Jake- I don't think he would.

Neytiri- You doubt his understanding.

Jake- I've never been able to stop him from putting everyone else first. He'll never willingly sit back and let others handle things when he knows he could be doing something, anything to help.

Neytiri- Is that so bad?

Jake- It is when he could die because of it.

Neytiri- Forcing him out with no explanation like this isn't the way to handle him. Talk to him.

Jake- (sighs) Later. We have an ambush to do.

While Neytiri and Jake head back to the beach, armed and ready, Lo'ak, Neteyam, and Rotxo are hiding nearby. In the waist deep, shallow water, behind a large rock, the boys wait for the warriors to set out so they can follow behind.

Rotxo keeps an eye on the warriors, while Neteyam and Lo'ak pet their Ilu in wait.

Neteyam- You know he's gonna kill you when he finds out we followed them.

Lo'ak- I'm fine with that, as long as you're still alive to see it.

Neteyam- Don't worry, I'll be fine as long as you have my back.

Lo'ak- Always, bro.

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Grey clouds dim the skies as many Metkayina warriors surface themselves in the water around the ship harboring their next Olo'eyktan.

The ship comes to a halt with many men, and Quaritch's avatar squad on deck. The Na'vi have them entirely surrounded, but the Colonel still looks as smug as ever.

He walks to the edge of the deck, observing the many warriors before him. One in particular, though, doesn't seem to be present. He looks up at the only Ikran in the sky at the front.

Neytiri stares back at him with a glare.

Miles- Mrs. Sully, mind tellin' me where your partner is?

He receives only a hiss as an answer, and shrugs it off.

Miles- Guess it doesn't matter. I'm not trying to fight you today, I wanna offer you a deal.

Neytiri- My family will not leave with you, and you will not keep the boy.

At her rejection, he takes a moment to just chuckle, then hand-signals to a few of the avatars to circle around the deck in hopes of finding Jake's location.

He knows he's there somewhere.

Once he gives his silent command, he faces Neytiri, readying his gun, and gives a late response.

Miles- I'm glad you feel that way.

Within the ship, Spider quickly makes his way to the captive's room after seeing the commotion.

As men start rushing through the halls with gear, he swiftly makes his way through them, hoping to not gain their attention while he attempts to free their hostage.

Unfortunately, life rarely ever goes as planned. As he tries to slip through them unnoticed, a man suddenly grabs onto his arm; Asking where he's going.

Before he can muster up a believable excuse, a round of gunshots fire through the hall.

He quickly ducks down, like many others, but a few are shot, and collapse to the floor. Someone shouts "Na'vi!". While the man tries to drag Spider with him, the boy turns around and sees Jake Sully taking people down left and right.

He snatches his arm from the guy's grip, and elbows him in the face. When the man hits the floor, he takes his gun and calls to his ally.

Spider- Jake, this way! He's this way!

Jake hears him and moves his way as the boy clears the rest of the hall with the gun he stole. He continues firing until he's well out of bullets, and he stands there breathing a bit heavily.

Jake places a hand on his shoulder.

Jake- You alright? Got a little trigger happy there.

Spider- Yeah, yeah I'm good.

Spider drops the gun and Jake removes his hand, looking back to make sure they got them all.

Spider- Come on, he's this way.

He follows Spider down a few halls, cautiously, quickly shooting anyone who pops up in their way. Then they finally go up to a specific room door.

Spider opens a patch in the wall, where the key is normally stored, but finds nothing.

Spider- Shit, Quaritch must have the key.

Without fret, Jake begins to kick the door in, until it comes off the hinges and hits the floor with a loud scrape. He walks in with Spider behind him, and Aonung stands from the floor walking over to them.

Jake- You alright?

Aonung- (nods)

Jake- Okay. We gotta blow this place.

Spider- You wanna blow up the ship?

Jake- It's part of the plan. Got any bombs?

Spider- That's not enough to sink it.

Jake lets out a sharp breath, and thinks for a short moment before speaking with confidence.

Jake- The fuel tank. Where is it?

Spider- Follow me.

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Jake follows the boy with Aonung close behind. Their plan is for Jake to destroy the ship from the inside while the other warriors attack from the outside. To cut off all their communications, destroy their weapon supply and gear, and ensure they can't follow the Na'vi home.

They reach the boiler room, and while Jake increases the temperature, Spider keeps an eye on the pressure meter to the fuel tank.

Once it starts going up, they know it's working. After that, Jake takes them back through the ship, and onto deck, where it's started pouring.

Quaritch and the other avatars are up in the sky on their Ikran, fighting the warriors in the water, away from the ship, as according to plan. But someone is still fighting the men on deck, which shouldn't be at this stage of their plan, because they're sinking the ship.

Jake walks out to the front, leaving Spider and Aonung on the side, then sees Lo'ak, Rotxo, and Neteyam. Each of them fighting on deck, unaware of what's soon to happen.

After Lo'ak tosses his defeated opponent aside, he looks up at his father storming towards him.

Jake- I'm not even gonna ask why the hell you're here. Just get off this ship, it's gonna blow.

He looks around at the defeated men, but only sees Rotxo, then Spider and Aonung coming around.

Jake- Where's Neteyam?

Lo'ak- Looking for Aonung.

Jake- He went inside. Damn it!

Lo'ak- I'm sor-

Jake- Save it, just get outta here. Take Spider and Aonung with yo-Aonung!

Aonung runs back into the ship going after Neteyam, and Jake mentally kills them both before running after him.

Spider, Lo'ak, and Rotxo make their escape, as instructed. The boys would've known the rest of Jake's plan had they not gotten distracted by Mo'dan.

Jake catches up to the marine boy, within a hall, and quickly grabs his arm, yanking him to make him turn around.

Jake- Get out of here, I'll find Neteyam.

Aonung- No.

Jake- We don't have time for this, just go.

Aonung- No, I won't. He needs my help.

Jake simply rolls his eyes, and moves forward, telling Aonung to stay close. He really has no time to argue with the boy.

As they continue to frantically search around, calling for Neteyam, he grows more worried by the second.

Jake- I swear if anything happens to him . . . Why the hell did you leave?

Aonung- You wouldn't understand.

Jake- Try me.

Aonung waits while Jake calls out to Neteyam once more before continuing.

Aonung- I had to leave.

Jake- Put the whole village in an uproar? That's something you had to do?

Aonung- I couldn't take it anymore!

Aonung stops, raising his voice, and Jake quickly looks back at him.

Aonung- All they did was wear me down. The pressure never stopped. Everyone needed me to be perfect, and I wanted to be, but it's impossible . . . I want to be the leader my father was raising, but I'm not ready . . . I can't handle this yet.

Aonung's vented words begin to enlighten Jake. Hearing him in other words . . .

Jake- You're still just a kid.

Jake whispers out, mostly to himself, at the realization of what such a heavy role is to someone his age. Like his own son, Neteyam. But a sudden loud noise brings him out of his thoughts, and he faces forward.

Jake- Neteyam?

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His son emerges from around the corner, and quickly runs up to them, relieved at the sight of Aonung safe. But the reunion is short, because Jake quickly ushers them through the halls, heading towards an exit.

However, before they make it, the fuel tank can no longer take the pressure, and a massive explosion occurs. Triggering smaller explosions throughout the ship.

The area they're in starts tilting as the ship sinks, and water begins flooding in. As the trio watch the space fill with water, they realize the only way they can get out is to swim through the flooded ship, hoping to find an opening.

As the water rises towards them, they each exchange looks, then take deep breaths and dive in. Led by Aonung, they search for signs of an opening.

When they notice a current flowing against them, they follow it to the source.

One of the many torn openings that were created by the explosions. They swim out of the totaled hunk of metal, and find their way through other pieces to locate the surface.

Neteyam finds a straight path to the top, a bit littered by wreckage, but their best option.

They begin swimming up to the surface, Jake and Neteyam running low on oxygen, until Aonung lets out a clicking noise that draws their attention back down.

He's caught in nets that are hooked onto a large piece of metal, dragging him down. Neteyam quickly turns around, but Jake stops him and points to the surface for him to get some air before he drowns.

The boy reluctantly complies, while Jake swims back for Aonung.

When Neteyam reaches the surface he gasps for air, and takes deep breaths, feeling the natural relief of oxygen in his lungs.

He looks around the area and doesn't see anyone in sight, not even an Ilu. Only the portion of the ship that's still above the water, and a few large patches of rock around.

Suddenly he's splashed with water and his concentration is broken. He looks next to him and sees Aonung's icy blue eyes looking back at him.

He smiles for a moment, before realizing his father hasn't resurfaced yet.

He ducks underwater, looking around for Jake, and finds his large figure steadily sinking below. He taps Aonung, then both boys dive quickly to his aid.

Once they reach him, they bring him to the surface, then towards one of the patches of land.

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Neteyam hops out of the water and pulls Jake's limp body onto the rock, while Aonung lifts his legs. They lie him down and Neteyam is quick to start C.P.R, but his attempts to bring life back into the man fail.

Breathing heavily, he holds his father's face and shakes it a bit, tapping his cheek and trying to get a response.

Neteyam- Dad . . . Dad, come on. Please. You can't do this.

As Aonung listens to Neteyam's cracking voice, he notices the boy's bloodied bandages. All the activity reopened his wound.

He places a worried hand on Neteyam's shoulder.

Aonung- Neteyam, calm down, you're bleeding.

Neteyam- I don't care!

He shoves the marine boy away from him, and tries C.P.R again in a panic.

Neteyam- Dad! Dad, wake up! Please!

With trembling breaths, his tears begin to flow, and he quickly tries to wipe them away.

Neteyam- I know I said I can handle myself, but I can't. Not here. I can't protect anyone here. I need you. Please.

Aonung hesitantly reaches for Neteyam, assuming the worst, but the start of a coughing fit startles them.

Jake coughs up the water that was filling his lungs, and slowly sits up. After coughing, he tries leveling his breathing, and the two boys stare at him in awe.

Jake- How long was I out?

Neteyam jumps onto Jake, throwing his arms around him in a tight hug as he begins to sob. His father is startled for a moment, but quickly holds his distressed son, and rubs his head comfortingly.

Jake- I'm here, I got you.

Neteyam- I'm so sorry, dad. I should've listened to you. I don't know what I was thinking.

Jake- It's okay.

He rubs Neteyam's back as the boy speaks through his sobs with sniffles and small gasps

Neteyam- I want to go home . . .

Aonung observes Neteyam in awe. He never thought the boy would let himself break down like this, even though he was encouraging it. But now he has finally dropped his tough exterior and started letting everything go.

Neteyam- I want to go home so bad . . .

Jake- I know, I know.

Neteyam- I'm not made for the water, I hate it . . . You were right, I'm no warrior. I'm just a homesick child.

Jake pauses for a moment, then pulls his son back to look at him, placing a hand on the side of his face.

Jake- No, you're still a warrior. You just need more time here, to build up your Metkayina strength. You can do it, I know you can.

He blinks with a sniff, a few more tears falling down his cheeks, mixing with the raindrops. Then he leans his head forward, onto Jake's shoulder.

Neteyam- I'm dizzy.

Aonung- Jake, his wound.

Jake quickly looks down at Neteyam's bled through bandages, but he doesn't have to worry, because he hears Neytiri's call and sees her approaching them on her Ikran, soaring through the storm. With her are two warriors on Skimwings.

As Jake lifts Neteyam into his arms and carries him over to Neytiri's Ikran, the boy loses consciousness.

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The next morning, Neteyam slowly awakens in a den. He turns and sees Ronal right next to him. She smiles at him while applying a cream to his wound.

Ronal- This will dull the pain. It was mostly healed before you reopened it, so it's closing back well.

He looks down at the wound that seems smaller than it was before.

Neteyam- How did I lose so much blood through that?

Ronal- The pulling and flexing of your muscles as you fought and swam made it gush out.

Neteyam- Oh . . .

Ronal- You will be fit to resume your normal life in just a couple of weeks, do not worry.

As Ronal finishes, she gathers her things and sets them neatly aside. Then gets up as Aonung walks over to him with bandages.

Ronal retreats to the back room of the den, while Neteyam sits up for Aonung to wrap his wound.

Neteyam- Playing Tsahìk now?

Aonung- I just like to help you.

Neteyam smiles as the marine boy finishes wrapping. Aonung smiles back at him, happy to see him feeling better.

Neteyam- Seems like you need some help too.

Aonung- What makes you say that?

Neteyam- Really? You ran off without your knife and spear.

Aonung chuckles at the dumb mistake he made. The whole situation may have stressed everyone else out, but to him, it was a helping experience.

Neteyam- Don't be afraid to ask for help.

Aonung- Look who's talking.

Neteyam- I'm serious.

Aonung- (sighs) I know . . . I'm sorry for snapping at you, before, by the way.

Neteyam- I don't care about that, I'm just glad you're safe now. But do not do anything like that again or I'm gonna hurt you.

Aonung- (laughs) I won't, you have my word.

Neteyam- Good.

Aonung- By the way, I have great news.

Neteyam's ears perk up in interest.

Aonung- Until I am ready to assume leadership, your father will temporarily become the Olo'eyktan in my place.

The blue boy blinks, processing what he just heard.

Neteyam- . . . No way!

Aonung- And my mother will still be Tsahìk, to ensure the clan respects him and her decision. She also agreed to hold the celebration after you're better.

Neteyam- I'll be sure to thank her for that. After everything that happened, it's nice to finally hear some good news.

Aonung smiles, and reaches forward, cupping Neteyam's chin in his hand. Shifting the mood.

Aonung- What would you say if I asked for a little mouth to mouth now?

Neteyam chuckles a bit at Aonung suddenly continuing where they left off before.

Neteyam- I'd say there's no need to ask.

He pulls Neteyam forward and begins to kiss him softly, but their sweet moment is interrupted by a tall figure suddenly standing there.

Mo'dan- Cheating, Nung?

His voice makes both boys snap their gaze to the entrance of the den. In all the chaos, Neteyam had momentarily forgotten about the horrible thing Mo'dan did to Aonung.

Mo'dan- I didn't think you were the type.

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Neteyam looks at Aonung's fearful eyes, then glares back at Mo'dan.

Neteyam- He's not yours.

Mo'dan eyes widen slightly, surprised that Neteyam automatically assumed he was referring to himself, but relaxes a second later with a smirk.

Mo'dan- Is that so? Did Aonung tell you about us?

Neteyam- No, but I know exactly what you did.

Aonung looks at Neteyam in a bit of confusion.

Aonung- You do?

Neteyam- Yes, and rest assured, he will be punished for it.

Mo'dan- (scoffs)

Neteyam- If I were you, I would not take this warning lightly.

Mo'dan- Try anything, and I'll-

Aonung- Do nothing to him.

The smug look on Mo'dan's face fades when Aonung glares at him.

Aonung- I've kept you out of trouble so far, but mess with him and you will be exposed.

Mo'dan- You wouldn't dare.

Aonung- Try me.

Intruding on the tense moment comes Kiri happily walking in to greet the boys.

Kiri- Feeling alright, Tey?

Neteyam- Yeah . . .

Though he answers his sister, his gaze remains on the tall boy next to her. She looks around at them and senses something is off.

Kiri- What's going on?

Mo'dan- Oh nothing.

He wraps a loose arm around her shoulders, with a slight grin.

Mo'dan- I was just telling these two not to try something stupid, because there would be bad consequences.

As he speaks those words, he stares Neteyam in the eyes, and tightens his hold on Kiri. She doesn't notice anything strange about it, but the message is clear to Aonung and Neteyam.

He's threatening Kiri, to keep Neteyam's actions in line.

Mo'dan- Anyways, wanna hang?

Kiri- Sure. Oh, has anyone seen Lo'ak?

All three boys shake their heads.

Kiri- Well if you see him, tell him Tsireya's looking for him.

Aonung- Sure thing.

Kiri- Later.

With a wave, she exits the den with Mo'dan.

Aonung- Rotxo told you.

Neteyam- Yeah, but in his defense, we forced it out of him.

Aonung- We?

Neteyam- Me and Lo'ak.

Aonung sighs, and looks Neteyam in the eyes with a calm yet serious face.

Aonung- Listen, just ignore Mo'dan, okay. Don't try anything.

Neteyam- You want me to just ignore this?

Ronal walks out from the back, with Wari in a small basket on her front. She leaves the den, completely unaware of the conversation happening, and what took place before that.

Once she's gone, Neteyam faces Aonung again, greatly irritated.

Neteyam- Do you realize what you're asking?

Aonung- Yes. To ensure your sister's safety.

Neteyam- Aonung, I will never be able to mate with you . . . Because of him, Eywa will not allow it. I can't just ignore that.

Aonung- . . . Neteyam-

Neteyam- And I didn't think you could either.

Aonung- Neteyam, there's nothing you can do about that.

Neteyam scoffs softly and turns his head away from the boy, feeling a bit hurt. Aonung takes a breath, then gently grabs Neteyam's hand. It fails to earn his gaze again, but Aonung speaks anyway.

Aonung- I'm not saying this because I don't want you as my mate, I am only trying to look out for your sister.

Neteyam- . . .

Aonung- I've already come to terms with knowing there's nothing I can do about this.

Neteyam- Don't expect me to do the same.

He finally faces him again, looking calmer, but still angered.

Aonung- Just leave him be, and everyone will be fine.

Neteyam- . . . Sounds simple enough. We've been a secret from the start anyway.

He complies for Aonung, though still sounding disappointed. The marine boy does feel guilty for trying to also keep Mo'dan out of trouble. But they have been friends for many years, and he knows the tall boy has many of his own struggles already.

He's not looking to add to it, not because he still values him as a friend, but because he values what their friendship once was.

Even though it's clear to Aonung that nothing can be done about him being mated to Mo'dan, Neteyam feels differently.

He believes there is something he can do about it, but the question he now asks himself is; Is Mo'dan really worth the shame and resentment?

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The bright and blazing afternoon sun shines over Awa'atlu. Within the forest behind the village, Neteyam and Aonung are shielded from the sun's rays. Up in a tree, hidden away from everyone, simply enjoying each other's company.

The past couple of weeks have been fairly relaxing for the boys, since it was obvious to their parents they needed a break. Not completely without chores though. Once Neteyam was moving more like normal, he helped Aonung with the tasks he was given.

He lies on Aonung's shoulder, listening to the marine boy hum the Omatikayan song he's been teaching him in their alone time. Aonung's voice is deep, and strong, unlike the soft voice the forest boy has. He finds the bass very attractive, but still can't get him to sing in front of the others.

He leans up, pulling Aonung's attention from his slim hands to his face.

Neteyam- Won't you sing with the others, for me?

Aonung- Again, no.

Neteyam- I'm sure your mother would love to hear you sing. Tsireya and Wari too.

Aonung- I said no, stop begging.

Neteyam- But begging always works.

Aonung playfully rolls his eyes with a slight chuckle.

Neteyam- So you'll do it?

Aonung- (sighs) I really need to stop spoiling you.

Neteyam- But you won't.

Aonung- Brat.

Neteyam- Only with you.

Aonung- Why?

Neteyam- You're the only one who lets me get away with it.

Both boys laugh at the very true statement, then hear a familiar voice calling for Neteyam. The blue boy stands, balancing on the branch they're placed on, and looks down. The lone human in the village, Spider, is walking below.

Neteyam looks at Aonung, who's now standing next to him.

Neteyam- Guess it's time to start helping with preparations.

Aonung- We've skipped out enough. Go on, I'll catch up.

Neteyam begins to climb down the tree, leaving Aonung behind to conceal their relationship. When he lands on the ground, Spider turns around and walks up to him.

Neteyam- Alright, let's go.

Spider crosses his arms and raises a brow, confusing Neteyam.

Neteyam- What?

Spider- Aren't you gonna wait for Aonung?

Neteyam- . . . How did you-

Spider- You two were the only ones missing. If you're trying to keep it a secret, maybe don't make a habit of disappearing at the same time.

With a smirk, Neteyam shakes his head at the sly expression of his observant friend. He looks up in the tree and calls out to Aonung. Shortly after, the marine boy reaches the lower branches and slips. He falls and hits the ground, making Spider laugh and Neteyam just sighs. The boy just can't seem to climb downward without slipping at least once.

He leans up off the ground and gives Spider a meaningless glare. Neteyam holds a hand out to help him up.

Aonung- I said I'd catch up.

Neteyam- No point, he already knows.

Spider- Why is it a secret anyway?

The two Na'vi go silent for a moment, and Spider decides to just leave the topic alone for now.

Spider- Nevermind. Come on, we have a lot of work to do.

The three boys return to the village, where the others are preparing for the celebration. Toruk Makto may only be a stand-in leader for the village, but it's still worth celebrating. There will be a feast, entertainment and music.

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As the day grows closer to eclipse, the preparations are done, and everyone is preparing themselves.

Neytiri is with Jake while Ronal helps prepare him for the ceremony. Tsireya is with Kiri, and Tuktirey getting dolled up while looking after Wari. Neteyam and Aonung are with Spider, helping him look as Metkayinan as possible.

While Lo'ak finishes getting himself ready, Rotxo shows up at his den. Lo'ak turns and sees he has on a new loincloth and necklace.

Lo'ak- You're gonna make me look bad.

Rotxo chuckles, walking over to him and closely observing Lo'ak's change of attire, scanning him up and down.

Rotxo- You don't look too bad.

Lo'ak- (laughs) For real, though, I look good as hell don't I?

Rotxo- Sure.

Lo'ak- Don't be stingy with my compliments.

He pulls Rotxo closer to him, resting his hands on his waist.

Lo'ak- Who's your sexy mate?

Rotxo's lips curl into a strong smile as he bursts into laughter. When he regains his composure he lightly taps the side of Lo'ak's face.

Rotxo- You are, skxawng.

Lo'ak- Damn right.

Rotxo- Can you do something for me?

Lo'ak- Anything. What do you want?

Rotxo- Braid my hair.

Lo'ak smiles at his request, then grabs a combing tool, and sits on his father's large case, with Rotxo placed on the floor in front of him, his back facing him.

He tries to work as quickly as he can without messing up, to make sure they aren't late. But a few minutes before he finishes, they both hear the ceremonial music start.

Lo'ak- All done.

Rotxo turns around to face him. After observing his work, an idea comes to him.

Lo'ak- Hold on.

Rotxo watches curiously as Lo'ak goes into the back of the den, then returns with a few tiny objects in his hand. He sits in front of Rotxo again, then adds a few beads to two braids in the front.

Lo'ak- Now I'm all done.

Rotxo holds the two beaded braids out to look at, then lets them flop back onto his forehead. He starts swishing the braids around with a little giggle, and Lo'ak smiles.

Lo'ak- You like?

Rotxo- Yeah! How do I look?

He cups Rotxo's face in his hands, and pulls him closer, squishing his cheeks.

Lo'ak- Fucking adorable.

Rotxo- Really?

He chuckles at Rotxo speaking through his smushed face, then kisses his nose before releasing him.

Lo'ak- Yes, really. Now let's go, we're already late.

The two boys arrive on the beach just as the opening ceremony ends. Jake has already been gifted a toa guard, and is officially the Olo'eyktan. Now the entertainment is about to begin.

In the crowd, Neteyam, Aonung, Spider, Tsireya, and Kiri are all together. Tuktirey is with Neytiri, along with Ronal and Wari.

When the two late boys walk up to the others, their eyes widen at Rotxo's new look.

Kiri- So that's why you guys are late.

Tsireya- You look great, Rotxo.

Aonung- He's turning into a forest boy.

Rotxo- (laughs)

Tsireya- Lo'ak . . .

Lo'ak gives Tsireya his attention, and she bashfully poses, showing off her new attire. Threaded shells hang from her waist, matching her top.

Tsireya- Kiri helped me make it. What do you think?

Lo'ak- You two did a great job. You look amazing.

She grabs onto his hand happily, then faces the others.

Tsireya- Now come, the dancers are ready.

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They follow Tsireya to a large cluster of rocks to sit. Tsireya sits next to Lo'ak, with Kiri on her other side. While Aonung sits next to Neteyam, and Spider next to Rotxo on his other side. They have a full view of the dancers in front of the fire pit. Neteyam spots Mo'dan in the crowd, and scowls, but Aonung distracts him.

Aonung- You're about to witness the best of Metkayinan entertainment. Pay close attention, I may teach you.

A smile returns to his face.

Neteyam- Sounds fun, and amusing.

The music starts, and the drums are hit so intensely they can physically feel every beat. Three people begin their performance full of complex moves and flips. Neteyam watches in awe. He isn't sure how long it'll take him to learn such an advanced routine. He momentarily looks at Aonung, then back at the performers, hoping the marine boy is a good teacher.

Once the performance is over, various cheers and noises ignite from the villagers. Someone starts shouting the word "challenge", and others quickly join them in excitement. Chanting the word repetitively.

Many of them make their way to the space around the pit, with a partner, and the performers step aside excitedly. When a new song starts, Aonung jumps off the rock.

Neteyam- What's going on?

Spider- What are they chanting for?

Aonung- It's a challenge. You have to choose a partner to go against, and dance without messing up as the music gets faster.

Rotxo- It's his favorite song.

Rotxo chuckles, and Neteyam looks down at the hand Aonung holds out to him.

Aonung- Come on, challenge me.

Neteyam- But I don't know the moves.

Aonung- I'll teach you while the music is still slow. Unless you don't think you can handle it, mighty warrior.

Lo'ak- Ooo, show him what you're made of, bro.

Spider- Yeah, hand him his ass, Tey.

Neteyam rolls his eyes, and grabs Aonung's hand, sliding off the rock. He practically drags the blue boy to the middle of the crowd, wasting no time starting to teach him the moves. He's quick to pick things up with the slowed tempo.

When the music speeds up, Aonung smiles as Neteyam keeps up with him. The faster the song goes, the more people stand off to the side from messing up. Once Aonung and Neteyam aren't surrounded by a crowd anymore, the blue boy earns cheers for keeping up.

The others cheer him on from the rocks as Neteyam and Aonung become two of the last four still going. Jake and Neytiri cheer for their son as well, hoping he'll win. Unfortunately, he trips up when the music speeds up yet again, but he still gets much praise for going this long after just learning it.

He looks at Aonung, breathing heavily, but happily.

Aonung- For a moment there, I thought you could actually beat me, but I guess I'm too good for the mighty warrior.

Neteyam- You're lucky I'm too out of breath to tackle you right now.

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Aonung laughs, then looks at their friends still hooting and cheering on the rocks. They make their way back over to them, and Rotxo is the first to jump down to the ground.

Neteyam- So what now?

Aonung- Eat, drink, relax. Or dance, if you still have the energy for it.

Neteyam- I need a good long break before I do any of that again.

They all laugh at Neteyam's exhaustion while climbing down from the rocks.

Aonung- Neteyam and I are going to relax, you guys coming with?

Spider- Yeah.

Tsireya- I want to dance!

Kiri- Me too!

Tsireya- Lo'ak, come dance with us.

Lo'ak- Uh, okay. I'm not a good dancer though.

Spider- Yeah he dances like a banshee.

The Sully kids laugh at the memory of the last time they saw Lo'ak try to dance.

Lo'ak- Shut the fuck up.

Tsireya- It's okay, Lo'ak, I won't make fun of you.

Rotxo- But I sure will, I gotta see this.

Kiri- It's the goofiest looking shit I've ever seen.

Lo'ak- If I'm gonna do this and not feel embarrassed, I'm gonna need one of those.

Lo'ak points to the adult beverages in the hands of a few warriors nearby.

Neteyam- I don't think so, baby bro. Those are for men, not goofy ass boys like you.

Lo'ak- Oh come on.

Neteyam- No, and if you defy me, I'll bite off the extra finger on your right hand.

Lo'ak- Okay fine, I don't really need that drink anyway. Let's go.

He quickly leads Rotxo, Kiri, and Tsireya away from his threatening brother. Aonung looks at Neteyam, a little frightened.

Aonung- Would you really bite his finger off?

Neteyam- Of course I would, I don't bluff.

Spider- Does this mean I can't have a drink either?

Neteyam- We're the same age, skxawng. Go ahead.

Aonung- Don't get too much.

Spider- Don't worry, I just wanna taste it.

Spider walks over to a table with a pot of the beverage in it. He grabs one of the shells lying on the table, then dips it in getting just enough to enjoy the taste. He walks back over to his friends while drinking it.

Neteyam- How is it?

Spider- It's alright. Here, you take the rest.

He hands Neteyam the shell, and he looks into it seeing there's barely any left. He walks over to the table to refill it, while Aonung and Spider find a place to sit.

As he dips the shell into the pot, a tall figure appears next to him.

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On his right, Mo'dan stands with a smirk, filling a shell of his own. He attempts to walk away, but the boy grabs his tail, making him turn around with a hiss. Mo'dan quickly lets go, holding his hand up.

Mo'dan- Easy, I just want to talk.

Neteyam- There is nothing I wish to talk with you about.

Mo'dan- Look, I understand. You like Aonung, I do too. Unfortunately, he seems to like you a lot more.

He eyes Neteyam up and down, shamelessly, while sipping his drink.

Mo'dan- Though, I can see why.

Neteyam rolls his eyes, and gives him a disgusted look.

Mo'dan- I was kinda starting to like you, until I found out you're trying to steal my mate.

Neteyam- Well, even though he dislikes you, he's still yours. By force, but it's not like I can change that. So unless you just want to keep rubbing it in, leave me alone.

Neteyam turns to walk away, but a handful of his braids are pulled back as Mo'dan stands uncomfortably close behind him.

Mo'dan- Tell you what. I'll let you off the hook, if you spend a little time with me.

Neteyam- What?

Mo'dan- Mhm, I'll act like he's not even mine. You can have him, for just one little session with me.

Neteyam- Why would you want that?

Mo'dan- I didn't want to be, but I'm pretty smitten by your looks.

He splashes his drink into Mo'dan's face and the boy releases him, wiping his eyes. Neteyam turns to face him with a scowl.

Neteyam- You're disgraceful. Trying to cheat on your mate.

Mo'dan- He cheated first, with you no less. I just want to make things even. Plus, I said I'd leave you alone afterwards, it's a good offer.

Neteyam- No it isn't. I refuse.

Mo'dan- Listen, half-breed . . .

Mo'dan steps closer with a snarl behind his words.

Mo'dan- I don't have the patience for this. I need a distraction, and whether you like it or not, I'm either getting with you, or Kiri tonight. I don't think you want your sister to get used, so you have until the party is over to change your mind.

The tall boy storms off, leaving Neteyam with an unfair decision to make. With a heavy sigh, he refills his shell and immediately begins drinking it, hoping after a while it'll relieve him of having to think. He wanders over to the dens, walking along the woven pathways until he finds Aonung and Spider sitting with their legs dipped in the water.

He plops himself next to Aonung with a huff, and takes a long sip.

Aonung- Woah, slow down, or you won't last long.

Neteyam- Fuck off.

Aonung and Spider glance at each other in a bit of concern, then look back at the suddenly angered boy.

Aonung- What's wrong?

Neteyam- Leave it be.

Spider- Come on, Tey, you know we can't do that.

Neteyam- You can, you just won't.

Aonung- Did something happen? Is that why you took so long?

Neteyam- Aonung! . . . Please, just leave it alone, for now.

Aonung- (sighs) Fine, but you should still slow down.

Neteyam- Not gonna happen.

The two concerned boys look at each other once again, wondering how they should even proceed. But their concerns are interrupted by a bit of commotion that sounds like it's getting closer. Aonung instantly recognizes the sound of his sister's voice.

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They both turn around and see Tsireya walking nearby, in the direction of their den. Right behind her is Rotxo, apologizing for something. Lo'ak and Kiri aren't far behind them.

Spider and the marine boy quickly stand and catch up to the others. Leaving Neteyam sitting there hardly noticing the events happening around him.

The two boys catch up to them, just outside of their den.

Rotxo- Listen to me.

Tsireya- No!

Spider- What's going on?

Kiri- Rotxo pulled her bond so hard she shrieked.

Aonung looks at his small friend in disbelief.

Aonung- Rotxo, what the hell? Why would you hurt Tsireya?

Rotxo- It happened before I even knew it! I'm sorry!

Kiri- Yeah right. You got mad as soon as she kissed Lo'ak.

Rotxo- I said I'm sorry!

Tsireya- I don't understand. All this time you acted like you were okay with us. Don't you approve?

Rotxo- . . . No.

Tsireya lets out a small gasp, while Aonung just stares at the boy in shock.

Lo'ak- Rotxo-

Tsireya- Why?

Rotxo- (scoffs) "Why?"

Lo'ak- Rotxo, calm down.

Lo'ak rests a hand on Rotxo's shoulder, but he shoves him away.

Rotxo- No! This is your fault to begin with!

Kiri- How is this his fault!?

Tsireya- Rotxo, please.

Rotxo- You really want to know why I don't approve? . . . Because he's mine.

Aonung- (looks at Lo'ak)

Tsireya- . . . What?

Rotxo- Lo'ak is my mate. We are bonded for life . . . He isn't yours.

Spider looks between Aonung and Lo'ak, watching the marine boy's anger rising with every word. Kiri looks at her brother, eyes wide, and full of disappointment.

Kiri- Lo'ak, what the hell were you thinking?

Kiri's question goes ignored. Lo'ak's full attention is on the marine boy, walking ominously towards him.

Aonung- I knew it . . . I knew you weren't fit for her, but I trusted you anyway!

Lo'ak- Aonung, let me expl-

Aonung- No! I thought I could trust you to be good to my sister, but you're nothing but a skxawng ass screwup!

Rotxo- No he isn't!

He aims his scowl at Rotxo.

Aonung- You . . . You betrayed Tsireya. Betrayed my trust, just like this worthless mate of yours.

Kiri- My brother is not worthless.

Rotxo- You're the main one who acts like he's a good-for-nothing.

Kiri- No I'm not.

Rotxo- Yes you are! You blame him for everything, even when it wasn't his fault!

Kiri- Well this is his fault! He made the decision to mate with you behind Tsireya's back. Lo'ak, what the hell were you thinking!?

Lo'ak- I was thinking that Rotxo understands me better than anyone else here! He doesn't scold me for every little mistake! He doesn't blame me for every problem! And he never tries to fix my behavior!

Tsireya looks down, feeling a million times lower than she already did.

Lo'ak- He is the only one who never looks down on me just for being myself!

Aonung- Tsireya has never looked down on you.

Lo'ak- Then I guess, in your words, she just isn't fit for me.

Aonung tackles the blue boy in an instant, and Rotxo is quick to jump in to defend him. While the three Na'vi boys fight, Kiri stands on the side yelling at them. Tsireya's vision blurs as a flood of tears form, and she covers her face, highly distressed by the discord that's once again growing amongst them.

Spider- Guys! Stop it, come on. We can settle this another way.

Not a soul listens to him, and he begins to look around for the usual voice of reason, Neteyam. But the boy is nowhere in sight. The space they left him in is now empty, and Spider is stuck being useless in this bad situation.

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In another part of the village, near the beach, Neteyam strolls out of the forest, looking for Mo'dan. After some serious thinking, and drinking, he came to a conclusion.

He spots the taller boy throwing stones along the water with a few others. When he walks up to them, he grabs Mo'dan by the arm and drags him away from his friends, who all watch in equal confusion.

Though Neteyam isn't saying a word, it's clear to Mo'dan that he's changed his mind about his offer.

They enter the forest, and Neteyam continues dragging him, until they reach a specific area. Letting go of his arm, he walks up to a tree, then looks at the marine boy with a blank face.

Neteyam- Climb.

Neteyam starts scaling the tree, and Mo'dan awkwardly starts climbing up behind him. He's slow, and only makes it halfway up while Neteyam has already disappeared into the top branches.

When he gets closer, breathing a bit heavily, he calls Neteyam to help pull him up.

Mo'dan- Hey! A little help here! . . . Come on, my arms are tired!

When Neteyam finally shows himself again, he steps out onto a branch with a large bow and arrow. Mo'dan blinks in confusion at the sight of it.

Slowly, he aims the arrow directly at the struggling marine boy. Mo'dan looks at the arrow aimed at him, then up at the focused expression on Neteyam's face.

Mo'dan- Neteyam . . . What are you doing?

The focused boy takes a deep slow breath, trying his hardest to aim well despite his unfocused vision.

Neteyam- There is only one way to sever a mated bond.

Fear strikes Mo'dan's face as his heart starts racing.

Mo'dan- No. You wouldn't.

Like mother, like son. For his lover, he would.

He releases the arrow, and Mo'dan lets go of the branches he held onto. The arrow impales his arm, and he falls from the tree. He lands harshly, and stands with a loud groan. Clutching his impaled arm in pain, he begins to run back to the village, calling for help.

Neteyam looks around the branches, realizing he only stashed one arrow, not accounting for a failed attempt. Normally one try would've done the trick.

Normally, he wouldn't have been drunk.

He descends the tree quickly, and runs after Mo'dan with the bow in hand. By the time he reaches the village, his victim is already telling others of what just happened to him.

They stare at Neteyam, shocked and angry, but he ignores them and focuses only on one thing; Finishing his task.

He grabs the first weapon he sees, and goes straight for Mo'dan with it, but is suddenly restrained by a couple of warriors. As he struggles, a large crowd forms, and they push the boy down on the ground.

Soon, Ronal, Neytiri, and Jake walk through the crowd. Not far behind them are a few they just split from fighting each other. Aonung, Spider, Lo'ak, and Rotxo.

When Neytiri sees her son restrained, her eyes widen and her blood boils. Ronal looks at the warriors as if they've gone completely insane, treating the son of Toruk Makto in such a way.

Ronal- What is the meaning of this?

Ko'nan- He tried to kill my son!

Ronal looks at the young Metkayina boy with a large arrow through his harm. Neytiri recognizes the arrow as hers, then looks at the bow Neteyam has lying near him.

When Aonung makes his way out of the crowd, followed by Spider, Lo'ak and Rotxo, he looks at his lover being held to the ground, then to the injured boy on the side.

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Ronal turns her gaze to Jake, and he walks up to his son, telling the warriors to release him. They do as told, and Neteyam stands, a little unbalanced. Fighting against the warriors shook him up and made him dizzy.

Jake- Why did you do it?

Neteyam squints at his father for a moment, then looks to the side notices Aonung watching in front of the crowd.

Neteyam- Unfortunately, I can't tell you, because he does not will it. The asshole.

He points at Aonung and everyone looks at him. Ronal looks at him with deep confusion.

Ronal- What is this about?

Aonung- I . . .

He glances at Mo'dan, then sighs.

Aonung- I can't say.

Neteyam- See? Fuck you, Aonung.

Neytiri's eyes widen in shock at the way Neteyam is acting. Jake, on the other hand, uses every fiber in his body not to laugh at the intoxicated boy in this serious situation.

Neteyam- Fuck you, and your dumbass mate.

Ronal- Mate?

Aonung facepalms with a groan, while Ronal stares at him, awaiting an explanation. The intoxicated boy suddenly feels a wave of sickness.

Neteyam- Dad, I feel sick.

Jake- Go let it out in the forest.

The suddenly ill boy starts stumbling back towards the forest, holding his stomach.

Ko'nan- Hey! What about my son!? He tried to kill him, he should be punished!

Ronal leaves Aonung be, for now, and has Ko'nan help the injured boy to her den. But not before telling her son they'll discuss the topic of his mate later.

As the crowd clears, all celebrating officially done for the night, Jake retrieves Neteyam and everyone heads to their dens. Neteyam ends up falling asleep the moment he lies down.

Since Lo'ak already received a full lecture from both of his parents, for fighting, they allow him to turn in for the night without any interruption, then both Neytiri and Jake go to visit Ronal.

Unfortunately, the troubled boy can't sleep. He also can't discuss anything with his brother, because he's out cold.

So, he lies there with only his own inner thoughts to speak to. Which doesn't last too long.

After another moment of restlessness, he decides to get up, and go out for a stroll. He makes his way to the beach, just watching the ocean with his mind running wild.

Rotxo- Lo'ak.

His ears perk up, and he turns around and sees Rotxo jogging up to him, his braids flopping around. When he reaches him, he gives a sorrowful expression.

Rotxo- Couldn't sleep?

Lo'ak- Not at all. You?

Rotxo- I never tried. I can't go back to the den, they probably hate me right now.

Lo'ak- (sighs) I'm so sorry.

Rotxo wraps his arms around Lo'aks waist, hugging him, and lies his head on his chest.

Rotxo- Me too.

Lo'ak holds his mate close, contemplating.

Lo'ak- I feel like they're always gonna hate us now, or at the least be bitter till the very end.

Rotxo- I don't want to live like that.

Lo'ak- . . . Maybe we don't have to.

Rotxo looks up at him, confused.

Rotxo- What do you mean?

Lo'ak- We could leave.

Rotxo- And go where?

Lo'ak- The settlement in the forest. Just us, away from everyone who disapproves. And if we decide we want to come back, we know the way.

Rotxo- Are you sure?

Lo'ak- If it means living blissfully with you, I'm up for anything. Are you with me?

Rotxo- Of course I am, but . . .

Lo'ak- Hey, if you don't like it, I'll bring you right back.

The smaller boy smiles, and the two continue to embrace each other for a moment longer.

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Meanwhile, within Ronal's den, she has successfully removed the arrow from Mo'dan's arm and sent him on his way.

Now, with Jake and Neytiri, she lets her son explain himself.

She's placed on her knees, with Aonung sitting in front of her. Jake is kneeling on the side, with Neytiri standing next to him.

Ronal- Your mate is really Mo'dan?

Aonung- . . . Yes.

Ronal- When did this happen?

Aonung- It's been almost a year now.

Ronal- A year!?

Aonung glances to the side as Tsireya silently peeks out of the back room.

Neytiri- You know Neteyam hurt your mate, but you showed no anger towards him. Between mates, that is strange.

Aonung- I don't want to be his mate anymore.

Ronal- You irresponsible boy. Have I not taught you better than this?

Aonung- You have.

Ronal- What did your father always tell you?

Aonung- To choose my mate wisely.

Ronal- If you did not truly want him, then you should not have mated.

He never wanted to do such a thing, but he wouldn't dare tell his mother it was forced on him.

Maybe it's for the sake of his old friend, as he's always thought, or maybe it's for the sake of his own pride. But for whatever the reason it is, that's a secret he's not willing to reveal.

Aonung- I know, mother.

Jake- You wouldn't let Neteyam explain his actions. Is it because you wanted him to kill that boy? To get rid of the mate you don't want?

Aonung- No, I would never ask for that.

Neytiri- What other reason is there for Neteyam to attempt something like this?

Aonung- (sighs) Look, he did do this for me, but-

Ronal- Tonowari told you to look past your personal feelings towards individuals, to be the better man. To be a better leader.

Aonung- Mother, I know. I didn't ask Neteyam to do that, he wants Mo'dan out of the way.

Jake gives the boy a skeptical look, knowing where this is going. But he decides to ask anyway, just to see what he says.

Jake- Why?

Aonung looks the man in the eyes, feeling intimidated.

Aonung- To take his place . . . But I told him to just leave it-

Jake- You led him on, knowing you have someone else.

Jake stands from his spot, and Neytiri rests a hand on his arm, attempting to keep him calm.

Jake- Now my boy is out here trying to kill for you. A Na'vi, one of your own. You know that's an act of betrayal.

Neytiri tightens her grip on Jake's arm as he begins to raise his voice.

Neytiri- Ma'Jake, stay calm.

Jake- He could've been exiled because of him!

Neytiri- I know, Jake, but he did not succeed. He's still here.

Jake- Who's to say he won't try again? Not even I would have the power to protect him then.

Ronal- It is the unfortunate truth.

Ronal looks up at the Sullys with an apologetic expression.

Ronal- I would not want to banish your son, I'm quite fond of him. But the customs cannot be changed. If he tries again, he will be in much trouble.

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Jake exhales sharply and gives Aonung a stern look.

Jake- Stay away from my son.

Aonung- No, Jake, please. I want to be with Neteyam.

Jake- Well you can't! You have a mate! Not just some little boyfriend, a mate! So take responsibility. I don't give a shit if you regret the decision.

Neytiri- Jake.

He looks at Ronal, and realizes he just yelled and cursed at her son. He clears his throat, and tones his voice down.

Jake- Sorry.

Ronal- No worries, you are the Olo'eyktan, and you speak the truth. My son must face the consequences of his actions.

The boy's blood begins to boil. Though they don't know it, they're saying he should have to deal with the outcome of something he never wanted to happen. But what of the boy who, in his eyes, has done something wrong.

Aonung- What about Lo'ak?

Jake- What about him?

Aonung- The reason we were fighting, he went behind Tsireya's back and mated with Rotxo. Worst of all, he kept leading her on.

Neytiri and Jake exchange a look, hardly surprised. Their youngest son always seems to find his way into trouble. Neytiri is internally glad for her son to find someone he thinks is worthy, but also wishes he hadn't hurt the Tsahìk's daughter doing so.

Ronal- I hate to see my daughter hurt, but he was not her mate. If he found someone else, then it was not meant to be.

Aonung looks away with a hiss.

Ronal- Toruk Makto, is my son forbidden from seeing your eldest boy?

Jake- Yes, until I say otherwise.

Neytiri- Ma'Jake.

Jake- What?

Neytiri- You know how he is.

Jake- Telling Neteyan not to see him will only make him want to, and I know he would disobey me. So, I'm leaving this up to Aonung.

Ronal- He won't disappoint. Aonung knows responsibility is over everything else.

Jake- Good.

Ronal stands from her spot, and looks down at her angered son.

Ronal- You are dismissed.

He stands quickly, and goes to the back room, where Tsireya is sitting on her blanket with Wari. Ronal walks Jake and Neytiri to the entrance to see them out.

Jake- I'm sorry about Tsireya, by the way.

Ronal- It's alright, I feel no resentment towards Lo'ak. He merely chose one of my children over another.

Neytiri- I'm glad you are okay with his decision.

Ronal- Rotxo had an unfortunate start in life, and was very timid by virtue. Lately I have seen a change in him, as if the fire of his torch has finally been lit. If your boy was the cause of that, I am grateful he chose him.

Neytiri- Thank you, Ronal.

Ronal- Thank you.

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As the Sully parents say their goodbyes and take their leave, Aonung sits next to Tsireya, observing her tired eyes. She stands, lifting their baby brother in her arms, then gently lays him in his woven crib. She lays a little blue blanket on him, then turns to face Aonung with a sigh.

Aonung- How are you feeling?

Tsireya- Angry.

Aonung- Don't worry, I'm sure I beat him enough for both of us.

Tsireya- Not with Lo'ak . . . With you.

He looks up at his sister completely puzzled.

Aonung- Me? . . . Why?

She crosses her arms, and rolls her eyes.

Tsireya- All I wanted, from the time the Sullys got here, was for you all to get along. We finally got to that point, but you had to go and ruin it.

Aonung- You think I ruined it? Lo'ak is the one who broke your heart, he started this.

Tsireya- Lo'ak isn't the only one to blame for this.

Aonung- It isn't my fault.

Tsireya- Yes it is . . . and it's mine too.

She sits back down, next to Aonung, with her legs crisscrossed and her back slumped against the wall.

Aonung- It isn't your fault either.

Tsireya- Yes it is. Lo'ak couldn't trust me enough to tell me what was going on. He thought I would just accuse him of doing wrong with no reason.

Aonung- It isn't right for him to think that. He's wrong about you.

Tsireya- It's justified, brother.

Aonung- How!?

Tsireya- Think about what I was doing.

Aonung- Trying to keep him out of trouble.

Tsireya- That's the way we see it. He said he is always scolded for being himself. People only react that way when he gets into trouble.

Aonung- If he wasn't always doing the opposite of what he's told he wouldn't have that problem.

Tsireya- He's not just trying to be in trouble for the sake of being in trouble.

Aonung- How else would you describe it?

Tsireya- He is a free spirit, Aonung. That is why it's hard for us to understand him. For a long time we didn't truly understand Rotxo either. That is why they chose each other. And why you shouldn't have reacted the way you did. That's why they were already afraid to tell us.

Aonung begins to rub his temples as his sister's wisdom sets in. He didn't take time to even consider their side in all this, he just hated hearing Lo'ak say his sister wasn't fit for him after she vouched for him for so long. He wronged her, but even she realizes he had valid reasons.

Aonung- I wish you would've said that sooner.

Tsireya- It isn't too late to apologize, for all of us.

Aonung- (sighs) I guess we'll meet with those two in the morning then, since I can't go to the Sully den.

Tsireya gives him a sorrowful look.

Tsireya- I heard you explaining the situation with Mo'dan and Neteyam. What will you do?

Aonung- About what?

Tsireya- Neteyam.

Aonung- There's nothing I can do. I'm not allowed anywhere near him, and if I break that rule, I'll be disobeying the Olo'eyktan.

Tsireya- So you're just going to let him go? You like him, right?

Aonung- Yeah, but rules are rules. Plus, I don't want to get my ass beat by Toruk Makto.

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A smile appears on Tsireya's face as she lets out a half laugh.

Tsireya- Okay, but, there's just one thing I want you to remember.

She grabs his hand and looks into his eyes with a serious expression.

Tsireya- Neteyam nearly got himself exiled, and risked losing everything, with no concern for any rules. All for you.

Aonung- . . .

Tsireya- I don't know why you dislike your mate, and I won't ask. But if you truly do like Neteyam, give your all for him, just like he did for you.

Aonung- But, he'll never be able to be my mate, and I know he would long to. Maybe I should just let him find someone else, instead of torturing him like that.

Tsireya- No! Don't just give up.

Aonung- I'm not giving up, I'm letting him go.

Tsireya- Don't-

Aonung- You couldn't give Lo'ak what he needed so he found someone else. It's only a matter of time before Neteyam does the same thing.

Tsireya scowls at her hopeless brother.

Tsireya- You're just saying these things because you feel like you can't defy a single order.

Aonung- Because I can't, I'm the next leader. Not only do I have to enforce the rules, I have to follow them.

Tsireya- Bullshit!

Aonung's eyes widen, startled completely by the sudden foul language coming from his sweet sister.

Tsireya- If you won't give your all for someone you care about, then you aren't worth anything to anybody.

Aonung- But I-

Tsireya- Why do you think Lo'ak and Rotxo are together, huh? Despite everything saying it was wrong, they stuck together. Because they gave it their all. And even if the whole world hates them, guess what, they still have each other.

He remains silent, almost afraid to say anything else. She's never fussed at him this way before.

Tsireya- So toughen your ass up, and fight for what you want!

She starts breathing a bit heavily after fussing at him with little time to breathe.

Aonung- Okay . . . Just . . . Calm down.

Tsireya- (sighs) Sorry, it's just. I failed the one I wanted, and I don't want you to fail too.

Aonung- No it's okay, I get it. You alright now?

Tsireya- Yeah, yeah, that actually felt pretty good.

They begin to laugh softly, suddenly finding the outburst amusing, since it was out of the ordinary for her.

Aonung- Think mom heard?

They both peek into the front of the den, and see their mother walk past the entrance outside, carrying something. With a sigh of relief, they lean back against the wall again.

Aonung- Good thing she likes to clean before going to sleep.

Tsireya- (laughs) So . . .

Aonung- So what?

Tsireya- What are you gonna do?

Aonung- I'm not sure. I was serious about not wanting to get my ass beat. Jake is nice, but I don't doubt for a second that he wouldn't beat the shit out of me for going to his son after he directly told me not to.

Tsireya- I'm sure you will figure something out.

Aonung- I hope you're right.

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The next morning, the sun shines bright over the glistening ocean. The Ilu swim with other sea creatures, living their lives care free.

Within the village, however, another uproar has occurred.

The Sullys awoke to find Lo'ak missing, and discovered Rotxo was nowhere to be found as well.

Both boys disappeared, and now knowing they're mated means they're surely together. But that doesn't tell them where they could be.

Jake and many warriors head out past the reef to the Three Brothers Rocks, and some are sent into the near parts of the forest.

Neteyam was instructed to stay in the den, in case Lo'ak returns. So there he waits.

On the other side of the village, within Ko'nan's den, he stands in front of his son in disappointment while sharpening his knife.

Mo'dan awaits his father's lecture, kneeling before him.

Ko'nan- Those people are crazy. The whole head family is, letting those outsiders in. What was Tonowari thinking?

Mo'dan- They were only being kind.

Ko'nan- And for what? That war leader's son could have killed you. Your incompetence wears my nerves thin.

Mo'dan- I'm sorry, father.

Ko'nan- Do not apologize for doing things wrong. Do them right.

Mo'dan- I was.

Ko'nan- Ah, yes. You did succeed in mating with the next Olo'eyktan to secure our family's word in command, but then those forest people arrived and messed things up for you, correct?

Mo'dan- Yes.

Ko'nan- Foolish boy!

Mo'dan flinches as his father raises his voice and holds the knife at him. Ko'nan then takes a deep breath, and begins sharpening his knife again.

Ko'nan- Do you know why that killer halfbreed has the heir's attention?

Mo'dan- . . . 

Ko'nan- Because, unlike you, he is not a failure. He does what needs to be done. You are an obstacle in the way of his goal, and he was willing to take you out to reach it. You can't even keep your own mate in line.

Mo'dan- I can't force him to hate Neteyam.

Ko'nan- You forced him to mate with you, this should be easy.

Mo'dan- Not as easy as you think.

Ko'nan- Aonung is your ticket to leadership. Why are you hesitating to do what needs to be done?

The boy takes a moment to really think. Does he want to answer that question honestly? No, but he needs to.

Mo'dan- The outsiders . . . The Sully family are not bad people. I like-

Ko'nan- Oh you like them? . . . One just tried to kill you, but you like them.

Mo'dan merely sighs and rolls his eyes at his father's fake smile and cruel teasing. Ko'nan straightens his face and looks at his son in all seriousness.

Ko'nan- Stop fooling around.

Mo'dan- Yes, father.

Ko'nan- Almost everyone is out looking for those missing boys, but that killer is still in the village. Find him, and end this.

Mo'dan- (sighs) Okay. 

He stands from his spot and heads out into the village, looking for Neteyam. He knows that what he's been instructed to do is wrong, but he isn't sure what else to do about it.

His father is the only one in his family that's ever even acted like he cares for him. His mother only cares for her first born, his older brother never speaks to anyone but his mother, and his grandmother is just as power hungry as her son, Ko'nan.

What's he to do, betray the only one he really has and live in loneliness? No. He's already in deep, trying to climb out at this point is futile.

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He makes his way across the village, locating the Sully den. But before he makes his way to the entrance, the sound of an argument stops him in his tracks.

Making certain he's unseen, he moves closer to the side of their home, peaking in to see what's going on before he makes the decision to barge in.

Kiri and Neteyam stand in the middle of the den, going back and forth at each other.

Kiri- You're supposed to be the responsible one.

Neteyam- When was the last time you saw someone drunk act responsible?

She scoffs at his rhetorical question.

Neteyam- You can't get mad at me for this.

Kiri- Oh really? I can't get mad at you for trying to kill my friend? All because you want Aonung, but it turns out he's taken.

Neteyam- You make it sound like some petty revenge.

Kiri- Is it not?

Neteyam- No, it's more than that.

Kiri- You know what you sound like? "Oh woe is me, I can't have Aonung's glorious dong shoved up my ass."

Neteyam rolls his eyes at her mocking tone.

Kiri- There are plenty of other dongs out there, Tey. Take your pick instead of trying to take his away from his own mate.

Neteyam- Mo'dan isn't as innocent in this as you think.

Kiri- Then tell me, what did he do to deserve death?

Neteyam- . . . I can't say.

Kiri- Exactly, because the only thing he's done "wrong" is take your crush. Honestly, bro, I didn't think you were the type to fall so hard.

Neteyam- It isn't that simple.

Kiri- I sure hope it isn't. I wouldn't want to think my brother would do some serious shit like that for something so trivial.

Neteyam- Does your crush on Mo'dan fall under trivial too?

Kiri- Crush on Mo'dan? Who the fuck told you that?

Neteyam- You're taking his side like he can do no wrong, and going against your own brother.

Kiri- Please. He acted like he was so into you I was shocked when I found out he was with Aonung. But I stand with the victim here, you took things too far.

Neteyam- Mo'dan is not the victim!

Kiri- Ugh! Okay, let's say he isn't the only one. Who else is there?

Neteyam- He's not one at all.

Kiri- But he was yours.

Neteyam- No he wasn't, he's still alive . . . but perhaps he shouldn't be.

Kiri- Neteyam, tell me you wouldn't try that again sober.

He stares into her gaze without a word.

Kiri- No, don't.

Neteyam- Why? Because you don't want me exiled? Or because you still think Mo'dan is innocent?

Kiri- Of course I still think he's innocent, you haven't given any evidence proving otherwise.

Neteyam- Because I can't!

Kiri- If you won't tell me anything, how do you expect me to believe you?!

Neteyam- I'm your brother, I didn't think I needed to prove anything to you! I thought you would just trust me!

Kiri- I do trust you, but you crossed the line, Tey!

Neteyam- It was no worse than what he did.

Kiri- What did he do?!

He goes silent once more, and Kiri throws her arms in the air with a roll of her eyes.

Kiri- Unbelievable.

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He wishes he could tell her, and everyone else, so badly. But knowing that Aonung is still keeping that one horrid fact a secret makes him refrain from saying a thing.As respect for his privacy.

Having had enough of this argument and the topic altogether, however, Neteyam walks off with a frustrated sigh. Leaving Kiri to wait for Lo'ak, and going to look for his brother himself.

He knows him well, and knows there's a higher chance the boy won't return without convincing. So, he'll go find him and do just that.

As he exits the den, Mo'dan quickly hides himself and watches as he heads toward the beach. He takes a look around, thinking hard about places Lo'ak and Rotxo could simply disappear to without anyone seeing them.

Then a thought comes to mind.

He makes his way to the edge of the forest, but stops before entering, and turns around. Seemingly looking at nothing, but knowing someone is there.

Neteyam- If you're here for revenge, at least let it wait until I find my brother.

Responding to his unphased request, Mo'dan reveals himself and walks up to the blue boy.

Mo'dan- You don't seem scared at all.

Neteyam- I've seen you climb a tree, I have nothing to worry about. Now, what do you want?

What does he want? Certainly not to kill the boy whose body makes him feel some type of way. But that's his mission, so he has to. He could get away with his father's task in the forest, so long as it's staged well.

Mo'dan- I want to help you.

Neteyam looks at him with genuine confusion.

Neteyam- Why would you want to help me?

Mo'dan- Not specifically you, but Lo'ak and Rotxo.

Neteyam- Why?

Mo'dan- Look, what we have going on has nothing to do with them, I just want to get them back to the village like anyone else. So, truce, until we find them?

He would rather not be in Mo'dan's company at the moment, but it's safer to travel with someone rather than alone. Especially as far as he's planning to go.

Neteyam- Fine. Keep up.

Eagerly, he follows Neteyam into the forest. He catches a smile on his face, and mentally slaps himself for being happy Neteyam chose to bring him along. He isn't here because of his own wants, he's here to do as his father instructed him to.

Though, that doesn't stop him from staring, and Neteyam is quick to snap at him for it.

Neteyam- Quit watching me like that. Look where you're going before you trip or something.

Mo'dan- Sorry.

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They continue through the dense bush, but despite apologizing, Mo'dan's gaze remains on him. Neteyam shoots him a glare.

Neteyam- You're still doing it.

Mo'dan- Sorry, again. It's just . . . You did choose to accept my offer, though it didn't go as I was expecting.

Neteyam- What I chose to do was kill your disgraceful ass. But things didn't go quite the way I was expecting either.

He smirks at the taller boy when he sees his face pale just a bit.

Mo'dan- Do you still want me dead?

Neteyam- . . . Not as much, since my head is on straight now.

When Mo'dan hums in response, Neteyam assumes their conversation is over and he can focus on where they're going.

Unfortunately, Mo'dan still continues to speak, after a momentary silence.

Mo'dan- Does that mean, if you didn't want me dead, I would've had you for the night?

Neteyam- Oh for the love of Eywa, will you please just drop it?

Mo'dan- Come on, just give me a straight answer.

Neteyam- Ugh, okay. If I wasn't planning to kill you, but still showed up, that would have meant I was accepting your offer.

Mo'dan makes a soft, satisfied noise, though the boy merely stated a hypothetical scenario. Neteyam rolls his eyes, just glad it's over.

Mo'dan- So, do you, or do you not, find me attractive?

Fed up, Neteyam suddenly stops and kicks Mo'dan in the side. He coughs at the impact, and falls over, nearly hitting a tree.

When he sits back up, he winces at the slight pain and rubs his side.

Mo'dan- Damn that hurt. You could've just said no.

Neteyam watches him stiffly stand up, then the chuckle he was holding back breaks out. Earning a pleasantly shocked look from the marine boy. Once Neteyam's laughter ends, they proceed through the forest.

Neteyam- Okay, I'll bite. The scar is pretty cool. How'd you get it?

He looks at the scar decorating his chest, then to his face for an answer, expecting him to brag about some crazy experience. But Mo'dan wears a pitiful expression.

Mo'dan- Aonung gave it to me . . . The night we mated.

Neteyam- Oh . . . You mean the night you forced him to mate with you? Good, you deserved it.

He chuckles softly at Neteyam's true statement.

Mo'dan- I wish he was more like you.

Neteyam looks at him in complete confusion. He figures he and Aonung are already alike in many ways.

Neteyam- Why?

Mo'dan- Because, if he was, he would've just killed me that night.

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His reasoning shocks Neteyam. The marine boy has confused him yet again.

For some reason, Mo'dan is one of those people he just can't seem to completely figure out. The contradictory of some of his actions to others make no sense.

Neteyam- Did you want him to?

Mo'dan- . . .

Neteyam- Do you want me to?

Mo'dan- A fitting punishment, is it not?

Neteyam comes to a halt and grabs Mo'dan's wrist, stopping him as well. He looks back at Neteyam and the boy looks him in the eyes with a serious expression.

Neteyam- If you know it was something deserving of punishment, why did you do it?

As Neteyam lets go of his wrist, he catches it softly in his own hand, caressing it, then smirks.

Mo'dan- I'll tell you for a kiss.

Neteyam snatches his hand away with an angered groan, then storms off. Mo'dan quickly follows behind him.

Mo'dan- Calm down, I was just kidding.

Neteyam- But I was serious. Why are you joking around right now?

Mo'dan- Because it doesn't matter why I did it. I'm far past the point of earning forgiveness. You can't go back from that, there's no undoing it.

Neteyam slows his pace, calming himself.

Neteyam- Is forgiveness what you want?

Mo'dan- Doesn't matter.

Neteyam- Does Aonung know why you did it? Is that why he won't tell anyone what really happened?

Mo'dan- No, and . . . I don't know why he's protecting me. I never asked him to.

Neteyam- Maybe he thinks you deserve it . . . Forgiveness.

He looks down at Neteyam's face. It's clear he's thinking very deeply.

Mo'dan- Perhaps. Would you agree with him?

Neteyam- Without knowing your reason?

Mo'dan- He doesn't know either.

Neteyam- Then . . . I-

Mo'dan suddenly lunges towards him, backing him against a tree. The action startles a gasp out of Neteyam.

With his arms placed on each side of Neteyam, he hovers over him, blocking him in. The forest boy holds his arms down to his sides, wishing he could step further away.

The taller boy leans his face closer to Neteyam's, but he refuses to look up at him.

Neteyam- Back up.

Mo'dan- I'm eager to hear your answer.

Neteyam- . . .

Mo'dan- Neteyam.

He doesn't say a word. Though, even if he didn't feel like he couldn't breathe, he wouldn't know what to say.

This boy did an unforgivable thing, so why is Aonung protecting him? Aonung always has a reason for his actions, but without knowing why this time, does he agree with him?

Mo'dan- Hey.

Suddenly his gaze is pulled from the ground when Mo'dan lifts his face up by the chin. He merely stares for a moment, captivated by those golden eyes.

Mo'dan- Your answer.

Neteyam- I don't know . . . I don't know if you deserve forgiveness.

Mo'dan- Not to that.

Neteyam- W-Then to what?

Mo'dan- Do you, or do you not, find me attractive?

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He feels Mo'dan's other hand begin to slide slowly up his stomach, making his breath hitch. He glares at the marine boy.

Neteyam- No.

Mo'dan- You sure?

Neteyam- Yes.

He removes his hand from Neteyam's face then places both his hands on the boy's waist, and steps forward, closing all space between them.

Mo'dan- Then push me away.

He quickly grabs Mo'dan's arms, but neglects to put forth the strength needed to move them. Conflicted, he watches the taller boy smirk in amusement.

Mo'dan- It's okay to be attracted to someone without liking them, you know.

Neteyam- That's just meaningless lust.

Mo'dan- But isn't it flattering to know you're alluring?

Neteyam- I don't care.

Mo'dan- Reject me then.

His smirk fades as he slowly leans closer and closer to Neteyam's face.

The forest boy merely stares into his eyes as it happens, not moving a muscle. And the moment his gaze wanders to Mo'dan's lips, the marine boy takes it as an invitation and wastes no more time and lets their mouths collide.

To his surprise, Neteyam kisses back, making him hum in satisfaction.

But as Neteyam quickly heats up their session, Mo'dan suddenly remembers his mission, and realizes what he's doing.

Without warning, he jerks away from him, leaving Neteyam wide-eyed. Shocked by Mo'dan's sudden change in behavior, but also by his own actions.

While Neteyam lets his shock and embarrassment settle in, the marine boy sighs heavily with his hands running through his hair.

Mo'dan- Shit . . .

Neteyam looks at him and blinks away what's left of his embarrassment, with a slight shake of his head. He reminds himself to focus, and not do whatever the hell it was he was just allowing himself to do.

Neteyam- We need to keep moving.

Mo'dan nods and follows Neteyam as he quickly continues on their invisible path.

Neteyam- This never happened.

Mo'dan- (sighs) Right.

Neteyam isn't sure why Mo'dan decided to stop so suddenly when he was the one who initiated it, but he's not complaining. It's something he shouldn't have let him do to begin with.

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In silence, Neteyam continues to lead him through the dense environment, for much longer than Mo'dan was expecting.

Mo'dan- Where exactly are we going?

Neteyam- To Lo'ak and Rotxo.

Mo'dan- You know where they are?

Neteyam- I have a feeling.

They approach an area familiar to Neteyam, then he lets out a calling noise. Mo'dan watches as he continues to call out.

Mo'dan- Is that some secret call you and your brother know or something?

Neteyam- No.

Mo'dan- Then what are you do-

A gush of wind interrupts his question, nearly blowing him over as an Ikran lands next to Neteyam. The forest boy stands greeting the creature, unphased by its entrance, while Mo'dan observes in awe.

Swiftly, Neteyam climbs onto the Ikran, then looks down at the marine boy. He doesn't seem to follow, and just stands there staring up at him.

Neteyam- Get on, dumbass.

Mo'dan- Is this another attempt to kill me? 'Cause that doesn't look safe.

Neteyam- If I wanted him to kill you, it would've been done the moment he landed. Now, hurry up.

Cautiously, Mo'dan climbs onto the creature, sitting behind Neteyam. He wraps his arms around the boy's thin waist.

He feels Neteyam's subtle, but clearly uncomfortable, body movements, and sees the discomfort written all over his face.

Mo'dan- Feeling guilty?

Neteyam- Nothing happened, so why would I feel guilt?

The Ikran takes off, and flies straight up, out of the trees, making him tighten his hold. Once they're in clear air, Mo'dan loosens his hold on Neteyam just a bit.

Mo'dan- Between just you and me, something did happen, and I can tell you've still been thinking about it.

Neteyam lets out a short hiss.

Neteyam- It was a moment of weakness, nothing else.

Mo'dan- Is that so?

Neteyam- Yes.

Mo'dan- I don't believe that.

Neteyam- Well, I don't care what you believe.

He could almost laugh at Neteyam'a signs of denial.

Mo'dan- You were drawn in, Neteyam. You wanted me, I could tell.

He snaps his gaze back at Mo'dan with a glare.

Neteyam- I was merely blinded by lustful temptation . . . A blindness that could happen to anyone. But to me, it will not happen again.

He faces forward, a scowl on his face, while Mo'dan smirks lightly.

Mo'dan- So, you've learned to overcome it, already?

Neteyam- It's a weak poison.

Mo'dan- (scoffs) If temptation of libido is a weak poison, then temptation of the heart is potent. I can't wait to see how you handle that one.

Neteyam- What makes you so sure I'll have to?

Mo'dan- Everyone does at some point. How do you think Lo'ak ended up with Rotxo?

Neteyam- We may be brothers, but we are different.

Mo'dan- Doesn't matter how different you are. When it comes to that, everyone's the same.

Neteyam- My heart belongs to Aonung . . . Where does yours lie?

The marine boy goes silent, his usual smirk fading.

Neteyam- Or are you so blinded by lust you can't find it?

Neteyam glances back at him again, but his gaze is somewhere in the clouds. He takes Mo'dan's silence as an unwillingness to answer, and continues to ride without further conversation.

It's true, Mo'dan isn't willing to answer his question. He isn't willing to reveal that his heart is split between two people, both of which he will never have.

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As eclipse nears, beginning to darken the skies above, Tsireya approaches the Sully den for a visit. Inside, Neytiri is rebraiding Tuktirey's hair. Neytiri momentarily looks up at the marine girl and smiles.

Tuktirey- Hi, Tsireya.

Tsireya- Hi, Tuk.

Neytiri- How are you doing?

Tsireya- I am doing well, thank you.

Neytiri- I'm glad. And your brother?

Tsireya- He's . . . Seen better days.

Neytiri hums as she focuses on her task.

Neytiri- I do not think Aonung is as irresponsible as he seems, but Jake is very protective.

Tsireya- I understand, and my brother will respect his decision.

The woman glances up at her briefly.

Neytiri- I think I will attempt to have him ease up on them, but I make no promises.

Her eyes widen in surprise.

Tsireya- Do you not agree with him? I mean, my brother is already mated. I can see where he's coming from.

Neytiri sighs, leaning back and observing the last bit he has left to braid, then looks to Tsireya.

Neytiri- Your brother . . . He showed no emotion towards his harmed mate, but looked very hurt when he was banned from seeing Neteyam. That is unnatural.

Tsireya- I agree. I've never heard of anyone disliking their own mate.

Neytiri- Because that is not how things should be. No matter how many mistakes are made, there should still be love shared.

Tsireya- It makes me wonder what happened, but I know Aonung wouldn't like me prying.

Neytiri- I do not like the idea of a mate being disloyal, and I would rather my son pursue someone he can actually have . . . But forcing him to do so is pointless. For that reason, I will try to urge Jake to let them be. To figure this out on their own.

Tsireya- Thank you.

Tsireya smiles widely, then remembers the other situation at hand.

Tsireya- Oh, are you doing okay, with Lo'ak lost?

Neytiri resumes the last of her work quickly.

Neytiri- He used to run away quite often when he was little, this is no surprise.

Tsireya- Oh, okay.

Neytiri- Do not worry. He always returns home safe and sound, because his brother always retrieves him.

Tsireya feels a wave of relief as Neytiri reassures her in confidence.

Neytiri- Kiri and Spider are in the back.

Tsireya- Thank you.

She walks to the back room, where Kiri and Spider are sitting across from each other on the floor. Kiri is showing him how to make a certain style of bracelet. It takes delicate hands for the delicate materials and designs, so naturally the wild boy struggles.

Tsireya places herself next to them, laughing as Kiri scolds the struggling human. She hands her a few materials so she can join them, and observes her closely.

Kiri- You seem . . . Happier than I thought you would be.

Tsireya- I have come to terms with what happened.

Kiri- But, you looked so hurt.

Tsireya- I understand his side of this, and I don't blame him for anything. It does still hurt when I think about it, but not enough to ruin my mood.

Spider- You're a tough girl. Kiri would've still been crying over something like that.

Kiri- Fuck you.

Spider laughs, making Kiri throw a bead at him, and Tsireya giggles at the two.

Kiri- Just shut up and focus on your bracelet.

Spider- Dude, I'm trying, but this is hopeless.

Kiri- More like you're hopeless.

Spider- And you are a bad teacher.

Kiri- Oh sure, blame me for your failure.

Spider- Because it's your fault.

Kiri- Keep telling yourself that.

Tsireya- May I try?

Kiri- Sure, prove that he's unteachable.

He flips her off, and she sticks her tongue out at him, making Tsireya laugh. She attempts to show Spider the techniques from the top, but he still ends up breaking something or simply doing things wrong. The whole situation cracks Kiri up, until her mother calls her to help gather food for dinner.

Tuktirey goes into the back with them, swinging her redone braids a bit. She takes a seat and begins working on a necklace Kiri had started. While once again, Spider breaks a shell.

Spider- Shit, I did it again. This delicate stuff really isn't for me.

Though he added a soft chuckle to his voice, she can still sense his disappointment.

Tsireya- I don't know you well, but through observation, I see you are rough by nature. Delicate work like this certainly will not come easily to you, but that isn't a bad thing.

Spider- Yeah, but, I thought it would be cool if I could do this. Then I could rub it in Neteyam and Lo'ak's faces.

Tsireya- (laughs) Then I will teach you until your skill is perfect.

Spider- Is there like a cheat way or . . .

Tsireya- No. You just need to learn how to be gentle.

Spider- Oh, okay then. How?

She sets her materials down and places herself in front of him, holding out her hand, the palm of it facing upward.

Tsireya- Lay your hand across mine.

He places his hand horizontally across hers, and she closes her hand around his.

Spider- You have no grip.

Tsireya- Mhm. Now you.

He removes his hand and mimics her. She places her hand across his, and when he closes his hand, it squeezes hers.

Tsireya- Loosen up.

He loosens his grip until she's satisfied, then she slips her hand out, leaving his in the odd weak grip position.

Tsireya- Remember that feeling, and straighten your hand.

He does as asked.

Tsireya- Now, close it again.

He does as she asks again, but his grip is visibly back to the way it was.

Tsireya- Find that feeling.

He loosens his grip, bit by bit, until it feels the same as when he was gently holding her hand.

Tsireya- Now repeat this.

Spider- For how long?

Tsireya- Until I say to stop. Do it with both.

Spider- Seriously?

Tsireya- Mhm.

With a sigh, he begins his gentle hand exercises, and she observes to make sure he maintains the soft grip the entire time. Meanwhile, Tuktirey watches something else happen.

Chemistry.

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Out at the beach, Aonung strolls along the sand, alone. Looking up at the stars, he starts longing to see Neteyam, but quickly shakes his head in an attempt to rid himself of the idea. The thought of seeing the night sky reflect in those golden eyes. . . Again, he shakes the idea off.

Deciding that he needs something to focus on as a distraction, he goes into the water, hoping to have a relaxing ride within the reef.

He calls out to an Ilu, and it happily comes over to him. After rubbing its snout with a smile, he holds out his bond to connect with the creature.

He does so, but the creature seems to be distant to him, the connection is faint, but the Ilu acts as if nothing is wrong.

Trying not to get worked up over nothing, he climbs onto it and dives underwater. Enjoying the feeling of the water around him, and the view of the bioluminescent creatures. But after riding for a bit, his connection to the Ilu fades even more.

So much so, it's as if there was no connection for just a moment.

He immediately makes the creature resurface, worried for it. He brings it to shore and calls out to one of the warriors nearby.

The woman comes over to him and he explains what happened when he rode the Ilu. She gives it a physical inspection and sees nothing wrong, but decides to make tsaheylu with it to see for herself what Aonung felt.

Unfortunately, even after riding it, she found nothing wrong with the creature. Their connection was strong.

In confusion, Aonung simply waves the problem off, not wanting to create any worry. He gives a slight smile of appreciation for the help and goes on his way, but inside he's still concerned. He knows what he felt, so why didn't she feel it too?

As he continues to think, he remembers the way his father used to scold him. Though, it was never enough to bruise or make him bleed, it couldn't have damaged him. Right?

With that question in mind, he decides to go see his mother.

There are many problems he chooses to face by himself, but this is his connection to everything, if there's really something wrong with it then he needs to find out what, and fix the problem.

He's the next Olo'eyktan, he can't afford to become disconnected from life itself.

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When eclipse finally covers the skies with dancing stars, Neteyam nears the clearing on his Ikran, seeing a fire lighting one of the many huts built in close proximity.

Mo'dan- So you did know where they were.

Neteyam- Of course I did, I know my brother. Now stay quiet while I handle this.

Mo'dan half rolls his eyes at the strict tone, but still plans to keep his mouth shut. For the most part.

The moment they land, Neteyam hops off of the creature, Mo'dan following behind him, and storms into the lit hut. Lo'ak's gaze snaps up from the food he was roasting, and his ears lay, seeing the angered expression on his brother's face as he walks up to him. The older boy glances at Rotxo sitting on the other side of the fire with his knees to his chest.

Neteyam- Grab your things, and let's go.

Lo'ak- No.

Lo'ak stands and faces his brother, then notices an unwanted presence behind him.

Lo'ak- What's Mo doing here?

Neteyam- He wanted to tag along.

Lo'ak- And you let him?

Neteyam- Forget that. I'm taking you two back home.

Lo'ak- No, this is our home now.

Neteyam- Didn't I tell you before that running away is foolish?

Lo'ak- I'd rather live happily out here than miserably back there because they don't want us together.

Neteyam- Rotxo can't stay out here, Lo'ak, he doesn't even know how to hunt on land.

Lo'ak- I'll teach him.

Neteyam- You'll both starve before he gets the hang of it. He may be able to make his way around well, but he's nowhere near stealthy enough to make a catch.

Lo'ak- Then I'll fly him out to the sea to restock. Besides, we have fruits.

Neteyam sighs at Lo'ak's argument, shaking his head.

Lo'ak- Listen to me, bro. We've got this. And until Rotxo learns, I've got us both.

Neteyam- Lo'ak, look at him.

Neteyam gestures to the other side of the fire. He turns and sees Rotxo lower his head a bit as he hugs his legs closer, a clear sign of discomfort.

Neteyam- He doesn't look like he even wants to be here.

Lo'ak gives his mate a sorrowful look. He did promise to take Rotxo back to the village if he didn't like it, but he feels he hasn't had a chance to truly show the benefits of them being out on their own.

He turns back to Neteyam with a frown.

Neteyam- He may have come here with you, but that's only because you're his mate.

Lo'ak- He was on board with it, at first. I mean he was a little worried . . .

Neteyam- Lo'ak, you have an obligation to consider how he feels about decisions like this.

Lo'ak- I did. I asked him.

He sighs deeply, wishing he had never let himself be distracted from his brother. He tried to be supportive of the choices Lo'ak made in his independence, but things are out of hand. This is exactly why he would always look after him closely, and give guidance to his decisions.

Neteyam- This right here just proves that you aren't even ready to have a mate.

Lo'ak- But-

Neteyam- I should have never taken my eyes off you.

Lo'ak- Neteyam, I-

Neteyam- Enough excuses!

Lo'ak flinches a bit, and holds his head low, knowing his brother is now beyond angry with him.

Neteyam- Both of you, grab your shit. We're leaving.

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Neteyam quickly turns around and storms out of the hut, past Mo'dan who just leans against the entrance. Lo'ak goes to gather his few things, and Rotxo gets up to do the same.

Mo'dan- He's right, you know.

Lo'ak looks at him with irritation.

Mo'dan- You weren't ready for a mate. You aren't mature enough yet.

Lo'ak- At least we're mutual. Did you even ask Aonung before ultimately deciding for him?

The tall boy goes silent.

Lo'ak- Don't wanna answer that, huh? Makes sense, either way it'll still sound fucked up.

He pours water over the fire and hangs his bag over his shoulder, then Rotxo comes to his side with his own while they exit the hut. Neteyam is standing next to his Ikran, waiting for Lo'ak to call for his.

He lets out a distinct call, hoping his Ikran hasn't strayed away for the night already. But the longer they wait, and the more he calls, the more that seems to be the case.

Lo'ak sounds off one last time, but knows it's futile. He turns to his brother, who lets out a yawn, despite saying a few minutes ago that he wasn't tired and could keep waiting.

Lo'ak- Let's just go in the morning. I promise we won't disappear again or put up a fight.

Neteyam- You better not, or I'll rip your tail off when I find you.

Lo'ak almost chuckles, knowing Neteyam always means every word of his threats when he says them, but never does anything quite so drastic due to his good restraint.

Lo'ak- You can stay in here with us.

Neteyam nods and Lo'ak leads them back into the hut. Rotxo lies down, not saying much because he's tired. Lo'ak sits next to him, and the smaller boy turns to lie his head in his lap.

Neteyam chooses a spot on the other side of the pit. He lies on his stomach with his head resting on his folded arms.

Mo'dan sits in a space off to the side that's between the two. He watches how quickly Neteyam falls asleep, then begins to observe the boy's peaceful looking face.

Lo'ak- Talk, Mo.

He looks over at Lo'ak with confusion.

Mo'dan- About what?

Lo'ak- Why you're really here. You were gonna get back at Neteyam weren't you?

He smirks and crosses his arms comfortably.

Mo'dan- I guess you are pretty smart after all.

Lo'ak- Don't even think of trying anything tonight. I'm not taking my eyes off of you.

Mo'dan- Relax, I'm not gonna try anything. For now, at least.

He momentarily thinks of his father's words. He knows when he goes back home, without completing his task, he'll have worn away his father's last nerve. Either he'll be told again, or Ko'nan will take things into his own hands.

Lo'ak- For now? So you're gonna try later?

Mo'dan- I don't know.

Lo'ak looks at him in confusion for a moment.

Lo'ak- I'm sure my brother knows you were up to something.

Mo'dan- Mhm. Called me out the moment I showed up.

Lo'ak- He must think you're nothing to fear then, since he still let you come.

Mo'dan- Pretty much.

He looks back over at Neteyam to admire his peaceful sleeping face. Lo'ak merely looks at him in confusion, wondering why he's so nonchalant.

Lo'ak- You're the most chill bad guy I've ever met.

He chuckles, then leans over to lie on his back, looking up at the ceiling.

Mo'dan- Doing bad things doesn't make me a bad guy.

Lo'ak- Uh yeah it does. That's the definition of a bad guy.

Mo'dan- Your immaturity is showing.

Lo'ak- You're lucky Rotxo is resting on my legs right now.

He merely chuckles again, and Lo'ak glares at him, but the night goes by peacefully, and once the sun graces them with the light of day, Neteyam is up and ready. Lo'ak is able to get his Ikran, and the ride back is relatively quiet, with nothing but the sounds of nature and the wind in their ears.

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Once they're closer to the edge of the forest, they land, setting their Ikran free, and walk the rest of the way.

Lo'ak keeps his eyes on Mo'dan the entire time, but the boy does nothing to harm Neteyam, and once they reach the village, he leaves to handle his own business.

First place they head to is home, and Rotxo tags along with them. As Neteyam leads them into the den, seeing Jake and Neytiri having a conversation, Kiri comes from the back and points out their presence.

Kiri- They're back.

Jake turns and looks directly at his youngest son, making him shrink a little and grab his mate's hand.

With a sigh, and a stern look, their father steps towards them, and kneels down, motioning for them to sit in front of him. Lo'ak releases Rotxo's hand and sits on his knees, with Neteyam doing the same next to him.

Jake- Where was he?

Neteyam- At the clearing.

He hums in response, and momentarily looks at Rotxo nervously standing behind his boys.

Jake- First, the nonstop fights. Then, defiant behavior from both of you. And just when I think things are calming down . . .

He gestures to his oldest son.

Jake- You're out here trying to kill for a guy who's already taken. While not looking after your brother . . .

Then he gestures to the younger one.

Jake- Who went out and got a mate without letting anyone know. Behind his girlfriend's back.

The two boys sit in silence, keeping their heads held low.

Jake- This is why I always tell you to look after him. So I can at least get a heads up when shit like this happens. And I didn't think you needed supervision but apparently I was wrong.

He looks directly at Neteyam, and he glances up.

Jake- Did you know what he was up to?

Neteyam- Not before it had already happened.

He turns his attention to Lo'ak.

Jake- That ain't the kind of thing that needs to be kept secret.

Lo'ak- Well you know now.

Jake- I should've known before now!

Lo'ak almost rolls his eyes, thinking there's no use in yelling about it when he can't change the past.

Jake- When did it happen?

Lo'ak- When everyone stayed at the clearing.

Jake- You should've talked to us first.

Lo'ak- Why? So you could tell me not to? Because you don't think I can make my own choices.

Jake- You're young, Lo'ak. You aren't even old enough to drink yet, but here you are with a mate. That's the responsibility of a man, not a boy.

Lo'ak- So you're mad because you think I'm too young?

Jake- Lo'ak, don't make me slap you.

Lo'ak huffs in annoyance, but keeps his mouth shut.

Jake- You are too young, and on top of that, you don't have a shred of maturity.

Neytiri- Jake.

He pauses and takes a breath, knowing she wants him to ease up on his criticism. They previously discussed that they would help the young mated couple, offering guidance from their own experience.

Jake- But, your mother would like us to help you with that.

Lo'ak- Oh brother.

Lo'ak begins to roll his eyes, but he's interrupted by a smack on the side of his head from the one next to him.

Lo'ak- Hey-

Neteyam- You're getting help instead of punishment, skxawng, appreciate that.

Lo'ak- But I don't need any-

Neytiri- Lo'ak.

She gives him a glare, daring him to speak against her wishes again. He quickly clears his throat and loses the attitude.

Lo'ak- Thanks, mom.

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Neytiri nods in approval with her glare fading away, then Jake turns to his oldest son. Neteyam meets his gaze, knowing what he's about to say.

Jake- How long have you known about Aonung's mate?

Neteyam- Not long enough.

He hums in response as Neteyam lowers his head once again.

Jake- You know you can't be-

Neteyam- Don't, father. Please.

Jake- But isn't there someone better you know? Preferably someone not taken.

Neytiri- Ma'Jake.

She warns him, not wanting to pressure their already troubled son.

Jake- What? I'm just asking.

Neytiri- Then stop.

Jake- But-

Neteyam- No, there isn't.

His head remains low, but his voice is stern. His father's brows furrow, not liking his irrational liking for the taken boy.

Jake- You can't just kill his mate, Neteyam. Not only is that wrong, and could get you exiled, but it would hurt Aonung too. Doesn't matter how much he seems to dislike him, the fact is, they're bon-

Neteyam- Father, please!

He looks up at Jake with anger in his eyes.

Neteyam- I know this already . . . Hearing you say it does nothing but worsen the pain.

His father sighs at how similar he begins to sound to Neytiri, knowing he's far more angry than he's letting on at the moment.

Neteyam takes a breath, calming himself, and Lo'ak rubs a gentle hand along his back.

Neteyam- Now, if you will excuse us. We have to take Rotxo home.

Jake nods, and Neteyam quickly stands from his spot, and turns to leave the den. Rotxo follows him, and Lo'ak stands, looking back at his father for a moment.

Jake- You and I will talk more later.

Lo'ak glances at his mother, then back to Jake with a nod before taking his leave. He walks up in between Rotxo and Neteyam, feeling the need to be next to both.

Lo'ak- You okay, bro?

Neteyam- As okay as one can be in this situation.

Lo'ak- I won't patronize you, but, I don't want you getting exiled.

Neteyam- No worries. You'll be there to stop me if I ever try it again.

Lo'ak- How can you be sure of that?

Neteyam- From now on, I'll let you know of my whereabouts before straying away from you, and you will do the same.

Lo'ak- Oh. I thought you didn't like having to keep tabs on me like that.

Neteyam- Doesn't matter, I need to, to keep you out of trouble.

He hums in response, unsure of how he feels about things going back to the way they were. When his brother's word was law, and his guidance was order. Before a certain marine boy swooped in and suddenly gave Lo'ak the space to really think for himself.

He enjoyed it, but would be lying if he said he didn't miss those guided days, because they kept him from screwing up quite as much as he has recently.

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As they approach the head family's den, Lo'ak's ears fall when he sees Tsireya cleaning up a bit inside. When they reach the entrance, she turns and gasps at the sight of the two missing boys.

Slowly, she walks up to them, and Neteyam stands off to the side.

Rotxo takes a nervous breath, and Lo'ak tenses up, but a tap on his arm helps him muster up the courage to say something.

Lo'ak- Hey . . . Uh, I'm really sor-

She suddenly brings them both into a tight hug, shocking them.

Tsireya- I am sorry too.

She squeezes them as tightly as she can, and the boys return her hug. After a short but comfortable moment, she releases them and looks between the two.

Tsireya- I'm just glad you two are okay.

Lo'ak begins to smile softly, feeling much relief. He was worried she'd feel hurt by just the sight of them.

Rotxo- How can you forgive us so easily? We-

She takes his hands in hers and smiles.

Tsireya- It's not important anymore, I'm past it. I like for you to be happy, and if that's with Lo'ak then so be it. No one has any right to deny you that, so just let yourself enjoy it.

Rotxo- Are you sure you're okay with this? I mean really sure?

Tsireya- Yes, believe me. The one that'll take some convincing is my brother.

Lo'ak's small smile fades at the mention of the one whose trust he broke and will have to work twice as hard to regain.

Neteyam- Where is Aonung?

Tsireya- Probably on the beach. He's waiting for our mother to return.

Rotxo- Where did she go?

Tsireya- One of our neighboring villages, to retrieve a descendant of Vireyan.

Lo'ak- Vireyan?

Tsireya- It was once a very small village of healers, but became so underpopulated they dispersed and began living in other places, as a part of larger villages.

Lo'ak- So it was like a village of Tsahiks?

Tsireya- Something like that. My mother said some had senses beyond belief.

Rotxo- Why would she need to bring someone like that here?

Her face falls a bit, making them feel concerned.

Tsireya- There's something wrong with Aonung, but she couldn't find any signs that would cause what he's describing.

Neteyam- What was he describing?

Tsireya-  A feeling within his queue during Tsaheylu.

Neteyam quickly turns and walks off, heading straight to the beach. The others stand there watching his abrupt departure, and being reminded of the problems the two boys already have to deal with. They can only hope this isn't the start of another one.

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With a fast pace, Neteyam wanders along the shore, scanning the area for who he's looking for, then spots the boy sitting in the sand.

Once he's a bit closer, he calls out to him, but receives no response. When he calls again, Aonung looks his way, but suddenly stands and starts going in the opposite direction.

Feeling puzzled, Neteyam speeds into a jog, catching up to the boy and grabbing his hand to stop him.

Neteyam- Are you alright?

Aonung says nothing, and doesn't turn to face him.

Neteyam- Aonung?

He leans to catch a glimpse of his face, but the boy snatches his hand away and starts walking off.

Neteyam- What's wrong? Why won't you speak?

He continues to follow after the silent boy, feeling his worries grow.

Neteyam- Is this about what I did the night of the party?

With a sigh, he finally speaks, but doesn't stop moving.

Aonung- No.

Neteyam- Is it about Lo'ak? He's making up with Tsireya right now.

Aonung- No. I just can't be around you anymore.

His heart drops, fearing the worst.

Neteyam- Why?

Aonung doesn't answer him, and continues to take long strides trying to get away from him. There's only one reason he can think of that might cause this. Aonung must know what he did. He internally panics a bit. He isn't sure why he expected Mo'dan to actually listen to him and keep their secret to himself.

Neteyam- I'm sorry, Aonung. I don't know what came over me. I would never do it again, I swear to you.

He continues following Aonung, desperately hoping for forgiveness.

Neteyam- But he just wouldn't leave me alone, I mean, it's hard to ignore that kind of-

Aonung suddenly stops, making him do the same, then finally turns to face him, wearing confusion.

Aonung- What are you talking about?

His mouth drops agape, staring blankly, hardly able to speak through his shock.

Neteyam- I . . . W-Why did you say you can't be around me?

Aonung- Because of your father. He told me off for already having a mate.

Neteyam- Oh . . .

He still isn't quite sure what happened there or when, but he knows it has nothing to do with what he almost exposed.

Aonung- So what are you talking about?

Neteyam- Uh, nothing, I was just-

Aonung- Who wouldn't leave you alone?

Aonung turns to fully face him, making him take a nervous step back.

Aonung- And what were you apologizing for? Did you go after Mo'dan again?

Neteyam- No. Just forget about it.

Aonung- I can't just forget about it, now I know you're holding something from me.

Neteyam- Aonung, please.

Aonung- No. Is something going on?

Neteyam- Didn't you just say you weren't supposed to be around me?

Aonung- Forget that, Jake isn't here.

Neteyam goes silent, making Aonung worry.

Aonung- Neteyam, what is it? You know you can tell me.

He takes in a long and deep breath, then exhales without a bit more confidence than he already had, which doesn't help.

Neteyam- I . . . I . . . kissed someone.

Aonung ears lay, and Neteyam can already see the anger on his face.

Aonung- Who?

Neteyam- . . . Mo'dan . . .

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Neteyam glances to the side nervously, and briefly to the sand before looking back up at the marine boy's infuriated face.

Aonung- What the fuck?! You just tried to kill him!

Neteyam- I know, I know, but I-

Mo'dan- Guys!

As if on cue, Mo'dan comes running up to them urgently. But the moment he stops, before getting another word out, he's socked in the face, making him hit the ground.

Neteyam hops back as he watches Aonung jump onto the boy, punching him repeatedly. Mo'dan covers his face, until Aonung pulls his knife out and holds it to his throat.

He uncovers his eyes, looking up at his mate's scowling face, then zoning in on his pitiful watering eyes.

Aonung- Why the hell do you do this shit to me?!

He says nothing as the blade held against his throat begins to tremble.

Aonung- We were friends, Mo'dan! Friends!

Neteyam was going to separate the two, but now stands frozen, watching it unfold.

Aonung- I was comfortable with you. I trusted you. But even after I told you no, the moment I turned my back, you bonded with me like I'm a fuckin' Ilu! . . . Who the hell does that to their friend?!

Mo'dan merely stares into the pure rage in Aonung's eyes.

Aonung- Now you go and taint the only ray of sunshine I have in this hole you put me in!

His guilt and regret wells up into his eyes, and he feels tears forming as he listens to this normally controlled boy lash out at him.

Aonung- Why do you hate me, huh?! What the hell did I ever do to you?!

Aonung catches his breath, waiting for a response. Mo'dan looks to the side and sees his father, who he was originally coming to warn them about, in the distance.

He takes a deep breath, and contemplates a big decision, before making up his mind. He can't keep living like this, and can't keep forcing Aonung to do the same. He's sick of hurting someone he cares about.

Mo'dan- I don't hate you. I never wanted to do any of this to you, it was my father that wanted this so he could have a place in authority.

Both boys' eyes widen, and he glances towards his father that's getting closer, so he rushes his words.

Mo'dan- But I'm not begging for forgiveness, because I don't deserve it. I could've refused his wishes but I wasn't strong enough, and that's on me.

Aonung- Mo-

Mo'dan- I know it's hard to believe, but I do feel for you, despite everything I've done. Which is why I have no problem doing this . . .

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Aonung is suddenly pushed back as Mo'dan switches positions with him, and takes his knife, holding it above the boy with a battle cry that draws the attention of warriors nearby.

His father sees what looks like nonsense and starts running to them, screaming out questions.

Ko'nan- Mo, what the hell are you doing, boy?! Get off of him!

Neteyam quickly locks his arms around Mo'dan's neck to pull him off, but the stolen blade glides across his face, right before he's shoved away, falling right into Ko'nan as he reaches them.

As Mo'dan holds the blade high again, a few warriors suddenly tackle him, and drag him off of the clan's future leader. He fights against them with every bit of strength he has while spouting utter nonsense.

Aonung stands slowly, watching the scene in awe, and knowing exactly what he's doing.

Mo'dan- Unhand me! I fight for the sky people! We will win!

He breaks free with a burst of strength and tackles Aonung back to the ground, holding his knife out and preparing to harm the boy.

Just as he lets out another battle cry, an arrow is suddenly shot through his chest, immediately halting his noise and making Aonung's heart drop with a sharp pain.

As he watches Mo'dan's quickly dying body fall over onto the ground, an unfamiliar face is revealed.

A boy, with a warrior's build and a crossbow, looks down at him with a relaxed expression, and the most striking green eyes he's ever seen.

He begins to sit up, with sharp breaths and trembling arms, and glances down at Mo'dan's now lifeless body. There was much resentment he felt for what this boy had done to him, but he still never thought he deserved death.

His attention is drawn to more commotion near him, seeing Neteyam hold Ko'nan down and speaking to a few warriors, likely telling them what he's done.

His treacherous plans to assume power. The way he used his son. The way he made the boy do things he knew was wrong.

Mo'dan wasn't strong enough to refuse his father, but that wasn't on him. Nothing was his fault. He acted as if he wasn't the boy Aonung knew anymore, before, but now he knows that obviously wasn't true. He just sacrificed everything to set him free again, which is exactly the kind of person Aonung knew him to be.

So this is what it means to give your all for someone.

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The future leader isn't sure he was worth the boy's life, after spending so much time hating him. Sure, he's always known Ko'nan was strict with his son, but he never fathomed he would make the boy do such things in an attempt to take over.

A few warriors restrain the guilty man as he cries innocent. Jake makes his way through the forming crowd, checking Neteyam's face, then looking towards Aonung.

Someone comes and helps him stand slowly, and he looks at the many people in the growing chaos, most asking many questions.

He suddenly feels so overwhelmed, his eyes begin to dart around from person to person, and his breath starts to quicken uncontrollably. This is too much to handle at once.

Neteyam steps away from his father, seeing Aonung begin to hyperventilate, but the riled up people don't seem to notice it past their chaos. Everyone is so focused on what happened with someone suddenly becoming a traitor.

He looks down to the ground and sees the boy with an arrow through his chest. His heart drops, and he now knows exactly why Aonung is looking so panicked.

He pushes his way through the people, and makes his way up to him. But as he comes up to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder, the boy flinches and backs away from him.

Neteyam- Aonung?

He watches as Aonung's gaze continues to dart around at his surroundings looking so fearful. He wants to calm the boy down, since he's obviously overwhelmed. He turns to some of the people around them, yelling many things at them.

To calm themselves, for one, and for them to back up and give them some space, or to just leave in general.

After his attempt to shoo the crowd away, he looks back at Aonung just in time to see the boy faint.

He quickly rushes to catch him before he hits the ground, which causes even more of a ruckus. After kneeling to lie Aonung down, Neteyam's anger boils over.

Neteyam- Back the fuck up! Or go the hell on somewhere!

Upon hearing his angered voice, Jake rushes over to the boys, along with Ronal who still has Wari in a carrier since they've yet to head home since returning not too long ago.

They quickly have the warriors help them get rid of the crowd, and have Ko'nan dragged off to be tied somewhere until dealt with. A few others take Mo'dan's body to be handled and prepared.

Neteyam watches the boy be carried off. In the blink of an eye, Mo'dan had become a problem for him, but just like that, the problem ceased to exist. Though he never thought it would be because the boy decided to end it. He sees now, that he wasn't lying when he told him he felt like death was a fitting punishment for himself.

It makes him feel guilty, and like Mo'dan really did deserve the forgiveness he wouldn't even ask for, but he still couldn't have been the one to give it.

Slowly, the crowd disperses, leaving only a few. The Olo'eyktan, the Tsahík and her baby, plus two new faces he doesn't know.

One of them, an older woman with soft greenish eyes and her hair in a large bun, wearing a shawl.

The other, a boy with a fluffy ponytail, green eyes so striking they cause him to stare, and a piercing gaze.

The boy walks towards him, and he stares right into his eyes as he does so, until he kneels down towards Aonung, and he quickly snarls at him.

He holds the unconscious boy close, protectively, and the stranger steps back.

Ronal- It is alright, Neteyam, he is a healer, as is his mother.

Neteyam glances between the two strangers. The woman makes sense, but this boy right in front of him looks more like a warrior than a healer. Even Jake looks a bit puzzled by this fact.

Ronal- Bring him to the den, I will explain, and will also tend to that cut on your face.

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Jake carries Aonung as they all head to Ronal's den, where Tsireya, Lo'ak, and Rotxo still remain. As he sets Aonung down, he wakes, and Tsireya quickly goes to his side checking his condition. He's a little dazed but otherwise fine.

Tsireya- What happened?

Neteyam kneels next to Aonung, then looks at Tsireya with a slight shake of his head. She takes the hint and leaves the topic be for now. Lo'ak and Rotxo remain on the other side of the den, watching as the unfamiliar woman sits on the floor beside her son. Ronal goes into the back to lay Wari down, then returns with a basket of materials and sits in front of the new faces.

Ronal- Neteyam.

Reluctantly, he moves from Aonung's side, then kneels at hers, letting her clean the cut on his face.

Ronal- Dear friend . . .

She glances at the woman in front of her.

Ronal- This here is Neteyam, eldest son of our stand-in Olo'eyktan, Toruk Makto.

After Ronal rubs an ointment on his cheek, Neteyam slides off to the side.

Ronal- Over there is his other son, Lo'ak.

Both Sully boys offer a formal greeting, which the woman and her son return.

Cin'lan- It is nice to meet you.

She turns to Jake, giving him a formal greeting.

Cin'lan- And you, great war leader.

Jake returns her gesture, before turning his gaze to Ronal.

Ronal- This is Cin'lan. She is Tsahík of one the village, Paltu, but her roots lie with the subculture of an old people lost mostly with time; The Vireyans, great healers with extraordinary works.

Jake hums in response, though he's still confused about why this woman is here.

Ronal- I must apologize for the commotion you witnessed upon arriving.

Cin'lan- No need, we are no strangers to chaos. My son, Yune, handled what I believe was a traitor.

Ronal frowns and glances at her own son, who averts his tired gaze.

Ronal- That boy he killed . . . was the mate of my son, Aonung.

Cin'lan's eyes widen with a small gasp, then she looks to her son, Yune.

Cin'lan- Yune-

Yune- What is done, is done.

Cin'lan- You must apologize.

Yune- I won't.

Ronal scoffs at the disrespectful behavior, and the others aren't so fond of it either.

Ronal- Have you no discipline, young man?

Cin'lan- Wait. Do not scold him, Ronal.

The woman gives her an apologetic look, while her son's face remains as cold and serious as it was when she first met him.

Cin'lan- Yune is very sensitive to soul orbs. There must be a reason he will not apologize for his actions.

Ronal hums in response, meanwhile the teens glance between each other in a bit of confusion. They've no idea what a soul orb is, but see it as no good excuse for refusing to apologize after killing someone's mate. Lo'ak makes a mental note to ask what happened within the commotion they only heard from afar.

Ronal- What is his reason then?

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They all look to Yune, and he glances at each of them before his gaze stops on Neteyam, looking directly into his eyes like he's searching for something.

Yune- It was a noble goal. I will not apologize for helping him reach it.

Ronal- What?

Neteyam- So you know what his goal was?

Yune- (nods)

Neteyam- How?

Yune- I could see his restraint. It was like watching a poor diversion.

Aonung and Neteyam meet each other's gaze. Somehow this boy could see right through Mo'dan's seemingly crazed actions.

Jake- So you're saying it was all an act?

Yune- Yes.

Ronal looks at her son with concern.

Ronal- Did you know this?

Aonung- . . . Yeah.

Ronal- Why would he do that? Why did you not stop him?

Aonung- He did it for me, and Neteyam. He knew how I felt.

He stands from his spot, followed by his sister, making eye contact with Lo'ak, then Rotxo. But he doesn't say anything, and diverts his gaze.

The green eyed boy suddenly gets up as well and walks over to Aonung. He reaches a hand behind him and grabs the base of his bond, startling the future leader. As he closes his eyes for a moment, he focuses on the feeling running through the many sensitive nerves of the queue.

Having some stranger touch Aonung so casually bothers Neteyam, despite knowing he's a healer which makes this behavior natural.

Neteyam- What is he doing?

Cin'lan- This boy is the one with the dull feeling, yes?

Ronal- Yes.

Neteyam looks between Cin'lan and Yune, annoyed by his own confusion.

Neteyam- Seriously, what is he doing?

Jake shoots him a look, silently telling him to calm himself. It's obvious he feels a little too protective of Aonung at the moment.

Cin'lan- Do not worry, he will find the problem, it's why I brought him with.

Neteyam watches as the boy's bright eyes open again. He releases Aonung's bond, then turns to his mother.

Yune- The numb feeling is fading.

Ronal- Numb feeling?

Yune- His problem is reversing.

Ronal- But what is the problem?

He looks back at Aonung.

Yune- You shared no love with your mate, did you?

Aonung's eyes widen a bit, surprised at how easily this boy saw through him.

Cin'lan- Be softer, Yune, that is a delicate topic.

Yune- It is no different than any other.

Neteyam stands and walks over to the boy, stepping between him and Aonung.

Jake- Neteyam-

Neteyam- Okay, enough of your heartless prying.

Yune merely looks at him with that piercing gaze, as if he's looking into more than just his eyes. It's almost intimidating, yet captivating at the same time.

Yune- So this one is the reason.

Neteyam- Problem?

Jake- Neteyam, calm yourself.

Ronal- Is Aonung okay or not?

Cin'lan- Yune, stay focused.

He goes back and sits in his spot next to his mother.

Yune- He was rejecting his mate so harshly, it affected the feeling within his queue, the source of their connection.

Ronal- Oh dear.

Yune- Do not worry, he is fine now, with that mate gone.

Aonung abruptly turns and leaves the den, making Neteyam glare at this heartless stranger.

Cin'lan- Be careful how you say things.

Yune- I am only stating facts, mother.

Neteyam- What you're doing is being insensitive.

Yune- But you are happy for this news, are you not?

Neteyam- Of course not.

Yune- That is not what I saw.

Neteyam- I don't care what you think you saw, you don't know what the hell you're talking about.

Lo'ak goes over to Neteyam, grabbing his arm gently.

Lo'ak- Bro, calm down.

Neteyam- Who does he think he is, barging in here and saying things like that?

Jake- Lo'ak, get him outta here.

Lo'ak tugs on Neteyam's arm.

Lo'ak- Come on, bro, let's just leave.

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Neteyam allows his brother to pull him out of the den. Rotxo and Tsireya exchange a look before both follow the Sully boys. Jake sighs as he watches his sons walk off, then looks to their visitors.

Jake- Sorry about that.

Cin'lan- It is no problem, people often react to him this way, but I do not think he can help it.

Ronal- It's alright, I'm just glad to know Aonung will be fine.

Yune- The boys all have troubled orbs.

This brings a bit of concern to the surface of his mother's face, but confuses Ronal and Jake.

Cin'lan- All of them?

Yune- (nods) Especially the now unmated one.

Ronal- You said Aonung was fine.

Yune- He is.

Ronal gives him an odd look, but doesn't fret over it. She assumes there may be a disturbance within him because of the bond he just lost, since it would deeply affect anyone, even though he claims to have had no love for Mo'dan.

Cin'lan- May I ask if those kids have any troubles?

Ronal- Nothing too bad, but they do always seem to find a way to bring discord amongst each other.

Jake- It's practically a skill at this point.

Jake sighs just thinking about the many things his children get into that he has to deal with.

Cin'lan- And this happens often?

Ronal- They are just a troublesome bunch, there's no stopping them.

Jake- Damn sure wish there was though, but I'm not even convinced it'll get better as they age.

Cin'lan- Hmm. Describe these problems to me. Perhaps I can be of help.

As the teens walk around the village, searching for Aonung, Neteyam steadily grows more and more frustrated, and it doesn't go unnoticed.

Lo'ak- Okay, let's break for a minute.

Neteyam- No, we have to find Aonung.

Lo'ak stops, and pulls Neteyam back by the arm to keep him from moving forward. He snatches his arm away, but Lo'ak grabs it again and turns him to grab the other one.

Lo'ak- Neteyam, look at me.

Neteyam rolls his eyes, and looks elsewhere, still searching.

Lo'ak- Look at me.

With a sigh, Neteyam finally meets his gaze, with a bit of an attitude.

Lo'ak- We're taking a break.

Neteyam- For what? We just started looking.

Lo'ak- Neteyam, you've been pissed off since you came and got me and Rotxo. I know what I did couldn't have angered you that much. What's wrong?

Neteyam- Nothing.

Lo'ak- You know that's not true.

Neteyam- No, there's nothing wrong with me.

He pulls his arms out of Lo'ak's soft grip, but remains standing in front of him.

Neteyam- I don't have time for there to be anything wrong.

Lo'ak- Tey-

Neteyam- I've been focused on my own shit too long, that's how all this started.

Lo'ak exchanges a look with Rotxo, both knowing what the problem is.

Neteyam- You and Aonung were fighting and I wasn't even there to help you. I exposed things that were meant to stay secret, and got Aonung into trouble, as well as myself, and I wasn't there to stop you from getting into your own trouble-

Lo'ak- Yeah but-

Neteyam- And I was really gonna kill Mo'dan, then I was glad that I didn't, but now he's gone anyway, and the amount of relief that gives me is just shameful-

Lo'ak- Neteyam!

Neteyam halts his rambling, and Lo'ak gently pulls his forehead to his, helping to calm him.

Lo'ak- Stop being so hard on yourself, bro, you aren't responsible for everything.

He releases him, and Neteyam releases a calm breath, but he still feels a bit distressed.

Neteyam- But I-

Rotxo- Aonung told you not to burden yourself with everyone else's problems, and has helped you deal with your own.

Neteyam- But he has his own problems to deal with now.

Tsireya- Which is why you have us.

Tsireya places a comforting hand on his shoulder, and Rotxo gives him a reassuring look.

Rotxo- You always try to run to everyone's aid, but you can't help anyone if you don't help yourself.

Lo'ak- Let's sit down, to talk.

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Neteyam nods in response, and they find an empty spot along the paths to sit with their legs hanging into the water.

Lo'ak- So what is it? What's eating you up the most?

Neteyam- Mo'dan.

Lo'ak- I meant to ask what happened.

Rotxo- Why would Mo do something like that?

Neteyam- Because he wasn't who I thought he was. I misjudged him, but I didn't even get a chance to apologize for that.

Lo'ak wraps a comforting arm around him.

Lo'ak- Don't feel guilty, it wasn't your fault.

Neteyam- That isn't why I feel this way.

He looks down at his legs dangling in the water, lightly swinging back and forth.

Neteyam- Aonung seems so bothered. I mean, of course he is, that was his mate, but . . .

Tsireya rubs his back, encouraging him to continue.

Neteyam- That healer boy was right about me. Even knowing now that he didn't deserve death, I still have such a pleasant feeling knowing he's not in the way anymore. I was beginning to realize I really didn't have a chance at a future with Aonung, and it hurt. But now that isn't the case. . . And it gives me much joy.

His head lowers as the others exchange pitiful looks.

Neteyam- I know it's wrong . . . Honestly, if it weren't for me, that never would've happened to him.

Lo'ak- Hey, what did I say about blaming yourself?

Neteyam- It's hard not to, when so many of the decisions I make have such an impact. Like, if I was there with you when Aonung found out about you and Rotxo, things could've turned out differently.

He thinks of the hidden kiss shared only because things went the way they did, and wishes it never would have happened.

Lo'ak- One thing to know about the past, bro. No matter how near it is, you can't change it.

He lifts his head to look at his brother's reassuring face.

Tsireya- And accepting that what's done is done will help you move on.

Lo'ak- Which is something he's usually good at.

Neteyam smiles lightly and rolls his eyes at Lo'ak's teasing.

Rotxo- And above all . . .

He looks to Rotxo, who's on the other side of Lo'ak.

Rotxo- I know Aonung doesn't blame you for a single thing. And if there's anyone who won't have a problem with the way you feel, it's him.

The very true fact brings him a pleasant feeling.

Sudden deaths are called so because no one ever sees them coming, and it gives no time to prepare, all one can do is deal with it once it happens. He can't help the small bit of guilt he feels for not being as affected by this as Aonung, but he'll try not to dwell on it anymore. Too distracted by things he dealt with personally, he did let his brother go astray a bit, but he won't dwell on that either. All that he can do is help him deal with what's already been done, and hope he's wiser moving forward.

He begins to smile softly, glad to have persistent friends that gave him the help he was rejecting.

Neteyam- Thanks, guys. Sorry for being difficult, by the way.

Lo'ak- It's okay, we know you prefer to handle things on your own.

Tsireya- Remember there's no shame in asking for help.

Neteyam- I once used a line like that on Aonung, but look at me.

They share a short laugh, then he remembers what he was doing.

Neteyam- I should go find him.

He pulls his legs up out of the water and stands.

Rotxo- Good luck.

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Neteyam takes off into a sprint, quickly making his way to the beach. As he searches around, he doesn't find him, and even asks a few others if they've seen him leave, but none have, meaning he's still here somewhere. Then a spot comes to mind, a spot they haven't been to in a while. With the place in mind, he immediately changes his course, and heads to the familiar that faces the ocean.

As he walks up to the few large rocks, sure enough, he sees his lost marine boy sitting on one, looking out at the horizon.

As he approaches, Aonung glances up at him, and slides over a bit, giving him more space to sit. He places himself comfortably next to him, and looks up at the sky. He would normally cuddle the boy, but feels he should keep a little distance out of respect for the situation.

Neteyam- What's on your mind?

Aonung- Many things.

He turns his gaze from the sky to the marine boy's calm looking face, and places a hand on his back, rubbing it a bit.

Neteyam- How do you feel?

Aonung- Free, but . . .

Neteyam- But what?

Aonung- I miss my friend.

He removes his hand, placing it next to himself and looking out at the sea. He did this to give the boy some space, but it makes Aonung turn his gaze to him.

Aonung- There's no need for you to be distant.

Neteyam meets his gaze, a little surprised by his words.

Neteyam- But, you just-

Aonung suddenly places a soft peck on his lips, then places his large hand over his.

Aonung- I said I miss my friend, not my mate. You're more that to me than he was.

Neteyam- Are you sure?

Aonung- Certain.

With a small smile, Neteyam scoots closer, and lies his head on Aonung's shoulder, snuggling into him as he holds his hand. Aonung chuckles softly, feeling comforted by the affection. He does miss Mo'dan, but it's nothing new. He's already felt this way for an entire year, since the day the boy suddenly changed.

Aonung- At least I don't have to worry about him taking advantage of you again.

He feels a bit embarrassed, thinking of how he gave into the boy's advances.

Neteyam- I'm really sorry about that.

Aonung- It's okay, I know it wasn't your heart that was tempted. Being a flirt was half his personality, so as much as it pissed me off, it wasn't surprising.

Neteyam- Really?

Aonung- Yeah. What did surprise me was how you gave in after you tried to kill him.

Neteyam- I didn't understand that part myself.

Aonung- The mind and body work in strange ways, huh.

Neteyam- Yeah.

He snuggles closer, happily, but still senses a lingering sadness in the atmosphere.

It's always harder for him to read Aonung than anyone else, and this inability forces him to have to ask questions, and hope the voiced response gives him enough insight to understand. From there, it's a matter of guessing.

Aonung- Will you sing for me?

Neteyam looks up at Aonung's calm gaze, and the slight clenching of his jaw. After adjusting himself a bit, he begins to sing only his part of the calming Omatikayan song. Aonung looks back out at the horizon as he listens to his soothing voice, helping him ease the chaos screaming within him.

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By the time eclipse graces them with its own dark beauty, they can hardly pay it any mind as the village gathers to watch Mo'dan be lowered into the water to give back the energy he borrowed from Eywa. His father, Ko'nan, isn't present, because he was exiled earlier, due to an attempted mutiny that ultimately lead to his own son's death.

When Neteyam had told the warriors of the man's doings before, he still left out the fact that Aonung had no say in becoming Mo'dan's mate. He would've liked to see how badly Ko'nan's punishment would be if they knew he encouraged such behavior, but felt like Aonung would still prefer to keep that part hidden, and left in the past.

Mo'dan's grandmother chose to desert the village, not willing to let her son die alone, no matter how wrong he was. The rest of the boy's family, his mother and brother, gather for him.

His mother assumed he was just like his father, but upon hearing how this tragedy came to be, she regrets thinking such things. His brother, though they never interacted much because of their mother, never harbored any bad feelings towards him. He may not have known him too well, but he still cared from a distance. He too was unable to go against one of their parents' wishes, which was for him to not follow Ko'nan's lead, therefore he could not interact with his own brother.

Once the funeral is over Jake ushers his older three children to the beach, without bothering to voice why. Once there, they come up to the Tsahík, standing with Aonung and Rotxo. The two marine boys each have a small bag hanging from their shoulders. The kids come up to each other, each with confusion. Then Neytiri shows up on the beach, carrying three different bags, with Tuktirey skipping alongside her, and Spider in tow.

She comes up to each of her older children, handing them a bag. When they look inside the bag they were given, they see a few of their belongings, along with a few snacks. Neteyam looks at his mother with a mix of concern and confusion.

Neteyam- What's going on?

With no answer, she looks past him, making him turn around and see the healer woman he met earlier. She approaches them with her son right behind her, then smiles warmly at the teens. Neteyam briefly looks at the bright eyed boy, before turning his attention back to his parents.

Jake- Don't look so scared, nothing bad is happening.

Kiri- What is all this for?

Ronal- You will go with Cin'lan, back to her village.

Neteyam- What? Why? You don't want us here anymore?

Neytiri- It's nothing like that. We only feel it will be a good experience for all of you.

Neteyam and the other teens all exchange the same unsure looks.

Jake- It's just for two weeks.

Lo'ak- Two weeks?

Spider- It's okay, bro, just think of it as a vacation.

Tuktirey- Can I go?

Neytiri- No.

Tuktirey- Aw man.

Kiri- Why are we even leaving?

Cin'lan- I heard of your discord, and the problems you face among each other.

Each of the teens turn their gaze to her.

Cin'lan- A little time away, in my village, should be a good experience for you.

Kiri- What can we do there that can't be done here?

Neytiri- Be respectful, Kiri.

Kiri- Sorry.

Cin'lan- It is alright. We are of the same clan, but each village is different in its own way. Will you allow me to show you?

Kiri and Lo'ak exchange a look, then look to their older brother. Neteyam looks at Aonung, who nods at him, then back at Cin'lan.

Neteyam- Please do.

The woman smiles at him, then with a nod of approval from each parent, she guides the teens into the water to retrieve their Ilu. Once they're each ready, she looks back and waves to their parents on the beach. They mimic her, waving and seeing Tuktirey jumping to wave at them as they slowly take their leave.

Cin'lan- Stay close, and keep pace, then we should arrive just after daybreak.

They each do as instructed, and follow closely as they ride the waves under the night sky, anticipating what their lives will be like for the next two weeks in the, supposedly different, village.

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The day is dimmed by the sky painted grey with clouds, and a bit of a rough breeze blows through the village Paltu. The island has a beach that stretches around its forest placed in the center. The north and south of the long stretch of sands are the largest beaches, while the east and west are like thin strips.

This place has no reef on either side, only shallow waters lie just before the deep sea greets them.

The path taken from Awa'atlu to here from behind the island wasn't too bad, but these unfamiliar seas aren't always so calm. The waters here, known to Paltu and only two more villages, are known for being particularly dangerous, and it has a significant impact on the way of life here.

Many of these Na'vi are more built than what the Awa'atluan teens think necessary, but it's a must to survive in this place.

The atmosphere is not as relaxing as their home on a regular day, and a moment of relaxation is considered a luxury.

The moment the teens arrived, they were introduced to the oldest and youngest sons of Cin'lan, who were then placed as their caretakers while the Tsahík focused on her own duties.

The boys were quick to put them to work, helping to mend or build weapons and tools, to prove that they wouldn't be a burden.

It's only been a few days since they arrived, but the three sons of Cin'lan have already made quite the impression on them. Though, Yune had already done so before they came here, and since arriving, they've hardly seen him. Neteyam was glad for that fact, until this very moment, which has him thinking he'd prefer Yune over his older brother, Na'haji, who's two years older than him.

Within the crafting den, Neteyam stands from his spot and walks up to the taller boy, glaring into the one pale green eye that isn't covered by the dark bangs decorated with white streaks. Na'haji's ears lay, and he snarls a bit at Neteyam's confrontation.

Neteyam- I'm sick of you talking down to us.

Lo'ak, Kiri, and Rotxo stand from their places, also fed up.

Neteyam- Apologize or we're done.

Na'haji- I care not how you feel about me.

He speaks boldly through his bassful voice as he shoves Neteyam, making Lo'ak snarl at him, but Kiri holds him back.

Na'haji- You should just go home. No one will stop you.

Kiri- Your mother wouldn't approve of the way you treat us. Maybe it's time to finally tell her, instead of putting up with your shit.

Na'haji- Say what you want, but nothing will change, nothing ever does.

Lo'ak- Tey, let's just beat his ass.

Neteyam- No, we're leaving.

Lo'ak- Bro, come on.

His brother whines to him, but he doesn't give in, for Aonung's sake.

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This boy is pushy, arrogant, entitled, and worst of all, he plays favorites. He seems to dislike Neteyam, and the others, but no matter what he does, Aonung urges them not to lose their temper.

This is the future chief of Paltu, and Aonung doesn't want to disrespect him.

Neteyam understands his reason, but also sees that he has Na'haji's favor. Which is why Aonung is usually able to calm both sides, but at the moment, he isn't here, and they were just caught goofing off instead of continuing their work.

Neteyam steps to the side and begins to walk past the older boy.

Neteyam- Forget it, Lo'ak, let's just find Aonung.

His arm is suddenly gripped tightly, and he's slung backward onto the floor. He glares up at Na'haji, who scowls at him, just before being tackled to the floor by Lo'ak. The boy quickly overpowers him, and pins him down, but Neteyam and Rotxo jump in to help.

Kiri bolts for the door, in an attempt to go straight to the Tsahík, but Na'haji grabs her leg, causing her to fall. Lo'ak punches him in the face for that, but he still doesn't let go, even when Kiri turns to kick him off.

Not too far down the beach, Aonung is carrying supplies back to the others, along with the youngest brother, Sorfé. The boy is the same age as Lo'ak and Kiri, and is far nicer than his brothers.

Unfortunately, with his kindness comes his timid nature. Which means whatever his brother does, even if he doesn't agree with it, he doesn't dare correct him.

As they walk along the sand, a familiar girl approaches them, and Sorfé immediately turns his pale blue gaze up to Aonung, knowing who she's coming for.

With the baskets of supplies in hand, they both stop as she confronts them.

She's spoken to Aonung before, and he finds her pleasant. The first time was just a greeting, and show of respect. The second was her offering to help them with their tasks, but when Na'haji approached, she quickly changed her mind.

With a smile on her face, and a bright pink flower in her long curly hair, she approaches Aonung for a third time.

Lilina- Hello again, future leader.

Aonung- I told you before, just call me by my name.

Lilina- Right, sorry. Do you have a moment to spare? We could use some help.

Aonung- What's the problem?

She turns and points just within the shallows, where a few smaller figures are trying to free their net, which has gotten caught in something underwater.

Lilina- We cannot figure out how to get our net free. I would have cut it, but that would only create more work for the crafters.

Aonung- Thanks for the concern, but one more net won't be a problem. Just cut it and bring it over, I'll fix it myself.

Lilina- Thank you.

She runs back towards the shore as Aonung and Sorfé continue on their path back to the crafters' den.

Sorfé- You should mind how friendly you are to the females here.

Aonung- Hm? Why?

Sorfé- Many want out of this place, and you are like a walking opportunity.

Aonung- It is pretty intense here, but not so bad I'd want to leave if this was my home.

Sorfé- You have not seen the worst of it, Aonung, and I hope you won't have to. Just be careful.

Just as Aonung is about to question further, the commotion of a fight draws his attention. They quickly run into the den, seeing Neteyam, Lo'ak, and Rotxo ganged up against Na'haji while Kiri stands off to the side shockingly encouraging them.

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With his anger rising fast, Aonung sets the baskets down, then with the help of Sorfé, he breaks up the fight. With his arms wrapped around Neteyam's chest, he pulls the angry boy back, and Sorfé gets Lo'ak. Once Rotxo finally notices their presence, he backs off.

With heavy breaths, Neteyam still glares at the older boy as he stands from the floor. Aonung stands in front of him, holding his arms up to keep both sides at bay.

He takes a long deep breath to maintain composure for the sake of how he was raised, then turns to Kiri.

Aonung- Why would you encourage them? I thought you were more mature than that.

Kiri- He deserved it.

Aonung- To be ganged up on? You had a problem with it when it happened to you.

Kiri- That was different.

Neteyam- I tried to ignore it, Aonung, I swear to you, but he started this.

Aonung turns his gaze to Na'haji, whose confidence still hasn't wavered. He can tell he feels no shame or guilt for what he did, and he severely wants to fix that, but refrains.

Aonung still hasn't mapped out this boy's personality, and doesn't know how to deal with him, so he's been trying to keep the peace by managing the other side.

He turns back to Neteyam, lowering his arms with disappointment on his face.

Neteyam- Don't give me that look, it wasn't our fault.

Aonung- Neteyam-

Neteyam- I had no intention of fighting him . . . Even though he seriously deserved it.

Aonung- I think it's time for a break.

He turns back to Na'haji, who simply nods at him before leaving without a word.

Aonung- You should calm yourselves before leaving this den.

Rotxo- Oka-

Lo'ak- I'm sick of people barkin' orders at me.

Rotxo- Lo'ak.

Aonung- That's no excuse to just fight Na'haji. Don't you remember what they told us?

Upon arriving, some rules were laid down. Fighting in Awa'atlu is often considered childish but is also seen as something unavoidable when it comes to teenage boys.

Here, in Paltu, fighting in such a way is dishonorable and strictly prohibited, and disputes are to be settled formally, by sparring.

Lo'ak- Of course I remember, but that asshole just attacked Neteyam.

Aonung- Either way, if he tells his mother about this, we could get in trouble.

Lo'ak- No, we would get in trouble, you wouldn't be affected.

Aonung- What?

Lo'ak- I hate seeing you pretending like we're in this together, and trying to control our actions. So fuck off, and and stop patronizing.

Aonung- If I left you to just do what you wanted, we would've been in trouble the day we got here.

Lo'ak- And your smug ass still wouldn't have defended us!

Neteyam- Lo'ak, st-

Lo'ak- He fuckin' attacked your boyfriend but you didn't even tell him off for it!

Aonung- Unlike you, I didn't want to start any more trouble.

Lo'ak- So defending my brother is trouble for you now?

Neteyam- Lo'ak.

Aonung turns and storms out of the den, making Neteyam sigh in frustration.

Lo'ak- I thought he said we should be calm before leaving.

His mate plucks him in the face, making him wince.

Lo'ak- Ow. What was that for?

Rotxo- You know Aonung isn't one to just act on his anger.

Lo'ak- All the shit he gave us for Neteyam, just for being siblings, but he won't put some outsider in his place for causing my brother harm. You don't think he needed to be scolded for that?

Neteyam- Not by you, skxawng. Are you trying to worsen your relationship with him?

Lo'ak- He's doing you wrong.

Neteyam- And you did his sister wrong. But what you did was worse, so if you're this upset, how do you think he feels?