Avatar: The Last Airbender in Modern Times
This is my first fanfiction of Avatar. I set it in modern times to make the settings more familiar. It guest stars Linkin Park, Me, my friends (Q-Tip and Jay), and my little sister. The story's blend into one another, so a line like "These complications led to...", it usually means it has something to do with the next tale. The first three are Kataang stories (I'm a dude and I have a soft spot for them!), so Zutarians might wanna stop reading! Enjoy, rate, coment, and favorite please!
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Aang was as ready to start the day. He was up before anyone else (as usual). Everyone, except for me.
“Morning, Aang!” I said, working on my computer
“What’s up?” he asked. It had hardly been a day since I took his friends in.
“Nothing, I’m just typing up a theory.”
“What about?”
“Just how you guys got transported to our universe. You see, the natural disaster in your universe was the exact same storm that came by here.” I explained. “That caused a part time-warp/part transport to where you are now.” Aang had taken notice to the breakfast I laid out for the group when they got up.
“Thanks.” he said.
“For what?” I responded, saving my theory.
“You remembered that I’m a vegetarian!” he explained, showing me his bowl of fruity oatmeal.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to be insensible on the first day.” I explained. “So, I heard you like Katara…” I ventured. Wrong move by me.
“So much for insensible! Who told you?” Aang was angered.
“Listen, I just want to help you out here!” I said, trying to right the wrong. “I also heard that you are having trouble expressing this to her.”
“What of it?” Not a month in, and Aang had the attitude of the time period down!
“I just think you should go about it head on!” I started to become frustrated.
“I can’t! It’s just too difficult.” He started to be less angry and more desperate.
“Have you tried singing it to her?” I asked. Please tell me you’ve tried it so I don’t have to call some people I said to myself.
“Yeah, like that’ll happen!” He said. I cringed. I hated to bother people who were busy a lot. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. “Who are you calling?”
“Just some friends…” I said, putting the phone to my ear. “Hey, Jason? Could you call Chaz and Mike? You will! Thanks. Oh, if they ask why, say that the Avatar needs a favor. Okay, bye!” I hung up.
“Who are Chaz and Mike?” Aang asked.
“You’ll see!” I said. Aang had recently took a liking to their music, so I was surprised he didn’t know. He’d find out, though.
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It was the middle of the afternoon when a knocking came from my front door. Aang, Sokka, and Katara were playing Xbox 360. Zuko and Toph were listening to the radio. Mae, Appa, Momo, and Iroh were out shopping.
“I got it!” I said. I looked through the looking glass in my front door. There, Chester Bennington stood with his tongue hanging out and was holding up the classic rock hand gesture. He had a red and black Mohawk and thick plastic glasses on. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt on, so his tattoos were visible. I opened the door. In walked the alternative rocker, followed by Michael Shinoda, the only person in the world who can make a Justin Bieber hairstyle look good. I know this because his hair was styled just like that. He wore a black t-shirt. The rest of the band walked in.
“Oh…” said Katara
“…my..“ continued Sokka
“…Spirit World!“ finished Aang, an incredible look of astonishment on his face. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You…you’re…you have to be…” he stuttered.
“Yes, we are!” Mike said, chuckling. “We’re Linkin Park!” he continued. Aang almost fainted. He regained his composure.
“I’m sorry, I…this is just for my own pleasure, but could you…scream?” he asked Chester, who laughed. He then shouted in the only way Chester Bennington can for 17 straight seconds. One continuous scream.
“Now its our turn to be amazed!” said Joseph Hahn, the DJ in the group. The band started to ask Aang all sorts of questions. Chester commented on his tattoos.
“So, how does Brad’s friend, Jason know you guys?” Aang asked.
“You see, he got an early lead on being a rock star and did a collaboration with us in New York a year ago. It’s coming out next month.” Chester explained. We then started out the door.
“Why are you guys here?” Aang asked as we neared the band’s tour bus.
“To teach the Avatar Song-bending.” Mike joked. Everyone cracked up laughing except for Aang, who looked puzzled. “We hear that you can’t express yourself to someone directly, so we decided that you should sing to them!”
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Once in the tour bus, the band filed through their collection of songs looking for the right one.
“So, what emotion are you trying to convey?” Chester asked, frantically searching.
“Hatred?” Mike wondered.
“Confusion?” Rob, the drummer, ventured.
“Paranoia?” David, the guitarist, thought.
“Near insomnia?” Brad Delson, the bassist, asked.
“Desperation?” Joe pondered.
“More like…love.” Aang admitted. The band paused. They looked at each other, then at Aang, then back to each other. This went on for what seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke.
“Ah…a challenge!” Chester realized. It had been a while since they came up with something close to that. Mike gasped with a sense of recognition.
“Burning in the Skies!” he shouted.
“Well that depends. Did he do anything that he regrets? Like, driven almost completely insane by not being able to apologize enough?” Chester asked.
“When I first tried to fire bend, I burnt Katara.” Aang confessed.
“Well that’s a little too freaky! The chorus says ‘I’m swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned’!” Joe said.
“Perfect! So, now what?” Aang asked.
“Now, we teach you to sing the song.” Mike said.
“Duh.” Chester added. The jam session began. Mike started off, leading Aang in the beginning, showing him the lyrics.
I use the deadwood to make the fire rise.
The blood of innocence burning in the skies.
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea.
And poured it out in an ocean of debris.
Oh.
It was at this time Aang was left on his own. His voice was like that of Chester’s.
I’m swimming in the smoke.
Of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize.
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
Once the jam session was over, Aang was crying. He no doubt felt that this song was the right one, because he felt the exact same way. I patted his back. He wiped his eyes.
“I’ll go get Katara. She needs to hear this.” I said.
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When Katara came in, Mike and Aang were waiting in the back of the bus. Joe was readying the track.
“What’s going on?” Katara asked. Joe started the track. Aang and Mike began. The verse was spot on, but it wasn’t perfect until Aang nailed the chorus.
I’m swimming in the smoke.
Of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize.
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
What I don’t deserve.
Once the song was over, the Avatar and the young water bender were both crying. They hugged. Joe, Mike, and I left the tour bus. I think you know what happened afterward. I certainly do! Just don’t tell Aang that. He’d be able to piece together that we were spying. These events led to…
“Morning, Aang!” I said, working on my computer
“What’s up?” he asked. It had hardly been a day since I took his friends in.
“Nothing, I’m just typing up a theory.”
“What about?”
“Just how you guys got transported to our universe. You see, the natural disaster in your universe was the exact same storm that came by here.” I explained. “That caused a part time-warp/part transport to where you are now.” Aang had taken notice to the breakfast I laid out for the group when they got up.
“Thanks.” he said.
“For what?” I responded, saving my theory.
“You remembered that I’m a vegetarian!” he explained, showing me his bowl of fruity oatmeal.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to be insensible on the first day.” I explained. “So, I heard you like Katara…” I ventured. Wrong move by me.
“So much for insensible! Who told you?” Aang was angered.
“Listen, I just want to help you out here!” I said, trying to right the wrong. “I also heard that you are having trouble expressing this to her.”
“What of it?” Not a month in, and Aang had the attitude of the time period down!
“I just think you should go about it head on!” I started to become frustrated.
“I can’t! It’s just too difficult.” He started to be less angry and more desperate.
“Have you tried singing it to her?” I asked. Please tell me you’ve tried it so I don’t have to call some people I said to myself.
“Yeah, like that’ll happen!” He said. I cringed. I hated to bother people who were busy a lot. I picked up the phone and dialed the number. “Who are you calling?”
“Just some friends…” I said, putting the phone to my ear. “Hey, Jason? Could you call Chaz and Mike? You will! Thanks. Oh, if they ask why, say that the Avatar needs a favor. Okay, bye!” I hung up.
“Who are Chaz and Mike?” Aang asked.
“You’ll see!” I said. Aang had recently took a liking to their music, so I was surprised he didn’t know. He’d find out, though.
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It was the middle of the afternoon when a knocking came from my front door. Aang, Sokka, and Katara were playing Xbox 360. Zuko and Toph were listening to the radio. Mae, Appa, Momo, and Iroh were out shopping.
“I got it!” I said. I looked through the looking glass in my front door. There, Chester Bennington stood with his tongue hanging out and was holding up the classic rock hand gesture. He had a red and black Mohawk and thick plastic glasses on. He was wearing a sleeveless shirt on, so his tattoos were visible. I opened the door. In walked the alternative rocker, followed by Michael Shinoda, the only person in the world who can make a Justin Bieber hairstyle look good. I know this because his hair was styled just like that. He wore a black t-shirt. The rest of the band walked in.
“Oh…” said Katara
“…my..“ continued Sokka
“…Spirit World!“ finished Aang, an incredible look of astonishment on his face. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. “You…you’re…you have to be…” he stuttered.
“Yes, we are!” Mike said, chuckling. “We’re Linkin Park!” he continued. Aang almost fainted. He regained his composure.
“I’m sorry, I…this is just for my own pleasure, but could you…scream?” he asked Chester, who laughed. He then shouted in the only way Chester Bennington can for 17 straight seconds. One continuous scream.
“Now its our turn to be amazed!” said Joseph Hahn, the DJ in the group. The band started to ask Aang all sorts of questions. Chester commented on his tattoos.
“So, how does Brad’s friend, Jason know you guys?” Aang asked.
“You see, he got an early lead on being a rock star and did a collaboration with us in New York a year ago. It’s coming out next month.” Chester explained. We then started out the door.
“Why are you guys here?” Aang asked as we neared the band’s tour bus.
“To teach the Avatar Song-bending.” Mike joked. Everyone cracked up laughing except for Aang, who looked puzzled. “We hear that you can’t express yourself to someone directly, so we decided that you should sing to them!”
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Once in the tour bus, the band filed through their collection of songs looking for the right one.
“So, what emotion are you trying to convey?” Chester asked, frantically searching.
“Hatred?” Mike wondered.
“Confusion?” Rob, the drummer, ventured.
“Paranoia?” David, the guitarist, thought.
“Near insomnia?” Brad Delson, the bassist, asked.
“Desperation?” Joe pondered.
“More like…love.” Aang admitted. The band paused. They looked at each other, then at Aang, then back to each other. This went on for what seemed like an eternity before anyone spoke.
“Ah…a challenge!” Chester realized. It had been a while since they came up with something close to that. Mike gasped with a sense of recognition.
“Burning in the Skies!” he shouted.
“Well that depends. Did he do anything that he regrets? Like, driven almost completely insane by not being able to apologize enough?” Chester asked.
“When I first tried to fire bend, I burnt Katara.” Aang confessed.
“Well that’s a little too freaky! The chorus says ‘I’m swimming in the smoke of bridges I have burned’!” Joe said.
“Perfect! So, now what?” Aang asked.
“Now, we teach you to sing the song.” Mike said.
“Duh.” Chester added. The jam session began. Mike started off, leading Aang in the beginning, showing him the lyrics.
I use the deadwood to make the fire rise.
The blood of innocence burning in the skies.
I filled my cup with the rising of the sea.
And poured it out in an ocean of debris.
Oh.
It was at this time Aang was left on his own. His voice was like that of Chester’s.
I’m swimming in the smoke.
Of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize.
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
Once the jam session was over, Aang was crying. He no doubt felt that this song was the right one, because he felt the exact same way. I patted his back. He wiped his eyes.
“I’ll go get Katara. She needs to hear this.” I said.
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When Katara came in, Mike and Aang were waiting in the back of the bus. Joe was readying the track.
“What’s going on?” Katara asked. Joe started the track. Aang and Mike began. The verse was spot on, but it wasn’t perfect until Aang nailed the chorus.
I’m swimming in the smoke.
Of bridges I have burned.
So don’t apologize.
I’m losing what I don’t deserve.
What I don’t deserve.
Once the song was over, the Avatar and the young water bender were both crying. They hugged. Joe, Mike, and I left the tour bus. I think you know what happened afterward. I certainly do! Just don’t tell Aang that. He’d be able to piece together that we were spying. These events led to…
2 Comments
Thanks for including me dude! :D
You're welcome! I knew I wasn't fit to actually know LP personally, and I chose you because you're an awesome singer and have a better chance of knowing them then I do (You freaking met Weird Al!)! BTW, you've got to start e-mailing me! I'm getting bored!