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For Kisseki-no-sedai , The first time Aomine got chi-blocked.
"Quit it!" screeched Satsuki.
"I'm not doing nothing," said Daiki, and slipped another water whip in through the spaces of her hair, sniggering as she yelped. Stupid Satsuki. Why'd she have to go and start training to be a Kiyoshi Warrior, anyway? It wasn't as though she could bend, or anything. He could. He was better than anyone. He'd take care of them. She didn't need to go off all day and train with girls, who shooed him away but he didn't care because he didn't want to learn their stupid fighting style anyway.
"Quit it," said Satsuki, and pointed her spoon at him. "Or- or-"
Daiki knew what she would do. She'd leave him, just like being passed from house to house in the village, until they'd declared themselves their own family and just got fed by everyone as a whole. It wasn't her they didn't want, but Daiki, Daiki who started fights and destroyed boats and had just washed up on the shore one day.
Satsuki had said she wouldn't leave him, that she'd never leave him. Why did she need to be a warrior, when there was him around? Stupid Satsuki. "Or what?" he said.
Momoi came in with the spoon high and fast, and threw it. Daiki smacked it out of the air with a tongue of water taken from her cup, and then her other hand flashed out and hit that arm three, ten times, and the water collapsed right when Daiki would have brought it back to teach her a sharp lesson.
"Wha-" he said, but his other arm was moving, instinctual, automatic. Daiki was impossible for the water bending masters to ever teach; he was better than them all combined and did practically nothing they recognized as proper bending. Satsuki ducked in and hit him all along the exposed side of his body, wrist elbow underarm bicep chest waist hip, and Daiki collapsed on a leg suddenly gone numb.
She climbed onto his head and sat on it. "There," she said. "Now say you're sorry."
"No," snarled Daiki, outraged, and tried to kick with his one good leg; Satsuki grabbed it on the swing and folded it with all her strength. Daiki howled.
"Say it!" she said.
"No," he said.
Satsuki picked up the spoon and held it threateningly. "Say it or I'll feed you all the stewed seaweed right now."
"No!" cried Daiki, and then snorted, he wasn't crying, he wasn't. But he couldn't bend, could feel the water just a few feet away but was unable to move it.
"You're the one being a jerk," said Satsuki, but she got off him anyway and pressed at his bony arms until they began to tingle and the clenching of his fist once again rattled all the waters of the bay.
At the end of it, Satsuki's small strong hands warm on his limbs, Daiki felt better, and ate up all his stewed seaweed. "You should be more afraid of me," he told her, and wasn't sure exactly why he said it, except that if she hadn't stopped his second strike, or the kick, where he'd felt ready to drain the very air they breathed- he didn't know. Sometimes the adults were afraid.
"Don't be stupid," said Satsuki, and made him ice up their milk so they could lick it off the spoon together.