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steampunkedseahorse · 7 years ago

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Chapter 4 Zuko’s birthday

When he heard Katara was here he has planned to corner her and grill her with questions until she answered why she had left the palace without saying goodbye. Why she had lied to him, she had written to him saying she had family business in the south pole. He didn’t receive another letter for 10 months, letting him know that she was alive but that was about it. He’d only received a few letters after that where nothing was distinctive. He had wanted to fly to the south pole but everyone had discouraged it. All he had to keep him warm at night was the thought of her in his bed. His mind wandered back to their first night.

2 years ago

Zuko stumbled out of the warm room and onto the chilly terrace, it as is birthday and his friends were doing everything they could to get the fire lord in good spirits. As tonight was their last night there they were doing everything they could. He had told them that Mae had left him only a week earlier they decreed she wasn’t good enough for him anyway. As he placed one foot in front of the of the other a 21-year-old Zuko was thoroughly drunk. He saw Katara leaning against the wall trying to get the same fresh air he was. She was beautiful, her long hair cascading down nearly reaching her bottom. She had turned to him and he realized she was not nearly as drunk as him.

“Zuko…” She reached out to him he took her hand and leaned against the wall. Her long blue robe slipping off her shoulder, he ached to reach out and pull it all the way down. To reveal her beautiful tan skin, he wanted to kiss it all over. She looked up at him as he straightened. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer her with words, instead, he descended upon her mouth and tasted the water bender that had haunted his dreams for years. She had leaned into him, her soft breasts he found weren’t bound as normal. One hand racked through his combed hair, the other slid inside his robe. He pulled her closer to him one hand on the back of her head as he drank her in. He wasn’t thinking and every rational thought told him to back off of the beautiful woman. Instinct urged him forward. She murmured gently against his lips, “You’re drunk Zuko.” He didn’t care. He was finally touching her the way he wanted to for years. “Zuko...” He felt the conflict in her, he knew he was drunk he didn’t care.

He pulled away slightly. “Don’t take away what little courage I had to build up and drink to come do this.” Still, her hesitation made him wonder if she felt the same way. “I want to.” She whispered. “But you’re drunk.”

“Not so drunk that I cannot recognize you, that I don’t know exactly what I want.” He bent his head to kiss her again. He felt her smile against his mouth and reached toward him, her fingers deftly untied the knot of his pants and slipped into them. Her grip was soft as she stroked his member. “My room or yours?” He asked as he pulled himself from her lips.

“Yours is closer.” She stroked faster and he gave a low groan then grabbed her hand. She looked confused until he picked her up and found his way into his room, avoiding their friends. His heart pounded in his chest, she was here in his arms clinging to him.

He placed her on his massive bed. Agni, he had wanted to this, fantasized about it for years. “Are you sure Waterbender?” He asked, sobered by her touch and the smell of her need.

“Yes,” She breathed out as he pulled off his robe, exposing defined muscle. His pants still hung loosely on his hips giving her a perfect view of the V on his body. He closed what little distance they had between them and pulled down the shoulder of her robe. He kissed the exposed flesh and she sucked in a breath. Settling down on top of her he slowly began to disrobe her, thanking Agni for the hot summer as she wore no bindings or pants beneath the robe.

Finally, she lay under him exposed and naked for him to view. Her long hair fanned out from behind her. “Have you ever done this?”

“No.” She said looking up at him with her great big blue eyes. That made him happy and kissed her again. Working his way down her body, he kissed the hollow of her throat, her breastbone then he had taken her nipple into his mouth. Her soft moan was all the encouragement he needed. He teased the dark brown bud in his mouth until it stood erect. He repeated the process on her other nipple and was rewarded with her soft whimpering. Still, he worked lower, kissing her belly, her navel, sliding off the bed he spread her thighs and kissed her on her sex. Her body writhed under his ministrations as he quickly found her woman’s bud and licked and nipped until she was panting. He stopped just short of bringing her off the edge standing.

“Zuko!” She looked at him as he slid off his pants, her eyes had gone wide as he resettled himself between her legs. “I’m not done.” He positioned the head of his member at her slick entrance but didn’t push forward. Instead, he found her woman’s bud again and with the pad of his thumb rubbed in slow circles. He could tell she was ready for him but he wanted to savor this. Slowly he began rocking back and forth easing his member into her. His thumb circled faster the deeper he went. Katara’s back arched as she neared orgasm, finally, she screamed her release and Zuko felt the tearing of her hymen and kept pushing until he was fully seated. He waited for her to return back to this realm before he began moving again. Her body was hot, wet and tight he gritted his teeth determined not to finish the moment too soon.

He slid in and out of her slowly at first for her to accommodate his size. Then she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him closer. “Zuko…” and he understood the plea in her voice. Gripping a fist full of her hair Zuko quickened his pace. He controlled himself by focusing on the texture of her soft curly hair. Her warm soft body contracting around him as he pumped in and out of her sheath. Her hands found their way to his back pulling him closer still. Zuko pulled the fist-full of hair forcing her to turn her head and give access to her neck. He bit softly between the curve of her neck and shoulder, needing more control. She returned the favor in full biting him hard on his shoulder. A spike of pleasure shot through him, could it be he had found a woman who had the same dark desires as he did? He continued his pace until she released his shoulder to cry out his name in ecstasy until her muscles around his flesh attempted to seize his movement. His pace quickened plunging his member in and out of her tight body until his lower back tightened and his own orgasm burst from him. He softly kissed her forehead, cheeks, and lips as he withdrew from her body. He rolled over on the bed and for the first time in a long time had felt truly happy. Zuko had awoken the next morning to find Katara still in his bed. And snuggled against him.

The memory ran through his head a thousand times as Zuko paced the length of his room not feeling the plush carpet under his feet. They had spent a month together, one very interesting and memorable month together, he still remembered the taste of her lips on his. Like a fire sweet bun, once he had tasted her everything else fell flat in comparison. He’d told her so. So why did she leave?

Zuko found his feet turning toward the adjoining door that would let him into her room. He would get answers while she was here. His mouth was in a firm line and he twisted the doorknob to let himself in, he cracked it when he heard Suki and Katara speaking.

“I don’t know but your son is over a year old now, he is starting to look just like his Dad.” Suki was saying. Katara had a child? Was it his? No certainly not, Katara would never keep something like that from him. Anger flared in him, was that why she left? So, she could be with the father of her child, who was the father. He would kill the unnamed man. Zuko would never admit it but the undercurrent of hurt and jealousy ripped through him. He turned back to the conversation.

“I want to see him,” Katara said

“Of course! Let me rinse your hair first.” He heard the Katara get out of the water and shut the door. Her son was here. Why did Suki have him? What the bloody hell was going on. Did Sokka know the child was his sisters? Zuko turned and walked out of his suite. He needed some air after hearing that conversation. The halls were oddly quiet and Zuko walked unencumbered for the first time in years. He walked to the courtyard where the sages were examining the girl that had attacked Katara, Aang stood above them. The avatar turned and saw Zuko coming toward them. “Is this the girl?”

“Yes,” Aang answered.

“She’s just a kid.” He said looking down at the girl. Her short black hair and yellow eyes marked her as fire nation. “Do not let Katara see her. Find out who her parents are, find out if they are Ozi Loyalists. I want to know who convinced a child to stab the Lady Katara and then kill herself.” He was shouting and didn’t realize it. Only the Avatar stood unfazed by the anger, he’d been the source of it for many years. The small fires around the courtyard blazing out of control. Soldiers and sages backed away from their Lord and quickly scurried to do his bidding. “Aang, find Toph. If they attacked Katara they could be after her as well.”

Aang nodded then, “Katara’s okay then?”

“The sages are examining the poison now. She is clean and seems to be taking it in stride.” He left out the part where she had come apart in his arms. Aang kicked at the ground under them. “Before I take off I want to know if you’re going to do it this time.”

“Do what?” Zuko grit out, trying to get his temper under control. Trying to remember what Aang was talking about.

“Give it to her.” Zuko knew exactly what Aang was talking about but refused to play the part. She had secrets and he needed answers, “Look I know Katara and I have a history but I promise that’s all done now. She’s like my big sister.”

“Find Toph.” He said to Aang then walked out of the courtyard. How could he now? She had had another man’s child. Did she even love him? Did he still love her? He heard the Avatar take off on his glider. He turned and a saw a child about the height of his knee waddling at full force toward him. Katara was chasing him. “Kazza! Pants!” She was chasings after him in clean clothes and still slightly damp hair. The sunlight catching it giving it an undercurrent of red. Just like the morning after when she had smiled at him. Yes, he decided, he still loved her.

“No!” The child screamed happily. Zuko scooped him up. Was this the child in question?

“Thanks, Zuko, Suki wanted me to get him dressed.” She smiled at him and he saw the lie there. He looked at the boy, he was paler than Katara and had one blue and one yellow eye. His black hair was soft and wavy much like his mothers. Kazza reached out to his tiny hands and grabbed Zuko’s hair. The boy smiled showing his teeth. Then the distinct smell of burning hair met Zuko’s nose. “Kazza!” Katara squeaked. Zuko pulled what was left of his hair from the boy who only giggled at Zuko. The boy playful tried to grab at Zuko’s face.

“This is Sokka and Suki’s child?”

“Adopted …but yes…” Katara said.

“A fire bender and a someone from the water tribe?”, what were the chances of that happening, then Suki adopting the child? None he realized.

“It’s not unheard of.” She snapped.

“Katara….” He needed to figure out how old the child was.

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steampunkedseahorse · 7 years ago

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Chapter 3 The poison

Katara fell into a bending stance automatically drawing water and encasing the girl in ice, who didn’t fight her at all. Sages and guards ran to her, one shouting “Get a doctor! Notify the fire lord!” Katara leaned against the steam tram, suddenly grateful for the current fashion requiring bone corsets, it had stopped the blade from sinking into too deeply into her belly. The girl was being questioned when she smiled, “When you remove the dagger,” She said, Katara’s hands on the dagger, “It will put the poison to work.” That’s when Katara realized the girl’s teeth were covered in red.

“What’s the poison girl!” A man shouted, but the girl didn’t respond. Katara looked at the men around her, they were dumbfounded. Katara ripped out the dagger and healed herself with her free hand. A man reached down to take the dagger from her. “Don’t touch it! We don’t know how this was coated. Get some gloves so you are not exposed.” The man nodded.

Katara straightened and looked at the girl, “The poison you swallowed will kill you before me won't it?”

“No loose ends.”

“How much time?”

“maybe 20 minutes.” She said softly.

“How old are you?”

“12….”

“Why?” Katara asked. The girl didn’t answer. A girl so young willing to throw her self to death for what? An opposition that had not even started? Katara was certain the girl hadn’t taken the task just for old nationalism.

“Who gave you the poison?” the girl was silent again she looked away then paled. Aang stood there his staff in hand, an expression crossing his face that he had only ever seen on Zuko’s face. “Avatar Aang…” the girl whispered.

“What is the name of the poison?” He asked quietly. The girl didn’t answer. Katara felt the toxin faintly running through her veins, her healing had only mitigated the power of the poison not quelled it completely. “Aang…” She reached out to touch him then stopped, she had her blood on her hands what would happen if she touched the Avatar and he was poisoned. Katara didn’t want to risk it. He understood. “Take lady Katara in the palace, get her a bath and get someone to take that dagger away.”

Zuko was staring at a designed Sokka had brought him. The design was a way to make airships lighter to transport more goods to the outer reaches of his nation. “How much fuel…”

The door banged open and a guard bowed, “What is it?” Zuko asked no ever barged into his office…ever.

“The lady Katara has arrived…”

“Ah good.” Sokka said smiling.

“She has been stabbed. Zuko launched from his chair the candle’s flame shot so high it scorched the ceiling. “Where is she?” Sokka asked.

“Guards Jing and Lee are escorting her to a room in the north wing.”

“Her room will be moved next to mine in the South wing.” Zuko said.

The guard nodded then bolted out of the room to arrange the move.

“I didn’t know there was another room in the south wing?” Sokka said his face stone as he mastered his emotions.

“There is.” Zuko said then grabbing Sokka ran toward the room in question. Zuko ran to his mother’s old room and saw he was just behind Katara and her guards. She was still holding the dagger. Maids were rushing this way and that way airing the room and bringing water. He heard Katara’s voice as he and Sokka rounded the corner to the large room.

“I don’t understand, why am I in here?”

“The fire lord commanded it.” An older Maid gave the simple answer.

“It’s the most guarded wing in the palace.” Zuko said. Katara spun around. Her red corset visible under her dressing robe, her skirt was splattered with mud. He walked closer to her but a guard stepped in front of him. “Move.” He demanded.

“The lady needs to wash; the dagger had poison on it we are not sure how it is transmitted.” Zuko paled, then caught Katara’s eyes. She was scared. He had seen the look in her eyes enough to not be able to stand it. He moved the guard aside and closed the gap between them. His heart hammering in his chest at being so close to her. He took the knife from her and set it down on a nearby table. “Kat.” He said before pulling her into a hug.

Katara felt his warmth seep into her. Her body relaxed into his and she felt the tears slip from her eyes. Her mind caught up with her, she had just been stabbed! A sob escaped her as Zuko held her. His touch made her stop, she didn’t have to be strong next to Zuko, he would always catch her. The wound made her feel violated and angry, but right now there was nothing she could do but cry.

Zuko held her tight as she cried. Her small hands grabbed fistfuls of his robes as if to remind herself that he was not going anywhere. He saw Sokka come around and want to soothe his sister. “Do you know anything about poison?”

“No, but we know an old witch in the woods who does.” He said. Katara looked up at Zuko, “Zuko the poison... what happens if…”

“It doesn’t matter Katara.” Her tears were still falling but she turned to her brother, “Sokka…” He reached out toward her then stopped like she had done with Aang. She understood and in no way wanted to poison anyone by proxy.

“I need water in here.” He yelled over his shoulder and the Maids were standing still in the room. Then he turned to her, “Katara, we’re are going to figure this poison out, we will stop it.”

“My healing didn’t even stop it Zuko.”

“There has to be an antidote.” He said refusing to believe that there was any other option. “You will have someone with you at all times now.” He ordered, Katara only nodded.

30 Minutes later.

Katara sat in the ornate tub that was situated in the corner of her spacious bathroom. She didn’t notice the stone floor or the massive mirror on the sun-facing wall illuminating the room with natural light. All she felt was the hot water that Zuko had heated himself with Suki fussing over her. The water relaxed her muscles and did wonders to help her relax and analyze what had happened to her. She had been stabbed yes; but why? The poison was supposed to kill her slowly. So, who was this supposed to affect more than her? Her brother and Father? Aang? Zuko?

If it was to hurt her brother and Father, shouldn’t it have happened earlier? There would be no gain in that. The Southern Water Tribe had no enemies and while people could get irritated with Sokka he didn’t have any real enemies other than Ozi. Sokka was well loved in the tribe. They understood he was gathering knowledge from other leaders to become the well-rounded leader that the tribe needed after her father passed. And they adored his wife, it really had no merit to hurt her for the sake of the tribe of her family.

If the goal was to hurt Aang it would be to stop their party from locating the Ozi, it made since. Hurting her would bring their party to their knees, she was their healer and a master bender. She had, with Zuko’s help defeated Azula. Without her Aang would be distracted and Sokka worried even irritable, that would cause a strife within the party.

But there could be several reasons it was to hurt Zuko, a master bender dying here was bound to put an unfavorable look in his reign, a banished Fire Lord giving the orders undermined Zuko’s authority and power. Katara had heard rumors that some citizens were unhappy about the shift in their ruler. Especially with the aristocracy being taxed more to help the poor and devastated areas of the war.

“KATARA!” Suki was at the foot of the tub, “Where you even listening to me?”

“….erm… how much trouble would I be in if I said no?” She gave a weak smile.

Suki harrumphed. “I was saying that I want to wash your hair with this lily-lotus soap.”

“Oh…be my guest.” Katara scooted forward giving Suki enough space to wash all of her long hair. Once she was situated Suki began whispering to her.

“Kazza is doing great, he is healthy and is eating like a horse.” The statement left Katara’s breasts feeling oddly heavy. She had fed him while in the south pole and had terrible aches for 3 months after he had left. “There is another thing you should know.”

“What’s that?”

“He a bender Katara, you have to tell him. You can’t hide this, it’s not fair to him you know that.”

Katara knew, she should have told him before she left but there was still so much left to be said between them how should she spring a child on him like that. “How would I even tell him something like that?”

“I don’t know but your son is over a year old now, he is starting to look just like his Dad.”

“I want to see him.”

“Of course! Let me rinse your hair first.” Katara smiled, while she felt the poison running through her veins she, she knew there was nothing in her that would stop fighting to make sure her son was safe.

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