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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 113
Several hours later Katara was no longer as happy. Appa had six stomachs. There was no end to the stench and waste that was coming out of him. He was lowing and groaning pitifully but there was nothing she could do for him. He had even stopped drinking the water she had bent up to his lips even though she’d been adding more fresh water to the combination.
Katara had washed herself and Sokka three times for general purposes but she still felt filthy. She knew it had to be worse for Sokka as he had to scrub down the deck with soapy water and a push broom after she bent the refuse overboard. The deck was made from a different type of metal than the hull and Chu-hua feared the salt water and dung would damage it.
She was about to wash Sokka again when four more unfortunate souls showed up and grumbled, “We’re relieving you.”
“Oh great, I thought this day was never going to end,” Sokka exclaimed handing one his scrub mop and walking towards the stairs.
“Hey wait! Where are you going?” one of the men screamed as he reached out to grab him.
“He’s going with us,” Zhao 1 growled to the smaller and higher ranking man. He and his twin had been placed on cleaning duty a few hours after Katara and had been scrubbing alongside Sokka.
Zhao 2 smiled politely and asked, “Do you have a problem with it?”
“I don’t,” the senior officer yelped. “Have fun.”
Katara raised her eyebrow and looked at Zuko, “What just happened?”
“He’s bigger and there are two of them,” he said with a shrug. Their friendship and the fact he trusted the two of them with his life were only part of the reason he’d felt comfortable leaving Katara with one or both of the Zhao twins.
Jianguo and Jiangun had each earned a rather fearsome reputation during their short military career. Their notoriety grew after the failed Siege of the North sent many seeking vengeance for lost loved ones after anyone with the name Zhao. The twins were initially considered easier targets as their mother and older sisters were Firebenders but people soon learned not to make assumptions. Katara did not need to know that if his first choice of assassin had been unavailable to eliminate the Avatar after Ba Sing Se fell the twins were his second.

Sokka had no choice but to go when one of the twins stood on either side of him, tucked a hand under his arms and lifted. He wanted to scream, fight, run and jump overboard but Katara was looking. She was the only reason he had not done so already. He’d thought about it each time he’d been brought on deck to clean up after Appa but he couldn’t leave her.
Once they got downstairs Zhao 1 smiled, “You take care of him, I’m going to grab a few goodies.”
Zhao 2 locked the door as soon as they walked into the shower and Sokka began looking around for something to defend himself. The soldier rolled his eyes, “Dude, relax. I brought you down here as a favor to Zuko and your sister. I want no part of your body. You have one too few openings and your chest is too flat. Even if I were able to overlook the fact you have a dick you stink. You smell like six-legged flying cow ass.”
“You don’t smell so great yourself,” Sokka retorted boldly. His nerve faltered when the door opened.
Zhao 1 walked in just in time to hear Sokka’s comment. He set down the basket he’d been carrying in front of him and looked confused, “I don’t smell good? What do you mean I don’t smell good?”
He snatched off his sock and held it at his brother’s nose. “Hey 2, I smell good right?”
“If you don’t get your dumb stinky ass away from me!” the younger twin said elbowing his brother and trying not to be put in a headlock. In the end he decided to hold his breath and let his brother put him in a choke hold long enough to finish taking off his underwear.
He reversed it and thrust his loincloth in his older brother’s face, “Smell this!”
“You lousy son of Zhao!” 1 screamed as he backed away choking.
Sokka relaxed as the two twins continued to horse around with each other. They had never touched him. There were times he thought he had imagined large shadows lurking around the corner on the days after he had endured the worst treatment. He thought it was death but they were the right size to make them. They had also mentioned Katara and Zuko. He had no reason to trust Zuko but Aang did. He said that when he and Katara were sick Zuko had been the one to rescue him from Zhao’s fortress. The happy Avatar refused to believe the only reason Zuko freed him was so he could capture him for himself.
More importantly they were speaking Earth Nation. It was a hybrid he’d heard in the colonies where people identified themselves as more Earth Kingdom than Fire Nation.

Sokka picked up two sets of towels and a robe on his way to the back of the large room.
“Hey wait, here,” Zhao 1 called out tossing Sokka a small oddly shaped object. “It’s Granny’s special soap.”
Both twins raised their voices to a high pitched drawl, “Guaranteed to remove all dirt, goop, and odors or she isn’t an Earthbender.”
“And you’re sharing it?” Sokka asked in disbelief.
“Dude, you stink. Do you know what our Granny would do to us for let us for letting you smell like that?” Zhao 2 said as he picked up one for himself.
“It’s like she has a psychic connection to it that lets her know we didn’t allow it to fulfill its true purpose. She’d kick our asses harder than Bong Cha kicked her kid’s,” Zhao 1 added.
“Yeah, so go use it. She’ll bake us a cake as a reward for you,” Zhao 2 said turning up his nose.
“Um-hum, with coconut sprinkles,” his twin added while frowning. “She may even throw in something extra for us. We all smell like bison butt.”
“Yeah, we do,” Sokka said quietly as he went to the back of the shower. For the first time since being captured he took his time and washed until he felt clean. When he returned to the front of the room and the fully dressed twins were patiently waiting on him.
“Chu-Hua said to leave our dirty clothes in here. She was going to send someone to burn them. You can put these on. My dumb little brother actually thought we were going go traipsing around naked. I don’t mind but after what happened this afternoon I’m afraid Bong Cha might kick me. I’m not a Firebender. I don’t need anybody drawing sparks on my ass,” Zhao 1 said handing a fresh prisoner’s uniform to Sokka.

Katara and Zuko remained on deck after the twins had taken Sokka. Mu had come out to check on Appa and she wanted to know how he was doing. Mu explained that parasite eggs had been found in some of the hay. One of his subordinates had burned all of the hay and he had given laxatives to all of the animals who may have eaten it. The eggs hatched into crawfish-worms that ate an animal from the inside out. Today was simply Appa’s turn. He had four stomachs so it was safe to assume they had not reached the level of digestion required to hatch.
Katara corrected him, “Mu, Appa has six stomachs.”
“Six? The bison has six stomachs? But I only gave him a strong enough dose for four! Even with the salty water you’ve been giving him he’s going to have to have more of it!” Mu groaned.
He had stepped away from Appa’s backside but was not completely in the safe zone when the medicine once more took effect. Katara called water from the ocean and formed an ice wall to protect herself. Zuko and the others who had been sent out to help Appa jumped behind her but Mu was not so lucky. Everything that hit her wall flowed back in his direction soaking everything from his knees down. Katara was able to form pillars of ice and slant them towards his body so he did not fall as she bent Appa’s waste away from him and washed his clothing. After it had been pushed into the ocean and he was no longer in danger of falling she called more fresh water from the ocean and washed him.
“Thank you very much Lady Katara. As refreshing as that was, I must go take a proper bath,” Mu said calmly before walking away from her and removing his shoes.
He had barely taken ten steps when Chu-hua came running from the bridge, “You will not be taking that below deck my ship. Halt and spread your legs.”
Like a good soldier Mu obeyed. The admiral circled him warily then extended a flame from her finger. She circled him once more and burned the fabric off. Chu-hua looked down at his feet, “You have three days to get those shoes in smellable condition or they will be burned as well. They must remain on deck until they pass my inspection.”
Mu removed his shoes and placed them in a life raft before heading to the lower levels.

Sokka stepped around to the next row of showers to change. If the twins wanted to do anything to him they would have done it by now. He was pulling on the shirt when someone began knocking at the door. His heart began racing thinking it was a ploy to get him to shower so they could take advantage of him until they screamed, “Go away. This shower is reserved. You do not have an invitation.”
“Open this door or I will tell your mother and older sisters what really happened to...”
Sokka recognized that voice. He peered around the corner to see both behemoths tripping over themselves to snatch it open. He ducked back around the corner and hid his face in the robe so they wouldn’t see him laughing. Mu had stepped into the room barefoot and missing most of his pants. Unlike Sokka, the Zhao twins freely laughed.
“I thought you had sworn to never show those scrawny things again after we met up at the beach during your honeymoon,” Zhao 1 howled while pointing at his friend.
“You’re right,” Zhao 2 sputtered, “What did his beloved wife call him again?”
Mu frowned and lifted his hands in an obscene gesture when both twins squealed, “Giraffe-flamingo!”
Sokka peeped out from around the corner. Mu’s upper body was still in full uniform and it added bulk to his torso. His pants had been destroyed close to the same level as his shirt hem and his long thin legs poked from beneath them. He really did look like a giraffe-flamingo during the spring mating season when their pink feathers took on a more reddish hue.
This time Mu noticed the fourth person in the room. He glared at Sokka, “I suppose you think this is funny too?”
Sokka didn’t even bother trying to keep a straight face. He managed to get out a high pitched “Yes” in the midst of doubling over with laughter.

After Mu and Sokka had left Katara desalinated more water and ask Zuko to warm it. She was careful to think only clean thoughts so she wouldn’t reveal her healing abilities to everyone on deck as she washed Appa. As soon as he was clean Appa used the restroom again. Katara was able to shield herself and the others were far away this time.
Katara bent away most of the waste overboard then got an idea. She waited until Zuko got closer to her and pretended to lose her footing. She called his name then spoke in her own language as she used her fake fall to disguise her bending, “Zuko, you’re full of it!”
Zuko had been calling her name as he ran to catch her and barely managed to close his mouth before the excrement hit him.
Unlike Mu who was left with some dignity, Zuko was forced to burn off his royal garments before being allowed to go below deck. Katara had done a thorough job of using the action of trying to catch herself to bend it inside his clothing. Even his royal loincloth had odorous brown spots.

Sokka heard laughter coming from the hallway before he heard the loud banging on the door right before the fireball blew it off the hinges. Everyone watched stunned as Zuko stomped in and turned on the water at the closest shower. He closed his eyes and let the water wash the manure from his hair and face. Katara had bent water over Mu but had been too busy laughing to do so for him. Zuko tried to suppress his anger at having shit bent at him by focusing on how hard she had hit the deck. She wouldn’t have done that to herself if she was only trying to humiliate him.
Once Zuko’s face was visible and the water no longer ran brown Mu asked, “What happened to you? You were behind Lady Katara’s ice shield?”
“The bison got sick again. Katara was bending it away when she fell,” Zuko growled as Zhao 1 threw a bar of soap his direction.
This time Sokka didn’t bother covering his mouth to laugh. That was his sister alright, good ole clumsy Katara. Each year during hunting season she got a serious case of the fumble feet. Somehow she managed to bend urine from bladders they were piercing or waste from intestines they were cleaning onto someone she swore didn’t like her. He figured Zuko had at least two more times to get it.
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