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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33555 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 142
Zuko returned to the cottage after making arrangements for someone he trusted to look after the Water Tribe boy and the Avatar. He pulled on the mask and opened the door. It wasn’t as comfortable as his blue spirit mask, but it had a softer exterior and the larger air holes made it easier to breathe. He wasn’t surprised to find Katara on the floor sleeping or that none of the food he arranged for her had been eaten. He placed a few drops of the sleeping draught between her lips to make sure she didn’t wake up then removed his mask.
The fireplace had already been prepared so he lit the wood before carrying her into the bathroom. He undressed her then pulled her to her feet and placed her arms in the manacles he’d installed in the shower then turned on the water. He always felt like a pervert when he bathed her while she was unconscious so he always soaped, rinsed, dried her then took her to the bedroom before cleaning himself.
He blindfolded her and tied her hands to the headboard before oiling her entrance, placing the rag in his mouth and crawling on top of her. She was asleep, but the aphrodisiac oil had properties that ensured her body responded to him as well as prevented her from getting pregnant. As badly as he wanted a child with her, he knew she would make good on her promise to kill both of them if she got pregnant. He could never live with himself if he lost her. After emptying himself he rolled over and turned his back to her. He cried himself to sleep just as he’d done every night since she’d called him a worthless cowardly hideous pariah pretending to be human.

Katara woke up in the middle of the night cold and hungry. She was chained to a soft horizontal surface she assumed was a bed and blindfolded, “Hello, is anyone there?”
She felt the bed shifting beneath her. “I’m hungry and it’s cold. Can I have something to eat and a blanket?”
Her hands remained bound but she heard chains rattling and the mystery man pulled her into sitting position before throwing something warm and fuzzy on her, “Thank you. My name is Katara, what is yours.”
He didn’t answer. She heard the sound of wood popping so she guessed he was stoking the fire. Shortly after that the bed dipped again and she smelled some type of food. “It smells really good, what is it?”
He didn’t answer but she felt a spoon bumping her lips. She opened her mouth and realized it was some type of soup. “It’s delicious. If you untie me and remove the blindfold I can feed myself.”
She heard something being sat down and the bed rose. She felt hands reaching behind her head to remove the blindfold. The same blank mask she’d seen in the hotel mirror and on the boat stared back at her. This time like on the boat he was also wearing black clothes.
“Thank you,” Katara said politely.
The man didn’t acknowledge her words. He freed her left hand then handed her the bowl. She thanked him again and asked where they were. He got up and gave the same note she’d found earlier that said “Welcome to your new home.”
“What city is this?” she asked trying a different tactic.
He pointed to the note.
“How long was I unconscious?” she inquired.
He shrugged.
“How long were we traveling?”
He shrugged.
“Will you show me your face?”
He shook his head.
“Are you able to talk?”
He nodded.
“Will you please talk to me?”
He shook his head.
“Why won’t you talk to me?”
There was no response this time.
“Why won’t you let me bend?” she inquired.
This time his body shook with laughter but he remained silent.
“Okay that answer is a little obvious,” she admitted, “but if you know who I am, why don’t you let me go?”
The man pointed to himself.
“What does that mean?” Katara asked.
He pointed to himself, her chains and opened his hand to show her the key before pointing to himself again.
“Because I’m yours?” she guessed.
He nodded.
“Do you intend on hurting me?”
He shook his head.
“Do you intend to sell me?”
He shook his head.
“Do you intend to use me as a whore?”
He tilted his head sideways.
“Do you intend to allow other people to use my body?” she clarified.
He shook his head.
“Do you intend to keep me for personal use?”
He nodded.
“Why do you want to keep me?”
He caressed her cheek and pointed between her legs.
“Is that the only reason?”
He shrugged.
“How long do you intend on keeping me?”
He shrugged
“Will you ever talk to me?”
He shook his head.
“What should I call you?”
He shrugged.
“Will you ever show me your face?”
He shook his head.
“Will I ever see my family?”
He nodded.
“When? When can I see my family?”
He pointed between his legs then between hers and then at her stomach and curved his hand over his to mimic a swollen belly.
“No, you can’t be serious! You’re going to keep me here until I get pregnant?” she shrieked tearfully.
He shook his head.
Katara realized what he meant. She would see her family when they created one. “But what if I don’t get pregnant? What if I can’t have kids?”
To her relief he pointed between her legs then at himself. So far even if she couldn’t bend he hadn’t hurt her. After being taken from the jail, forced into prostitution and raped by three different men in one night she’d come to realize there were things worse to being stuck with one. There were things worse than being stuck with Zuko.
She tentatively asked, “You still plan on keeping me even if I can’t have children?”
He nodded.
“You won’t sell me?”
He shook his head.
“You won’t rent me to others?”
He shook his head.
“But I have a family. I have people that love me that are looking for me. I have people that I love that I want to see again. Please don’t do this me,” Katara shrieked struggling against her chains.
He stroked her hair gently and patted her shoulder.
“At least tell me your name or where I am. Please let me see your face or tell me something,” she begged.
He shook his head.
“Why are you doing this to me? Do I know you? Why do you want to hurt me like this? Have I done something to you?” she fired off.
He got off the bed and took the bowl to the kitchen to wash it. He walked to the bathroom then came back with a warm towel and washed her face and hands. He pointed to her then back to the bathroom.
Katara nodded and he unchained her from the bed. She walked the short distance to the bathroom and closed the door. She tried to bend again and water didn’t respond to her. The tub and sink were without stoppers and the only place she could even try to drown herself was the toilet. She searched the bathroom again for weapons. The most dangerous thing it held was a bottle of shampoo.
She wasn’t lying about needing to use the bathroom; afterwards she took a long shower to think. Since she couldn’t bend she used her fingers to try and get his semen out of her. Unlike Zuko this new person gave her all the time she wanted without knocking on the door. She sat in the bathroom contemplating her options after drying off and pulling on a large white shirt.
She was in a strange place with no money, shoes or clothes and was being held captive by a man who claimed he didn’t want to hurt her only have sex and make a family. He didn’t let her see his face or speak to her so she guessed it was someone she knew. At least she hoped it was someone she knew, but no one she knew would kidnap her.
The man knew she was a Waterbender. She wouldn’t put it past some of the men from the Northern Tribe to use her as a means of getting a strong Waterbending son. At least that would explain why he wouldn’t let her bend. She settled on that theory and decided that if he wanted to hurt her he would have already done so.
She’d been in and out of consciousness for La knew how long but she was still healthy and uninjured as far as she knew. She emerged from the bathroom after easing some of her fears about her immediate safety expecting him to immediately chain her. Her disguised captor appeared to be sleeping. She placed her hands at the underside of his mask; his reached up to gently cover hers. He shook his head and sat up.
“Please can I at least see part of your face?” she asked.
He chained her to the bed and blindfolded her before giving her lips a gentle kiss. Katara tensed expecting him to do more but he lay down with his back turned to her and went back to sleep.
Katara woke up alone in bed the next morning and when she called to him he didn’t answer. Her voice was growing hoarse when she heard the door open then close, “Hello, I need to use the restroom.”
She was unchained but he left the blindfold on her then guided her to the restroom. When she came out he was wearing his mask. Katara decided to test her theory he was Water Tribe and said something in her native language. He didn’t respond. She decided to try Earth Kingdom. No acknowledgement. She said something in Fire Nation. He didn’t even flinch. When she used the common language to ask for something to eat he pointed to the kitchen and took a seat at the table then pointed to his stomach.
“You kidnap me, don’t tell me who you are and expect me to cook for you?” she asked incredulously.
He nodded.
Katara searched the cabinets and found only basic ingredients and spices from every nation, continent and island. She began chopping vegetables then turned to him, “I want meat.”
He stood beside her and unlocked the window then pointed to the geese in the yard.
“You’re kidding right? You want me to go kill it? I suppose I’ll have to pluck it too?”
He nodded and handed her a meat cleaver.
“You are aware I can use this on you?”
His body shook as though he was laughing.
“It’s not funny. I can whack you then run!” Katara protested.
The man shook his head. He placed his hand over the eyes of the mask and turned around as though he were looking for something. He pulled out both of his pockets to show they were empty. Then he pointed at Katara’s bare feet and his too large shoes, before fingering his clothes and comparing his height to hers.
“I hate you, you know that.” Katara said vehemently.
He nodded and walked outside. He wrung the neck of one of the geese then brought it in to her. He locked her in the house. She heard hammering and it grew darker. She realized he was boarding up the doors and windows.
“So you’re just going to lock me in here? Fine see if I care! You fucking coward! I thought men didn’t get any worse than Zuko but I was wrong! At least he had the guts to face me head on!” Katara continued to scream until the noise outside ceased.

MsScarletTaylor: Thank you for your feedback. None of the Ursa’s staff have done anything to Katara. They have no idea what happened to her (some of them suspect Zuko killed her).

C.G: Thank you for your feedback. Was this what you were looking for?

Arraye: Thank you for your feedback. Azula does not know where Katara is. She’s just as stumped as everyone else.

Dragonmiko: Thank you for your kind words. I’m so glad you like the story and the characterization. The spirits are really fun to write. I hope you continue to enjoy it.
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