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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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It was a tremendous undertaking for the Fire Lord to leave the capital; especially one in Ozai’s position without a trusted family member or advisor to act as regent. There were public executions of criminals, but not political prisoners. Dissidents did not need a reason to take immediate action. Executing thieves, murderers and rapists but leaving their leaders alive tended to make them quieter and more relaxed.
The families of the ministers and nobles that were to act as a ruling council had to be escorted to a secure location that only he knew. In the event he did not return the guards would massacre them or they would die a slow death of starvation because only he knew the final sequence to unlock the doors. If they did something he did not approve of burning and banishment seemed to work miracles to improve oldest sons.
He had handpicked the people selected to guard them. They were all young and ambitious or talented, jaded, and older but lacking the proper connections to have been promoted as swiftly as others whose father’s best friend’s cousin’s daughter had slept with the commander to get the job or so forth. They would be so eager for the chance to prove themselves to him their loyalty would be unquestionable. In their zeal, they might occasionally forget they were guarding nobles and yell or do something else to frighten the pampered little simpletons but such as was life. Nobles also needed to be taught the meaning of fear.
Once all of that was done Ozai strode to his dirigible surrounded only by an elite cadre of guards. Azula had the right idea. If you want to sneak up on someone you don’t announce it with a parade. Ozai smiled as he looked below and saw a Water Tribe ship being sank by one of his destroyers. He really didn’t like the idea of fishing prisoners out of the ocean but you couldn’t torture them otherwise. He went back to the book he was reading after telling the pilot to circle the ship a few times. Yuliang needed to see more of it to draw it as accurately as possible.

Admiral Chu-hua had been unprepared for the arrival of Fire Lord Ozai. She was nervous as he inspected in the ship but breathed a sigh of relief when he deemed his private vessel in good condition. Ozai had been upset by the large pile of bison shit on deck, but seeing the Water Tribe boy shoveling it pleased him immensely. Mu was promoted to Captain on the spot for his ingenious use of a prisoner and efforts to conserve Fire Nation resources.
During his inspection he saw that his daughter and her friends were training as were the sailors not eating breakfast or showering. The Ursa was a large ship so those three things were done in shifts. After consulting with Chu-hua in her private suite Ozai followed her to the bridge. Azula had finished training as was already there overseeing the day’s agenda.
She rose and bowed, “Good morning, Father. It is a pleasant surprise to see you.”
“It is nice to see you as well Azula,” Ozai replied taking a seat in the throne that overlooked the Captain’s seat and instrument panel. He finished reading the ship’s log then casually brought up the primary reason for his trip. “Azula, where is your brother?”
The princess answered carefully choosing the most effective words to irritate her father and Mai, “He is most likely playing with his little toy. It seems like he can’t bear to pull himself away from her.”
“It’s disgusting the way he grunts and screams, ‘I love you Katara’. You can barely walk down the halls without hearing it,” Azula finished. She innocently looked at her father then Mai. Both were frowning.
Ozai’s eyes narrowed. He knew exactly what Azula was insinuating. He had been the one to teach her the value of a cleverly chosen word. Iroh was helping the Avatar. It was a possibility Zuko was as well. It was doubtful. He’d seen and heard the girl screaming and fighting beneath him, but it never hurt to double check. “Perhaps I should pay my son a little visit.”
Ozai walked silently down the hall and inserted his key into Zuko’s lock. It didn’t turn. He tried again then looked closer at the doorknob; the locking cylinder had been changed, “Clever, son, clever.”
Ozai walked down the hall to Azula’s room. To his disappointment, the key slid in and turned. He returned to Zuko’s door and summoned a miniscule flame which he inserted in the key hole. The knob soon turned. Ozai grinned, having an older brother as crafty as Iroh was beneficial at the oddest times. It was the one of the reasons he had not killed him on sight when he was brought back in chains by Azula. Ozai opened the door slowly. Unlike Azula’s and several others on the ship it had been recently oiled and did not creak; another mark in Zuko’s favor. The Fire Lord winced as his nostrils detected the scent of recent sex. At least that explained why it was seven in the morning and his son was still in bed with his arms wrapped around the Waterbender using her chest as a pillow.
He was about to clear his throat to get their attention when the girls eyes opened. She tapped Zuko on his shoulder and calmly addressed him, “Good morning Fire Lord Ozai. I would bow, but as you can see I am being pinned down and unable to do so.”
Zuko yawned, “Why are you talking as though my father is here?”
“Why are you talking as though I am not?” Ozai asked with a slight edge of amusement in his voice.
Zuko’s eyes popped open and he sprung upwards. Katara was glad she’d taken the opportunity to dress and clean up after Zuko had finished with her instead of immediately falling back to sleep. Zuko had not been so prudent, “Father, what are you doing here? I mean, good morning. It is good to see you.”
Ozai turned around, “I would return the sentiment if there were less of you to see.”
Katara handed Zuko his pajama pants and he hastily dressed, “I’m decent.”
The Fire Lord turned around as the Waterbender was placing a pillow over the protrusion his son’s lap. “I see the two of you are getting along much better. The last time I paid you a morning visit that one was crying. It’s a shame. I was looking forward to a repeat performance. I do love the sight of tears.”
“I am sorry to disappoint you Fire Lord Ozai, but for the moment they have dried up. If you would have visited earlier I’m sure you would have found my misery to your liking,” Katara stated tartly as she lowered her head respectfully.
“Zuko is this true?” Ozai asked studying her. She didn’t seem to have the same underlying fear he detected at the capital but the anger remained.
Zuko tucked Katara’s hair behind her ear and kissed her cheek, “Yes, Father. My little pet hates pleasuring me.”
Katara bit her lip and turned her head slightly. Zuko had been caught off guard by Ozai’s presence. This unexpected visit was perhaps even more dangerous than when they’d been in the palace.
Ozai’s gaze fell on Zuko, “It does not look like she hates lying with you. Certain marks you bore last time are missing while there is an abundance of others. It looks as though she has claimed you even more ferociously than you’ve claimed her.”
Zuko replied, “That is precisely why she hates it.”
“That makes no sense whatsoever,” Ozai barked. He waved his hand at Zuko’s crotch, “We’ll finish this conversation after you take care of that.”
Ozai left the room and pulled the door shut behind him. Zuko looked at Katara. Her eyes were watering but the tears had not started to fall. He returned to the bed and kissed her gently then slowly began undressing her. If this was to be their last time together he wanted to make it memorable.
Ozai stepped into the hall to see Azula waiting for him, “Father, I think there is something you should listen to.”
He followed her into the room beside Zuko and sat on the freshly made bed. There were small pinholes in the wall. He frowned running his fingers over them. His daughter had gone through considerable effort to listen to her brother have sex.
“Please excuse the peasant’s stench, but you have absolutely got to see this,” Azula said as Ty Lee chi blocked the Water Tribe boy and shoved him onto the floor. The Fire Lord soon understood his Azula’s reasoning. The sounds from next door grew quite lascivious and the boy grew equally disturbed. It really was very entertaining. The Fire Lord’s mirth turned to ire at the culmination of his son’s performance.
“I love you Katara…Agni…I love you so much.”
Ozai charged out of the room and grabbed Zuko’s door handle. Then he heard it; the unmistakable sound of sobs.
Azula frowned when her father returned to the room. She was certain she would finally get her wish to be an only child when he sat down and began to listen.

Mimi Feye: Thank you for your kind words. Katara hasn’t forgiven Zuko. She’s emotionally worn out but not quite broken. After so much uncertainty Zuko is something safe and familiar to cling to. Yes, Sokka is extremely happy to see that Katara is alive and that has opened his mind tremendously.
You asked the question I was dreading! :-) Fifteen weeks have gone by; obviously the comet will come in its own sweet time.
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