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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 173
Jin’s outlook brightened considerably. She hadn’t considered that it was all just an act the Waterbender was being forced to go along with. She discretely opened a second panel and watched as the Waterbender sat on the couch and lowered her face into her hands.
Zuko took off his shirt before going to sit beside her. Both girls covered their mouths when they saw the bruises and missing skin on his back. Zuko placed his arm around Katara, “She won’t hurt Sokka.”
Katara knocked his hand away, “You don’t know that. You’re just saying that because you want me to ‘make you happy’.”
“Katara I’m not,” Zuko asked mimicking her position then wincing as it stretched the muscles of his back. He sat back up but placed his hands on his knees to hunch slightly over. “Have you ever heard of ‘The Treatise on Mercy’?”
“What is that? A book that nobody reads because you Fire Nation bastards don’t know the meaning of the word,” Katara retorted.
“No,” Zuko sighed, “It’s a widely read book that expands on the Seven Principles of Conquest and War. The Treatise explains that absolute terror is the most beneficial feeling for a leader to instill. Kindness encourages familiarity; familiarity encourages rebellion. Rebellions cause unnecessary deaths on both sides. A benevolent reign of terror is the most merciful as most people will be afraid to rebel out of fear of what will be done to their family members in reprisal. There will always be few who do choose to rebel but they will serve as examples to others.”
“So you’re telling me I have nothing to fear because Admiral Blood is bluffing?” Katara snorted in disbelief.
“No, there is plenty to fear. In some ways Chu-hua is worse than my father. She’s ruthless and nothing will stop her from achieving her goal but unlike my father she has a set of beliefs and principles that she lives by. He’s motivated by his ego and the need to feel important and powerful. It’s likely she won’t hurt us now because she knows we are afraid. That fear benefits her as we’re more likely to be obedient and won’t cause trouble for her,” Zuko explained.
“So it that supposed to make me feel better? She threatened to poison my brother and amputate Aang but I’m supposed to believe she won’t because she knows I’m scared? That makes no sense.” Katara huffed as she stood, “I need to see Sokka. I need to know that’s he’s okay.”
“Katara you can’t,” Zuko said softly.
“Why not?”
Zuko lowered his head and shamefully reminded her of what Sokka mentioned earlier, “Because the Avatar will see you.”
“See me or my bruises? I thought you were proud of the fact you’ve beaten me. I thought wanted everyone to see the marks you left on me so they’d know I was yours to do with as you choose. ”
“No, Katara, I’m not. I never wanted that. I never wanted to do any of this to you. It was never my intention to hurt you.”
Katara stood in front of him lifted her shirt to reveal the bruises on her torso “You kicked me when I was bleeding on the ground, Zuko. I had curled into a ball and stopped fighting but you brought your fist down on me repeatedly. You wrenched my shoulder out of its socket. How can you say you never meant to hurt me?”
“I didn’t but I had to. Chu-hua would have killed you. I had to do something. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Zuko murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist and gently pressing his lips against her injuries. He held on when she tried to force his arms away and continued with his ministrations.
In spite of his injured back his arms remained firmly locked around her waist. Katara had even pressed on them in her attempts to get but it was futile. She eventually stopped struggling. “I’m not a child. Just because you kiss it, it doesn’t make the pain away.”
Zuko raised his head to look at her; there were tears in his eyes. “I know it doesn’t but that still doesn’t change the fact I want to. I wish I could undo everything that’s ever been done to hurt you; especially the things that I did. I wish the world were different and I could say that I’d never hurt you again but I can’t. As long as my father is in power and you’re a prisoner I have to do things to hurt you so others can’t do worse. I hate that.”
Zuko grew quiet then lowered his head, “Katara promise me something. Promise that if anything ever happens and I’m unable to protect you that you’ll escape. Come back for the Avatar and your brother once you’ve found help; find Uncle Iroh and the Earthbender or the other Water Tribesmen but promise me that you’ll escape.”
“You can’t help them if…” Zuko trailed off and placed a kiss over her heart before laying his head over it. “You can’t help them if the others get their hands on you. You won’t be able to help yourself. Promise me that if anything happens to me that you’ll look out for yourself? I don’t want to think about what would happen to you otherwise…”
Zuko took a deep breath, “Even when I was banished my ship was part of the Fire Nation navy. It was outdated and wasn’t equipped like a proper war vessel so we were primarily used for transport. Uncle showed me enough to make sure I knew what the war was doing to people but he tried to shield me from the really bad stuff. I still heard bits and pieces. There’s a game where they strap a prisoner to Komodo rhinos during mating season. If they survive they’ll be freed. I heard men laughing about making a woman give a blow job to a hog monkey to save the lives of her children. They raped them in front of her before setting her on fire.”
“You have a brother,” Zuko shuddered as he tightened his grip on her, “I know I would rather die that do certain things with Azula but they won’t give you that choice. You do what they say or they kill your brother. They’ll give him the same choice. If he refuses you’ll die after he’s watched them rape you. Could you do that with Sokka, Katara? Could you do the things that we do to save your brother? I don’t want you to have to be faced with those decisions. Promise me you’ll run away. That you’ll leave if anything ever happened to me.”
“I know you’re only still here for their sakes but promise me you’ll leave them behind if I’m ever unable to give you my protection. Please, Katara, please, promise me you’ll leave. That you’ll find help and come back for them,” this time when Zuko looked up tears were streaming down his face. “Promise me that if I die my sacrifice won’t be for nothing.”
Katara nodded. The idea of touching Sokka sickened her and Zuko’s last statement reminded her of what Chu-hua had said.
“Say it Katara. Say it out loud promise me that if something ever happened to me you’d run. I love you too much to even think of what could happen. Say it; promise to La or Tue or Yui or whatever spirits you believe in. Promise on your mother that you will run away if something happens and I’m unable to look out for you. Katara, please, promise me” Zuko tearfully begged.
Katara couldn’t ignore Zuko’s back; the red, blue, and purple marks stood out on his pale skin. He’d gotten those injuries protecting her. She looked down at her own mottled bruises. He’d hurt her. He’d hurt her so badly over and over but was willing to risk himself to give her protection. “I promise Zuko. I promise that if something happens to you, I’ll run away.”
The words were bitter in her mouth and relief was clear on the prince’s face. She put her hands on his shoulders and quietly asked, “Zuko why are you making me promise to leave my family when you are the only one who hurts me? Do you promise not to hit me again? Not to hurt me?”
Zuko bit his lip and thought before responding, “I do, so long as you promise not to do anything to make me hit you again.”
That statement erased the tiny iota of forgiveness Katara was starting to feel. She brought her fists down on a mark that spanned both his shoulder blades, “I’m sick of your false concern. You pretend like you have my best interest at heart but you do me worse than anyone else. Look at me Zuko! My eyes are blacked, my lips are split, and my ribs are bruised. You did that! No one else! You! If it weren’t for my cycle I know you would have raped me by now.”
“How would you have done it Zuko? Would you have thrown me in the dirt cut my clothes off and injured me in the worst way possible in front of everyone or would you have chosen mental anguish by being kind and gentle? Or would you have done both? How many times would you have violated me if it weren’t for my cycle?”
Katara pushed away from him, “You hate me Zuko. You hate me as much as I hate you. You despise me and the feeling is mutual.”
“Don’t say that Katara. I love you. You have no idea how much I care about you. It’s just you don’t get it,” Zuko yelled leaping to his feet as the tears continued to stream from his eyes. He waved his hands wildly flames coming to his fingertips unbidden, “You just don’t get it.”
“So what you plan on beating me until I do? How many blows to the head will it take before I understand Zuko? How many kicks to the side will it take before I finally bow before you? How many times will I have to spread my legs just so my brother can have clean water, fresh air, and food? How many more babies will I have to lose? That’s right there won’t be any more. I will never have children because of you!”
“Isn’t that enough? What more do you want me to give you Zuko? You have my body. You can’t have my mind too. I can’t let you change me anymore than you already have. I’m already doing things I’ve never thought I’d do. I’ve given you the means to conquer Ba Sing Se. I’ve found water so the Dai Li can build lakes for your precious land route. I’m whoring myself to you. I’ve shed tears with you, for you. I’m scared for you Zuko. I worry about you. I can’t change the way I think for you. I can’t change the way I react in certain situations. I can’t change wanting to protect my people.”
“I’m already betraying myself. I can’t betray anyone else for you. I’m not that selfish. I can’t. I can’t do this anymore, Zuko. I can’t. I’d rather die than be stuck here with you. I tried. I tried so many times. I should be dead already. Why didn’t Yue just let me die? I could be in the spirit world with Mom but instead I’m stuck here with you. You don’t even see what you are doing to me. Look at me,” Katara screamed pointing to her blackened eyes and bruised skin.
She pulled down her pants and underwear showing him the marks on her hips from how tightly he’d gripped her the last time he had sex with her and the bruises where he’d kicked her thighs. “Look at me Zuko. Look at me. Look at what you’ve done to me. What have I ever done to deserve this? What have I ever done? What did I do? Why do you think that after I let you do this to me that I will just roll over and give you my mind too?”
Zuko lunged at her pointing at his scar, “What did I ever do to deserve this? My father did this Katara for speaking up for his people. What do you think he will do to you for speaking up for yours? He likes you Katara but don’t think for one moment that he’s forgotten you are the enemy and so are your people. He did this to me, to his own son, his own flesh and blood. Do you know what Chu-hua did to hers? She castrated him. What do you think people who mutilated their own children will do to you?”
“Nevermind you already know,” Zuko said grabbing her breast and pinching her nipple while sliding the other between her legs. “Or have you forgotten that you don’t have to do anything wrong when you’ve been born with these? You know what they will do to you Katara. You only think you hate it when I touch you like this. I’m only one man. How did you feel that night in those hotels when you were blindfolded and drugged and thought you’d been sold to different men? It won’t be pretend Katara. There will be multiple men touching you, fucking you, filling you with their semen. It won’t be pretend; it will be real.”
Katara hit him but he used his weight to force her against the wall. She whimpered when Zuko pressed his fingers inside her, “This isn’t your only hole Katara. I respect you too much to ever sodomize you or force my penis into your mouth but other men won’t give you that courtesy. Why do you think so many women in the towns we invaded and servants at the palace are missing teeth?”
“Get off me you bastard!” Katara screamed swinging at him. The blows connected and Zuko roughly shoved his fingers deeper, “This place was meant to hold a man Katara, but I’ve hurt you here doing what men and women are supposed to do. The other places weren’t meant for that same purpose. Even this place doesn’t stretch and provide lubrication without patience and effort; do you think a man shoving his penis in your mouth or anus will take the time and effort to ensure he doesn’t hurt you?”
Zuko removed his hand from her breast and grabbed one of her ass cheeks then pulled to force her buttocks part. He partially withdrew the fingers lodged in her vagina then rapidly thrust them back in. Katara pushed herself to her tiptoes crying out in pain.
Zuko continued to move his fingers inside her vagina, “It hurts now but if I do this long enough you’ll start to get wet to ease my movement.” He squeezed the ass cheek he was palming, “What’s between here doesn’t do that. It bleeds. If the man is large enough or forceful enough he could kill you. You could die Katara.”
“I’ve hurt you. I’ve hurt you so many times and I’ll hurt you as many times as I need you to keep others from doing worse,” Zuko growled letting go of her derriere.
He slowly withdrew his fingers from her vagina, “You’re a prisoner Katara and I’m Fire Nation. You’ve said so many times we’re brutal monsters. You’re right. We’re all raised from infancy to do what is necessary to meet our goals. My goal is to protect you. If I hurt you to do it then so be it. I’m not the only man who will hurt you. Other men will be happy to hurt you so much worse than I ever could. They will laugh as they put burns on top of your bruises.”
Zuko once again began kissing her wounds, speaking as he moved further down her body, “I know it doesn’t change things but I cry every time I see your tears. I am so very sorry that I hurt you Katara. I want to take away all the pain I’ve ever caused. I know a kiss won’t make the pain go away or change the fact that I hurt you, but the sentiment behind each one is heartfelt.”
When he was kneeling in front of her he forced her legs apart and pressed his face between them and began to kiss her there as well. Katara hit him repeatedly in the head and grabbed his hair to pull him away from her intimate areas but he lifted her legs onto his shoulders and continued licking. His face was covered in her juices and her legs were trembling when he kissed his way back up her body.
“I love you Katara. I’m sorry for all I’ve done to you and for all I will continue to do to you.”
Katara punched him in the mouth as hard as she could. She followed that blow with two more. One struck him in the face and the other in the shoulder. He grabbed her pinning her arms against her side. He carried her to the bed and threw her down face down on it.
“Don’t Zuko don’t. I’m sorry,” Katara screamed as he landed heavily on top of her forcing her legs apart with the action.
His breathe was warm and slightly damp against her ear, “You aren’t the only one changing Katara. I barely know who I am anymore. I wasn’t lying when I said I don’t want to hurt you. I’m not going to do anything else to you tonight Katara. Go to sleep, I’m tired.”
She lay beneath him afraid that he would change his mind and rape her long after his breathing deepened and he eventually began snoring. Each time she shifted he would wake up and apologize but he didn’t move off of her. His only concession to her comfort was to give her enough room to roll over.

Author's Note: Which spacing format is more readable? The one used up until chapter 171 or this format in chapter 172 & 173?
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