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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 174
It was still dark when Katara woke up to feel Zuko rocking against her. Her pants were bunched around one ankle from where she’d lowered them to show him the bruises earlier. His lower half was fully clothed but the soft fabric brushing against her skin did nothing to mask his arousal. Zuko slid his hands under her thighs spreading them wider to get better access. Katara turned her head to the side letting her tears fall as Zuko rocked back onto his knees and opened his pants. He kicked them off before lowering himself back on top her and resuming his movement.
Zuko’s mouth traveled from her cheek to her collarbone before returning to her neck and leaving it covered in a different type of bruise. He worked his way up to her ear, “I know you can feel how badly I want you Katara. Do you know how easy it would be to push inside you?”
Katara stiffened, her eyelids closing tighter as she waited for the unwanted intrusion. Zuko kissed her gently on the neck, and cheek whispering, “Katara I don’t just want to feel you wrapped around me I want you to want me,” before he climbing off of her and going into the bathroom.
Katara was still curled up on her side crying when the bed dipped signaling his return. He wrapped his arms around her and spooned against her. Katara slowly relaxed when she realized there was no erection only soft lump pressed against her backside. Zuko’s voice rough as he spoke to her, “You don’t have to tell me I’m a monster. I heard it all my life. I’m not the person you think I am. If I were I wouldn’t have used my hand. I know all of this is hard on you. I’m trying to make it easier but there is only so much I can do to help you, your brother and the Avatar without being discovered.”
“I’m not asking you to change or to stop thinking for yourself. I don’t want you to be some mindless puppet. I wouldn’t feel this way about you if you weren’t stubborn, difficult, principled, caring and generous. You care too much Katara. You think about everyone around you and ignore yourself until you get pushed to the point you’re so angry you don’t think about what you’re doing and put yourself in danger,” Zuko laughed harshly at the irony of his own words, “Why isn’t Uncle here to hear me say that?”
Zuko found her left hand and brought it to his lips. “I don’t want you to stop being who you are. I only want you to help me help you. I placed this ring on your finger knowing who and what you are. I knew it would be difficult but I wasn’t expecting you to fight me every step of the way.”
Katara continued crying. Zuko wasn’t supposed to have done that. He was supposed to have raped her. As much as she wanted to she couldn’t ignore that Zuko partially spoke to the truth. He had been helping her, Aang and Sokka in some way or another from the moment they were captured. He didn’t have to take them food when they were in the palace dungeons. He didn’t have to let her see Sokka and Aang. He didn’t have to let Aang see Appa. He didn’t have to defend her from her own brother when he said she should be dead instead of their mother. He didn’t have to give her a title and his crown just to make her his plaything. He didn’t have to take a human life just because her life was in danger. He didn’t have to ask Fan for porridge just so she could have food that didn’t upset her stomach or feed it to her when she was too weak to do it herself.
She also wasn’t stupid. The day she had heard the battle and warned the Water Tribe warriors Zuko had been wearing his armor. During the raid she’d seen a Fire Nation soldier use his elbow to cave in a boy’s skull by striking him in the temple. None of her bones were broken. She’d seen his expression before everything went dark. She wasn’t completely sure he had meant to knock her unconscious but beating her had been deliberate.
Katara rolled over to face him, “Nothing that you’ve said or done changes the fact you’ve hurt me. So long as my brother and friend are safe, uninjured and well-fed I’ll honor our agreement. You can have what is between my legs, on my chest, and I’ll kiss you as much as you like. I may even feel sorry for you from time to time but that is because you are a living creature and I’m not cruel like you.”
Katara wiped the tears from her face and bended them into a small ice blade, “You can have all those unimportant things, you can even beat me if you want to but you will never have my mind or my heart. For as long as my brother and my friend are trapped and I’m whoring myself to keep them alive you can do whatever it is you want to do to me. I am a healer Zuko, I will not let you kill me and I will not let anyone else kill you. You will die slowly and painfully at by han,d that is my right for all that you’ve put me through.”
Zuko lay still as she placed the blade over his heart and moved it diagonally towards his right hip, “When the time is right nothing will stop me from gutting you. Even if it means watching them fly off on Appa while I’m on my knees dying alongside you I will gut you. I don’t care what happens to me so long as I get to kill you.”
Zuko nodded and closed his eyes as he moved closer to her. He whispered “If you want to kill me I won’t stop you Katara but first help me end the war and put Uncle Iroh on the throne.”
Katara’s eyes remained open searching for the lie in Zuko’s words. The sun rose and she still was no closer to determining if he was being honest this and all the other times he’d said something similar.

Zuko woke up just as Katara was falling asleep. He watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open. He could tell she was losing the battle each time she her eyelids parted before once again hiding her unfocused gaze behind increasingly longer blinks. He remained still until the tension left her body and her breathing grew deeper. During one of their better moments Katara had once confided that sleeping with him was like having a giant hot water skin that never got cold and it wasn’t much longer before she began scooting closer to him. Even when she was angry and afraid of him once she fell asleep all was forgotten.
He held her until he could no longer ignore the call of the sun. He gently laid her head on the pillow and tucked the covers around her to hold the heat in before slowly sliding out of the bed. He watched to make sure she was settled before reheating the unused bath water he’d asked for last night. He sank into the water, feeling it sting the abrasions on his back as it eased the sore muscles. He then pressed his knees against the side of the tub and leaned forward to dunk his head beneath the water. He repeated the process several times before realizing the water was swirling around him. He turned towards Katara. She was still sleeping but he could see her fingers moving against the pillow.
“Sleep bending. I can barely keep up when I’m awake but she’s bending in her sleep. No wonder she could open Nini and Kesuk’s vaults so easily,” Zuko murmured in amazement before coming to his senses, “I should probably get out before she drowns me.”
He dried and dressed while Katara continued to sleep. He stepped outside of the room and called for a clean tub of water as well as for Mu and the Zhao twins. He stood next to the door watching as the bathwater continued moving. He asked the two hotel employees carrying the large tub to leave it in the hallway and waited until they had left to push it inside the room. Mu and twins arrived as just as he was attempting to close the door.
He let them in the room and quietly asked, “Hey, will you three keep an eye on her? I need to go and get something to eat.”
Their heads turned to Zuko, to the sleeping Waterbender, to the moving water, to the sleeping Waterbender, to the moving water and back to Zuko. Mu spoke first, “You do realize the woman you forced into being your concubine is bending in her sleep. She almost sank the Navy’s largest ship with her hands tied behind your back now she’s bending in her sleep. I will be more than happy to procure food for the two of you but I am not staying here.”
“Me either Zuke; even if she weren’t sleep bending I’ve wrestled with her. Life with the unspeakable evil and Daddy’s little demon spawn prepared you to deal with what I’m now starting to think is a real demon. Maybe even one of the ones guiding Chief Hakoda,” Zhao 2 muttered.
“Nah it’s not that. She has to be possessed by the spirit of Fire Lady Nini. Remember that time we took a field trip to the palace and that old lady that no one else saw beckoned us down that hallway. She said our lives would be changed by the water and one day we’d see her again. The ocean killed that ass. Katara is the old lady…I mean the wonderful woman’s second coming. Ghosts are drawn to me, I’m not staying here,” the older twin said retreating from the room.
“Fine, you three bring me some food or go get Ty Lee. She finds this type of stuff fascinating,” Zuko snarled loudly.
Ty Lee showed up fifteen minutes later with riceballs, picken and vegetable stir fry. She shoved the food at him, “Mu told me to bring you this. I thought you were just being mean to Mai because you really liked Katara. I was finally starting to be okay with you breaking up with her because your aura always matches Katara’s and you seem really happy when you’re together. Why did you hit her?”
Zuko cursed softly. Ty Lee’s oldest sister was married to a man that was abusive; at least she had been until he bragged about hitting the Fire Lord’s cousin instead of referring to it as “training his wife”. He was executed for treason but their ten year marriage had given him a long time for Ty Lee to watch him hurt her sister, nephews, and nieces. He quietly attempted to justify his action, “You saw what she did Ty Lee; was I supposed to just stand by and do nothing while she warned her people?”
Ty Lee shook her head at him, “She had curled into a ball but you kept hitting and kicking her. She wasn’t fighting and she had stopped making that sound. She was begging you not to hurt her brother. You didn’t have to keep hitting her. I never thought I’d say this but I wish you were more like your father. Cousin Ozai never hurt Princess Ursa.”
Zuko set the food on the small dining table and lowered himself into one of the too hard chairs. His back was screaming at him but he ignored its protests. Pain was good; he deserved it for all he'd done to Katara.

C.G: Thank you for the feedback. The pace is what it is, this is my first story in this fandom so I’m letting the plot bunny direct the flow. As for Jin, she’s not a fan of Katara. She wants Lee and sees Katara as a traitorous man-stealer.

Raa.Maa.Daa.Saa.Hung: Now’s that what I call a username! Thank you for kind words. I’m honored you’d so far to leave feedback. This story will be completed, I just can’t say when.

Arraye: Thank you for being a constant supporter. This story won’t be abandoned.

Author’s Note: Thank you all for your patience and sorry about the gap. Me versus real life is currently at a score of 2 to 27 so I had to get away from everything for a bit and refocus. I can’t promise I’ll be able to make regular updates for a while but I will do my best. I’m going back to the old spacing format as well. I have severe migraines and the closer together format makes my eyes swim.
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