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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 189
Zhao 2 repeatedly banged his head on a rock he’d pulled from the ground. Zuko and his brother were wrestling. In the mud. Naked. Their alcohol soaked brains had somehow reasoned that would prevent Chu-hua from punishing Jianguo for dirtying his uniform and Katara from doing the same to Zuko. Apparently her brother had not been exaggerating when he said his sister was bossy particularly when it came to laundry and Zuko had no desire for a repeat performance of his earlier scolding. He was seeing stars by the time the two filthy drunkards plopped down beside him in their formerly pristine clothes. He wasn’t sure it was because the moon was high in the sky or if he’d succeeded in giving himself a concussion.
“I know Katara hates me, but I don’t know if she hates me, hates me, hates me or haaates me,” Zuko whined.
“What difference does it make if she hates you? I mean can understand if she hates you, hates you, or haaates you but if she only hates you that means you still have chance.”
The sober member of their party began searching for the rock he discarded earlier. He wasn’t sure if he’d spent too much time with Mai or if he had actually managed to give himself brain damage since their conversation actually made sense. He placed the rock beneath his head to use as a pillow. The uncomfortable position would help him to remember this wasn’t the time to laugh at them; that would come when they were hungover tomorrow.
“I killed our baby. I love her so much but I killed our baby and she may never have another one. I’ll be happy as long as I have Katara but I can tell she’s the type of person that was meant to have children. I always thought people had kids just to fulfill a duty. I didn’t wasn’t looking forward to producing a monster like Azula but I don’t think our son would have been like that,” Zuko’s voice trailed off. He rolled over onto his stomach to hide his face by placing it in the box formed when he crossed his forearms, “He seems really nice. I would have enjoyed being his dad. I would have been his Uncle Iroh and he would have been my Lu Ten.”
“How do you know he would have been nice? Or that he would have been a he?” Zhao 1 asked petting the one clean spot that remained on Zuko’s head.
“I see him. He comes to visit me sometimes. He’s about this tall,” Zuko said raising his hand to the height of a toddler, “I know he’s mine because looks like me but he has Katara’s nose, hair, and her blue eyes. Sometimes he just looks at me and doesn’t say anything; others he smiles at me and crawls into my lap. It’s rare but he talks to me. He tells me don’t be sad, the timing is not right but when it is he’s coming back. She’ll never forgive me for that. I’ll never forgive myself for that, but he seems to be okay with it.”
“Do you know why the coastal mountains in Earth Kingdom are so many different sizes?” Zhao 1 quietly asked.
He ignored the way Zuko grunted when he rolled over to put his head on the prince’s back as he settled to lay crossways with his feet propped up on his twin before he continued speaking, “Hou-T’u is not one of the first spirits. He is a child of the sun and ocean. Like all boys he wanted to test strength against his father’s but he wasn’t sure which of the spirits he came from was male so he tried them both at the same time. He created mountains that pushed back the ocean as tried to block out the sun. His first few attempts never made past sea level. He was too young.”
“The wind spirit Vayu simply told him it was not time. Every few centuries Hou-T’u would try again. The last ones to be created are the mountains are in the north close to the territories that used to belong to the Air Nomads. I’ve heard that when you stand on the highest peak that you can see the rings of Ba Sing Se. Those with exceptional vision are rumored to be able to see the King’s palace. He made those when he reached full strength and maturity.”
“So he had to grow up?” Zhao 2 asked teasing his twin.
Zuko ignored them and mumbled, “I’m almost grown but Katara’s not there yet. She’s fourteen. She has at least three years before she’s a full fledged woman. Do you think we’ll have our baby then? Or she would have if I hadn’t broken her.”
Zhao 1 replied “Women carry and birth children but a first a man has to give them one. You are obviously carrying some ammunition in that cannon since you were her first man and barely a month passed before she lost your child. Imagine what you could do if you actually made the effort to give her one? Grandpa always told us that results are thoughts put into actions; so a person thinks so will they do. A person gifted with determination and self-discipline is different; so they think, so has been done. You are stubborn, determined, and don’t know how to back down. Maybe you can prove Katara isn’t barren.”
“But she’s a magic water healer,” Zuko argued. “She would have fixed herself by now if she could. Please don’t tell anybody I said that. It’s a secret. You know what would happen to her if it was discovered. She’d be taken from me and hurt over and over just for my father’s amusement. He’d burn her and see how long it took for her to fix herself and how many times she could do it.”
The injured twin raised his hand to inspect it. He wasn’t too drunk to remember that it had tingled when Katara held it and that for being stabbed by a greedy knife specialist the wound was surprisingly superficial, “I vow to always keep that secret for as long as I need to. If she’s a healer, how do you know she hasn’t already started healing herself? All living things have self-healing abilities that most of us have no knowledge or control over. She almost sank our boat when she was restrained. She was bending in her sleep and wasn’t aware of it. Do you know how freakishly strong a person has to be to do that and still maintain control? What if her body is already working to repair the damage but she doesn’t know it? All you have to do is make sure she has a steady supply of little Zukos ready to storm the fortress the moment the gates are opened.”
“I already do, but she hates me,” Zuko whined. “Uncle Iroh says that children can be created anytime two bodies are joined but it is better when the woman is willing and the parents have genuine affection. I think it’s something about spiritual acceptance and harmonious soul mingling rather than forced spiritual submission. She hates me. I love her so much and she hates me. I’d do anything to make her happy.”
“Zuke my man, I have your answer,” Zhao 1 said kicking his brother in the back as he rolled over so his face was directly over Zuko’s. “There is only one way to apologize to a woman you have wronged.”
“Yeah, but you can’t make a baby like that. It’s probably a good thing. She tastes so good I’d probably eat it without realizing I’d given it to her,” Zuko pouted paying no mind to their positions.
“No, you idiot, not like that; try keeping your face out of her pussy long enough to serenade her. Women love that. I have the perfect song.”
This time Zhao 2 didn’t even try to stop himself from laughing. Their mother was one of the few who didn’t go into the military to fulfill her civic duty. She chose the performing arts and was well on the way to becoming one of the Fire Nations most prolific opera singers when her father married her off to his most promising subordinate. He and his brother had inherited her talent but their friend, Prince Zuko, was the only person in the history of the Royal Fire Academy to have been exempted from singing the national anthem. Not to mention the very idea of his older brother giving advice about women was just wrong.

Raa.maa.daa.saa.hung: Thank you for your kind words. Zuko and Katara's relationship is slowly evolving but they are kids trapped in a world made by adults. Survival and what happens between them isn't always pretty.
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