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Burning Water	By : SugarHigh900 Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 5840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Burning Water
- 2-Chapter 2
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Zuko lowered his hand as the crowd silenced and he felt the eyes of the crowd settle on him. “My heart is heavy today.” He paused in his thought, the rehearsed words catching in his throat, “Five years ago today my father was taken off the throne.” His eyes scanned the crowd, trying to judge the mood, “The fire nation was lost on a path of destruction for many years. But was finally set on the right path again.” A blur of black along the red tile roofs caught the corner of his eye, but as Zuko turned his head, there was nothing there. The guards on either side of him stood perfectly still, there was nothing spooking them. Zuko shook his head clear, trying to dislodge the ghosts of his past, “Today we are stronger than ever. Today the fire nation is a symbol of hope and change for a better future.” Zuko snapped his head to the left, there it was again! In his peripheral, a blur of black. But again, nothing was there. Feeling overly paranoid, Zuko forced himself for face back to the crowd, shifting his weight from one side to the other he continued, “As we move forward…”
A scream erupted from the crowd as the guard on his left drop dead to the ground, a knife in his chest. Zuko swung himself back around as another knife sunk into the shoulder of the guard on his right. Zuko felt the adrenaline enter his veins. The world slowed down as the second guard dropped to the ground, a masked figure dressed in black jumped over the railing of the balcony, knife in hand. With a swipe of his left hand, the mantle was loosened from his shoulders and he brought his right up to block the swipe of the knife with an arm guard. A snarl found its way onto the prince’s face as his attacker took a fighting stance. Zuko dared a glance down at the courtyard; the crowd at dispersed and was replaced small scrimmages of his royal guard and black clad assailants. His rage turned back towards to his attacker, a flame lighting in each on his inhale, “Who are you!?” The man let out a low laugh, “We’re hear to return the fire nation to its rightful ruler!”
The attacker set his blade ablaze, Zuko scoffed, “Traitor.” The man scoffed back, “You’re the traitor, Prince Zuko!” with the last insult he lunge at the prince. Zuko’s days were mostly spent in his office or in conference but whenever he could he could be found on the training grounds. His muscles remembered every second of his banishment, so when the flaming dagger came towards him, Zuko slid his foot slight out, shifted his weight to the side and grabbed the arm as it passed him, twisted his torso and landed a flaming elbow straight into the attacker’s stomach. With a hiss of burning fabric and flesh and a noiseless grunt the man fell to the ground, clutching his stomach. “Who sent you?” Zuko’s fist blazed hot with fire as he pulled it back, ready to engage his attacker further.
A whiz pulled his attention back over his shoulder as an arrow missed his ear by an inch. Three archers had taken up residence on an opposite roof, two were aiming and firing down towards his guards, one has locked on him. “Shit” Zuko ducked and rolled back toward the wall as another arrow whizzed by him, at least they were terrible at aiming. The man dressed in black took the minute to recover his breath and stood back up, retrieving his knife. Unfortunately, two more men had just reached the balcony and scaled over the edge. “Shit.” Zuko kept his face blank and his back against the wall as the three men advanced on him. Where was the rest of the Fire Nation army when you needed it? All those years it showed up so inconveniently, maybe he had fired the wrong people.
No time for regrets now, Zuko took a deep breath in and concentrated on the battle before him. Sparking his inner fire he blew a lung full of flame out at the nearest approaching figure. Using the smoke and shock he pushed himself off the wall and sprinted at the man in the middle, landing a full tackle. Rolling off the stunned attacker, he was able to catch the first assailant with a sweeping kick, knocking him to the ground. A sharp pain in his left shoulder reminded Zuko of the archer, a small flesh wound and a pink scar would be the reminder for next time. He clicked his tongue, his attendant would be angry he just ruined his best silk shirt. The second man rolled to his front and pushed himself off the ground, lunging to resume the attack. Zuko pulled his head back and out of the way just in time to catch the wrist holding the knife and twist. A small crack told him that Zuko had broken the wrist as he pulled the knife from the now limp fingers.
Zuko was in battle mode now, fighting for his life. Blood pumped in his ears, drowning out all the noises below. Both eyes scanned back and forth between the two remaining threats as he stood to face them. The third attacker had both up and lit on fire, the man Zuko faced first, still carrying his knife, lit the blade as well, “Give up Zuko, you’re out numbered, kneel and we’ll make it quick.” Zuko felt a small smirk pull on his lip, “I’ve always been out numbered.” Zuko went to take a step but found himself off balance and staggered to the side. The smirk feel from his lips as he caught himself, his vision going slightly blurry and his arm becoming very heavy, “What the hell…?”
The attackers both seemed to relax at this. “Well, well, the mighty Prince Zuko, taken down by a simple Shirshu venom dart.” Zuko’s good eye widen as his arm became so heavy they dropped to his side, his knees gave out from under him as the assailant advanced. “That’s Lord Zuko to you.” If this was the day he was to die, he would go down with his pride. The man chuckles, reaching his free hand up, he hooked a finger under his hood and removed his mask. The man was in his mid-thirties, white skinned with black eyes and pitch black hair pulled back into a pony tail. Zuko could tell his was Fire Nation nobility born just by look at his entitled smirk as he closed in on him. The other man hissed, “Jeo, we’re not supposed to take off the masks!” The first man, Jeo snapped, “I want him to see whose it is that slit his cowardly throat!”
Zuko could even muster a snarl as Jeo closed in on him, his eyes gleaming with murder and his knife flashing in the afternoon sun. “Hurry, the guard’s closing in, we’re losing ground!” Jeo crouched down and got eye level with Zuko, “Oh, I plan to.” Zuko felt the cold metal of the knife press against his throat but continued to hold his death stare. Zuko heard a whoosh and then the clatter of metal on the tiled balcony. Jeo fell back, clutching his hand and cursing over his shoulder. Zuko could see a chuck on ice lodged into the middle of Jeo’s hand which previously held the knife. Blood mixed with melting water and dripped to the ground. Jeo’s face turned even more murderous if that was possible, “YOU! Water tribe bitch, I knew you’d betray us!” Zuko followed the direction of his attacker’s gaze, standing on the balcony’s railing, dressed in black like his attackers was a woman with water swirling around her.
Her face was covered except for her eyes which were the deepest blue he couldn’t remember the last time he saw. “The great Fire Lord, reduced to a heap at the hands of hired mercenary.” He remembered the sarcasm in her voice, but it was a different timbre than he remembered, darker and more mature. The water condensed around her into sharp shards at her exhale. A quick flick of her wrist and the shards flew towards the two men, forcing them away from Zuko. Jeo was able to roll away quick enough, but the other man took a shard to the leg. He stumbled around before leaning against the wall for support. Jeo jumped to his feet. Zuko watched the air around him heat up, melting the ice in his hand and setting a foot on fire. He charged at the woman, who slid a leg out wide and pulled her arms around her, pulling water from the air and the remnants from the ground.
Freezing the water around her right arm she meet his flaming foot, holding him off. “Jeo!” The other man behind them had hobbled to the edge of the balcony and was looking over, “The gaurds are here, we have to go!” Jeo growled, “Not now!” The woman clicked at him, “Now Jeo, it’s time to run home.” Zuko watched as her left arm twirled, grapping some more water from the ground shaping it into a sharp blade. Jeo had noticed to, as her arm swung around, he disengaged, jumping back towards his comrade. The woman used this break to jump between the Fire Lord and the two attackers. “This isn’t over! I’ll have that bastards head yet!” Zuko didn’t know who he was talking about, himself or the woman now standing between them. They leaned heavily on each other as they propelled themselves off the edge.
“God, I thought they’d never leave.” Zuko’s vision began to burn red and black, his head feeling fuzzy. The woman turned on heel, hooking a thumb under her mask, she pulled it over her head, a thick braid falling free. A small smile plastered his lips as she sat in front of him, “Katara…” A smile slid onto her lips, but didn’t quite reach her eyes, “How did you know?” Her hand pull fresh water from her water skin and began to glow blue as she brought it up to his shoulder. “Pretty blue eyes…” The smile slipped from her face as her free hand came up to his forehead, “Zuko, how do you feel?” His eyelids became heavy as his ears registered the distant clanging of armor on the floors, “Woozy…” He heard her swear under her breath, “Zuko I need you to stay with me. I think there was more than Shirshu poison on that arrowhead.” At this point, Zuko had slumped all the way to the ground, as his vision tunneled black the armored boots finally came into view as his world turned completely black.
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