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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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Chapter 222
Zuko had a large tub empty tub, the tub of water they’d bathed in earlier and two tubs of fresh water. He knew that if he attempted to soak in the fresh water without washing Katara would yell at him. If he put her in dirty water she’d still yell. He was beginning to think his idea of creating a mini-spa for Katara would never work when he remembered she’d washed them with Waterbending earlier before they ever got in the tub. If he scooped off the soap scum, boiled what was left a few times and mixed it with fresh water it may actually be somewhat hygienic. At least more so than what he had to deal with as a fugitive.
Satisfied his idea would work he picked up the handwashing basin and began skimming the mostly clean but used water then tossed what he took away out of the window. He placed his hands in the water and increased the temperature to a slow, steady boil for ten minutes then dried them off. He put on his shirt and picked up one of Katara’s hairpins. He knew where he could find bath salts. Azula swore by them; so had their mother. He locked the door and crept down the hall to his sister’s room. He knocked loudly to see if it got the attention of anyone on the hallway. He waited a few seconds then determined the coast was clear.
He was preparing to pick the lock when the door opened. He put away the hairpin and stammered, “Um hi Ty Lee, I was wondering if I could borrow some bath salts. Not borrow I mean have, I’m sure after they are used you don’t want them back.”
“Bath salts?” Ty Lee questioned
“They don’t have to be bath salts. They could just be scented minerals for bathing,” he intoned with his voice raising several octaves at the end. He hadn’t expected them to be in the room. He planned to break in, steal what he needed from Azula’s bag and quickly run back to his room.
Ty Lee frowned, “Well you do smell bad. I don’t have any; they make my skin all itchy. Mai, can I give Zuko some of your bath salts. He smells really stinky like…”
“Ewwww!” Ty Lee shrieked when she realized what Zuko smelled like and why he was most likely asking for bath salts.
“Nevermind Mai, don’t give him anything,” she shouted to her friend before turning on her cousin, “That is mean, that is so mean. How could you ask Mai for something to give to Katara?”
Zuko saw Mai’s expression go from confused to blank when she heard Ty Lee’s accusation. Zuko defended himself not caring if the words came out angrier or louder than he intended, “I don’t want anything from Mai. I was coming down here to ask Azula. I figured she would help since she wants the whole world to know I love Katara enough to do anything for her so she can steal the throne. I guess I was wrong to think she’d be happy to know that I actually took the time and made the effort to pamper her.”
Mai had heard enough. She went to her bag and pulled out a set that Zuko had gotten for her shortly before they broke up. She pushed the unopened gift at him, “Here. I don’t really like the scent but I know you do. I was saving them for when we got back together.”
“Mai, don’t. I didn’t mean…” Zuko swore then called her name softly not sure how to respond. He knew what her lack of expression meant. He didn’t mean to upset her. “I’m sorry. They were a gift for you, you keep them.”
“Take it. Consider it a gift. I didn’t get you anything to commemorate the loss of Princess Ursa,” She lied placing the package in his arms. “Take it. I know it’s a day late but I at least want to know you’re happy today. I don’t care if it’s with her so long as today is a good day for you. I know yesterday was ruined by the battle.”
Zuko smiled and to Mai’s surprise her fiancé, still ripe with another woman’s scent, hugged her, “Thank you Mai. I don’t know what I did to deserve a friend a like you.”
Not knowing what else to do, Mai loosely wrapped her arms around him and patted his back until he let go of her. He was still smiling when he walked out of the room to go to his Waterbender. She stumbled back to her desk and picked up her calligraphy brush. She was struggling to regain her composure when Ty Lee placed her hand over hers forcing it to stop shaking.
“I’ll give it him. I know how much you wanted him to have it,” Ty Lee said referring to the framed picture carefully wrapped and packed in Mai’s bag.
The taller girl nodded. She had spent weeks at the palace snooping through Zuko’s things until she found the picture of his mother that she knew he had hidden somewhere in his room. It took just as long to search for an artist other than Yuliang who could merge the drawing of Ursa and the one of her and Zuko into one so that he stood at his current age by his mother’s side instead of hers.
In the end the uppity servant was the only one capable. She had been the one to create the drawing of Ursa and, at Zuko’s insistence, of the two of them.

Mai had swallowed her pride and asked the girl who shared Ursa’s opinion of her engagement with Zuko to create the picture. She did it, but there was one glaring difference in the artwork she created and what Mai requested of her.
Yuliang flat out refused to create a version that omitted Zuko’s scar.

Zuko was ecstatic as he carried the package back to his room. He reboiled the water for another ten minutes then used the recently washed basin to pour some into the larger tub. When the bottom was covered he mixed in a little of the oil and scented minerals remembering what the aroma therapist had said about the dangers of adding too much. He added in the rest of the hot water and some of the fresh water to cool it before testing it with his elbow.
He rearranged the privacy screens to create a barrier between the tub and the rest of the room. He used a blanket to create a canopy over the screens and secured them in place with rope tied to their ends and various pieces of furniture. He set the towels, Katara’s toiletry set, and the set he’d gotten from Mai by the tub then removed his clothing and walked back to the bed.
He pushed back the covers and lifted Katara. He took great pains not to let any part of her body come in contact with the screens, bureau or any other furniture that might startle her. Gingerly as if cradling a newborn, he stepped into the tub and lowered them into the water. Katara’s eyelids fluttered but didn’t open until Zuko began brushing her hair.
“Where are we?” she sleepily asking taking in the darkened room and the comforting sensation of being surrounded by water.
“We’re in our hotel room. Do you like this?” he asked nervously.
Katara nodded, “It feels like we’re in the spa room back at the Ursa. All I need now is Akesato, a massage and a pedicure.”
“I’ll do those things for you,” Zuko said pointing to the gift set. It included nail clippers and an exfoliation sponge.
“You don’t have to,” Katara said realizing he was probably doing it out of guilt for what he did earlier.
“I know, I want to. I like taking care of you,” Zuko explained quietly before kissing her on her forehead.
Not wanting to argue, Katara smiled, kissed his cheek, and resettled herself in his lap. She closed her eyes and laid her head on his shoulder when he began to rub her back.
Katara was almost asleep when she heard a knock at the door and Zuko call out, “Who is it?”
“It’s Ami. I have the items you asked for earlier,” the young hostess replied. She had grown up in the hotel so she knew the value of discretion when providing services for guests.
“Use your key and come in,” Zuko said as Katara shifted to move her hair from her neck.
“Are you uncomfortable?” he asked noticing the gesture.
“No, it just tickles. I need to put it up,” Katara replied as the lock turned.
Zuko reached for her toiletry set and removed a comb. He carefully removed the tangles and dried her locks then pinned it up. “Is that better?”
“Um-hum,” Katara hummed as Zuko began massaging her newly exposed shoulders and neck.
“That feels nice,” she said turning so she was straddling his lap instead of sitting sideways to give him better access.
Ami stopped. She turned from the soiled bed to the walled off area behind her. She knew the prince had asked for a very large tub and that the Waterbender was no longer in the bed but she thought she was in the bathroom. She never imagined the two of them would be in the tub together.
This was something she had not been trained to handle.
Her cheeks reddened and her eyes widened with every splash and soft sigh she heard as she imagined what they were shamelessly doing not caring that she was in the room. She reached for the bed linens intending to rip them off the bed, put on fresh ones and exit when a dark circle caught her eye. There was none of the tell-tale crust. The sheets were still wet. He had been inside her so recently they didn’t have time to fully dry.
Ami’s hands trembled as she reached for the nearest edge of the sheet and folded it inwards. She walked around the bed repeating the action until all that was left was the far corner. She kneeled on the foot of the bed and yanked. It came up easily. She angrily grabbed the edges of the balled up linen with her fingers and tossed them in the corner while fighting the urge to throw up.
Jin’s beloved Lee had done this. He had made this mess with the Waterbending slut. Ami’s stomach turned in disgust when she heard a moan from the man stealing bitch and his gravelly voice say, “I thought you would like that.”
She was about to put the clean sheets on the bed when noticed a small damp spot in the center of the mattress. She had heard enough conversations between her perverted older brother and Jin’s perverted cousin to know what that meant. The more juices, the more stains, the better the sex, the more both people liked it.
She flipped the mattress and quickly covered it. She was making her escape when the prince called her name, “Ami.”
She tamped down her fury to respond, “Yes Prince Zuko.”
“Do you mind bringing us something from the restaurant? Your mother said it was okay to do so. Dumplings, riceballs, dim sum or anything like that is okay so long as it can be easily eaten with fingers.”
“Will you ask Ming if she’ll make a pot of her calming tea for us? I know it is not on the menu but we’ll pay extra for it,” Katara added.
“Yes Prince Zuko and Lady Katara, I’ll be happy to,” she replied choking on her words wishing there was a way to add poison to the food without getting both families executed.
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