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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 251
The next day was much calmer. Zuko was still in pain but once his body had processed the previous overdoses he was able to receive pain medicine. This time he was only given light doses of euphorics which left him completely out of his mind and talkative.
Katara learned that Zuko, like most three year olds, did not know the difference between boys and girls. The first time he saw Azula’s diaper being changed he thought she was a victim of a dragonhawk - in addition to delivering messages they also carried off the genitalia of little boys who walked around with no pants on. He, being a recently potty trained concerned big brother, knew how bad it felt when you had to use the restroom and couldn’t. He snuck into the kitchen and found the necessary materials to make his little sister a new penis.
If it had not been for Lu Ten and Ozai, his mother most likely would have succeeded in punishing him. She happened to be nearby when their nanny began shrieking she should have known to keep a better eye on Zuko. Princess Ursa did not see the humor in the finding the daikon radish and turnips that had been dipped in white miso to make them stick and then flour to better match Azula’s complexion awkwardly nestled in her daughter’s diaper.
The two older males found it, along with Zuko’s reasoning, hilarious. He’d chosen such large items because he figured she really had to pee and those vegetables were yucky; there was no way the dragonhawk would come back for them. They had also been told the same story by Iroh and quite frankly compared to the things they’d done to protect their manhood Zuko had made a rather wise decision. It was certainly better than Ozai’s idea of putting snakes in your pocket to chase them away or Lu Ten’s tactic of coating his penis with hot chili sauce to burn the dragonhawk’s mouth when he tried to bite it.
She also learned that Zuko wondered what it would be like to ride on Appa. He’d been in a war balloon but it didn’t have the same sensation of riding on Grammy Nima’s swing. It was attached to the highest branch on her tallest tree and it felt like you could touch the sky when you were on it. His step-grandmother explained that his grandfather, Poppy Khan, had made it for her when she was a little girl and that she and his Grandmother Ilah used play on it all day.
Katara smiled sadly when Zuko confessed he wished he could have met his grandmother, “Grandfather Azulon only smiled at me once in his life. He said my clumsiness reminded him of her and he thought she would like me very much. It would have been nice living at home where I was liked by someone other than Lu Ten and Mom.”
She was glad he went back to sleep after revealing that. This side of Zuko was innocent and adorable; it was all too easy to see the lost frightened child surrounded by people who abused him. After what he’d already told her, she didn’t think she would be able to take learning there were more dark spots in his childhood.

Over the next few days Amayu, Toshio and Mu flitted in and out of the room bringing food and checking on the two of them. Ty Lee escorted her in the mornings and evenings to recycle the town’s water if Amayu was stuck in the infirmary. Toshio’s speech patterns were just as cold as ever but she began to notice subtle signs of warmth in the man. He would check her vitals after checking Zuko’s. He would heat more than enough water to a rolling boil knowing that by the time they left it would have cooled enough for her to bathe in. He’d left another “portable sanitation device” and several plants that produced a thick lather and pleasant scent when placed in the water and crushed between both hands. There was always fruit with the meals or groceries he delivered. When she was in the infirmary Katara erroneously had attributed the gesture to Fan.
In one of Zuko’s more lucid moments Katara apologized to Toshio while the prince was in the restroom, “I’m sorry for slamming the door in your face the other day. I misjudged you based on my time in the infirmary. Please forgive my rudeness.”
“Apology accepted. I wondered what that was all about,” Toshio admitted. He frowned. She said she had misjudged him based on her time in the infirmary. She was one of his patients. He had been courteous and respectful to her. “Miss Katara, what did I do during your time in the infirmary to give you such a low opinion of me? Was my care inadequate?”
“No, your care was fine, it’s just you were so cold. I know protocol is to notify the ship’s officers once a prisoner awakens but I had just been through the worst event in my entire life and you had me interrogated,” Katara lowered her head and bit her lip; those memories were still painful.
“I had just learned I had been pregnant, lost the child, and may never have another. Do you know what you told me?” she asked quietly.
He shook his head, “I can’t recall.”
“You told me that it was unseemly for the prince to masturbate. I have two sets of lips as the lower were unavailable I should use the upper to pleasure him. You told me to suck the penis of the man who raped and impregnated me then caused me to lose the child as it would allow me to have his seed in my belly without the worry of birthing a half-breed bastard. You made me feel worthless as if I were less than human just some thing that only existed so he’d have somewhere to stick his penis.”
Toshio gasped; he remembered saying it but they it not seem so cruel at the time. He thought he was being helpful by reminding her of her precarious position as the prince’s concubine. He had been in the Navy long enough to guess why the kind hearted boy his wife regretted not doing more for decided to take her as his concubine. He was also on the payroll of several nobles dying to know the moment the Prince lost interest in her. While he was happy to take their money he was greatly disturbed by the knowledge of what they would do to her.
It relieved him each time he saw the sheets bore signs of sexual activity. Prince Zuko hurt her but if she were given to the nobles she would be lucky to escape with such minor injuries. He bit his lips and thought of his wife wondering how much he could say without impacting her dream of opening a school, a proper school, for Fire Nation bastards in the Earth Kingdom. She had lived in the colonies briefly as a child and it dismayed her how her unacknowledged half-siblings were treated. Then there were Amayu’s constant complaints of his bedside manner. The Waterbender’s words gave credence to her claim they were inadequate.
Toshio sighed deciding to trust her somewhat after seeing how well she cared for the Prince, “Miss Katara, there are things men do to derive sexual pleasure that should not be visited upon any living thing. If the Prince had not taken interest in you there is no doubt in my mind you would have been subjected to them. He is but one boy, one brutish, hormonal, boy. If he has not done so in all this time it is unlikely he will use you in a place other than your natural opening. There are men of wealth and means who would have been given access to you who that carry drill bits for the specific purpose of creating new ones. If you were not his concubine I have no doubt you would no longer be able to walk due to the number of holes drilled into your leg muscles. As a patient in my care my first concern was your safety; you would have been taken and he would have been punished had word reached the Fire Lord that Prince Zuko was doing something as distasteful as masturbating.”
Katara’s eyes widened and she shrieked, unable to believe what she was hearing, “What?”
“Miss Katara, I have already said too much. There are greater forces than I in play here. Please be mindful of your true place as a prisoner as opposed to the precarious title of concubine Prince Zuko has given you,” Toshio explained. “Is there anything else you need before I take my leave?”
Katara shook her head in the negative. She was too upset to speak. She would have been taken and Zuko would have been punished for masturbating. Rape was fine but self-exploration was a crime? He had told her Iroh would beat him weekly for nocturnal emissions she did not want to think of what the Fire Lord would have done to his pariah of a son. Katara inhaled sharply when she realized what she was thinking. Dr. Toshio had just told her holes would have been drilled in the flesh of her legs so she could be raped in them but instead of thinking first of herself her thoughts had drifted immediately to Zuko’s fucked up childhood and potential danger to his well being.
She was still trying to determine what caused such a lack of judgment when Amayu returned that evening. She decided it was pity after watching Zuko struggle not to cry and hide his pain as Amayu debrided his injuries with a rough brush soaked in antiseptics to remove all traces of potentially damaged tissue.

Four days later Zuko was showing signs of getting stronger. He no longer needed as much pain medication; his skin was returning to its normal healthy shade of pale instead of mimicking a corpse’s pallor. He spent more time awake and sitting. A thin layer of skin now covered his wounds but his back still had the appearance of being attacked by elbow leeches plagued by confusion. He was starting to respond to Katara’s comforting gestures with affection. He would kiss her neck as he lay against it, nuzzle her face, toy with her hair, inhale her scent and sigh contentedly as he pulled her closer.
His body still had better uses for his blood than to allow him to get an erection but he took joy in pleasuring Katara. He would often suck her breasts and finger her as they held each other and kissed. Afterwards he’d cause her to blush by licking his fingers and telling her how much he had missed her taste. She would read to him and sing if they weren’t filling each other’s head with legends, myths, and stories from their childhood.
Katara found herself wishing Zuko was healthy; wanting him to get an erection, to force himself on her so she wouldn’t forget the sweet boy she was spending so much time with was the same monster who hurt her. This Zuko, the one in her arms, who smiled and thanked her and made her feel good and talked to her was the one who scared her the most. This Zuko was one she’d met under Ba Sing Se; the one she’d met before he was replaced by another. This Zuko was the one in the meadow that understood her loss. This Zuko was the one that if things were different that maybe, just maybe, if the war were over and he were not the Fire Lord’s son that perhaps it wouldn’t be difficult to truly care for.

Jasmine: Happy Belated Birthday! Isn’t it great how life sometimes gives you unexpected gifts?
No, the long wonderful reviews don’t creep me out, they feed my soul and nurture my creativity. It’s ruined canon for you – WOW!!! It’s “challenged my beliefs on so many different aspects, opened my mind, and helped me to better understand the differences between what I want to happen and what should happen” is such a profound compliment that I have no words. I am utterly speechless and blushing profusely. I could float off into the cosmos and be perfectly okay with it as long as I had my laptop to finish this story.
I am overjoyed that you like the character portrayals. Katara is the most challenging character for me to write. I want to keep her canon strength, temper, compassion and sense of whimsy but not turn her into some type of all forgiving victim. Her relationship with Zuko is a tightrope I’m treading.
Borealis has been a labor of love since NaNoWriMo 2011 and I’m still writing; to see that it has such an effect is mind blowing. I hope you continue to enjoy the story.

Kain: Understand and no worries. :-)
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