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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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Katara was surprised to see that Qiaolian was not alone. Ilya, the woman who’d pledged herself to Mung after he’d saved her daughter, was with her. Qiaolian smiled and properly introduced them, “Katara this is Ilya, unfortunate mistress of that ham-faced bastard Mung. She has a daughter to think of so she does not refuse his attentions. Of course Mung’s dotage on her child is slowly changing her opinion of him.”
“Ilya this is Katara, unfortunate concubine of the Fire Nation’s half tanuki prince. She was stupid enough to invade the Fire Nation but not escape. After a time period most women would say was ridiculous she realized it would be better if she just gave into him. Not a bad plan considering her worthless two timing brother was also captured and someone has to look out for him.”
Katara and Ilya both laughed then Ilya spoke, “If those are our introductions how do you describe yourself?”
Qiaolian curtseyed and batted her eyes as she served them tea. “I am a paragon of youthful virtue who was ripped from my mother’s bosom and tossed into the evil clutches of a Fire Nation brute. Despite my naïvete and guileless nature I too spread my legs, and roll my hips to obtain the creature comforts necessary to make the dusty hellhole bearable.”
“Creature comforts? You just got a house,” Katara reminded her as she rolled her eyes at Qiaolian’s antics.
“I did too,” Ilya admitted with a blush. “Lily has her own room, so do I. I did not think that he would give me my own space but he says a happy mother is essential for a child’s happiness. I am to spend my nights with him, of course, but otherwise the room is mine. Call me a fool but I think he means it when he says he will not enter it without permission.”
“Jianjun has practically moved in here but I suppose I can bear with it since he will be leaving soon. By Hou-T’u’s dusty drawers I am somewhat afraid I will miss him. I’ve never lived alone before. I guess I’ll soon get used to it,” Qiaolian mused.
“I’d wager it won’t be long before you have a roommate, well two of them. Ming’s parents don’t seem to be very enthusiastic about her warming up to Natsumon,” Ilya commented slyly.
Katara was unsure if she was aware of what she’d said until she saw the twinkle in Ilya’s eyes as the older woman’s crow’s feet betrayed the smile hidden behind her tea cup. The Waterbender chuckled lightly, “That was a terrible joke.”
Ilya demurely replied, “Yes, well I’ve seen the two of them in the restaurant when Mung had a luncheon for his officers and their companions. Miss Ming wouldn’t sit with us but provided such diligent service. I imagine if there would have been one more ounce of moonpeach served there would have been an accident at the table. It was quite evident to all that Natsumon’s cup was well on the verge of running over. If the heated glances she stole at him were any indication I imagine it won’t be long before the cheeks she shows the word aren’t the only ones ablaze.”
Katara’s jaw dropped and Qiaolian just shook her head, “Please excuse her Katara. Ilya may look all matronly and innocent but she’s the proprietor of the most infamous bawdy house in Ba Sing Se.”
“It was my duty as a good neighbor. My establishment provided the alcohol and entertainment to loosen the pockets of my patrons and give them the inspiration they needed to ensure they also spent money next door,” Ilya explained logically.
“Her place of entertainment was next to a brothel,” Qiaolian advised.
“Yes, they were also good neighbors. They ensured the men worked up a good appetite so they visited the restaurant across the street before leaving our little part of the city. Isn’t it lovely how economics works?” Ilya commented.
“Yes, it is,” Qiaolian replied drily as she shook her head. “Isn’t it odd how the one who spent years living next to a brothel managed to get the biggest house?”
“Well there’s a reason for that. I taught the girls a few jokes and they taught me a few tricks. I dare say it pays to be a felicitous seminarian in the art of cunning linguistics as well as rather flexible. My mentors always said, ‘Aside from the thrill of a bird in the bush, a healthy cock in the hand is an opportunity never to be overlooked, treat it right and there is no limit to what it will do for you. Such beneficial birds are not meant to be simply choked or choked upon; caressing and petting them will endure them to you. Unlike wild birds it will submit itself for feasting and once treated right will be less likely to fly away. A proper gobbling will limit such flights of fancy and cannibalism, when done properly, is an excellent source of protein. Tame your wild cock properly and it will come running at the mere promise of a soft place to nest. As any bird aficionado knows how to turn a game cock into a properly glazed breast so you needn’t worry about failing mother’s nature’s test.”
Katara blushed at the number of double entendres she managed to catch in Ilya’s statements. Judging by the older woman’s innocent smile and how red Qiaolian had turned as she struggled not to spit out her teas she was certain she’d probably missed a few. The Waterbender revised her assessment. She’d probably missed several based upon Qiaolian’s abandonment of her tea.
The proper lady raised in the Upper Level of Ba Sing Se pounded on her chest with one hand and wiped tea from her chin while sputtering, “Ilya, Katara is a minor! So am I!”
“All the better. Her danna is the prince. She’s already wrung a out a home for the wretched. If she learns warble like a humming-swallow, sway like a dragonfly, and buck like flying fishopotamus while treading as lightly as a cat-owl she can get a country out of it. Your prince looks like the type enjoy having long scratches down his back. If his neck is any indication you can already suck like pentapus and have the appetite of a pygmy puma. It would be to the benefit of the world if you learned how to use it,” Ilya sagely advised.
“I am going to pretend I didn’t hear that; any of that,” Katara replied tiredly as Ilya unknowingly repeated the advice given to her by the female soldier the day after Zuko stole her virginity. Advice she was already taking to protect her brother and Aang.
After an uncomfortable moment of silence Katara asked, “Where is your daughter? This conversation isn’t fit for children.”
Qiaolian relaxed and pointed out of the window, “She’s outside with my brother and Kagome.”
“Ah yes, good thing Lily doesn’t like bugs or that would be the world’s cutest love triangle,” Ilya sighed dreamily.
“Careful. It sounds as if you’re encouraging it,” Katara cautioned.
“Absolutely!” Ilya answered wholeheartedly, “Vatu knows my dear little one won’t have this opportunity when she gets older. Raping bastard or not, Mung has already assured me Lily will be kept away from boys until he selects one to be her husband.”
“He’s going to select her husband? That’s barbaric! What girl shares her father’s taste in men?” Qiaolian shrieked in genuine horror.
That statement provided segue into a safer subject - Fire Nation customs and strange things they each had noticed. They were discussing the pointy toed boots when Lily ran in through the backdoor, “Mama, Mama, what’s for lunch? I’m hungwy?”
Ilya excused herself but Katara and Qiaolian continued to chat.

The day they left New Ursa was a bittersweet one. Katara was happy to be leaving the desert and this new Fire Nation town but she was also afraid for its people. They would be under constant threat from both the Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom. A message had arrived from the Fire Lord offering his congratulations and formal acknowledgement on the newly established city state and well wishes for Bong Cha’s continued reign. Katara did not have to make any fancy folds to see the death threat in the royal missive. Ozai was the Fire Lord but he was not the first born son, he had stolen the crown from his much loved older brother. Bong Cha, a child of Soizin, was yet another member of their bloodline whose existence could be used by the political rabble-rousers to deem his crown illegitimate. They had already begun to create shelters and fortify the cities against fire and earth attacks.
The women of the town also troubled her. Qiaolian held five parcels of land across the city and a certificate of engagement to Zhao 2 to protect her from the unwanted attentions of others but the other women inside the town remained vulnerable. Bong Cha’s laws ensured they would not be frivolously raped but otherwise offered little protection. Since the town had been founded two more groups of smugglers had been captured and the women they were transporting had been placed into a newly build barracks for government sanctioned whores. Payment had to be made to enter the building and the room each woman was assigned. The female Fire Nation officers had assigned duties as madams. They made sure the standard fee of one copper per sex act with penalties for damage beginning at one silver were strictly enforced.
Unlike before when the Pussy Garden was operating as a free for all playground instead of a gathering area for unoccupied children there was far less damage inflicted. Most of the men who liked to cause pain were being sent away. Those who remained soon learned one silver only covered vigorous missionary style vaginal fucking; more exotic positions and acts meant more work for the medics and medicine usage. Items for which they were fully charged prior to leaving the building.
Ilya was also proving to be fit to be a general’s companion. She had taken Qiaolian’s idea and created a place of peace for rape victims who had not fought or suffered physical abuse at the hands of the Fire Nation. The Earth Kingdom girl was right there were more “silent sufferers” than Katara had imagined. Ilya was also working with Mung and Bong Cha to create a set of spousal protection laws. Mung was a raping bastard but he was also a true male chauvinist who believed a real man had no need to exert their authority by hitting the women and children inside their homes. Beating female prisoners and brutally forcing your penis inside them was fine; that was war, mistreating a woman or child you were honor bound to protect was disgraceful and a sign of weak character.
His belief clashed with the idea of a man’s right to discipline and maintain those inside his home. There had been conflicts about what was considered an act of cowardice and government interference in a man’s rights from both the Earth Kingdom families who had always lived there and the newer ones formed by soldiers. Katara didn’t want to think of what it meant for the future if there were women who found little validity in laws such as a woman’s right to refuse her husband’s sexual advances and property ownership independently of their fathers, husbands and brothers.
But Katara also saw hope, Mu’s replacement had arrived. It was one of his paternal cousins and the woman was just as frightening, stubborn and independent as Mai, Ty Lee, and Azula combined but she was also infinitely kinder. She’d adopted both Balou and her mother and moved them into her home. In her spare time she taught self-defense lessons to the women and children of the town. As an army officer she felt it was part of her duty to ensure every citizen was able to do their part to protect their town.
“It will be okay, Katara. This town and its people will be okay,” Zuko said as if reading her mind.
“How can you be certain?” she asked as their convoy headed north.
“I can say it because Bong Cha enacted laws to protect them and because Mung’s daughter Lily was one of the most amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure to meet. You would have liked her Katara. I believe in him because I believe in her. I know you don’t believe me when I say Jang Hui was one of our better managed factories and its civilian casualty rates were twice as low as the other factory towns.”
Katara opened her mouth to argue but Zuko leaned forward and nuzzled her neck. His voice was tired and without humor as he explained, “My people are proud and rigid Katara. We cling to our rules and beliefs no matter how antiquated or stupid as a matter of pride and honor. The child of Fire Lord Soizin is telling them to treat the Earth people as though they were Fire Nation. They will do so because she is their closest link to Soizin the Comet Rider, only Fire Lord to share the heavens with Agni Eternal. She could tell them to put their boots on backwards and some of them would break their toes to obey her. The ones who are staying are the ones who are able to see the value in humanity in spite of the drivel taught by our nation.”
Katara sighed and leaned back against Zuko. He had finally said things she couldn’t disagree with. The people of the Fire Nation were obsessive in their belief in Soizin. They had gone further than expected following Bong Cha’s declaration that Soizin wished for his soldiers to make a home where they were. Those who had raped more than one person or were unable to accept the rights of Fire Nation citizens had been bestowed on the Earth Kingdom people were traveling in the caravan with them after being forcibly rounded up and contained by those who held strongly to her words. The Earth Kingdom citizens who requested to leave were also with them. They would be escorted to a safe point where they could separate and catch a boat to Omashu so they would arrive free of suspicion.

Azula was livid. On their way out of the city, Bong Cha, the Red Orchid of Soizin approached her brother and bowed, “I hope I live long enough to see our nation return to its true glory under your reign.”
Soizin’s lost princess lowered herself to Zuko and publically endorsed his right to the throne. There were several who would follow him based solely on her endorsement. She could no longer rely on the support of her father. Fire Lord Ozai was nothing when compared to the much rumored child of Soizin; that is if her father didn’t continue to favor her brother due to their shared possession of a penis.
It didn’t take much for Azula to realize if she wanted the throne she would have to take it by her own hand.
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