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Blue Mask	By : PatPat Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality > Het- Male/Female Views: 11083 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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BLUE MASK, TWO SWORDS, AND SOZIN'S COMET
03 - THINKING OF THINGS BLUE
BY PAT SQUARED

Katara was on Appa duty for the next four hours while everyone one else slept. It was a moonless and this afternoon everyone spent hours carefully combing out the bison’s fur so that there would be no tell-tale clumps leading Azula towards them when they would later sleep.

Being the bottomless pit and hormonally active boy he was, Katara's older brother Sokka was probably dreaming of Yue holding a platter of seal jerky and blubber cakes, wearing nothing but those braids, and lying on a white bear skin making come hither motions.

Toph and Aang were asleep together under the warm blanket.

Despite acting like she was tough and independent, Toph was scared of one thing - Losing her connection to the earth. On Appa’s back, Toph was truly blind. Without someone by her side making physical contact, the blind earth bender would freak out. Knowing that Toph had issues with Katara, Aang sat next to Toph. Soon the physical contact between Aang and his earth bending instructor went beyond keeping Toph sane during the flights on Appa's back.

One afternoon, Katara had wandered gathering herbs and food and found the pair bending the universal rules on premarital relations instead of bending the earth.

Later that night Katara and Toph had to hash out their relationship.

Aang needed both of the girls to teach him how to bend. He needed to spend his time mastering the bending arts instead of settling disputes between two tweaked-off girls.

The source of the feud between the two girls was the fact that Toph was afraid that Katara was going use her position as Aang's first crush to take him away.

At first, the concept seem ridiculous to Katara.

However, Katana soon realized no matter how tough Toph acted, she needed someone who loved her.

If Toph stayed home, her parents would have eventually arranged a marriage to someone who pitied her or worse, a male gold digger after Toph’s share of Fong’s family fortune. Aang loved Toph and Toph loved him. It was a long night, but the former rivals became true friends.

Katara had to teach Toph about certain roots and their power to prevent pregnancy.

It was ironic that Katara, a virgin, had to teach a sexually experienced girl about the facts of human reproduction and how to handle the hygienic needs during Toph's first bleeding cycle. Thankfully, Toph did not miss her monthly bleeding cycle...yet. Those two were like little children let loose in a treats store with a ton of coins.

Thankfully, Toph learned not to get so distracted that someone could sneak up on her and Aang when they were keeping company.

If only they weren't so vocal. It is a wonder that Sokka has not already found out about Aang’s and Toph’s midnight bending sessions.

Katara knew that if Aang lived through his duel with Fire Lord Ozai this coming summer , Aang and Toph would end up single-handedly repopulating the Air Nomads within a few years.

Momo was probably dreaming of a buffet of bugs and sweets.

They all enjoyed their dreams except Katara and Appa who had to fly the group to the next destination.

However, Katara’s visions and dreams left her only confused and worried.

Some were of the life she had left behind when she started traveling with the Avatar.

However, her visions were twisted in some weird way from the way the events occurred in her past.

There was a common theme to the dreams.

A young sickly boy, about five years old and wearing dark, thin clothes that only accented his paleness, would stare at her with sad eyes as she and her friends were all laughing before they slid down the hills on the penguins. However, every time she approached the boy to ask him if he wanted to play, he vanished. The only sign of his presence was a small puff of steam and melted ice where he mutely stood.

The young boy would be walking besides her, his lungs fighting for the next breath. She would laugh at him and start running away from him. He would vainly try to chase her. He would fall, impale himself on upon the sharp rocks, yet the child still clawed his way through the rock shards towards her despite the blood, the pain, and the difficulty he had breathing.

She would be in the hot water springs soaking and playing with the bubbles that arose from the warm springs and the young boy would be fidgeting on the outcrop looking at her. He was afraid of her, yet yearned to be near her.

However, no matter how many times she saw his face, she could not identify the dream boy nor recall any of his facial features. All that she knew was that he was far too pale to be member of the Southern Water Tribe.

Others visions were of her travels.

These visions were nightmares.

The worst nightmares were of the time Aang’s old friend, King Bumi, encased Sokka and her in those geminite rock formations while Aang underwent Bumi’s challenges.

Since that time, Katara was never comfortable in an enclosed space were she could not see the sky. She would never be comfortable in the ice houses and huts that were home to the Southern Water Tribe. Then she knew that she would never return to the place that she called home.

Katara hated King Bumi of Omashu and deep down inside happy in a twisted way that he lost his throne to the Fire Nation.

Bumi destroyed her past in a way that not even the Fire Nation could. She could never return to her homeland. Being outside the icehouse during the night was certain death and she knew that she would die if they force her to ever sleep in one again. Only a fire bender such as Zuko could survive and that was only for a couple hours before he ran out of energy to generate his nostril fire breath.

To combat her new found fear of enclosed spaces, Katara developed the association game. She would select an object and the select a characteristic of the object. Then she would start thinking about other things that matched that characteristic.

Today, she started with the sky and its color - Blue.

Blue was the color of the old ice that floated in the sea.

Blue was the color of eyes that she sees when she looks down in the sea.

Blue were the silk robes that she dreamt of one day owning.

Blue was the word to describe how she felt while moping.

Blue was the color of the freedom that surrounded her as she travel through the sky.

One by one, Katara thought of things blue.

Then she thought of the necklace that hung around her neck.

Without it, she would have never learned how to bend like the Northern Tribe Water Masters.

Without it, Master Pakku would have not step down from the stiff neck traditions of the Northern Water Tribes and teach Katara how to water bend.

Without it, she would lose her last connections to a homeland and family members that she would never see again.

The scroll that was at her side came at a dear price.

Her first kiss was taken by her most hated foe, Prince Zuko, the son of Ozai and banished heir to the throne of the Fire Nation.

Zuko returned her mother’s necklace and she accepted it.

In the Water Tribes, merely accepting the necklace meant that a lady was betrothed to the giver.

If a boy found an engagement necklace on the ground, he brought it to the girl, laid it down, and stepped back as she retrieved it from the ground.

However, Zuko tied it around her neck like a water tribe youth would do when he presented it to for the first time to his fiancé. If her mother witnessed that moment, Katara would have died from shame.

Katara vowed that she never end up as Zuko’s lover, even if she was the last female in this world and he was the last male and the fate of humanity solely depended on her reproductive capabilities.

Yet, she could never forget that kiss.

Even though it was a peck, it inspired more feeling than the time she caught Toph and Aang tonsil licking.
Worse, she could never stop thinking about it or dreaming about that soft peck on her lip.

For a moment, her upper lip was stuck to his as he pulled away.

For a moment, she forgot that she was in the middle of a battle.

For a moment, she actually felt something that scared her.

For a moment, betraying Aang and her tribe was a definite probability, not a possibility.

For a moment, she was smitten by Zuko’s determination, his … aura as grand-grand Kanna would describe that certain something that attracted a girl to a certain boy.

For a moment, she wanted Zuko to truly take her and initiate her into womanhood.

The thought of almost finding her life-partner among the people responsible for this war and the death of her mother sickened her – And not just any person, but the son of the man responsible for her mother's death and the death of countless thousands.

Zuko was the ultimate scar-faced bully from the nation of bullies.

Zuko was the one who relentlessly chased them so that he could deliver Aang to Fire Lord Ozai.

Zuko was the one who kidnapped Aang during the battle at the North Pole.

Katara had defeated him at first.

No, the moon always defeated the sun until the dawn, then he ...

He had defeated her. Unlike others who ran away when the battle turned against him, Zuko kept up the struggle until the sun awoke his power.

He defeated her.

Zuko could have killed her, burned her, and made her tanned features black like the coal that fired the boilers of the fire nation’s ships. He could have broken the avatar's spirit by killing Aang's first crush.

No one would have been able to avenge her.

Aang, he couldn’t think of harming an animal, let alone kill a man.

Her brother Sokka would try to do it, but he would soon be ashes before he could throw that boomerang of his at the man who defeated here. Yet Sokka would still try.

Especially if he knew what was in my head. Especially that nightmare of us making little steam benders together.

She remembered the Zuko in her dreams taunting her and making her beg and plead to be taken. In her dreams, she would abase herself calling herself his cunt, his brood mare, his concubine. Katara had discovered the joys of touching herself in her secret places and the trembling that came with that guilty pleasure.

Katara wondered what her first time would be like. Yue told her about the pain and the pleasure of physically sharing one’s body. However, when Katara envisioned the act, somehow the image of the fire bender would intrude into her private thoughts.

Katara pinched herself and forced herself to think of the challenges ahead.

Zuko was nowhere near the most powerful fire bender that Katara, Sokka, and Aang encountered in their journey. There were others benders that had more raw power and talent than the banished prince.

However, Prince Zuko persistence scared her more than Fire Lord Ozai, Princess Azula, and the rest of the Fire Nation combined.

Ozai was like the sun. It was untouchable putting out heat no matter what you did.

Azula was supposedly the most powerful fire bending prodigy in the Fire Nation. However, Azula would make a brief attempt. If the princess’ plan started failing, she would merely back off and wait for another opportune moment. Zuko would not quit.

Zuko was human and yet he displayed a most inhuman level of persistence.

He was more stubborn than any legendary earth bending hero could ever aspire to be.

Zuko was more single-minded than anyone she knew.

He never quit.

He never stopped.

If everything went wrong, he kept on pushing where any other person would quit until her turned defeat into a victory or at least make them flee.

As long as he had breath or even the smallest ember of life, Zuko never stopped his efforts to hunt him.

When declared an outlaw and traitor to their nation, most banished prince's would hide in the shadows thankful to live another day without being visited by an assassin.

However Zuko was not like most princes.

Zuko was on a quest for something. For what ... Katara did not know and not knowing Zuko's current motives scared her. He was standard that she would compare her skills against. He would forever haunt her, forever be the unseen shadow that tormented her until her dying day. No enemy...no rival was so damn indestructible.

Katara would never play the association game and pick the color blue again. The color she once loved above all others was destroyed by the lips and a memory of a banished fire bending prince.

Worse yet, she could not reconcile her hated for the fire nation and the emotions generated by the young man who gave Katara her first kiss.

A child's love and hate was pure.

Her brother's and father's hated for the Fire Nation was pure.

However, Katara hated of the Fire Nation was not pure like the hatred that the other members of the Water Tribe cultivated.

Her hatred would never be pure again.

Something interfered with the clarity that she desired.

Katara’s worldview was no longer just the worldview of the Southern Water Tribe. She knew that she would never belong to that world again.

Her enemy betrayed her by not being her enemy for a moment. Her enemy betrayed her by not being born a monster, but by being human like her. He had to be decent for a moment. He had to be honorable instead of a scheming, unredeemable scoundrel. He had to be the face that she associated with a kiss that would forever haunt her even when she was as old as grandma Kanna.

Why do our enemies have to be human instead of demons?

Was Zuko the bender that Auntie Wu saw in my future?

Katara now regretted meeting Auntie Wu and hearing the prediction.

With Aang taken, who was left?

After this, Katara made a vow to join a monastery and take vows of celibacy. However, she knew that her first kiss would haunt her to her dying day.
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