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Blue Mask, Two Swords, and Sozin’s Comet
Painful Recovery
By Pat Squared

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“For the hundredth time, I will chop the wood for our fire myself! Now back off.”

Zuko took a deep breath and was rewarded for his efforts by another chest spasm. He was in no shape to cut wood. However he would not give that peasant jerk the satisfaction of seeing him give up. He would never give up.

Zuko hated this new weakness. He cursed himself for not being tough enough to survive alone like he once did. However, his physical weakness was not the thing that disgusted the former Fire Nation prince.

Why did I have to fall so far?

Zuko staggered to the bamboo groove to harvest some firewood. He only had a month before he would go and face his family one final time. Once he dreamt of having his life return to the old days. He somehow believed that he would earn the love of his father. He somehow believed that he could make his mother’s sacrifice worth something. He now knew that he could never accomplish any of these goals.

Yet he had to close the circle and crave out his place in this world. Not in some fictional sense, but as the outcast hated by all. The outcast would return home one last time to set things right.

He was more than Jian Li, the legendary magician who conquered the Fire Nation Oni challenge and had spurned the next Fire Mistress.

He was more than the Blue Spirit, the oni-masked assassin, who defied both the Earth Kingdom and Fire Nation with his gift of fire and steel.

He was more than Zuko, a banished prince, who suffer because he stood up for the recruits of the 41st division.

He was the man who would die trying to destroy a mad Fire Lord and his own father.

It was time for the dying man to become something more than a mortal man for one last final act. History would forever record Zuko as the traitorous prince. History would forever damn him for betraying his own flesh and nation. History would forever record that Zuko, son of Ozai and Ursa, would die a traitor’s death.

No one would light Zuko's pyre least his crimes taint them and their offspring to the last generation. He would be condemned to having his corpse boiled in linseed oil and other preservatives. His head would be displayed along the other heads of the traitors. He would be an object lesson in loyalty for the next hundred generations. His soul would know no release. However, he still had to save the one thing he still believed in – His nation needed him to save them from a mad ruler.

Zuko inspected the blades of his twin swords. Both were forged over a century ago, they were still as lethally sharp as they were when his ancestress wielded them for the first time. He swung and the bamboo was severed.

The blades moved together as a decade of intensive training conditioned him, but not without a price. His strength and endurance was lacking. Not even a minute of minimal effort and he had to rest. The others did not bother him and that was how he liked it.

Help them. They are willing to help you. Let them help you and maybe...

Yet Zuko could not. For if he let himself truly became one of them, they would not allow him to go on the final hunt alone. The others would not allow him to achieve his purpose in this short life. They would not let him die the martyr’s death that he sought. He couldn’t let them burrow into his heart. And yet, Katara did.

He remembered the first night he slept with her with guilt.

”Katara what are you doing,” he whispered. “If your brother...”

“He is too out of it to do anything about it.”

Katara was wearing only the thinnest of cotton robes. Zuko could see her nipples.

“Agni, woman. I’m no good for you.”

Yet Katara only pushed him down into the bedroll she had made up for him.

“Please, don’t do this just because I dying. Should anything happen, I won’t be around to...”

Katara laughed. Her chuckles weren’t as light and dainty as those of the spoiled young noble brats that once vied to be his wife. It was genuine.

“I am a healer, Zuko. Child birth and fertility was part of my training. I know about sex and pregnancy. I even caught babies as they came out of their mother's womb.”

Zuko tried to scoot, but Katara leaned on him and pinned him down with her weight. If he was not weak, he could have easily picked her up off of him. Now the only part of him responding was his dishonorable member.

He dreamt of his moment many nights when he was aboard his ship. He scripted his dreams and even masturbated to the images of how she was relieved him of his virginity. However, when the moment came he hated himself.

“Katara, I can’t. I have known others. I have...”

Katara put her index finger to his lip in the universal gesture to hush up.

“When they told me that Azula had you killed, I died inside. When you left the circus, before I could say goodbye, I died inside. Without you, I can’t go on. Let us have this few nights together, let us have these few stolen moments together.

She kissed him.

“You have been a naughty boy and not getting your exercise. As your healer, I notice that you have been neglecting exercising your hips and legs. It’s my task to ensure that you are back in shape, my warrior.”

She grabbed his steaming rod a little too hard and he let out a yelp of pain.

“Sorry, I guess I got to kiss your little boo-boo to make it better.”

Katara actually slid down and kissed it like a little girl would kiss her parents on the cheek.

“Better.”

Her blue eyes shone with innocence, even though her thoughts and actions that night were not so innocent.

Zuko’s knew that he was in a lost battle. Sometimes a warrior fought not to win but to minimize the loses. If he could not stop her, he would at least try his best to ensure that she would not end up raising a child without a father to help her.

“Close your eyes Katara.”

He slid down and lick Katara’s folds. Maybe he could wear her out with pleasure before she would demand that he take her honor.

His plan like his plans to capture the Avatar did not come even close to working.

She moaned and her moisture release. The scent of her pleasure sparked his excitement. Excitement drowned out logic and all thoughts of honor.

The fluids from her pleasure box was thick. The scent was potent. Something primative told his unconscious mind that this young lady was ready to carry his child. Countless generations of instinct overwhelm his sensability.

His rod was hard.

That night he took her virginity and even repeatedly spilled his seed inside of her because he was too far lost in passion to realize that he was on the verge of releasing his seed. Fire benders did not only bend fire, but had the attributions of fire. Fire benders were temperamental, able to revive quickly from an ember to a raging inferno, and as part of the curse unable to stop burning in passion until all the fuel was consumed.

With Katara, there was more than enough passionate fuel for the couple to conceive a thousand thousand generations. His passion burned so hot that he found himself attacking her flesh, nibbling and kissing her neck and breasts so hard that there would be marks all over her flesh. Not even repeatedly spilling his seed would cause his scepter to lose its rigidity.

They lost track of how many times each one climaxed, but the sun was up long before the pair were sated long enough to come to their collective senses. Katara had the luxury of falling asleep. Zuko cursed being a fire bender as he was incapable of falling asleep in the mornings after the sun rose.

The others in the camp knew what happened. The blind girl was giggling as she whispered to Katara when the girls did their chores. Sokka glared at him all day with murderous rage muttering I will kill that fire bending bastard. Aang merely glowed red in the face every time he looked in Zuko’s or Katara’s general direction.

Katara was young, healthy, and was a goddess among mortals whose only fault was having a heart big enough to love him not matter what terrible things he did. She truly loved him unconditionally. He wanted to turn her away. He wanted to tell her that he had no future. He wanted to tell her that she needed someone who would grow old with her and be by her side until they both died in bed and are mourned by three or four generation of descendants. However, he kissed her and let his xiao didi do his thinking for him that night.

Every night thereafter, he vowed to break things up and every night, he rutted with her. Every morning, he woke up with the sun to still feel the warmth of her flesh next to his. Every morning, he woke up to have his conscience lash out at him for taking advantage of her youth and childish infatuation that love would triumph over everything.

Three lovers and he could not be loyal to anyone of them. Each he loved in his own way. Each he betrayed. Each he left behind so that he could move closer to a goal that they would never understand. They were life bringers, while all he brought to this world was pain, sorrow, misery, and death.

Women always were the ones to bring life into this twisted world. He was truly a bringer of death. He had long since lost count of how many he killed. The faces became a blur. The only one he could recall was the first person he killed. He was only twelve when he used his curse of fire to burn her...

The first human he killed was an illegitimate daughter of some nobleman. He caught her with the poisoned dagger in his hand. He remembered her screams as he lashed out with his flames. He remembered her final words before the flames and the pain of being burnt alive rendered her screams for mercy unintelligible.

Your father sent me. Your father sent me.

He didn’t believe the assassin. He didn’t want to believe that his own father sent an apprentice assassin to slay his only son and heir. Now he knew it to be the truth. He was weak. He was a young fool who could be controlled by the horns like a stubborn alpha war rhino. He didn’t learn. He didn’t learn what he had to learn, what his mother and uncle tried to teach him.

To save his people, he would have to become the man that his mother and uncle tried to teach him to be.

Honor was an illusion – an illusion that he stubbornly clung to for far too long.

He was the spawn of a line of outcasts who was fortunate to claw their way out of the brothel just because one of his ancestors happened to be in the right place at the right time. He was never intended to be a part of the world into which he was born. He tried to live up to an ideal that was only a mirage. And yet, when he discovered the lie, he could not give it up.

To preserve his honor, he had to become an outcast.

A boy grows up and leaves his mother. Then he goes on his father quest.

Zuko remembered that line from a comentary to an ancient Fire Nation tragedy. Once he didn’t understand it. Now he knew exactly what it meant. He left his childhood behind when he lit his mother’s funeral pyre. He sought his father’s love and his father cast him out. For two and a half years, he sought the avatar believing that in doing so he would earn his father’s love.

His life was all a lie.

Ozai’s salty essence might have conceived him, but Ozai was never truly his father. His father was not the man who raped his mother over eighteen years ago. His father was not the sadist who made him kiss the whip.

Iroh and the men aboard his ship were his real fathers.

Pain and suffering was his father.

The father he sought was not a person, but something beyond flesh. His father quest, ended not with being reunited with his father but with a realization that he had to transcend the hated that his father inflicted upon him.

Zuko didn’t hate his father anymore.

Hatred would only contaminate the purity required to complete his final task in this lifetime.

He would have to dispatch his father and maybe his sister. However, it would not be with anger, but a regret. A regret similar to that an animal trainer experiences when dispatching a rabid hound or a loyal war rhino with a shattered leg.

Zuko had to leave soon or risked being softened by Katara’s presence in his life. He would be dead before the falling of the snows and could not put off his final task. There was simply no time left.

Zuko had to make thing right and to do so would require him to break her heart. For the final hunt, he would have to go alone – Physically and spiritually alone. He could not afford to be unmanned by love or lust. He could not afford to be moved by emotions or passions. The only path was the path he set himself upon.

Tonight would be the last night that he would have with her. Tonight was the final moment that he would have someone who cared for him by his side.

Tomorrow, he would have to break her spirit and leave. She would hate him. She would hate the man who took her love and then scorned her. He would deliberately break the bonds of her love for him and maybe in hatred she would not feel the pain that he would feel when he left her.

That was the only hope he had left for there was no way the Avatar could master the basics of fire bending in the meager time left.

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Katara could not believe what she saw. She did not want to believe what she saw. However there was no denying what she saw.

The man she love, the man she sacrificed her virtue to...fornicate with some young red-headed ditz who fell for Jian Li.

They were both naked upon the sheets. He tasted her. He took her flesh into his mouth. He gave her his flesh as he looked at me. He actually intensified his lovemaking as I watched. He kissed her as we once kissed. He tasted her flesh as he tasted mine. He made her tremble as he once made me tremble.

It was like watching us save for it was not us. It was him with a young girl he seduced.

I couldn’t turn away. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t...I couldn’t do anything but to stand there and watch him mock what I give him.

Worse he did not even try to deny it or justify his actions. Later that night, he stung her with his words when she went to his bedroll to confront him.

“I know you saw us. I wanted you to see us. I wanted you to hear our moans of pleasure. I wanted you to remember this moment every time you close your eyes until you die! You, my water tribe bitch, never had a place in my heart.”

He smiled and laughed at my tears. He walked up and licked my tears. He then laughed.

“It was foolish what you did. What made you believe that you could seize my love? Did you believe that by spreading your legs that you could tame me? Did you believe that I would sweep you off and make you my queen like in all the children’s tales? I am not your average prince, slut. My ancestors were not all royalty. Half my mother’s ancestors were johns or pimps and the other half brothel girls. You gave up your virtue seeking love. How did you think half my ancestress’ were seduced to breed bitch? You are less than any of them...they at least got paid to carry a stranger’s seed. Here is a silver piece, wench. That is the going rate for damaged goods such as yourself.”

He slapped me.

He wrestled me to the earth and took me. There was no pleasure in this sharing of his salt and my waters.

However, despite the pain, my body betrayed me reacting like it did when what he did to me was a source of joy.

However, the blows he reigned down upon my flesh could not hurt like his taunts hurt. He made me clean him off with his mouth and spray more seed all over my face and body. It was like my body wanted more and yet I could feel the pain of everything good dying inside of me.

When he was finally sated his lust and my flesh had long since betrayed me, he tossed a small bag of silver at me.

“You are a slut. Only little horny sluts like you get wet down there when they get slapped around. You could not wait to taste my seed and your juices. You love women’s juices like many of the brothel girls in my family. You want more, slut. Beg, bitch. Beg for me to knock your fat ass up. You are a fat, stupid, illiterate bitch that is not worthy to eat my shit let alone receive my cum. You are so low that you actually enjoyed it when I took you in the ass. Tell me what you are, cum slut. Tell me what is your purpose in this life!”

“I am your cum slut. My purpose...is to serve you.” I wept as I said those words yet something broken inside of me would not let me do anything else.

Once in the North Pole, I defied him. I could not be beaten as long as the moon shone. Now it was a full moon. Yue was probably looking down at me laughing as I next to a river and powered up by the moon herself, could not bring myself to summon a single drop of water in my defense.

“Thirty one nights, thirty one silver pieces. If you have not been taking the herbs, it’s your fault if you got knocked up. Don’t expect me to support your brat. I don’t care since your brat got your polluted Water Tribe blood. Both of you are worthless to me now. Get yourself cleaned up or you won’t even get a couple cooper pieces from your next john, slut. Remember next time to collect the fee in advance. Not all johns are as kind hearted as I am and remember to pay after the deed is done. Be thankful I did not hit you in the face – I didn’t want to lower your market value.”

He laughed at my aching, sobbing body as I cried. He made me count out the silver. He made me hold it. The following morning, he forced me to spend it on travel supplies for the group so I could not throw away the coins. He turned my gift...into a commercial transaction. He turned my body into merchandise.

Katara silently looked on as Zuko slipped away from the group in the middle of the night after he took her once more and force her to utterly degrade herself. She could not understand what was wrong with her. She could not understand what it was about her that drove him away from her, that made him hurt her so. She wanted to hate him and yet she was still too stunned, too empty to hurt – too empty to hate.

Katara remembered cleaning herself after the attack. She remembered attacking her skin in a futile attempt to clean herself. However, no matter how hard she tried, she would never be clean again. She could never tell another soul about her ordeal. How could she explain it? She did not know what was so wrong with her that the one she loved would go out of his way to break her spirit.

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Thankfully, she could not see my tears.

Zuko hated himself. Yet he did what he had to do. He had to contaminate her memories of him. He had to save her. If he failed, he did not want the others to throw away their lives, or more importantly her life, to avenge him. No one could avenge him and expect to live.

Please hate me Katara, it’s the only chance you have of living. Let me know that the pain I cause you these past two nights save your life and it will be worth all the pain.

One month of rest only return a mere portion of his strength. It was not enough and yet it had to be enough. He had a final hunt. Zuko, the Blue Spirit, Jian Li – They all had an appointment with destiny.

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Toph held Katara as she cried uncontrollably.

“Aang, take Sokka with you. Get plenty of firewood and plenty of water for a bath.”

“Where’s Zuko?”

“Go!” she snapped at her husband.

Toph knew what was wrong. She knew that Zuko had crushed Katara’s heart in the worst possible way.

“Why? What’s wrong with me?”

Worse, he got Katara blaming herself for his actions. Zuko had stomped and shattered Katara’s spirit. Toph did not need eyes to see that Katara was in severe pain.

“Nothing is wrong with you. You are the best sister I could ever have.”

“Then why did Zuko...”

Four hours later, Toph knew what happened. Although Katara was still overwhelmed, Toph knew why Zuko did what he did.

However the blind earth bender could not forgive the cruelty of Zuko’s methods. When the time came to crush the Fire Nation, Toph planned to ensure that a certain banished prince would pay for what happened. And no, the boys will never know what happened.

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Jian Li stole a fishing boat and provisions for the journey back to his childhood home.

Despite two years of living on a diet of sun dried fish during his chase of the avatar, the smell sickened him, but this was the only way for him to return back home.

The young man did not bother to pray anymore for good weather as was once the custom among his crew.

The gods or oni would ensure that he would encounter storms all the way if he begged their favor and the assassin did not to risk failure before he got a chance to set things right.

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Azula looked upon the limp form that the guards were dragging up to her father’s dais. As was her usual habit, she sat in a small chair on the right hand side of the dais signifying her public role as her father’s regent. She did not need the guard to tell her that the limp form was Jian Li, the Blue Spirit and the magician-assassin that stole her heart.

“...Your highness, the local militia found this fugitive washed up on shore twenty five miles south of here. He was still alive, but according to the healers nearly drowned to death. The healers also said that he was recently wounded and is weak. Permission to execute the prisoner.”

“Permission to execute,” chanted the courtiers. Everyone seemed to enjoy the executions.

However the next Fire Lady shook her head in the negative.

“This creature is the deadliest prey in the world. Many have tried to capture and kill the legendary magician-assassin. Many have died trying to do so. It is cunning, stubborn, and is cursed with a supposedly unbreakable will. Killing it right now would be a reward for his many crimes.

“Jian Li will die when I tell it to die. Letting it die before we crack his aura of defiance would be a mercy. First, I will break its spirit and make it beg for my fire. Leave us. Guards, take this thing to the torture chambers in the Royal Wing. Have a healer do her thing to keep it alive. I want it awake after supper as I will handle the procedure myself.

“Have the treasury dispatch a senior agent and appropriate guards to pay the award to the citizens who served in the militia unit, not the just commanding officer, that found our assassin. They are the ones who would have died to seize this thing if fate was not on our side, not some fat, chair warmer.”

Azula moved unto the next order of state business seeking to clear her schedule for the next month.

Jian Li was going to give her an heir before the moon appeared in the night sky.

Azula planned to bind Jian Li to her service with her flesh and fertility.

She had the perfect drug to ensure that he would have no choice in the matter.

Between the drug and her skill in manipulating others, soon all his thoughts would center on pleasing her and sating her lusts and needs.
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