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Fuseki	By : Katalyst Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > FemmeSlash - Female/Female > Azula/Katara Views: 12157 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Pairing: Azula/Katara, some Zuko/Aang
Rating: this chapter G, further chapters up to M
Warnings: yuri, some yaoi, WIP
Disclaimer: Do not own AtLA, would cry if sued.
A/N: Still managing to maintain a decent writing pace, a fact which I’m proud of. This chapter might slow down a little, but don’t worry, the next one will be more fun.

Warning for this chapter: there is some light yaoi content. Zuko/Aang, because at the end of the day, they are my Avatar OTP.

Thank you to everyone who’s reviewed! It makes my day, honestly. Enjoy!

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The inconvenient part of waking up just before dawn every day was that your body tended to stick to that pattern no matter what. It didn’t matter – rain, shine, or even when you weren’t feeling your best and could use a few more hours to sleep off too much wine, eyes would open just as the sky transitioned from midnight to steel.
Katara nursed a cup of tea out in one of the least-traveled gardens, groggy. Practice this morning wasn’t one of her best efforts, lasting all of one form before she realized her heart wasn’t in it, a thought that alone would have made her irritable.

And, well… there was the simple fact that the thought of Azula showing up to yet another practice made her pulse race with something she would never admit was very close to panic.

She hadn’t drunk enough to forget what happened last night. At least she didn’t think she had, but kissing Azula didn’t seem like something that would really happen. So maybe it was a dream. Had to be a dream, except that it was so real and so warm and unsettlingly sensual and if she was dreaming about the psychotic ex-princess in that way then maybe she needed to go check herself into the Fire Nation Mental Health ward out in the city.

She didn’t believe that she was crazy… well, not delusional, anyway, so it must have actually happened. She frowned deeply, trying to recall details. Who had kissed whom? She was nearly certain that Azula had leaned forward first, but had she done something before that? And after… well.

Remembering made her blush, thinking of the way strong, light hands had slid down her skin, tugged at her clothes and… okay. Stop. Right. There.

This just couldn’t be happening.

It wasn’t the fact that Azula was a girl. It wasn’t unheard of in the tribes, especially during times of war. The poles weren’t exactly temperate, and sharing body heat was a natural thing to do. No one really spoke about it… but during those months where the sun never came out, well, people had to do something, right?

Gran-gran had made sure Katara got a thorough education, preparing her to eventually take over caring for their tribe. Because of that, these things weren’t exactly a mystery, even if she hadn’t ever… participated in any of them herself.

But although Azula was pretty and powerful and occasionally even interesting, she wasn’t exactly the type a strong, determined, independent waterbender should ever consider. Just the opposite, in fact – she was a scheming, arrogant, spoiled, stuck-up brat who really needed to be taught a lesson.

So. It was only the alcohol. It couldn’t – no – wouldn’t happen again. That was that.

With things decided, she sipped her tea, smiling a bit. Iroh was right… the jasmine was soothing her jangled nerves, even though she’d hardly done more than breathe the steam.

“You finished very early today.” The amused, (almost malicious?) voice very nearly made Katara jump, and it was only willpower and a lack of sleep that kept her from doing so.

Although the light touch on her shoulder wasn’t doing wonders for her resolve to not blush.

“I thought I’d take a break.” Damnit. Was Azula looking for her? It was hard to believe the other girl had simply wandered out here by chance.

Azula slid around her, keeping a couple fingers on her shoulder as she went to sit down next to Katara on the relatively small bench. “I see. And I was so looking forward to watching you.”

Katara buried a grimace in her tea. The princess was far too awake for how she was feeling right now. And too close for comfort. It was making her feel.. odd. She knew she was starting to flush and her breathing felt just a touch constricted. And that just served to make her angry and more flustered and she could sense that this could be bad.

“Maybe tomorrow.”

“I’ll be there at sunrise.” The smile was just a little predatory. Katara found herself catching her breath, and then the other girl was leaning in and she couldn’t breathe if she tried as fingers cupped her cheek, a thumb smoothing over her skin lightly.

“You should eat something. You’d feel better.”

Katara stared into her eyes, which seemed to be concerned now, wondering how she could change expression so quickly. She was caught up enough that it took her a second to realize that this was her out.

“Oh. Yes.” She laughed, hating that it sounded nervous as she drew away. “I’ll go do that now.”

Azula’s hand dropped to her arm, gentle pressure that kept her from standing. She blinked a bit, looking at the other girl, who was leaning in, brushing a gentle kiss over the corner of her mouth.

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The kiss was innocent as a kiss could be. The waterbender’s lips parted slightly, either in protest or response. Azula could feel the girl’s heart racing, pounding against the fingertips she kept pressed to the crook of her elbow.

She held it there, curious, wondering if the girl would take the initiative so soon, if she would lean into the kiss and turn it into something less chaste. And for a split second, she did, but then she was pulling back, clearly trembling.

Azula kept her face straight, but she couldn’t help gloating internally as she watched the waterbender go.

She looked good blushing.

Leaning back a little, she wondered if tonight would be too soon to visit her, or if she’d be better off leaving the girl to her own devices for a few days.

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Zuko traced his fingers up and down Aang’s back slowly while the younger boy slept, following the vivid blue line of his tattoos. He smiled a little, a rare expression even where Aang was concerned except in unguarded moments like these.

He should wake the boy, send him back to his rooms. They didn’t want people talking, at least not yet. Things were too unstable still. It would be an understatement to say that the Fire Nation wasn’t completely convinced that Zuko deserved to be on the throne and that the war should be abandoned.

Making public their relationship would only cement the opinion that the only reason he was on the throne was that the Avatar favored him, that he wasn’t fit to rule. It would cause problems down the line.

But it was hard to convince himself to do everything he should sometimes, especially lately. He had spent so long doing what he thought his father wanted, what he thought his uncle wanted, what he thought his people wanted… he rarely allowed himself what he wanted.

He leaned down and kissed Aang’s temple lightly, then moved to his cheekbone, the corner of his mouth. Lingered there, until he felt the other boy sigh, starting to move, and then drew back slowly, watching his lover (odd to even think those words) open his eyes slowly and break out into an easy, sleepy smile.

“Good morning.”

He realized he was still smiling at Aang and cleared his throat , forcing himself to drop it. “You should be back in your room already.”

Aang leaned up, lips brushing along his jaw slowly, and Zuko felt his resolve wavering. He frowned more. “Aang.”

“It’s late enough that it doesn’t matter.” Sometimes the Avatar was almost annoyingly convincing. “It’ll look worse if I leave now than if I leave in a couple of hours.”

Zuko frowned deeply. “You should have left three hours ago.”

Aang smiled up at him, then leaned in to nuzzle his cheek. “If you’d really wanted me to, you would’ve woken me up earlier.”

Infuriating how he could do that. A kid (not really a kid, after all, as he’d proved to Zuko on more than one occasion) shouldn’t be able to shut down his objections so effortlessly. He’d say something more but all of a sudden Aang’s mouth was on his, gentle and insistent and it felt so wonderful to be touched like that, like he was the only person that mattered in that moment.

Aang was always like that. The relationship itself had been a surprise, something that snuck up and smacked Zuko silly. He supposed he had been oblivious – self-absorbed – in the summer before and the wake of his father’s death, but thinking back on their friendship he should have anticipated the night when Aang leaned over the table and kissed him, making him realize that there were things besides duty and honor that mattered.

He slid his arms around Aang’s waist, pulling him up to him, deepening the kiss. It was always a surprise how much he needed this, how right it felt, even when nothing else felt right in his world.

Aang laughed and broke the kiss, lying back and pulling him down. “See? This is better, isn’t it?”

Zuko frowned deeply but nodded, seriously. It was better than their normal, hurried visits. Almost enough to make him not care that there would be repercussions, to want to have this every day. He sighed, pulling Aang into his arms.

“Just a little longer then.”

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Katara paced in Aang’s room, still upset and wondering where the hell her friend was. He was always back from Zuko’s by now and she needed to talk to him, desperately. He was the only one who would remotely understand, and she knew that she could count on him to be a voice of reason.

Finally, she sat down at the small desk with a groan, burying her face in her arms. She still felt awful, and half of her really just wanted to go back to bed and pull the covers up over her head and pretend that life was perfectly normal.

The door creaked and her head whipped up. Aang paused, a little awkwardly, holding a tray with some tea and fruit pastries, blinking at her comically. She didn’t give him time to do much else, getting up immediately and going to hug him tightly, immensely relieved to see him.

He juggled the tray in his hand, wavering, and she realized he was about to drop it, so she pulled away, grabbing the teapot before it spilled.

“What’s wrong?”

Perceptive as always, and she smiled at him a little. “Do you have anything you’re supposed to be doing this morning?

He shook his head, going to sit at the small eating table. “Not until the afternoon. Have you eaten?”
She went and sat across from him, sighing. “Not yet. Thank you.”

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Aang frowned a bit as they ate, listening to Katara, getting a little more worried than he had been as she told him what Azula had been doing.

It was unsettling, considering the firebender had just months ago been one of their most dangerous, dedicated enemies… a sentiment that wasn’t likely to change no matter how much leniency Zuko was showing his sister.

No, if Azula was trying to seduce Katara, she had to be up to something.

“I just don’t know what to do.” She finished, drooping a little, and Aang shook his head a little, not really sure himself.

“You said you liked the kiss, right?”

She blushed deeply. “That’s beside the point. It’s Azula.”

“Maybe it’s not though. What I mean is maybe you just.. liked the kissing? Maybe you just need to date someone?”

Katara frowned, sipping tea, clearly considering that. “But who?”

Aang shrugged. “I dunno. Are there any other girls you like? Or boys for that matter?”

She grinned. “Not since you and Zuko got serious.” It was a gentle tease, but it still made him blush furiously, laughing a bit and finding the remains of his food very interesting.

“Well, in that case, maybe it’s not such a bad idea?” He couldn’t believe he was saying that.

Neither could Katara, apparently, because when he looked up at her she was staring at him as if he’d sprouted another arrow. But he knew Katara, and he trusted her judgment.

“What I mean is, you already know better than to trust her, so maybe you shouldn’t worry so much?”

“I… guess so.” She was frowning deeply and he felt sort of bad, hating that he was clearly not helping that much.

She sipped her tea, finishing it and setting the cup down gently. “I think maybe I should go think some. Do you want me to take the tray back?”

He grinned, shaking his head. “That’s okay. And if you want to talk more later—“

Katara grinned. “I’ll come find you. Thank you.”
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