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Kiss of Fire	By : Spleef Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > General Views: 75165 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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iss of Fire
Chapter 46 – Family Bonds
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Fire Lord Zuko
I was certain Katara was going to Kyoshi. Who else would she go to see but Aang? Amigaitut and An Mei would not have what she was looking for, so I had no reason to think she might go to them, or anywhere else, even the South Pole. I did not look forward to a confrontation with the Avatar, but I was prepared to fight for my woman. I huffed softly and rubbed my temples, feeling a tension headache come on. Usually, I only got these after especially grueling days in Court, but the thought of what the Avatar might say or do – and the actions that had led to Katara's flight – caused no small amount of stress. There were so many things I could have done differently. I could have told her in the beginning why I wanted her with me so badly. I could have been forthright with her when she had started asking me questions, and the whole mess wouldn't have happened, and we would still have the baby.
“Hinode!” I shouted. The girl was at the door in several moments.
“Yes, my lord?”
“Bring me a flask of wine.”
“Yes, my lord.” She quickly retreated, and I concentrated on the sound of waves lapping against the hull of the boat, feeling the brisk breeze that blew in from the window. I closed my eyes, shutting out the image of my desk and the room, taking a deep breath. I couldn't wait to have Katara with me again and put all of this behind us.
I opened my eyes when I heard Hinode return to my cabin bearing a tray with a flask of wine, a cup, and several finger-foods, including dumplings. I nodded as she set it before me, and she bowed out. Ignoring the cup, I took a swig from the bottle, relishing the burn as it trickled down my throat. Ahh. I stared ahead blankly, thinking of all the happy times that I had shared with Katara, and praying to Agni that her journey was safe. If something happened to her...
I took another long swig, trying to not think terrible thoughts. I just wanted to savor the moments I cherished with her, like waking up and having her cuddled up to me, an arm draped across my chest, or our Bending and sparring matches, or our walks in the gardens. I took another long gulp of the wine, savoring its smooth but hot flavor.
“Father?”
I looked up to see Kuzon standing in the doorway.
“What's the matter? You look sad.”
“I... miss your mother.” I admitted. He nodded and walked across the room, climbing into my lap without saying a word as he wrapped his arms around my neck. I closed my eyes and relaxed, wrapping my own arms around his little body.
“I miss Mama too. But we're going to find her, aren't we? She's in Kyoshi.”
“That's right. She'll be with us soon.”
“I'm glad you married her. She made both of us happy.”
I smiled and hugged him more tightly. If I had never found Katara, who knows how far the relationship between Kuzon and myself would have deteriorated. Sometimes I felt like such an idiot for treating him the way I had before, with detachment, afraid to show him affection. I hadn't realized that I had been treating him much like my own sire had treated me. At least I now had plenty of time to make it up to him and give Kuzon the father that he deserved.
“You make me happy too.” I reminded him. He flashed me a brilliant smile that warmed my heart. I smiled back at him before he laid his head against my chest, and I relaxed, stroking his hair. I heard him yawn suddenly, and I looked down at him.
“Tired?” I murmured. He nodded.
“Go get ready for bed, then.” I said. He glanced up at me, clearly reluctant to leave my side.
“Put on your pajamas and do the usual, and then come back, okay?” I relented. He smiled and nodded, doing just as I asked. As I sat there alone, I took several more swigs of the wine, ignoring the food on the desk. I had never been one to seek the refuge of alcohol to solve my problems like some other men did, but right now I felt the urge to drown my sorrows. I prayed to Agni for what seemed like the millionth time for Katara's safety and well-being. If I lost her again, I would surely go over the edge. No, don't think about that! I took another long swig, the bottle now nearly empty.
I had my eyes closed, and opened them when Kuzon crawled into my lap again, clad in a tunic-and-pants pajama set and a warm robe on over that. His topknot had been replaced with a simple ponytail at the base of his neck. I felt him try to tug the bottle out of my hand.
“Hmm, what are you doing?” I murmured.
“You shouldn't drink, Father.”
“Says who?” I shot back as I glanced down at him.
“Me.” He looked up at me with all seriousness, his bright golden eyes solemn as he stared into mine.
“You presume to tell the Fire Lord what to do?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I saw what happens to the noblemen when they drink too much.”
“Then perhaps you're too young to be attending these functions.” I teased, though I knew exactly what he spoke of. During proper Court functions, we did not drink, but there were banquets, parties and galas where the alcohol would flow freely, especially the annual end-of-summer festivities that celebrated the end of the War.
“No, no, no!” He pouted, and I laughed softly.
“I know it's not good to drink a lot, but right now I am feeling sad. And there's nobody else to see me drink. But I appreciate your concern.” I gently wrestled the bottle back from him, though I let him remain in my lap. I realized that all that drink and no food would leave me feeling awful in the morning, so I gestured to the plate of food.
“I know you like treats. Help yourself, and hand me one, please.” I smiled as he picked up a dumpling, gently pressing it to my lips. As I finished what remained in the bottle, Kuzon fed me several more bites, and obligingly, I allowed him to feed me.
“Are you done with drinking?” he asked quietly.
“Yes, I am. I was just having a bad day, that's all. Thank you for coming up here.” I was content to simply sit there, nibbling on a few more treats as Kuzon helped himself. The alcohol made me feel sleepy and a bit dizzy, but I was still lucid, and merely sat there, enjoying the warm haze the drink put me in. Kuzon's presence kept me connected to reality, and I rubbed his back gently.
“Time for bed.” I murmured, gently pushing him off my lap. As I rose from my seat, a wave of dizziness struck me, and I steadied myself with the chair for a moment. I felt a small hand grab mine, and I let my son lead me into the other room to the large and comfortable bed that waited for me to occupy it. A relieved groan escaped my lips as I plopped down onto the soft and thick mattress.
“Father! Are you well?” Kuzon asked, concern evident in his tone. I nodded.
“Don't worry. I've just had a long day.” Which was true. I had spent much of my day on the deck, practicing my Firebending and martial arts in an effort to distract myself from my worries. Part of that time had been spent training with Kuzon as well, and I was pleased with his progress. I actually enjoyed the play-sparring I had with him. I rolled over onto my back, letting out a heavy sigh as I tried to settle, looking around for the edge of the blanket so I could pull it over myself,. It had been a while since I felt such cool weather. To my amusement and approval, Kuzon pulled the blanket over me. To my surprise, he snuggled right under the blanket, curling up to me. I smiled faintly, in no mood to send him to his own room, and let him remain nestled in my bed.
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Katara
The next morning, a light snow was falling, so I spun around in the yard, the snowflakes twirling around me as I used my Waterbending to gather them around, much to Yoshi and Kaya's delight. I used the snowfall as an opportunity to teach them new techniques of Waterbending, to show them that they shouldn't rely on there being liquid water within easy reach. Before, I had never had anyone to Waterbend with, especially now that I lived in the heart of the Fire Nation. One hope I had for my child was to be able to teach him or her Waterbending, and when I lost the baby, these hopes had been dashed. Now I had two young Waterbenders I could teach. It was an exhilarating experience, to say the least. I reveled in the fact that I could share my Bending with someone else. And they were so excited to have a Master Waterbender staying with them and teaching them!
After lunch, I headed up to Aang's house, grateful that he hadn't come to Sokka's home to visit. When I got there, I saw several children in the yard with Aang, and saw that they were all older, ranging from approximately Kuzon's age to the onset of puberty. I ducked out of sight, watching as the Avatar worked with them on Airbending techniques, and smiled to myself at the gentle and patient way he worked with them. It was obvious that he loved and cared for them, and they enjoyed being around him. Soon enough, the kids broke up, and I thought he might be done with them, but they started playing a game that was rather reminiscent of air-ball. They lapt and bounded about, often using Airbending, much like Aang had done.
At least you're no longer the last Airbender, I thought. It was his duty, after all. I did not make my presence known, and merely leaned against a tree as I watched them play. Aang even got into the game with his children, and their laughs filled the air. This must have been what it was like at the Air Temple with Aang and his fellow acolytes over a hundred years ago. Surely Aang must be reminded of the same thing. I hope that remembering these memories were happy for him. It still amazed me that Fire Lord Sozin had tried to wipe out the entire race. Thank goodness my husband was nothing like that!
I sighed softly, thinking about the man I loved. It was hard sleeping without his warm body next to mine, and I missed the way he would sometimes wake me up in the morning with cuddling or kissing. I was eager to see Sokka, and was determined to stay a few more days, but oh, I would hasten back to Zuko. How could I not?
The family of Airbenders continued playing for what seemed like half an hour before the game ended and all the children dispersed.
“Hey!” I heard him call out. I snapped out of my reverie, staring at him as he approached. As he did, I looked up at him. It was almost hard to believe that the cute little gray-eyed boy had grown up into this tall and handsome man. Suki had said that the girls in the village sometimes flirted with him, and so did women who came along on the trading route to Kyoshi, and the women who came to visit Aang especially. He lacked Zuko's fierce regality, but it was not hard to see why any woman might be charmed by his soft face, gentle gaze, or kind expression.
What would have happened if we hadn't fought all these years ago? If Aang hadn't discovered how close Zuko and I had become, would the events of the final battle have been radically altered? Or what would have happened if Aang had been the one I loved, not Zuko?
“I was wondering when you would come.” Aang said as he draped his arm across my shoulders. “I was tempted to just go over to Suki's house. I'm happy you're here.”
“I can tell.” I murmured, ever aware of the arm that was squeezing my shoulders gently.
“How was last night? You still look a little tired.”
“I was just... nervous.” I replied truthfully.
“Hey, you don't have to be nervous around me. This is me, Katara. Your best friend.”
I smiled faintly.
“It's been a long time, Aang. Do you still feel that way? We've both grown... led different lives... I feel like a completely different person, sometimes.” I had grown up not aware of the secrets of my past. How could I not feel that way?
“There's one thing that does not change, and that's the soul. I can see it in your eyes.” His soft gaze was easy to get lost in, and I quickly looked away. I heard a quiet sigh.
“What's wrong? I'm not angry with you over what happened. I know you never wanted to hurt me. I still care about you. Don't be afraid of me. Trust me, please.”
Trust me, please. That was something Zuko had entreated of me in the past.
“It's not that. It's just... I enjoyed seeing you again and I'm happy to see you alive and well, but I can't stay. Not for long, anyway. I don't want you to place... hope on me.”
His gentle gaze lost some of its softness, and he frowned. “Why not? There's no reason for you to not stay. I'm sure Sokka will welcome you back once he returns home. Suki already does. We'll take care of you. You could even live with me. Whatever you need.”
I didn't want to tell him about Zuko. Not yet. Or anything that would make him upset. Not until after I saw Sokka again. Couldn't I have a few days of tranquility, at least? I cursed my slip of the tongue. I should have just ignored his hope comment. I stared ahead, seeing the stark sky and the ocean just beyond the cliffs.
“I don't want to talk about it.” I replied calmly. He shook his head.
“I can help you. I'll keep you safe from whatever you ran away from.”
The Avatar versus the Fire Lord, not something I wanted to see. I felt my heart thud with trepidation. Aang had already lost me once. Would he be willing to do it again, especially after knowing just who it was I had run away from? Had I inadvertently triggered what could become a messy – even deadly – conflict? I quickly rummaged around within my mind for an easy and neutral answer.
“I know I am safe with you.” I replied. This did mollify him, and his expression softened a bit. Around us, the sounds of Nature filled the silence, and I was reminded of the fact that I was alone with him. That would not do, so I gently pulled away from him, relieved to be free of his embrace. I sought the safety of a public place, even among the Air Acolytes who lived near Aang.
“Do you go into town often?” I asked as I looked up at him. He shook his head.
“I spend most of my time up here, whether by myself or with my children or acolyres. If there's anything important, then people come to me.”
“Why don't we talk a walk through town, then? I've not been around it yet, perhaps you could show me around.” I smiled at him. He glanced at me for a moment before nodding slowly.
As I thought, having people around us gave Aang a distraction. People would go up to him and greet him, ask him how he was, how were his children, and the like. I saw a healthy mix of Earth and Water people here. Most were descended from both, like Suki was. I saw a couple more of Aang's children on the way, and they greeted him as well and went to him for hugs. The Avatar did not hesitate to pull them into his arms, and I smiled at the obvious affection he had for them. At least he had this positive influence in his life, and so did his children.
I kept my distance, off to the side and slightly behind him to give him room to talk to people. I stayed out of his reach, in case he would want to hold my hand. From what I understood, every once in a while, women would come to Kyoshi to visit the Avatar for the 'honor' of helping him repopulate the Airbender race. He turned many of them away because he wanted his children to have mothers who would genuinely care for them, not the fact that they were the child of an Avatar. This meant that no man could offer their daughter to him or otherwise foist off some female relative on the mighty Avatar in an attempt to curry favor or some such. For all the offers he received, he was rather restrained. For all he had been through, his actions certainly were commendable.
I was dressed modestly, the hood of my brother's parka pulled over my head to hide my hair. Whenever Aang wasn't being approached by people, he would talk with me, and I was content to let him chatter while I asked him a question or two to keep him going. He spoke of various missions he had been on, and I noticed that not once did he mention Zuko, and only once – and only in passing – did he mention the Fire Nation at all.
Someone called out to the Avatar. It was a woman not much older than Aang, working a stall in the marketplace. On her counter was a variety of treats like cream-puffs and egg custard tarts. For some reason, the woman seemed rather familiar to me. He walked over to her, and she flashed him a grin, offering him a bundle wrapped in paper. She glanced at me for a moment with cool disdain.
“As soon as I saw you coming, I thought you might like a treat. It's on me, of course.”
“Thanks, Koko.” He stood there for a moment with the bundle in his hands.
“See anything else you might like? I've been experimenting with cinnamon and have some pastries in the stove right now.”
“Maybe later. But I appreciate it.” He bowed his head politely before turning away from her. I couldn't help but notice that his ears were a bit pink now.
“Who was that?” I asked. Koko sounded familiar, but I could not place it.
“Remember when we came to Kyoshi all these years ago and she was the one who kept following me around?” he whispered. I stared off for several moments before I quickly nodded, remembering the little girl who had kept following Aang around and had been the apparent leader of the clique of girls who always seemed to magically appear wherever he might be.
“Doesn't seem like she ever got over her crush for you.”
“Unfortunately.” he shrugged. He kept the package in his hands, and only when we left the hustle-bustle of the marketplace did he open the parcel. There were three egg-custard tarts in there, and their fresh smell wafted over to me. They did smell good. He handed me one, and I chewed on it quietly, happy for the sweet distraction.
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Aang
I had been tempted to refuse the treats, but as Avatar, I would be ungracious if I chose to reject someone's small gift. The villagers often invited me to join them at supper or offer me some of the food they had on them, and sometimes I ate with Sokka and his family. It also happened on my travels. What was more natural than people sharing food with one another? And it was one I could easily accept, unlike offerings of gold or jewels.
The treat was good. At least Koko had discovered a talent as a cook. During the busier months of the year when more traders came to Kyoshi, she would set up a larger stall and several tables. Every time she saw me, she always offered me something to eat. I avoided her as discreetly as possible, but confrontation at times were inevitable.
She had come to me several times, wanting a child. I felt no personal connection with the women who came to my bed. My body might respond to their attentions and caresses, and I would feel pleasure, but what I was doing was a duty. The act became meaningless to me without a loved one to share with. Women were supposed to come to me during their most fertile times. Koko came back to me several times, but never became pregnant.. I suspected that she came to me simply because she wanted to, not for the sole purpose of helping me repopulate the Airbenders. I started to say no, but she still approached me every now so often.
I looked down at Katara. I almost couldn't believe she really was here with me. There was no reason for her to not stay with me. She was the only one I would ever consider to be my wife. My feelings for her hadn't changed. Perhaps her being here meant that she and I were meant to be. If she hadn't died, she might have married Zuko, and then...
No. I wouldn't think about the Fire Lord. And I wouldn't tell him Katara was here. That'd be my secret.
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Katara
I used the pretense of needing to go back to Sokka's house to help Suki to excuse myself from Aang's company. I was determined to not give him any opportunity to try to get to know me intimately.
“How about after supper, then? You're not a little kid with a curfew, are you?” he asked with a smile. “The moon's almost full, and it'd be the perfect night for a walk.”
Mmm, no. I'd rather have a moonlight walk with Zuko. I had quite a few fond memories of such excursions. Zuko's pale skin was ethereal and his hair like a flowing river of darkness, the brightest of reds dimmed to a lovely burgundy tint to further accentuate his alabaster complexion. Damn. It was all too easy to recall the noble handsomeness of my husband, and the way he would gaze at me with such need and desire in these molten amber eyes of his...
I closed my eyes for a moment. As Fire Lady, it would be extremely improper for me to be alone with a man who was not my relative. I shouldn't even be with him right now, without being chaperoned by my guards!
“I shouldn't.”
“Why not? You know I would never hurt you.”
“I know. It's just... not proper.”
“Proper? You're worried about that?” He sounded incredulous, though his tone was a whisper as we strolled along the street that led to the sea. It wasn't as crowded as the marketplace, but there were still people here and there, doing chores, carrying fish, and the like.
“Old habits die hard, and times have changed. I am a lady, and must guard myself against impropriety.” I shrugged. Growing up in Omashu, without the War a constant force above our heads, had allowed me to live a very normal life, with all the rules of propriety and manners. I had a fairly wealthy father who guarded his only child as a caring father should, a refined stepmother who guided me through womanhood and the secrets that came with it, and a good education. And of course, there were all the rules and observations to follow as Fire Lady. It was absolutely important to maintain my disguise here and avoid attention whenever I could.
“You sound like a noble lady.” he replied. I shrugged.
“I grew up in different circumstances this time around, remember. My parents are well-off and genteel.”
“Do they know where you are... who you are?” he asked. I shook my head.
“Nobody except for you and Suki knows where I am. As for who...” I sighed softly and shrugged. “It's not as if I could tell anyone else, right? I'd just sound crazy.” I was determined to not lie to Aang, and found ways to omit the whole truth. Life as Fire Lady had taught me how to handle unwelcome questions.
“Did you ever remember anything about me or anyone else when you were growing up?” he asked. That was a subject that felt safe enough to discuss. I nodded slightly.
“Once in a while, I had what seemed like a daydream, only it would feel so real and vivid... faces, names, and the like. Where I was growing up, there was little to remind me of my old life.” That was true. My early years had been in the Northern Pole. Pakku was gone, and I had been too young to start lessons with Yaguda before Mother died. And by the time we had moved to Omashu, Bumi was nearing the end of his life, and I had not had the chance to meet him. It wasn't until I met Zuko that my memories became more apparent.
“Must have been different, huh?”
“Oh yeah. It wasn't perfect, but it was nice to know peace. Now that I remember my previous life, I appreciate the current state of affairs all the more. It does feel a bit confusing at times, but I've been getting used to it. I hate to say this, but I should be going. I promised Suki I'd help her.”
“Don't go yet.” His voice was pleading, and his eyes widened, making me think of little, cute twelve-year old Aang. I shook my head.
“I did tell Suki I'd be back.” I pulled away from him.
I felt safe around Suki. Her house had become a refuge for me. I just hoped that Aang wouldn't come knocking. I had thought it would be safe enough to come here. I figured that with all the children he had, he must have a wife, or a lover he cared for. There were noblemen in Sozun with several concubines and quite the litter of offspring. I was saddened that after all this time, he didn't have someone he could care about. He deserved a woman to share his home with. I could see the loneliness in his eyes. Children could be a joy to anyone. Goodness knows that Kuzon was one of the best things in my life! But the love of a son could not replace the love of my husband.
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Zuko
To be sure, I was worried about Katara and her safety and well-being. But sometimes I felt furious. That she was not accounted for, that anything could happen to her, caused me to feel helpless, much as I had felt when she had died. And that made me furious. There was nothing I hated more than not having control over a situation. I had been unable to prevent Uncle from dying, or Mother's disappearance. And when Katara had been kidnapped by Enki...
I furiously pounded the practice dummy, imagining it to be all the people that had ever hurt or insulted me... a dictatorial tutor I had in my youth, Azula, Zhao, Enki, even my own sire. And I swear to Agni, if anyone ever hurt Katara, there would be hell to pay.
I was so lost in my assault on the dummy that I barely noticed the damage I was doing to it. Different dummies served various purposes. There were those made for hand-to-hand combat, and others made with more durable material for Firebending practice. The durable canvas blackened due to the unconscious bursts of fire I was creating as I pounded it relentlessly, barely aware of anything else. I didn't register the scent of smoke until a large burst of Firebending and an angry thrust of my fist caused one of its arms to tear off.
I was definitely older and wiser, but I still had my temper. The dummy was damaged, so I unleashed my Firebending, going at it relentlessly, feeling angry bursts of heat come from my fists.
“Father?” Kuzon's small voice broke me out of my rage. I stood there for several moments, feeling light-headed as the dummy smoldered on the floor, its chest on fire. I let out a slow breath before looking over my shoulder at my son. He was leaning against the doorpost.
“What is it?” I asked with a soft hiss, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
“Why are you so angry?” He sounded timid and even a bit afraid, much as he had before Katara came to live with us. I closed my eyes for a moment, collecting myself. After I took a deep breath, I opened my eyes to look at him.
“I'm angry because I am worried about your mother.”
“Agni will keep her safe, right?” he asked. Agni hadn't kept her safe before, I thought bitterly. All these years of loneliness and yearning... Of course, I couldn't tell Kuzon that. I didn't reply, and he walked across the mat.
“Why are you so worried, Father?” he asked.
“Go work on your studies.” I replied curtly.
“But...”
“Go!” I looked away when I saw the flash of hurt in his eyes. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw him bow to me before he left.
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Katara
Another day came and went. I juggled my time between Suki, my nephew and niece, and Aang. I knew that very soon, I would have to come clean with Aang. I used my 'proper upbringing' as an excuse to avoid any situation that could lead to intimacy, such as a kiss. I carefully dodged his pointed questions while dreading the inevitable moment of truth. Should I ease him into it, or should I just be blunt?
I stood in the yard, pushing Kaya in the rope swing that her father had built for her as I heard her delighted laughs. As I heard her cries and saw the glint in her eyes, I couldn't help but imagine what my own child might be like. I hadn't expected to feel so much grief upon the loss of a child I had never seen or met.
Yoshi was fishing in the harbor with some of the other village boys. Suki was at the dojo with her students, so it was just us girls here. I was happy to take care of Kaya, and it meant that Aang couldn't catch me alone. It was a bright and sunny day, and most of the snow that had fallen the day before had melted away. The air was still crisp, and I welcomed it after experiencing two Fire Nation winters, having not seen one single flake of snow.
“Kaya! Kaya!” I heard Yoshi's excited yelling as he came up the bend in the road, his fishing pole over his shoulder. His eyes were alight with excitement, and I gently caught Kaya, slowing the swing.
“Daddy's coming! He's coming home!” The boy was beside himself with excitement, and Kaya started squealing happily. I helped her down from the swing, and she rushed towards her brother.
Sokka was coming. My heart thudded in anticipation. How would this reunion go? My first thought was to go to Suki. She had been such a wonderful friend and sister-in-law. I felt faint, and was almost certain I would collapse. Previously, the only brother I had known was a younger one who had died at a very young age. It felt weird knowing that I had an older brother, much less a sister-in-law and nephews and a niece.
I knew that souls became reincarnated. But every time we started a new life, our memories were supposed to be wiped clean. Why did I remember my old life so well? It was as if I had been Katara yesterday.
“Come with us, Yaguda!” Kaya tugged at my hand. “We always celebrate when they come home.” She smiled brightly. I smiled back. Doubtless Suki would stand at the harbor and wait to welcome Sokka with open arms. How would it be when I saw Zuko again? How I missed him.
Soon, my love. Soon. Now that Sokka was here, I could make plans to return to the Fire Nation. Perhaps Sokka could escort me there. Suki too, for the sake of propriety – let the Fire Lady not be alone with a man, especially since he was not her family – at least, in her life as Miumi. And why not bring the family along? It would be an exciting experience for the children, if their parents approved. Should I go back to Ember Island or right to Sozun?
I found myself being tugged along by Kaya as Yoshi ran to his mother's dojo. When we came to the shore, the boats were still a ways off. I felt a flutter in my heart as I saw the familiar shape of Water Tribe ships, blue sails stretched by a fair wind that blew them to us. It'd been so long since I saw Water Tribe craft, and nostalgia surged through me.
I was Fire Lady Miumi, wife of Fire Lord Zuko, but I was also Katara of the Water Tribe. After nearly two years completely immersed within the warm and posh clime of the Fire Nation Court, it stirred me to see the creations of my tribe. How could I forget ice-dodging with Sokka and Bato?
Let it not be said that the Fire Lady ever forgot her roots.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around to see Suki. She was in full Kyoshian Warrior garb, and the white paint hid the fine lines at the corners of her eyes. She looked just like she did all these years ago, her hair only slightly longer.
“Suki...” I whispered.
“It'll be okay.”
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Sokka
A trip to the Southern Water Tribe from Kyoshi actually wasn't that far, and took less than a day. This meant that for me, I could travel between the South Pole and Kyoshi easily. That was a rare situation, and I took full advantage of it. I was a lucky man. I had a beautiful wife, a loving family, a life that made me happy, and the support of my tribe and community.
I felt the sun on my face as we approached the harbor. I couldn't wait to see Suki and feel her in my arms. Nights in the South Pole are long and lonely without a warm body to cuddle up to. It was not hard to recognize her as our boats neared the shore. Even under her Kyoshian makeup, I knew her features. I could see her bright blue eyes, and the red-gold highlights as the sun shone on her hair. At her sides, I could see the small figures of my daughter and younger son. There were several other men and women, waiting for the other men with me.
I also saw Aang amidst the blue and green-clad villagers in his yellow robes, and waved to them. Docks of earth and rock had been Bended here years ago, making a good place for us to land our boats. This was a smaller harbor, set aside for Kyoshian use so that they didn't have to deal with the hustle and bustle of trade ships and the larger dockyard down the shore for these ships. I looked forward to the small gathering. Suki usually had a special dinner on the nights I came home, and I was definitely looking forward to some of her cooking.
I looked down to see Hakoda at my side. He had enjoyed his time, and spent most of his days with his grandfather and step-grandmother. When he was little, Hakoda had felt bad that he couldn't Bend, but I had shown him that anyone could do just fine without it. It was a surprise to me and Suki to have two Waterbending children, but it was also wonderful. Several Earthbenders had been born, as well. Perhaps it was the positive influence of Avatar Aang's presence. Each and every son and daughter he sired was an Airbender.
The boats pulled up to the shore and we disembarked. Yoshi and Kaya ran towards me, crying out with their arms outstretched. I grinned and fell to my knees, snatching them up in my arms and squeezing fiercely. The other men who had accompanied me found themselves being greeted similarly by loving wives or family members. If I missed my family while I was gone, well, there was the homecoming to make up for it.
o0o0o0o
Katara
I felt a sharp tug in my heart as I glanced at the visage of my brother. The cut of the jaw, the shape of the head, that wide smile... there was no mistaking that it was Sokka, but I saw so much of Dad in him as well. It was so surreal to see how all these people had aged... Zuko... Toph... Ty Lee... Jeong Jeong... Kamas... Suki... Sokka... and yet I myself wasn't much older than I had been before. What would my life have been like if I had never died? Would Kuzon have been the child of my womb?
I hung back as Sokka swept his wife into his arms, nuzzling her fiercely despite the paint on her face. When Aang came toward me, I did not flinch. It was already planned that I would give the couple some time together for their reunion. Then Suki would talk to Sokka. Suki had taken it well in Sozun when she recognized me, so I could be optimistic that my brother would be the same. As the men started unpacking the boats, Aang silently led me off. I let out my breath in a slow sigh and it felt good after having held it for so long.
“It'll be okay, Katara.” I felt his hand on my back. “He'll be so happy to see you. He took it really hard when you...”
That was not hard to imagine. I had already seen the effects of Zuko and Aang's grief over me. It truly touched me to see how much I mattered to them, and still did.
“Yes.” I nodded faintly. The bare trees loomed above our heads as I glanced down, seeing that we were in a path that ran next to the forest. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the waves lapping at the shore. This crisp air and the nearness of the ocean was so different from the manicured warmth of the Palace City..
“Since Sokka is home, you could come and stay at my house soon. There's more than enough room.” He smiled at me. I looked away.
“I can't. I'll be leaving in a few days.” My husband would be worried, and I could not let him fret over me for so long. And the longer I stayed, the more painful it would be. Aang looked distraught.
“What's the rush? Don't leave so quickly, you've only just come here...”
“I'm happy to see you, but I can't stay.”
“Why not?” he pressed, sounding almost like a little boy. I sighed quietly.
“Do you have family waiting for you?” he asked. I nodded, and his face lit up in understanding.
“Do they know you're here?”
“No.” I replied. He frowned slightly before an idea occurred to him.
“I'd be honored to meet your parents. I can send them a message, if you like. Or I can escort you back.”
I sighed softly, knowing that Father and An Mei would be shocked if I showed up at their doorstep with the Avatar in tow.
“It's not that.” I chewed the inside of my cheek as I tried to think of what to say. “I didn't come here to stay. I already have a home of my own. And a husband.”
Aang stared at me for several long moments. “And children?” he asked finally. I hesitated for a moment before nodding. A stepson who saw me as his mother and a miscarried child certainly counted for something, didn't it?
“Then why did you come?”
“I didn't realize who I really was until after I was married. For most of this life, my past life was nothing but dreams and flashes. But only recently, something happened to me... something painful, and it unlocked all the memories of my old life... I remembered what happened between us. I wanted to... apologize.”
“I accept your apology. But your husband... you didn't know who you were before you met him? Why would you run away from him?”
I didn't want to talk about the miscarriage and the events surrounding it. “He asked my father for my hand in marriage, and he agreed. I didn't tell my husband because he wouldn't want me running off.”
“Does he treat you well?” he asked. I nodded. From the slight frown I saw on his face, it wasn't the answer he had been hoping for.
“Look, I know you're happy to see me, and I'm happy to be here, but I cannot stay. I am sorry.”
“Then perhaps it would have been better if you had never come here.” he blurted out. I was so hurt and stunned that I simply turned away, walking down the path. I heard his breath catch in his throat, but he did not run after me or cry out for me. I had to fight back the urge to look over my shoulder as I felt tears come to my eyes.
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Suki
I was content to feel Sokka's arms around me as he nuzzled me. I could tell by the glint in his eyes that he intended to make sure he had a 'proper' homecoming tonight, and I was also eager for such a thing. He always made me feel beautiful, even after he saw the scars I had on my body.
I smiled as I felt the hungry growl of his stomach. He had the passion and drive of a warrior – and the appetite of one. Fortunately, Katara had helped me prepare stew for him, with stewed sea-prunes in it and thick chunks of meat. I had added a bit of spice to give the food a bit of a kick, and the smell wafted through the house, tantalizing my own appetite. I wiggled out of his embrace to check the pot, stirring the food one last time before ladling it out into the bowls. The children came and took their bowls, and I made sure to fill my husband's bowl nearly to the rim. I knew he would be asking for seconds and probably thirds nonetheless. I set out a basket of bread in the middle of the table and watched as my husband and children dove into it, grabbing pieces of bread to soak in their stew.
The children ate quickly and excused themselves, leaving me with my husband. I filled his bowl again before I sat down, folding my hands on the table.
“Sokka, I was thinking about Katara.” I said quietly. He glanced at me for a moment, his eyebrow raised.
“Wouldn't it be lovely to see her again?”
“Huh?” He swallowed a mouthful of bread and stew. “What do you mean? She's dead. Been dead for...” He sighed softly. Twenty years.
“I know. But if you had a chance to see her again, would you?”
“Yes. Of course.” I saw emotion in his eyes. I'll never forget how morose he was after Katara had died. It had been a shock to me too, even though Azula had killed a couple of my comrades. It was a relief to know that Zuko had taken her down, though I would have liked a piece of her myself after what she had done to the Kyoshian Warriors.
“If we could see our dead loved ones...” he muttered, taking a spoonful of stew. I remained silent.
o0o0o0o
Katara
I walked along the path to Sokka and Suki's house in a daze, barely noticing the cries of greetings from Yoshi and Kaya. Sokka's older son hung back, studying me. I felt a sharp tug of nostalgia, seeing a defiant face set atop a square jaw. The boy even had his hair shaved in a wolf-tail style, so he looked just like my brother did at twelve. Quickly, I wiped the tears from my cheeks before I regarded the children.
“Hello, Hakoda.” I said with a soft smile. I saw a boomerang strapped to his wrist.
“Hello.” Hakoda replied gravely.
“This is Yaguda. She's Mom's friend and has been teaching me an' Yoshi to Waterbend.” Kaya cheerfully piped up, tugging my hand.
“Where you from?” Hakoda demanded. He sounded much like Sokka, acting tough and trying to be on top of the situation.
“Where are you from?” I challenged, refusing to let a boy act smart-mouthed to me. I might not be in Sozun anymore, but I was still Fire Lady.
“Hey, I asked first.”
“It's not nice to be rude to the guests, or your elders.”
“Pft. You can't be much older than me.”
I heard Yoshi bite back a laugh.
“You're a smart-aleck.” I remarked. Just like your father, I added mentally.
“That's what Mom says.” Yoshi piped in. Kaya laughed as Hakoda scowled at his younger brother.
The door opened and I looked up to see Suki. She beckoned me inside, and I approached the door with great trepidation. My knees actually felt as if they would buckle and for a moment, I had to steady myself with a hand on the wall. I felt Suki's hand on my shoulder.
My brother sat at the table, glancing up with curiosity when he saw that his wife had a guest. I stood there quietly, my hands folded across my stomach as I gazed back in a calm and demure manner, focusing on his parka as I saw his face in my peripheral vision. I didn't expect him to recognize me right away, since I was now a grown woman. When I remembered my old life, I had looked in my mirror and saw Kaya's – my mother's – face staring back at me.
He opened his mouth, but closed it after a moment as I felt his intense scrutiny. It was much like Dad's assessing gaze. I had seen children who looked nothing like their parents, but it was remarkable to note the resemblance in others. Kuzon was a miniature version of Zuko but for the scar. Hakoda looked like Sokka, and Sokka looked like Dad. I felt an almost painful constriction around my heart.
“... Sokka.” I whispered. I could not help but remember Aang's cruel words, and tears started to blur my vision.
“Katara?” At first I thought it was Suki who had said that, but my brother rose from his seat, uttering my name again. I felt his hands on my upper arms. “Is it really you?” I heard him say. I nodded weakly before I stared up into his eyes, facing him squarely.
“How... It's impossible, but...” His eyes roved along my face as he squeezed my arms.
“It is me, Sokka.” I smiled at him. “I'm real and I'm right here.”
“How?”
“The spirits blessed me.” I said. It was all I could think of. If Aang hadn't been involved in my resurrection...
“Blessed, indeed. Look at you.” He stepped back for a moment. I was young and healthy, and was mostly recovered from the miscarriage. The comfortable life I led as Fire Lady certainly lent to my overall appearance. I could not help but stand with my shoulders back, standing regally as I had been taught to. I stood like this before my husband, courtiers, and servants alike. But he also regarded me with a bit of confusion.
“How... what... did you just... appear?” He was now scrutinizing me.
“No. I was... reborn after I died and started over again, though I didn’t have my memories, and grew up with a different name. I remembered fully only recently. It feels a little weird, still. But I remember everything. You, the Avatar, the War...” I swallowed. “At first, I thought they were only dreams. But then I realized they were memories and then one night, it all just... came back to me.”
He stared at me for several moments before looking at his wife, who nodded.
“Come, sit down.” He seemed almost overwhelmed, needing a seat himself. I acquiesced, and found a bowl of stew set in front of me along with some thick slices of yeast bread. I said thank you to Suki before turning back to Sokka. I did not touch the food right away, and sat there under my brother's scrutiny for several more moments.
“So you've lived a... life of your own before remembering us?” he asked tentatively. I nodded. He stared at me contemplatively.
“What name did you get this time? For this life, I mean?” he asked.
“Miumi.” I replied softly. His eyes widened as his jaw dropped before he shook his head.
“But that's the same name as the Fire Lord's...”
“Yes, Sokka.”
“You're the Fire Lady?”
“I am indeed.” I sat there primly, maintaining a calm demeanor to soothe him. I had learned quite a few things as Fire Lady, and one of them was to maintain calm and exude it onto others.
“But... wait. Zuko... did he know?”
I nodded slowly.
“And you learned only recently?”
“Yes.”
“He knew, and he didn't tell you the truth?” he asked, starting to frown. Even though I had been bothered by that very fact, I felt the need to defend him in front of Sokka.
“It wasn't like that. I didn't remember. He wasn't sure how I would take it, so he decided it best to leave it be. But I had the dreams.”
“Why did you come here?”
“To see you and Suki... and to apologize to Aang for what happened before...”
“And where's Zuko?”
“Back in Fire Nation. He... doesn't know I am here. I can only stay for a few days.”
“You ran away?”
“Sokka.” I stared at him, silently commanding him to relax. “Ever since I became Fire Lady, I have received instruction in weapons and martial arts training. On top of that, I am a master Waterbender. I was able to make it here quickly, and you are more than welcome to escort me back to Fire Nation, if you like. You could even bring your family.”
“Hmm.” I had given him something to ponder, so I ate some of my stew, savoring the flavor of sea-prunes tinged with the flavor of exotic Fire Nation spices. When I saw him glancing at me, I smiled at him.
“How has it been? Being with Zuko? Has he made you happy like he promised me he would?”
“Oh, Sokka.” I smiled at him warmly. “Yes, he did.” Sure, we had our fights – what couple didn't – but it had been a rewarding marriage for both of us. “He never stopped loving me.”
“That's definitely good to hear.” A thoughtful frown crossed his face before he glanced at Suki.
“You were in Sozun last summer weren't you? You saw her then?” he asked. His wife nodded.
“Yes... but she did not remember, so I did not bring it up. I was afraid that I might be wrong.” she explained, not mentioning Zuko’s gag order. He nodded slowly and sighed. He then looked back at me.
“You're welcome to stay with us as long as you need to. We will talk about the escort back to Fire Nation later, okay?”
“Sounds good.” I replied. He smiled, though I could still see shock in his eyes. Of course, that didn't surprise me, and I was determined to be as patient with him as I could. He had always been a literal sort of guy, not placing as much stock in spirits as Aang or Zuko did. I reached out to touch his hand, and I could see him stiffen just slightly before he relaxed.
“Good to see you again, little sister. Make yourself at home.”
o0o0o
Zuko
“There's no ifs or buts about it, my lord. We will arrive in Kyoshi tomorrow morning, a day ahead of schedule.”
“Good.” I replied curtly, nodding at the helmsman. The ship had been going at full speed since it left Ember Island. I would waste no time in reclaiming my wife. I placed my hand against the glass, feeling how cool it was. It had been a while since I needed a parka, and I would be needing it in Kyoshi if this cold snap lasted any longer. Blasted winters. I couldn't wait to go back to the warmth of the Fire Islands. But what I would enjoy more was the warmth of her body as she lay against me, snug in my embrace.
After she died, I had to deal with the fact that my nights were long and lonely. When I had found her, I was determined to never have an empty bed again. After having lost her once for so long, I hated the experience of loss again.
I exited the bridge, seeing my breath come out in a mist as I stepped outside into the frigid night air.
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