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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
Madam Chi's Walls
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“Storyteller Li, Storyteller Li, please share another tale with us, please.”

“Please, please, I will sneak you one of my grand-grand Chi's sweet pastries. Please, pretty please.”

The other children echoed the chorus as the little earth village girl used her most devastating weapon – the sad eyes.

Iroh, eldest son of Fire Lord Azulan and the Dragon of the West, was reduced to being a traveling storyteller instead of retiring to his estates in the Fire Nation. Looking down at the little kids’ jostling for position, he smiled. He was a beggar ... however sharing his tales with the little children made him feel like the king of his little kingdom of joy.

“Children, Uncle Li is going to tell you about the little Water Tribe princess that became the moon. I never told this story to anyone before, so please forgive me for not singing it.”

The little children quickly went silent.

Traditionally every storyteller sang his tales, but for these children a new tale, a special tale was like finding buried treasure. They fidgeted waiting for the old storyteller to speak.

“Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe was a beautiful maiden. Her hair was a pale blond, so pale that it was as white as the face paint that lady earth bending warriors of Kyoshi Island wear to battle. Her skin was dark like one of Auntie Ty’s candled pili nuts. Her robes were of the purest white and she was beautiful beyond what words can describe.”

The little girls cooed and awed as Iroh described the legendary beauty.

“Yue was to marry a prince, but her heart belonged to a peasant boy of the Southern Water Tribe who traveled with the avatar. Unlike his sister who was a powerful water bender, he lacked the ability to bend water to his will. However he was a great hunter and warrior. Many times he defeated the evil ones and saved the pure.

“The magical boomerang he wielded judged not the land of their birth but the purity of their soul. It would leap out and strike anyone who was evil and return back to the hand of hero the Water Princess loved.

“Normally, the princess would wed the prince and be forced to raise another generation of princes and princesses. However there was a great war between the Fire Nation and the world.”

Slowly the old storyteller told of the water prince’s truth feeling for the princess, the siege tactics that both sides used, the battle between the water bender and the Fire Nation prince, of Admiral Zhao’s treachery against his prince and the moon spirit, of Zuko’s duel of honor against Zhao, and the avatar’s judgment on the Fire Nation Fleet. Now even the adults were gathering around listening to the tale.

“Yue knew that she had to surrender the life that the moon spirit granted her. Yue knew that she would be forced to leave behind the warrior she loved. However to save her people and the world, Yue stepped into the scared spring and sacrificed herself so that moon spirit would live. Remember young lovers the love of Yue and her warrior peasant hero. Remember that every kiss you share under the light of the moon was a kiss denied the young lovers. Remember to treasure every moment and the moon spirit will share in your joy. Remember the name of the moon spirit Yue and celebrate not by hating those who stand against us, but by defeating hate with love.”

There was not a dry eye in the crowd.

“Why did the Fire Nation prince fight against his own nation,” asked a little boy.

“Sometimes Fate asks a person to stand against the ones he loves to protect what is right. Maybe only one of you will be asked to do this in your lifetime, however if fate calls on you - stand for what is right. It will never be easy, but if you answer the call you will never doubt your own honor.I guess he did what Fate asked him to do.”

One by one the crowd put a couple brass pennies in the begging bowl.

Iroh looked on with sadness as the boys ran off to play earth benders and fire benders. The boys were already fighting with each other with the losers stuck playing the role of the evil fire benders. He tried sharing a truth that honor and betrayal could be found on all side and he was ignored.

He remembered his only son, Lu Ten, and his nephew, Zuko, playing the same game save for the good guys and bad guy roles were switched. Four generations died in this war. Iroh hope that Zuko’s generation would be the last to have to fight.

The little girl tugged his sleeve and handed him a sweet puff pastry as she promised.

“Thank you ...”

“Ty Lee. But everyone calls me Tea-Leaf because when I wear green, I look like a little tea-leaf. I am eleven, even though most people think that I am seven.”

Ty Lee was a common name on both side of the old border between the warring nations. She was small, too small to be healthy. Iroh hear the faint sound of wheezing.

Just like Zuko.

“I once knew a little boy who was born with the lung flux yet became a great warrior because he never gave up.”

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“Storyteller Li, thank you for honoring our table with your presence and lifting my granddaughter’s spirits.”

Iroh lifted his tea cup to toast his hostess.

“Madam Chi, thank you for the tea, it was quite delicious. Ginseng tea was alway my favorite”

“Can we keep him, grand-grand?”

Iroh smiled, “A storyteller that doesn’t travel is a storyteller that has run out of stories.”

“Can I be a storyteller, Mister Li?”

“With every breath and step you make your own story, Ty Lee. All a storyteller is someone that shares his stories with others.”

“Grand-grand, I want to be a storyteller.”

“Yes, dear. You will be a fine storyteller, however for now you must go to bed.”

“But ...”

The little girl used her sad eyes. Unfortunately grandma was immune.

“You still go to bed, right now.”

“But ...”

The grandmother looked at her granddaughter and the little girl went to the loft.

“Sorry for the ...”

“Don’t be. She got the eye trick from her mother who got it from me. I am immune, but my son and grandsons fell for it every time.”

“Where ...”

The look in her eyes answered the question before he could even say the second word.

“I’m sorry to raise the issue.”

The old lady poured another cup of tea.

“Have you any family?”

Iroh shook his head.

“My wife died years ago. My son died at the siege of Ba Sing Sing. My nephew ... the last time I saw him was a couple months ago when he happened to be in the same village that I was staying at. Then soon afterwards ... they told me he was missing in action.”

“Sorry, can you tell me what he was like.”

Iroh considered his words carefully.

“He was like Ty - born prematurely and suffered lung flux. Yet he beat it to only end up caught up in the madness. My mother came from a border province. Before the war, my family had distant cousins on the other side of the border with the fire nation. Now my distant cousins’ kids and my two sons end up killing one another.”

“Two sons?”

“My nephew ... was like my second son. His father was ... busy with the war. After his mother passed away, I raised him like he was my own.

“As a little kid, he wanted to be a little magician, but his father wanted him to be a great bender like my father and grandfather.”

Iroh remembered that Zuko’s name was not common among the earth nation – especially after Ozai gave that name to his son. However there use to be earth benders with that name living near the boarders with the Fire Nation. Fraternization with someone from another nation use to be common among members of some Fire Nation merchant houses before the war and there use to be a few families living on the border with both fire and earth benders in the family tree. That fact allowed his features to blend in with the Earth Nation refuges.

“He was originally named Zuko after a distance ancestor of his mother ... one that came from the other side of the border, but once the Fire Lord gave his son that name, everyone in the family started calling him Jian.

“Jian was not naturally talented or athletic.

“He was bright. He was good with numbers, but not one of those siege engineers that could do those calculations in his head. He was not great with words, but when he spoke people were surprised that he knew so much. He loved stories and would be found at night reading books past his bedtime. He loved feeding the turtle-ducks and would scare his mother by constantly falling into the water. He and my son were born ten years apart, but they were tight as twins.

“Whatever he did he did out of shear effort. I remember him constantly showing me his next great magic trick. Usually it did not work the first time. Sometimes he hurt himself in the process, but he kept trying until he made it work. Only then would he move on to next great tick.

“He was a little rascal. Year of practicing those magic tricks turned him into a whirlwind of trouble. He joined the war out of restlessness rather than any sense of patriotism. He was a card shark. He could shuffle the cards so that he would get four dragons ... After a while, his buddies would start running whenever Jian brought out a deck rather than lose an extra week’s pay. I just hope that he is not hurt.”

After the first couple months, Zuko taught the officers aboard the ship that gambling on a card game against a former magic nut was not profitable. While Iroh never caught Zuko cheating, he was not quite sure how Zuko did it. Zuko was too serious most of the time, but as a child, Zuko pulled his share of pranks like all little kids did.

He poured tea for his hostess.

“I bet that you were a little rascal too in your youth.”

Her eyes lit up.

“If I was ten years younger and had a stronger heart, I would carry you up to that loft and make a fool of myself proclaiming my virtues and why you should surrender yours to me.”

Madam Chi smiled.

“Were you to do so today, you would not have to work very hard to talk me out of my skirt.”

Iroh held her hand. He had not felt that giddy since the time his wife surprised him that time they ... His face turned red with the memory.

Iroh took a deep breath and said, “I think that we should have another cup of your delicious ginseng tea and continue our conversation for the next twenty years.”

“You mean you are going to dump me when I am seventy two.”

“Okay, the next century.”

“That sounds a lot better. I am going to tell Ty Lee that she is going to learn storytelling from the best storyteller in the world.”
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Madam Chi led the storyteller to her bedroom. The room was small, cozy. A chest, a wardrobe, and a single ikibana arrangement all sat in front of a hanging scroll in the alcove. Her fingers traced the callous on the storyteller’s hands. These were not the marks of a farmer. These were the hands of a warrior, like her husband and son once were.

She kissed him like she was once a blushing schoolgirl her granddaughter’s age once again. He lifted her up and delicately untied the lacings that held her robe shut. Her breasts were scarred by age and nursing, yet he eagerly kissed them like they belonged to a virgin in the prime of her life. The storyteller attack them drawing out her first whimper of passion.

It had been fifteen years, since her husband suddenly dropped dead. It had been far longer since a man made her whimper in passion. The storyteller traced the kanji for beg on her matronly bossism.

Madam Chi silently moaned, please.

Yet he did not just mount her like her impatient husband once did. He planted kisses attacking her stretch-mark scar belly and her navel before kissing her folds. No man had ever kissed her down there. Storyteller Li attack the spot her lonely fingers once lingered.

The sensation was different. The build up was not a steady rock like progression, but more like the fire bender’s attack. Direct and yet unpredictable. Her lover’s tongue would dart inside tasting her juices.

Suddenly the middle aged lady arched her back and let out a moan.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

His tongue kept attacking her sanity like the Dragon of the West once relentlessly attacked the legendary impenetrable walls of Ba Sing Sie. Like the legendary Dragon of the West, the storyteller penetrated the impenetrable walls of her sanity. However, unlike the Dragon, the storyteller did not stop but continued the attack.

She fumbled to untie the draw strings that held the storyteller’s breeches up. She stared as his Dragon awoke showing her it’s full power. It was thick and alive with an aura that commanded her spirit to make her body ready to be blessed by it’s undisputable power. Her folds gushed with a wetness.

He held back, letting his dragon sniff and probe the entrance to her womb. She moans as it make several small reconnaissance expeditions. It did not drive in, but made little circular motions that excited nerve ending she once thought dead.

“God, god, god, god, god, god...”

There was no thought save to the urge to taste this illicit fruit. The storyteller was powerful. Even flabby with age, there was undisputed muscle that still held a significant portion of the strength that he had as a young man.

He effortlessly picked her up and slowly slid her down upon his dragon.

The Dragon of the West could not break walls like the storyteller did. The proud matron surrendered all honor and unconditionally surrendered to the fires of passion that the vagabond storyteller brought forth inside of her.

Madam Chi lost herself. She flexed her legs further apart so that he could send the essence of the dragon deeper into her womb. Her instincts commanded her to receive his seed and her womb greedily consumed it. It did not matter that she was too old to conceive. All that mattered was the passion and joy that he awoken inside of her.

In the end, she looked on at the snoring form of the man who opened her eyes to true passion. Fifty five years – children and a grandchild, yet she could not dream that a man could be the catalyst that made her feel alive. She did her duty in an arranged marriage. Her husband was a solid, loyal man who was tender, yet she found herself unaware of how powerful lust can be.

Madam Chi touched herself. Her sore passage moaned at the further abuse, but Madam Chi drew out some of her lover’s salty essence and tasted the combination of their juices. She rolled the snoring man over and recalling what she once heard took the Dragon into her mouth. What once was repugnant became as natural as breathing.

Her efforts were soon rewarded as the dragon once again set forth to conquer the once impenetrable walls of Madam Chi and the wall of Madam Chi walls fell to the Dragon once more among the sounds of passion.
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There was no formal ceremony, just an understanding between storyteller Li and Madam Chi.

Every sunny afternoon after the school let out, Storyteller Li would go to his usual spot and share another tale with the village children. Jian, the boy who never quit soon became the favorite closely followed by the adventures of the Blue Spirit and the travels of the Avatar.

Ty Lee soon became the daughter that Iroh never had.

Storyteller Li would die with only two regrets. First, that he did not live long enough to see Zuko one more time. Second, that he could not introduce Ty Lee to her hero, Jian, the boy who defied the hand that fate dealt him.
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