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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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Kiss of Fire
Epilogue – Sweet Tomorrow
o0o0o
20 Years ASC
(Summer 1121)
Katara
Zuko really was a man of his word – not that it should surprise me. As summer came to Sozun with its heat, we went to Ember Island again It was incredible – I didn't have to sit in Court in formal robes with servants fanning me. I could just relax and go swimming as I pleased, or sit on the veranda and make iced drinks to enjoy with Zuko or Kuzon.
At night, I could just lay there in bed and listen to the sounds of the ocean. It soothed me more than any lullaby ever could.
I had looked forward to coming here again, especially remembering all the happy times Zuko and I shared. Of course, there was nothing quite like making more memories, instead of merely remembering them. I smiled faintly as I left the washroom, wearing a thin silk nightie suited for the balmy weather. Zuko was already in bed, the sheet up to his middle, leaving his bare chest visible. I smiled at him as I approached the bed.
“It's a warm night, and you're wearing something to bed?” he teased.
“I take it you're not wearing anything.”
“Maybe.” He raised his chin in a playful challenge. I smirked and left my pajamas on in mock defiance, sliding onto the bed.
“I was just thinking about the first time we came to Ember Island. We hid in this room. Only we were unable to sleep in the bed because there was no mattress, and we had to drag out an old futon.” How different it was to remember that as we came to a freshly cleaned and aired house for our vacation! The faint scent of citrus polish lingered in the air like a ghost, sometimes there, sometimes not. A vase of fire-lilies sat next to my side of the bed on the nightstand. The mattress was freshly turned and fluffed, with crisp linen sheets hugging it. Kuzon was staying in the room that Toph and I had shared, and his bed was nearly as big as ours, more than enough room for a child.
“But we still had fun, right?” he asked in a soft voice as he glanced at me. I nodded firmly.
“It was here that you first told me that you loved me.”
Zuko's expression softened visibly as a wistful smile found its way to his lips.
“And we also marked one another.” I recalled Agni's words to me. If we hadn't marked one another back then, would Zuko have found me? Slowly, my hand slid up to my breast, fingering the mark.
“Not a day goes by that I don't think about that.”
“Good.” I replied with a light smirk. He laughed softly before pressing his lips to my forehead.
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21 Years ASC
(Early Winter 1121)
Katara
I always looked forward to the winters in Sozun. To many Fire Nation citizens, this weather was chilly, but the weather was actually like a pleasant spring or summer day at either sides of the Pole. Often I would take walks through the Palace City, noting the difference in the foliage. Spring and summer were rampant with all kinds of exotic flowers, and even autumn had its own offerings. But the grounds looked bare come winter, most of the remaining plants being vegetables or herbs.
I enjoyed the changed atmosphere. Trading and traveling happened more often because the crisp weather made it nice for trips – no worries about heat or sun-stroke. Some acting or dancing companies preferred to have their performances this time of the year, hitching along on trading ships to make their circuit. New Years' was celebrated in early to mid-winter, and Kuzon's birthday several weeks after that.
We would start our New Years' celebration in several days. The turn of years was celebrated the world over, but Fire Nation had their own unique traditions among the similarities we all shared. The Royal Family participated in the official New Year's blessing with the priests, to honor the ancestors and to make sure the new year got off to an auspicious start. I could tell that Zuko simply did it out of routine, but it wasn't really so bad.
We also exchanged presents, and Zuko always bought me something he knew I would appreciate – a silver and sapphire bracelet, a kimono embroidered with a snowy winter landscape, or an ancient history book. In the beginning, when I Had been unfamiliar with the man I had just married, I wondered how a husband I barely knew was so kind to me and gave me such thoughtful gifts. He did his best to woo me – but these efforts had not ceased even after over two years of being married to him and having my old memories. His love for me was eternal.
“”Your Majesty! Lady Miumi!” I heard a servant call out as I walked by the lake. I paused and let him approach. He bowed to me before he spoke.
“The Fire Lord has a visitor, and your presence is urgently needed.”
Urgently needed? I wonder who could be so important as to need my presence. Perhaps Toph? As I pondered who it could be, I followed the servant to the Palace.
In the Receiving Chamber – what could be considered a more informal throne room and outfitted with comfortable furniture and lavish paintings on the walls – Sokka and Suki sat on a plush sofa while Zuko sat on his throne. I felt light-headed as I took notice of my nephews and niece. Nearly a year had passed, and the children had grown, though my brother and sister-in-law looked just the same.
I found myself swept up into Sokka's embrace before I could say hello to anyone, and as he did, I looked over her shoulder at Zuko. He was smiling at me.
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21 Years ASC
(Late Winter 1122)
Kuzon
It was my eighth birthday, and Father said that I could do whatever I wanted today. There would be no Court and it would just be me and him and Mama. I enjoyed being on a boat, so I said that I wanted to go out on the ocean.
We had cake and presents on Father's grand ship before we flew kites. I still had the phoenix kite Mama had given me two years ago, and Father now had a dragon kite. Mama had a blue one shaped like a fish. That night, we had fireworks and Father brought Agni Odori dancers onto the ship to dance for me.
Later, it was just me and my parents on the deck, sitting around a metal fire-pit, cooking mallows and putting them between pieces of chocolate or graham bread. It was cold, but I didn't mind because I was sitting in Father's lap, wrapped up in his cloak as he held me. I could feel his heartbeat against my back, and I felt safe in his arms when he squeezed me. I looked up at him, and he smiled down at me.
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21 Years ASC
(Early Summer 1122)
Zuko
Katara looked absolutely radiant in the blue satin cheongsam that she had just gotten for her birthday. It was sleeveless to ensure comfort in the hot summer weather, with a high collar and pale blue and silver threading along the hem to look like the ocean, with little multicolored fish under the waves. She had added a white peony to her hair, complementing her appearance and making her look beautiful – not that she didn't always look lovely.
I always liked it when she wore blue. She spent so much time in red that any other color on her was a treat, and I loved how blue contrasted with her skin and brought out her eyes.
The dress had been a birthday gift from me, but I had another one for her. I had been careful about planning it because the last thing I wanted was for her to catch wind of it. It had taken a lot of consideration on my part and initially, I didn't want to do it. But I knew it would mean a lot to her.
As we sat next to the pond, feeding the turtleducks, a servant came to my side to tell me that the surprise was ready. I glanced at Katara and squeezed her hand before telling her to stay here so I could bring her a present. I could see the curiosity in her eyes and smirked faintly at her.
The surprise was waiting for me in the reception room. Avatar Aang bowed his head, and I bowed back.
“Your invitation honors me, Fire Lord Zuko.” he said as he looked at me. I nodded slowly.
“It is for Katara that I do this honor.” I replied evenly before I beckoned him to follow me.
We went to the pond, where Katara was gazing at the water. I cleared my throat, and she looked up. Her eyes widened as she saw our guest, and she quickly rose to her feet.
It'd been a year and a half since my wife or I had seen the Avatar. He didn't look any different than he did in Kyoshi, or even back then when we had been working together to end the War.
“Happy birthday.” I whispered with a faint smile as she approached us.
“Oh, Zuko...” Her eyes brimmed with tears before she blinked and focused on the Avatar. “Hello, Aang.”
“Katara.” His tone was warm, and I had to bite back a twinge of jealousy. Katara corresponded with her family and Aang on a regular basis, saving their letters. But it was another thing to be with him in person, and I had to remind myself – again – that Katara loved me, that she was loyal to me and that I had nothing to worry about from the Avatar either, because he was not the kind of person who would try to seduce a married woman.
Aang held out his arms, and she went to him. As they hugged, she glanced towards me as she leaned her head against his arm.
'Thank you', she silently mouthed.
'I love you', I mouthed back. She smiled at me before she nestled her head into his shoulder.
o0o0o0o
23 Years ASC
(Late Winter 1124)
Kuzon
I was going to be ten! It was a lucky number, and Father said he had a surprise for me for my birthday. I was really excited to see what it was, but no one would tell me! On my birthday, Mama wouldn't let me go outside and I had to spend the morning with her. I did try to sneak outside, but no one could fool Mama. She just laughed and scooped me into a hug, telling me to be patient.
When I was finally allowed to go outside, I saw a big red tent set up. I saw Father talking to a few people, and I recognized them from the first time I had ever gone to Ember Island, when we had gone to the circus.
Oh! The circus! This was my birthday surprise? I looked up at Mama with a big smile, and she smiled back.
“Prince Kuzon!” I heard someone call out. It was Ying-ying! She did a cartwheel and a flip, stopping in front of me with a big grin on her face. She had such big, pretty gray eyes, just like I remembered. Mama and Ty Lee said hello and hugged one another.
I had so much fun with Ying-ying before. She didn't treat me special just because I was a Prince.
“You're going to like the show. We have a special routine for you.” Ty Lee said as she looked down at me.
“Thank you.” I said. I was a Prince, but Mama and Father taught me that even Princes needed to show their gratitude and respect to everyone, even servants and guards.
“You're very welcome.” She smiled as she bowed her head to me. “We need to go get ready. Do you mind if Ying-ying stays with you?”
I shook my head.
“Why don't you take a walk while I talk with Ty Lee?” Mama asked.
We walked in the garden that was next to the tent.
“This is such a lovely place.” Ying-ying said as she looked around. “You're very lucky to be living here.”
“What about you?” I asked. “You get to travel around with your mom and see all sorts of places.”
“Yeah.” She sighed softly. “It is nice. But sometimes I wish we'd stay in one place. I've always wanted a real home, a permanent one.” She stared off, looking sad. I didn't know what to say to that.
The performance was wonderful. Ty Lee was such a great acrobat. I had my martial arts and Firebending lessons, but I never learned anything like Ty Lee or Ying-ying did. They stayed for a couple of days, putting on a performance for the city the day after the circus performed for me. Ying-ying and I played in the gardens and she taught me a few acrobat moves though I wasn't as graceful as her. But we still had a lot of fun.
Ying-ying looked sad to leave. I know she especially liked the gardens and the pond. I was sad to see her go.
“I'll miss you.” she said as her mother waited for her.
“I'll miss you too. You'll come back, won't you?”
“Of course!” She practically pounced on me, giving me a hug. I smiled as I hugged her back.
o0o0o0o
24 Years ASC
(Early Autumn 1125)
Zuko
I hadn't been to Omashu in over five years, since I found Katara there. I kept up a regular correspondence with Toph and Adi as well as the man I had appointed to keep an eye on things there. It wasn't that I didn't trust Toph or deemed her an incapable Regent for my daughter, but I felt more assured having one of my personal representatives there. He was a distant relative, but had proven his worth through years of service to me, and was an excellent adviser to Toph and Adi.
Little was changed in Omashu. The most dramatic difference was the fact that my daughter was now its ruler. As the child of the Fire Lord – the man that had been grievously insulted by the previous ruler of Omashu – and a member of the powerful Beifong clan, no one could claim that Adi didn't have the proper pedigree. Now that Adi knew who her father was, we exchanged letters on a frequent basis and I got to know my daughter almost as well as I knew my son.
She had grown into a beautiful young woman, now seventeen years old and looking like her mother as much as ever. I had received letters over the last few years from others interested in securing her hand, from Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom nobility alike. I refused to give any answers since I was unwilling to make a decision for my daughter. Toph and I had agreed that we would discuss prospective husbands for hr but that the final say would be up to Adi.
I was happy to spend time with her. Writing letters helped us to maintain a line of communication, but nothing could ever replace seeing someone in person. When not otherwise engaged in politics, I spent my free time with my children. Last time I had been here, it had been frustrating to deal with Enki and his courtiers, the only bright point of my stay being the fact that I found Katara. This time around, my stay was definitely more enjoyable since I had Katara with me, and my children.
Katara
I was a little nervous about going to Omashu because I knew Toph would be there. I had debated with myself countless times as to whether I should tell Toph that I remembered. I had decided to keep my true self a secret from many people – Jeong Jeong, for example. I liked him, but saw no reason to tell him my story since I already got along with him. I think Kamas suspected, but we had met but once when Zuko and I had gone to find the Order of the White Lotus, so I decided to not say anything to him.
But Toph definitely knew. Otherwise, she wouldn't have called me Sugar Queen. So I decided to play around a little bit. The first day in Omashu, I gave Toph no indication that I remembered her from before the end of the War. I was pleasant and polite, observing all the formalities that came with being a lady of my position.
That night, as Zuko and I retired to our lavishly-appointed guest suite, I could tell he had a question on his mind. After the servants finished attending to us, we were left alone in the quiet of the large bedchamber. It felt a little weird being surrounded by so much green, and I actually found myself missing the Fire Palace. We settled down in bed, his red pajamas highlighted in contrast to the green and gold bedspread.
“Are you going to tell Toph?” he asked quietly. I shrugged, deliberately not giving him an answer. I would do this on my own terms, especially after knowing that he had told Toph to stay mum when she came to Sozun for Enki's trial.
“Toph would be happy to... have you here. As her friend, I mean.”
“Now you're telling me about my friends?” I shot back lightly. He let out a quiet chuckle.
I pondered how I might approach Toph. Should I ease her into it or just blurt it out? My decision came sooner than I thought as I stood next to a window that overlooked the garden. Zuko was with Adi and Kuzon, and it was obvious the children enjoyed their company. Adi was clearly thrilled to have her father around even if it was for just a short time, and I understood that feeling all too well.
Upon first glance, anyone could see the resemblance between Adi and her mother. I remembered Toph's parents, and Poppy had passed her looks down to her daughter and granddaughter. I could not help but wonder what Lao and Poppy Beifong thought of their daughter now. Toph had proven herself to be anything but weak and helpless, and done so many times over.
But closer study of my stepdaughter revealed a touch of Zuko here and there. The plane of her jaw, a certain way she tilted her head, the determined glare she sometimes had in her eyes, all of them were unmistakably Zuko's. No one else would have noticed, but I was familiar enough with Zuko to see his influence elsewhere.
In my free time I enjoyed wandering through the Palace. It hadn't changed much since I last saw it, though I now saw several plaques and statues of the Beifong flying boar, replacing Enki's old family crest. As I went to a veranda to look at the flowers, I heard Adi's laugh, and saw a smile on her face that was identical to Zuko's own. I smiled faintly, wondering what a child of mine would look like. How much of me would be apparent in it, or Zuko? Unconsciously, my hand slid to my stomach. Even after all this time, the memory weighed heavily upon my mind.
“Something the matter?” I heard Toph ask from behind me. I quickly dropped my hand and turned around.
“No.” I murmured.
“You're lying.” she replied matter-of-factly. I shrugged.
“I wasn't trying to lie.”
“Now you're being honest.”
Her unique talent had come especially handy during Enki's trial, and I knew she kept her advisers on their tiptoes since they couldn't simply pull one over her on the assumption that a blind woman would be easy to manipulate.
“I wish you had been more honest with me.” I replied evenly. She looked genuinely confused.
“Honest about what?”
“About who I was... am.”
“Who you...” She tilted her head for a moment before comprehension dawned on her. “You remember?”
“This from the one who called me Sugar Queen and got in a mud-fight with me?” I shot back.
Toph laughed and nearly crushed me in a bear-hug.
o0o0o0o
25 Years ASC
(Spring 1126)
Zuko
It was a warm, balmy spring – the norm in Sozun – when I received a personal letter. I was surprised to find out that it was from Jun. I had not seen her since she ended her relationship with my uncle and left Sozun. I heard of her a few times through the years since she had not given up her profession as a bounty hunter, but she led a surprisingly private life, shunning attention. I wondered what it was she could possibly want or why she would want to come see me personally. Still, after so long, I was curious.
When she arrived, I was notified that she had a companion. She had mentioned no such thing in her letter, and I could not help but feel irritated. Had she or the companion come seeking favors? I know Jun liked opportunity, but I was not swayed by her like Uncle had been.
I stared down at her imperiously as she entered the receiving chamber. She was lucky I granted her the private audience she had requested. She hadn't changed much in twenty years, but I could see a bit of gray in her hair. The woman she was with looked about half her age, and there was enough resemblance between her and Jun for me to surmise that this young woman was her child. Wait, why would she bring her child here? To offer to me as a concubine?
“What brings you here?” I asked. “Who is this young woman?”
“Do you wish to commence with the formalities or should I just tell you?”
“Just tell me.” I growled.
“Just as blunt as I remember. But that's actually a good thing.” Jun smiled faintly before she gestured to the other woman, who took a step forward.
“I would like to introduce you to your cousin.”
I did not speak for several moments. Cousin? Was Jun kidding? Lu Ten had been dead for nearly thirty years.
“If you intend this as a joke, I can assure you, it is not funny.”
“I know better than to joke with you, my lord.” She gave a slight bow of her head. “Nor have I come here to cause trouble or to make demands. I simply thought you would like to meet her, and I thought it would be nice for her to see Fire Nation, since it's where her father came from.”
“My cousin is dead.”
“From what Iroh told me, Lu Ten was a wonderful son. It's too bad Jasmine never got to know her brother.”
Brother? I knew that Uncle and Jun had been lovers, but... Wait. She had suddenly left the Fire Nation one day despite Uncle's pleas for her to not go. Was this why?
“Know her brother? What about her father?” I asked acidly. Uncle would have been so delighted to have another child!
“Oh, trust me, he knew. Why do you think your uncle took these trips?” she countered.
I paused, recollecting the times where Uncle would travel out of Sozun. It had been a semi-regular occurrence, happening at least once a year before his death. He never specified why he went on these trips, saying only that he needed time for himself.
“Why didn't you stay? He would have taken care of you!”
“I know. And I loved that about him. But I knew I would be bored living in the Palace, and I didn't want our daughter to be some pampered princess. But hey, with the way we worked things out, it ensured that I didn't get bored of him.” She had a faint, fond smile.
“And why have you come here just now?”
“For Jasmine. I'm not looking for any favors for myself, but I figured Jasmine should learn more about her heritage. Please forgive me if it seems as if I am imposing on you. But I asked your uncle to not tell anyone about it so we could lead a quiet life. He always made sure we were provided for, and he always planned to tell you, but then he died so suddenly...” I saw genuine sadness in her face.
I let out a slow sigh. It was a lot to process. Uncle had sired another child, and hadn't even told me about it or left any clue after his death. I could not help but feel a little angry and betrayed over that fact.
“You are dismissed.” I needed time to think.
o0o0o0o
26 Years ASC
(1127)
Katara
In the past, the Palace could often be full of royal relatives, especially if a Fire Lord had a large brood of children or concubines, often both. Since Zuko had no concubines or close surviving relatives, it had just been us and Kuzon. It took a bit of time getting adjusted to having another member of the family around, but the Palace was more than big enough and Jasmine was friendly and jovial like her father had been. It was nice having another young woman around, I wasn't much older than my cousin-in-law. I liked listening to the stories of her childhood, how her mother would take her on trips, ensuring that her daughter got to see much of the world.
Jun did not stay too long, but I think she suspected who I was when she teased us once in private, telling Zuko that she was happy he finally had a girlfriend. It was funny to see him blink at her in shock before quickly collecting himself. I liked having her around for the time she was here, remembering how it had been when she had joined us briefly as we searched for the Order of the White Lotus. She had gotten along so well with Toph and me, and of course, Toph thought she was cool because she was so kick-ass.
Before she left, she pulled me into a tight hug, telling me to be sure to take good care of Zuko. I wonder if she told Zuko to take care of me when she said goodbye to him.
After she left, it became more apparent why she brought Jasmine here. Like her father, she was musically talented, and Jun wanted her to develop her talent. Iroh had already taught her some skills and left her his musical instruments when he died. It was funny to see her blowing a Tsungi horn, the instrument loosely wound around her petite body. She quickly found her own place, going to the university to continue her education. She was old enough to not need any supervision or guardianship, and Zuko gave her a generous allowance to pay for her education and other things.
o0o0o0o
27 Years ASC
(Late Winter 1128)
Zuko
I smiled at Kuzon as he blew out the candles on his cake. Some would consider fourteen too old for a cake with candles, but Kuzon wanted one, so I didn't see why he shouldn't have it. At fourteen, I had been in exile, so it was interesting to note the contrast between ourselves. Kuzon had a mother who loved him, and a father who was proud of him. He knew this, and was a happy and confident Prince who never had to worry about his father injuring and then banishing him.
What a long way the Royal Family had come. Gone were the days where the War was an ever-present factor in everybody's lives. Long gone was the time when family rivalry was the norm and one could not even trust their own parent or sibling. I had a beautiful and loving wife that I could trust. I had a son that any father would be delighted to have. Jasmine was a welcome addition to the family though it took me some time getting used to the idea of having a cousin. I had advisers and an inner council I could put my faith in.
As Jasmine handed Kuzon a wrapped gift, I glanced at Katara. She had a wistful gleam in her eyes, and I wondered what could be the cause of the sadness I saw behind her smile.
I reached out and squeezed her hand. She looked at me and squeezed back.
Kuzon
I wiggled around, trying to get comfortable in the plush chair in Father's study. When I was little, it would feel as if the chair was trying to swallow me up whenever I sat in it, and sometimes it still felt that way.
“What did you want to talk to me about?” Father asked. Before he married Mama, I had been too afraid to request a personal audience with him. Now I knew he would listen to me whenever we talked.
I had just turned fourteen. When I was little, birthdays were exciting for me. But the last couple of years felt a little weird. Sure, I was still excited, but I was also becoming a man. One day I would be Fire Lord. The idea scarred me sometimes. I wondered if I would be as good a Fire Lord as my father was.
Some of the young noblemen around my age had been gifted with concubines. Father hadn't done so, and I was definitely glad for that. I was shy around girls. They were weird, and tried to flirt with me and catch my attention. I couldn't imagine taking one of these girls to bed or letting them see me naked or anything like that. The only girl I felt comfortable with was Ying-ying. I had seen her a few more times since my tenth birthday, and I always welcomed her presence. She was my best friend even if I didn't get to see her as often as I wanted to.
“I... feel confused.”
“About what?” Father looked at me with a concerned expression. “Didn't you enjoy your party?”
“Of course I did! But it's just... sometimes my feelings confuse me. Sometimes I'm really happy. Other times I'm just afraid or worried. I know I'm not grown-up yet, but I'm getting there.” I took a deep breath, “I worry about if I will be a good Fire Lord. Or a good dad. Or if I will have a wife I can be happy with. When I was little, I didn't ever worry about these things.”
“I hate to say it, but its part of growing up. But the fact that you worry about these things means you'll be fine. Many people don't care, or are not worried at all, especially the young nobles. They think their wealth will take care of it all. It's good to think about your future, but I wouldn't spend too much time worrying about it.” He smiled faintly. “But is there anything I can give you that would make you feel better? Would you like a vacation?”
I shook my head.
“Hmm. Do you wish for a... concubine?”
I blushed furiously and shook my head quickly.
“Is it your lessons, then? Are you happy with your new teacher?”
I nodded slowly. I spent some of my time in private lessons and had shared some of my classes with Kysh before he went to the university. A couple of days a week, I would take classes with the nobles around my age, and I did like my new teacher since my old tutor was more used to teaching young children. “I... I'm not exactly sure what I want. I just want to stop worrying. I wish I could just grow all the way up and be done with it!”
“Don't be too eager to grow up. Enjoy your youth. When I was fourteen, I was searching for the Avatar.”
Of course, I knew what happened between my father and his father. He had explained the story to me more fully a couple of years ago so I had a clearer understanding of the whole matter. Father was forever marked by his experience – inside and out. Every time I thought about his story, it always reminded me of how lucky I was, especially when I looked in the mirror and saw my own unblemished face.
“Thank you.” I bowed my head. Father rose from his seat and walked over to me, wrapping his arms around me. Mama was usually the one who gave hugs, but I was always happy to get one from him.
Zuko
As soon as I slid into bed, I felt Katara's body wiggle up to mine. I grinned as I wrapped my arm around her middle. But I did not forget the sadness I had seen in her eyes earlier.
“Tara... are you all right?” I asked as I stroked her cheek.
“Of course I am.”
“Are you sure? You looked sad before.”
She let out a quiet sigh. “When I met Kuzon, he was so little and cute. I remember him snuggling in my lap or arms. Now he's too big for that. He's growing into a wonderful young man, but I miss having a child around.”
“Then perhaps it is time to think about having another child.” Personally, I was surprised she hadn't brought up this subject before. Kuzon was at the age where he didn't need as much supervision. He no longer had a nurse, and was now served by a male attendant, just like how Katara and I each had our own respective attendants in charge of our wardrobe and servants and the like. Kuzon spent his free time riding, reading, or painting. I have to admit, I did miss little Kuzon as well. Like Katara, I enjoyed the feel of him cuddled in my lap. Sometimes I would carry him to bed and tuck him in. Of course, now he was too big to be carried around by anyone.
“You think so?”
“Of course I do. I would like another child.” I gently cupped Katara's cheek as I looked down at her. “I would consider it an honor if you would have one with me.”
“Oh, Zu...” She tried to fight back tears, but they fell anyway. I leaned down to kiss them away.
o0o0o0o
28 Years ASC
(Summer 1129)
Katara
Summer vacation at Ember Island had become a yearly occurrence, and one that we all looked forward to. There was never an end of things to do – enjoy a performance at the theater, explore the local – but high-end as was befitting the atmosphere of the playground of the rich – market, walk on the beach, hike along one of the trails, build a sand-castle, go swimming, or just laze around on the veranda or hammocks and sipping iced tea or juice.
Almost every year, Ty Lee's circus made its circuit through Ember Island to perform to the summer crowd. I enjoyed spending time with Ty Lee, but I did not miss the growing closeness between my son and her daughter. They had taken to one another at their first meeting as if they had been forever friends, but over the last couple of years, I sensed deeper feelings blossoming between the two of them. Kuzon was now the age I was when I had first started to care about Zuko. Kuzon seemed so shy around the young noblewomen back in Sozun, but around Ying-ying, he actually seemed happier. He spent much of his free time with her and often invited her over to the Summer Palace, and it warmed my heart to see him so joyous.
One day, I was walking along the veranda that overlooked the beach, and I saw a sight that nearly made me melt. Kuzon and Ying-ying were relaxing in a hammock, the latter draped along the former's side with her arm loosely slung across his middle. Kuzon had one foot in the sand, and was using it to gently push the hammock back and forth. He was staring off, his expression that of calm bliss. Ying-ying looked as if there was nowhere else she would rather be.
I rushed to Zuko's study, seeing him reclining in a plush chair with a cup of tea and a book.
“Come here! I have to show you something!” I said as I tugged his sleeve.
“What is it?” he asked as he glanced up at me.
“Oh, just come with me!” I hooked my arm through his, pulling him up. When we came to the veranda, I silently pointed to where our son was. Zuko stared at the scene for several moments before smiling faintly.
“You and I did the same thing, remember? When we were hiding here. We used one of the old sheets to make a hammock...”
“I remember. And you made us iced juice.”
“Zu...” I smiled at him, feeling overwhelmed by these memories and the love I still felt for him.
“How about we do that tonight? Just you, me, and the moonlit night...”
“It's a date.”
Zuko's eyes had the same happy twinkle in them that I remembered from all these years ago.
Kuzon
Vacations on Ember Island were never long enough for me. Here, I could forget all of my worries and concerns and just enjoy myself. I liked swimming almost as much as Mama did, and it was so relaxed here, the pace much slower than in Sozun. Sometimes Father received important paperwork, but he never spent too much time on it and was always happy to do something with me, Mama, or both of us.
Ying-ying looked sad. She was even pouting a little, and looked so cute with her lower lip sticking out.
“I don't want to go.” I reassured her.
“Every time we say good-bye, it's always such a long time before we see each other again!”
“I know.” I'd rather have her company than the noble ladies I saw almost every day. “Maybe you'll come for my birthday?”
“Hmph.” She crossed her arms, but she didn't look truly angry with me. Sometimes I felt unsure of what kind of future I might have with her. I cared about her a lot, but I didn't see her as often as I felt I should. We both had such different roles and lives that sometimes it seemed like luck that we had met in the first place.
“Kuzon!” I heard Father call out. The Summer Palace had already been cleaned out for the fall, everything packed on the ship. Through the palm trees, I could see my parents just about to board the ship.
“I'll miss you. I always do. You know that.” We wrote letters, but since the circus moved around, my letters often took longer than usual to reach her.
“I want to give you something before you go.” she replied.
“What is it?” I wondered what it could possibly be. She stared at me for a moment before pulling me in for a kiss. It was the first kiss I had ever gotten from someone that wasn't a parent. She held onto me, and when I recovered from my surprise, I was enjoying it too much to push her away. I closed my eyes, tasting the slight sweetness of her lips, and placed my hands on her sides, feeling her shiver just a bit. I felt funny and light-headed, and it also felt as if electricity was shooting through my fingers and toes.
“... Wow.” I murmured when she pulled back. She grinned at me before batting her eyes.
“I've wanted to do that for the longest time. I've wondered what your lips would taste like...” Despite her obvious confidence, I could see that she was blushing.
“Um...” I had no idea what to say and couldn't speak for a few moments. “Well... I hope you liked it.” I wanted to kick myself after saying that. It sounded so lame!
“Oh, I did. You didn't disappoint me the least bit.”
“Kuzon!” Father sounded impatient, and I winced.
“I have to go. But I'll write.” I quickly glanced in the direction of the ship before I pressed my lips to her cheek. I heard her give out a quiet sigh of enjoyment before I darted off.
Zuko
My son emerged from the palm trees, looking a bit flushed as he ran over to me. When I focused on him, he quickly looked away. I was about to open my mouth when Katara squeezed my arm.
Once we were on the ship, Kuzon excused himself to go to his room. Before I could ask him what was wrong, Katara nodded, smiling at him.
After he quickly stalked off, I stared at Katara.
“What was that all about?”
“Oh, Zu...” She wrapped her arm around mine. “He had the same look on his face that you did the first time I kissed you.”
“What?”
She smirked at me faintly. “I know you'll be wanting to give him a man-to-man talk, but give him a bit of time first.”
“You really remember how I looked when you kissed me?”
“Of course. You were blushing so cutely...” She reached up to lightly pinch my cheek as we walked to our cabin, “It's been a long time, but why don't we see if I can get that result again...”
I laughed quietly even as I felt a slight warmth in my cheeks at the memory of the first kiss she had ever given me.
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29 Years ASC
(Early Autumn 1129)
Zuko
I reclined on the red velvet sofa in my parlor, staring at the cheerfully-dancing flames, seeing their light reflected against the polished marble of the fireplace. On the low table in front of the sofa was tea and a platter of treats. I closed my eyes, waiting for Katara to be finished with her nightly routine.
I felt a pair of small but strong hands slide along my shoulders, and let out a soft sigh of approval as I felt her start to knead my neck. My head lolled back as I opened my eyes, seeing her gazing down at me, her hair bound in a thick braid that was draped across her shoulder.
“Come here.” I patted my lap. She did not hesitate to take my invitation, and snuggled against me, wrapping her arms around my neck. I ran my hand along her back, my palm sliding across the smooth blue satin of her robe.
“Mmm.” She wiggled against me, nuzzling my throat. I looked down at her, loving how utterly content she looked simply to be with me. It was almost hard to imagine that we had been enemies once. Both of us had been so young – I just sixteen, and her fourteen, yet the War had forced us to grow up much more quickly than either of us would have wanted to. I remembered our fights and arguments, the way her eyes would flash at me when I provoked her deliberately for her attention. Thank goodness I had found better ways to gain her attention – and love.
Even now, nearly thirty years later, I loved her as much as ever if not more. We had been married for ten years, and what a wonderful decade that had been, and we had definitely made up for lost time! I wouldn't have traded it for anything in the world, though sometimes I did wonder what it would have been like if Azula hadn't managed to kill Katara. I had been so achingly lonely even with other women offering me their company or comfort. There was one thing that was certain – I could and would never take Katara for granted.
“Tomorrow night is a full moon.” Katara murmured.
“Hmm?” Being a Waterbender, she was always aware of the moon and its cycles. Of course, the moon had no effect on me, but I had been with Katara long enough to note that the phases of the moon had subtle changes on her behavior. She tended to stay up considerably later when the moon was near its full phase and consequently often slept later in the mornings, and when it was near or at its new phase, she often woke up around the same time I did.
“Well, I was thinking of playing one of our games.” Her tone was seductive.
“Oh?” I smirked faintly. “And what did you have in mind, love?”
“Come to my garden as the Blue Spirit.”
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I was garbed in a short black silk robe with matching hakama and slippers, my dual swords strapped to my back as I entered the garden. The swords were part of my Blue Spirit guise, and there were a few times when I had used them to cut away her clothes.
I heard some squawking and chattering, and glanced over at where Katara kept her ruby-peacocks. They had become a hobby for her and she had even been able to breed them successfully – a notoriously difficult task for anyone who owned these birds. She even trained them to do various tricks, including greeting me by displaying their full plumage and bowing their heads, or eating from my or her hand. There were two of them – both peahens – their feathers the color of blood under the moonlight. The females didn't have the impressive tail plumage of their male counterparts, but the color of the feathers they did have was striking nonetheless, and in sunlight, would shine a bright red.
“I'm not here to play with you this time.” I murmured, waving my arm. “Shoo.”
After a bit of clicking of their beaks, they retreated from the fence. I continued along the path, smiling to myself as I saw the thick mist that surrounded the bungalow and pond. I spent enough time in the garden with Katara to navigate through the fog, my steps confident as the pond came into view, the moon reflected off its surface.
“Tara!” I called out softly. At the other side of the pond, I saw a silhouette emerge through the mist. She glided across the water – one of the coolest Waterbending tricks I have ever seen – her thin purple silk robe fluttering in the breeze. Her hair was loose and flowing, and I itched to run my fingers through the thick locks.
Slowly I removed her robe, admiring the swirls and stripes she had painted on her body. Her eyes glittered under the light as she looked up at me, a faint smile on her face.
A comforter was spread out on the balcony overlooking the pond, and I reclined on it as I pulled her down on top of me. She shivered as I traced my finger along the swirl she had painted around her nipple.
“Mmm... like that, don't you?” I murmured as I teased her.
“Maybe next time I should paint you...”
“Hm... hey, you know, that's not a bad idea.” I purred softly at the thought of her painting my naked body. That was something for next time.
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29 Years ASC
(Late Autumn 1129)
Katara
After our talk of having a child, I stopped the preventive measures I used. No more herbal tea, no more Waterbending, nothing. Zuko was as passionate as he had ever been, but we had no success in conceiving. I wondered if my miscarriage had somehow damaged my ability to have children even though Sylid assured me that that should not be the case. Zuko never made me feel bad about it, nor did he pressure me or make me think that he would be displeased with me if I couldn't get pregnant.
After a while, I simply stopped thinking about it. Then one day, I realized that my moon-time was late. I waited a few more days, and it still did not come. I dared not hope, so I waited another month. It came and passed with another missing period. I debated telling Zuko – not because I was afraid of him, but because I didn't want to get our hopes up too soon. I prayed for the health of my child and that I wouldn't lose this one. I decided to wait one more month, just to be sure.
Zuko
I stirred awake as I felt Katara scramble out of the bed, rushing to the washroom. It was something she had been doing nearly every day for the last week. She always tried to shrug it off, and I could easily ignore one day, but this was happening too often.
Dear Agni, don't let her be sick, I prayed. Sylid was an excellent doctor and the University here offered a medical education that was second to none – except the Waterbender healers – but we still had diseases that we couldn't cure. I climbed out of bed, approaching the washroom before quietly opening the door. Katara was at the basin, rinsing out her mouth. I cleared my throat, and she looked up at my reflection.
“Tara, are you all right?” I asked as I approached her. She spat out the water and nodded.
“You've been like this nearly every morning of this week. I'll summon Sylid.”
“You don't have to. Really.” She backed away from the basin, ushering me back into our bedroom.
“Katara, you can't expect me to do nothing when you're sick!”
“Oh, Zu...” She smiled as she pushed me down to the bed, keeping her hands on my shoulders. “I'm not sick. I'm pregnant.”
I stared at her for several moments, processing this information. We both wanted a child, but after over a year, I wasn't sure if we could have one. “You're... sure?”
She smiled more brightly and nodded. “I've missed three moon-times so far. I didn't want to say anything too soon because... well, I wanted to be sure. I mean, after what happened before and me thinking that I couldn't...”
I nodded slowly. “Then you will need to see Sylid anyway. But it can wait.” I was suddenly overcome by giddiness as I thought about Katara having my child. Our child.
“Oh, Tara!” I pulled her in for a fierce hug.
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29 Years ASC
(Late Winter 1130)
Katara
I walked in the garden with Kuzon at my side. He had just turned sixteen, and was now an inch or two taller than me. He would be a fine Fire Lord one day, even though I knew he was nervous about the thought. But according to Zuko, this only proved further that he would be a good ruler.
Zuko had admitted to me that he was nervous about first becoming Fire Lord. That on top of losing me made the beginning of his reign especially hard for him, thank goodness Iroh was there to help him. Ozai had schemed his way to become Fire Lord, even murdering his own father. Such ruthless ambition was unbecoming of a ruler. I did my best to encourage Kuzon and to reassure him. Puberty wasn't easy for anyone, and the future Fire Lord was no exception.
I squeezed Kuzon's arm, sensing that he was especially on edge today.
“Please talk to me.” I said as I looked at him. He sighed quietly and looked away.
“Is this something you would rather speak to your father about?” I asked. Just as my stepmother had talked to me about womanly matters, there were things best discussed between father and son. What mattered was that he had someone to talk to. He shook his head again before he glanced at my stomach.
“You and Father are so... excited about the new baby. I know I worry too much sometimes, but I wonder if you'll care about me as much when it comes.”
“Oh, Kuzon.” I stopped, placing my hands on his shoulders as I faced him. “You are and will always be our son. Yes, we are excited for this new baby, but it's not going to replace you, nor could it ever. No matter how old you get or what happens, I will always be your Mama.”
“Promise?” His voice was small, almost making him sound like a little boy.
“I promise.” I smiled at him. Agni had told me that I had plenty of love in my heart to share. I loved my husband, but I also cared for Aang. I cared for my father and stepmother, but I also loved Hakoda and Kaya. I cared for all of my friends and my stepdaughter, and the boy that Kamas had adopted. “You will never have to worry that I care less for you simply because I have another child.” I pressed my lips to his forehead.
He wrapped his arms around me, and I smiled again as I wrapped my own around his middle.
“Sometimes I wish I were little again so you could hold and carry me.” he admitted.
“I miss these days too. You were so tiny and cute.”
“I'm not tiny or cute!” he mock protested.
“You might no longer be tiny, but you're still very cute.” I retorted. He laughed.
“When you have a child of your own, you'll understand.”
“Isn't it a bit early for me to be thinking about that?”
“Good boy.” I replied approvingly. “But your little brother or sister will need a role model.”
He looked at my stomach. “Can I feel it?”
“Of course.” I guided his hand to my stomach.
“What was that?” he asked as I felt the baby move.
“I think it's saying hello to its big brother.” We looked down as the baby kicked again, and we laughed quietly.
Zuko
Some men were repulsed by the sight of their pregnant wives and found concubines to please them, but to me, Katara was as beautiful as ever. I looked down as she slept, the swell of her tummy hidden under the thick comforter. Once in a while I would wonder if this was all a dream and if I needed to pinch myself.
I lay next to her, listening to her quiet breathing as she slept. My hand slid under the blankets to gently touch her stomach, and I spread my fingers and palm against the roundness. Long ago, I had wondered what it would be like having a child with Katara. And here we were. I could not help but feel protective of her. She complained that I fussed over her too much, but what could I do? Aside from letting her indulge in her weird eating habits, that is. Just the night before, she had gotten up in the middle of the night, suddenly hungry for pickles and cinnamon rolls. Fortunately, being Fire Lord meant I had an excellent kitchen staff on hand to feed Katara whatever she was in the mood for at any time.
I pressed my lips to her temple, tucking the blanket under her chin.
“Sleep tight.” I whispered, giving her another kiss as I gently rubbed her belly.
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