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Bitter Alliance	By : Looneyluna Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Katara/Zuko Views: 31138 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Six –

As I sit next to Katara, I rest my hand on her taut belly, praying to Agni that my seed has taken root within her. I long to tell her that Toph is alive…that there is hope for us all.

After being healed by a Waterbender, Toph and Jeong Jeong took me into a cavern that looked like a medium-sized village. People pointed at me, some spitting while others threw rocks. They shouted epithets, venting their anger of being driven underground.

I bowed my head, ashamed of my own weakness and cowardice. I bided my time, waiting for them to reveal what they wanted of me and plotting my escape. I had to return to Katara.

“I never betrayed you,” I whispered to Toph, whose grip on my arm tightened.

“Shut the fuck up!” she hissed, almost jerking my arm out of its socket.

“I love her,” I tried to plead my case, but Toph hit me upside my head so hard that I saw spots. “If you do anything, please go back for Katara and Sokka. Save them as you have saved me.”

Her grip on my arm tightened painfully, but I made no move to resist her.

“Saved you?” she scoffed. “Is that what you think I did?”

“Toph!” Jeong Jeong growled in warning as we entered a mud hut. “He is baiting you. Do not speak to him any more.”

I was tossed onto the ground in the middle of what appeared to be a damp cell. “What do you want?” I addressed Jeong Jeong, finally realizing where I’d seen his face before – on Fire Nation wanted posters.

“Information, of course,” the Firebender stated simply. “Then you will be executed.”

The news did not surprise me. “I will give you whatever information you have in exchange for Katara and Sokka.”

“You are in no position to negotiate,” replied Jeong Jeong.

“There are two innocent lives at stake,” I pleaded. “Possibly three! My father has charged me with siring a child, possibly the next Avatar.”

“The Avatar is dead,” the man said sullenly. “The cycle was broken.”

I shifted uncomfortably, my shoulders aching as I pulled on the bindings. “The Fire Sages have predicted his return, born of two benders before the end of the winter solstice.”

“Aang is dead!” Toph’s voice cracked with emotion. “And you’re to blame!”

As I prepared to receive another blow from my former friend’s rage, a soft breeze caressed my cheek. An old woman dressed in yellow and orange robes approached me, shuffling her feet as she did so.

“Be careful, Mahari,” Jeong Jeong warned the old woman. “He is regaining his strength. I feel the fire within him.”

“You are an Air Nomad,” I observed, taking in the old woman’s appearance. A spark of hope leapt to life in my saddened soul. There was something about seeing her robes that eased the ache that had settled over me.

“No,” she replied. “I was born into an Earth Kingdom home, but have adopted the customs of the Air Nomads. I am of the earth and air. I have water within my body and a fire within my soul. I wear the robes of the Air Nomads so that people do not forget. It is so easy to forget.

“The people have forgotten what the sky looks like,” the woman continued, clutching my chin and looking into my eyes. “They have forgotten hope. Much like you have.”

I felt tears spill down my cheeks as I gazed into her soul – a soul so much like my uncle’s. I listened to her words, embracing my grief over the last few years, letting her wash the guilt away that had crippled me for so long.

“He is not our enemy,” Mahari stated after gazing into my eyes. “He is the protector of the people, the one who will make things right. We must return him immediately. If the one who balances him is harmed, his life is forfeit.”

“What!” Toph raged.

“Silent, Earthbender,” the sage scolded her, but continued to seek answers in my soul. “He is tied to his father, the depths of his sire’s insanity draining his strength. He was powerless, but no more.”

Mahari smirked, smoothing her palm along my scarred cheek. “But I give him hope.”

“Yes,” I whispered.

“We must help him if we are to restore the balance,” the old woman stated, moving away and righting her robes.

After having convinced them of my sincerity for their cause and my willingness to betray my father and nation, they released me. They realized that a spy would be more useful than a dead Fire Nation Prince.

I only made one demand of them – that they help me get Sokka and Katara to safety. I insisted that Sokka be saved first, knowing that my lover would never leave her brother behind.

It would be a tricky venture, getting him out of his cell and into the earth. I hid the mix of herbs that the mystic gave me in a small niche of loose stone – a hiding place I had discovered as a child. When the time was right, I would give Sokka the herbs.

When I returned, my father questioned me thoroughly. He was suspicious of my absence and angry that I had neglected “the Waterbender.”

I now bear the punishment of his wrath on my back. I am tired, but I cannot sleep. The pain of the fire whip still stings my flesh. I wince as I try to get comfortable.

“What is it?” Katara murmurs sleepily. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s nothing,” I reply softly.

She touches me, her hands seeking the flesh of my sex.

Smacking her hands away, I lie down on my side, facing away from her. “I’m not in the mood. Go back to sleep.”

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I smell blood and touch his back, my hand encountering the evidence of his father’s cruelty. “What happened?”

He sits up and moves away from me. “What do you care?” he asks.

I hear the pain in his voice and move to gather some water. “I can heal you.”

With a feral growl, he backs me against the wall. “Don’t touch me, Water Witch!” he commands cruelly. “If I want anything from you, I’ll take it.”

His words scare me. His breath is against my neck as he leans into me.

“Remember the walls,” he whispers close to my ear, reminding me of the spies who haunt our every move.

I push him away gently, then stomp across the room and turn the lever to increase the flame on a nearby lamp. I pour water from the pitcher into the basin and summon the liquid around my hands.

Approaching him, I touch his back and send forth the healing properties of my element. “Believe me, Prince Zuko,” I say scathingly. “If it were up to me, I would let you suffer. But I need your seed.”

I run my hands and water across his back, hearing his gasp of pain as the skin grafts back together. “Thank you,” he whispers.

There is motion in the shadows and the sound of someone clearing their throat. The fear that that had become my constant companion roars its ugly head. What if the observer had heard his words of gratitude?

As if Zuko realizes his mistake, he turns on me, grasping my wrists and pushing me against a pillar. He tears my robe open and lifts one of my legs. I can feel his arousal against my stomach as he pushes his trousers down and pretends to conquer me.

“You want my seed?” he hisses against my ear. “Then take it.”

I wiggle against him and he lifts me so that I am a cradle for his body. His hardened flesh rubs against my stomach as he continues to pretend. “I need you,” I pant softly as I nibble his earlobe.

He lifts me as I wrap my legs around his waist. His member probes my folds and I close my eyes in ecstasy as I sink onto his fleshy rod.

The coupling is frantic and furious and he pants his apologies against my neck, which he is marking with his kiss.

I throw my head back and moan as oblivion consumes me. With a strong succession of thrusts, Zuko meets his release.

He whispers nonsensical words, shuddering against my slick body. Reluctantly, he releases me, pulling his pants up and walking away.

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