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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 34026 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 64
Zuko nodded and opened the door. He walked next her telling her which way to turn to get to the spa. His route was even more labyrinthine than Ty Lee’s taking her up and back down multiple sets of stairs before she finally felt water that was different from the sea around them.
Just as Zuko said, it was empty. Katara refused his offer to set up the bathing screens. She let the tears fall as she placed them in the configuration that would place her beneath multiple showers. Zuko had brought her a basket filled with towels, soap and shampoo before disrobing on the other side of the screen.
Katara bent his semen out of her body then focused on the water coming from the nozzle he was using and sharpened several of the droplets so they’d slice his skin. She returned her attentions to cleansing and healing herself before giving him a few more paper thin injuries and washing again.
When the water on the other side of her shut off, Katara shifted into a bending stance and did several katas to loosen her muscles. Zuko would be expecting her to attack in the spa room, so she couldn’t shove the water up his nostrils and into his mouth to drown him where he stood. She focused on finding the areas that were still stiff and sore and healing them so she’d be ready tonight to end him.
She meant every word when she said it would be the last time he touched her. Sokka’s words earlier had made their impact. Take care of herself, don’t worry about him or Aang. Zuko would die before morning and the spirit world was the one place she really didn’t care if he took her with him. Satisfied she was loose, limber and pain free she wrapped herself in the towel and stepped from behind the screen.
Zuko was in the pool that had restorative waters so she sat in the one enhanced with minerals for relaxing. She was almost asleep when she began to hear faint singing. She opened her eyes and looked around, but she and Zuko were alone in the room. This song was different from the one last night. She recognized the words for rest, baby, and love so she deduced it was a lullaby. She awoke with a start to find Zuko lifting her from the water.
“You fell asleep and your head was starting to go under,” he explained handing her a robe.
Katara dressed and Zuko bound her hands before leading her back to the room. He’d already turned her into a liar once tonight. He’d touched her to prevent her from drowning. Drowning wouldn’t have been so bad. Becoming one for with her element for infinity was preferable to his hands on her. They walked back to the room in silence, this time the route was more direct, but she still didn’t recognize any of the markers until they were right outside the door.
When they went inside Zuko pulled a pair of silk pajamas from one of his drawers. He pulled the bottoms on beneath the robes they’d left the bathing room in and gave Katara the top to sleep him. Her untied her left hand and turned his back to give her privacy to change.
“Are you dressed?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
Zuko kept his eyes lowered as looped the other end of the plush belt back around her right hand and led her to the bed. He pulled back the covers not surprised they’d been changed and gestured for her to get in. Zuko removed his robe and joined her then quickly got back out of bed.
Her hands were tied, but the robes and belts were one size fits all which gave her enough room for comfort as well as to strangle him while was sleeping. He removed the sash from the robe he’d just pulled off and returned to bed.
Katara climbed in obediently and huddled against the wall in fetal position. She felt the mattress sink, rise and sink. A ball lodged itself in her throat. Zuko was reaching for her again. She rolled over bringing both fist up to waylay him. Her feet were unfettered so she kicked him. “Get off me!”
“Stop, I’m not trying to do anything. You’re not wearing underwear. Stop kicking,” Zuko rasped backing away from the water bender. Katara squeezed her legs together and glared at him.
“Give me your hands. I need to make sure you can’t kill me while we’re sleeping.” Zuko requested as he wound the belt around his left wrist.
She eyed him warily and flinched when he reached forward.
He withdrew his hand and ran it through his hair in frustration and shame. “I’m not going to do what I did earlier. I just…I’m sorry. It’s illegal to accost a royal concubine. It has to be done to keep you as my concubine. Deceiving you like that was a terrible thing to do but it was for your own safety.”
Zuko sighed heavily. She wasn’t supposed to be afraid of him. He should have known better than to think she’d be grateful for what had to be done to place her under his protection. He had seen enough servants who had been raped by noblemen to have known how she would feel about it. How she would feel about him.
Rape was common practice that was viewed as a privilege of being born noble. As far as he knew his father never partook of the practice but he didn’t condemn it so it continued to happen. His mother hated the idea that men of privilege would face no consequences for rape so long as the woman was below their status. It was one of the social causes she truly championed. Ursa didn’t want him to grow up believing in that idea so she showed him just what rape did to a woman. He was nine and the girl being tending to by the physician wasn’t much older.
He never forgot the bruises on her body, the blood, the look on her face, or her sobs. She still worked at the palace and years later she always seemed to shy away from men and attempt to shrink into the shadows. Zuko knew that if she were alive his mother would never forgive him, no matter how pure his intentions.
He tossed the end of the sash to her. “Katara, please, just loop it around the one binding your hands and throw it back.”
Katara was careful to keep the cords between her wrists straight so they wouldn’t tangle as she wound them together and tossed the end of the leash back to her captor.
“Thank you,” Zuko used a sailor’s knot to anchor it to his wrist. He flopped down on his stomach. “Goodnight, Katara, try to get some sleep.”
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Borealis: A Zutara Story