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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33965 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender, Avatar: The Legend of Korra, any historical figures or events, or easily recognizable persons, places or things. I make no profit from this work of fanfiction

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Chapter 7

Zuko rinsed his mouth and turned his attentions back to the Waterbender. Katara, you just raped her, can’t you remember her name? This time he was able to fight off the wave of nausea that rushed over him.
He had not been on the Ursa since he was a child but he remembered where they kept the bathing screens. He removed two and placed them in the room used for showering. Zuko turned on the water and attempted to go back to his victim. He threw up three more times before he gathered the nerve to face her.
“Katara, you can shower behind the screen. I’m going to find some clothes to change into,” Zuko advised quietly.
She remained curled in the small ball. She flinched when he reached for her.
“Katara, I’m sorry. I had to. Don’t you want to take a shower? You’ll feel better once you’re clean,” Zuko said gently lifting her and carrying her behind the screen.
He leaned her against the shower wall and walked to the large closets. He hung a set of towels over the screen and slid a bar of soap across the floor. He searched all of the closets but still didn’t find any of the robes his father normally kept on the ship. He found them in a drawer near the hot water heater. He’d forgotten the robes were always warm.
Zuko showered and called Katara’s name. She told him she was still dirty so he occupied the spot on the floor she’d vacated. Each time he asked if she was finished she’d give the same response. The bathing room was in the ship’s interior. The candles he’d lit had burned to the halfway down.
Zuko stood up and walked to the screen, “Katara are you finished bathing?”
“No, I’m still not clean,” she said quietly.
“Katara, you’ve been bathing for over an hour. You’re clean,” Zuko responded impatiently.
“I’ll never be clean again,” she whispered.
Zuko felt as though he’d been trying to summon lightning again only to have his efforts explode in his face. He made her feel dirty. It was his fault she had that feeling. “Katara, I’m coming in there.”
Zuko grabbed the largest towel and stepped around the screen. The water was glowing around Katara and the towel in her hand was red with blood. She was squatting beneath the spray scrubbing away bits of her skin. As soon as she opened a gash, the water would glow and close it again.
Zuko dropped the towel over her shoulders and held her arms until she stopped fighting him. He turned off the water then wrapped her in a second towel then wrapped the robe around her. Her legs gave out when he tried to help her stand.
Zuko lifted her bridal style and carried her back to his cabin. This time he was able to ignore the crew’s catcalls. When he made it back to his bedroom the sheets had been changed. He laid Katara on the bed hoping to be able to find something suitable for them to sleep in. This was his permanent room aboard his father’s ship so he knew which drawers to look in.
He found a pair of old swimming shorts and large cover up for Katara, but it was harder finding clothing to fit him. Eventually he settled for cutting the spare pillowcase into strips and forming a loin cloth from it. They would be arriving in the capital in the morning. The royal hair combers and personal valets would meet them outside the harbor with fresh clothing and everything needed to prepare them to look their best for arrival in Soizin city.
Katara was still huddled in the wet towel and robe even though Zuko had given her the clothing. He shook her gently. Her eyes were empty as she turned to face him.
“Katara, you have to change out of these wet clothes. There is a privacy screen in the corner. Can you walk over there or do you want me to carry you?”
Katara flinched away from him again. She picked up the clothes and waddled to the changing area. The wedge between her legs had moved upwards and it felt as though a torch had been shoved in her vagina increasing the pace at which her soul burned away. She put on the pants and pressed her legs closed. It did nothing to ease the sensation.
Something was there and something was missing.
Katara put on the tunic and waddled back across the room to the loveseat. She lay sideways and curled up in it. It was barely long enough to hold her in that position. It was too short for his legs. She’d be safe from him.
Zuko watched Katara. His mother had been a crusader against sexual violence against women. Whenever one of the servants was attacked at the palace she’d take him along to check on them. She had hoped that if he saw what those acts did to a woman he’d be less inclined to repeat them. He knew the technical name for what Katara was going through was the acute stage. His mother had called it processing. Katara’s mind was still trying to make sense of what happened. So was his. He ran to the basin again retching nothing but stomach acid.
A steward knocked on his door to announce dinner was served and Zuko asked that clear soup, rice, and tea blend of chamomile and St. John’s Wort be sent to his room along with a pain killer. He returned ten minutes later.
Zuko set the tray in front of Katara. “I know you’re not hungry, but try to eat. You need to keep up your strength for tomorrow. We’ll be arriving in the capital city and you’ll be meeting my father.”
Katara just looked through him so he tried a different approach. “You need to eat to keep up your strength for the Avatar and your brother. That tablet is a painkiller. It should help you.”
Zuko was able to force down a bit of broth after seeing her doing so. She finished eating – one bite of rice and four spoonfuls of broth – then took the pill. Zuko waited until she was asleep to put her in his bed. He finished both cups of tea and lay beside her.
Every time Zuko closed his eyes he heard her screaming and saw the blood on both of their genitals. He ordered the one of the stewards to bring two more painkillers and a sedative. He nudged Katara until she was awake enough to take another painkiller. She had been crying in her sleep. He took the second one and the sedative.
Hopefully they would be enough for him to force him into a dreamless sleep.
Author's Note - Thank you for reading and voting. This is my first Zutara fic and the number of hits and positives have really boosted my confidence about posting it.
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