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Borealis: A Zutara Story	By : jaded_priceless Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > AU/AR - Alternate Universe/Alternate Reality Views: 33524 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 82
Warning: Maiko
Mai was sitting at her desk sharpening her knives when Zuko arrived in her room. She put them away then walked across the room and slapped him, “The Waterbender Zuko! I’m your fiancé. You broke up with me in a letter then give your first sowing to that Water Tribe whore and make me listen as you toast her!”
“She’s not a whore. Her name is Katara,” Zuko said defensively.
Mai’s expression darkened, “Do you even realize what you’ve done? Azula has your bedding. She knows I’m still a virgin. She intends to use that to take the crown from you. We have to consummate our betrothal before that happens.”
Zuko looked at her incredulously, “Is that what you wanted that was so important? To tell me that Azula intends to take the crown from me? Azula has always intended to take the crown from me. I’ve known that since we were children.”
“You don’t understand Zuko. Now she has the means to. Deflower me. We can say you opened me before you went to the Waterbender. It will be our word against hers. When we get back to Omashu I’ll have the physician do an exam to confirm I’ve lost my maidenhead. This close together they shouldn’t be able to say for certain if you took me or that wh… peasant first.” Mai insisted.
“Why now, Mai?” Zuko questioned, “You threw me out the other day. When I was banished you didn’t reply to one of my letters. I told you of my itinerary, you could have sent your response to the next port.”
“I was thirteen, my parents didn’t allow it. I had no way of knowing if you were coming back and there was talk of finding another arrangement,” she said justifying her actions.
Zuko said nothing. He’d known Mai since they were children. Her parents didn’t allow her sneaking out to ride the basilisk lizards or learning to throw knives with Mu but she did it anyway. How convenient she’d chosen that issue to show obedience.
“We were in the Fire Nation for almost two months. You did everything you could to ensure we had chaperones. Most of the time when we were alone it was during your cycle and the rare times you weren’t bleeding you refused me. Two days ago you didn’t trust me. Why is it so important now that our engagement becomes official?”
“Don’t act dumb Zuko, you know why. You’ve worked hard to regain your father’s favor and place as his heir. I was wrong to doubt you. You were right, we have grown apart and there are times when I feel like I don’t know you. But I want to get to know this new you. I want us to get married one day as well. I want to be your Fire Lady. Don’t let all you’ve gone through be for nothing. You’ll be disowned if your father finds out your first time was with the Waterbender,” Mai hissed angrily.
Zuko watched as his ex-girlfriend and the fianceé his grandfather chose for him opened her shirt then removed the lower half of her clothing. A few short weeks ago he would have killed to see her undressing in front of him, now that she’d shown her true colors he wanted nothing to do with her. He sat on the bed and ran his fingers along his scalp, tugging at his hair.
He raised his head and looked in the mirror at his scar.
“Deflower me, Zuko,” Mai said in the same apathetic fashion as she lowered herself into his lap and began to kiss the right side of his face.
She always kissed the right side of his face. She would sit on the left side of his face, she would even lay her head against the left side of his face, but she only kissed the right side or the center; the unblemished parts. Zuko pressed his lips against hers and slid his tongue in her mouth as one hand crept towards her breast. He parted from her lips, kissing his way down her neck and back up to nibble on her earlobe so that her head was next to the left side of her face.
Mai repeated his actions in reverse so that she was back on his right side. He grabbed her hand, kissed her palm and pressed it against the left side of his face. She flinched but caught herself before snatching it away. She waited a few seconds then lowered it to stroke him through his pants.
Zuko leaned back and rocked against Mai’s clinical ministrations. With the exception of being mostly naked, every time she touched him it was like this. He looked over his shoulder into the mirror at the scar that disfigured him.
“What’s wrong with you Zuko?” Mai asked gripping his penis. Normally he’d be rock hard before she ever touched it. She’d been stroking it for several minutes and he was only at half-mast.
Zuko brought her free hand to his scar and chuckled harshly before replying, “You’ll have to work harder than that, Mai. Katara has already taken care of me three times this morning.”
This time she snatched her hand back making no effort to hide her disgust. Zuko kissed her cheek and gently lifted her off his lap, “You were the one person at court that I was certain wanted me and not my title. Thank you for showing me my error.”
“Zuko, Zuko, wait!” Mai cried frantically.
He kept walking. When he first saw the extent of his father’s damage his uncle had said a wise man knows how to turn his handicap into his greatest asset. Many women wanted the crown and not the man who wore it. If he used it properly the scar would help him tell the difference. His own fianceé turned away from it. While they were underneath Ba Sing Se, Katara, his enemy willingly touched it and offered to heal it. This was just one more thing to add to the list of apologizes which he owed his uncle.
Another thing to add to the list of apologies he owed Katara.
He was so lost in his thoughts he didn’t realize he’d arrived back at the kitchen until Fan called out to him.
“Zuko, I find myself with the dilemma of leftovers. Do an old man a favor and deliver them to the prisoners. I have to watch this wok so I’m unable to guard Miss Katara. Can you take her with you,” Fan said slyly shoving Zuko two bowls.
He was about to refuse when he saw the flash of hope in her eyes, “Rice thing. In exchange acting as your personal errand boy I would like to have the rice thing for dinner tonight.”
“I’ll make your damn rice thing, now go take those boys some food.”

Katara’s smile and genuine thanks eased some of the sting of Mai’s rejection but Zuko was still hurting. She’d always faced him head on and wasn’t afraid to touch his scar. She didn’t think he was a monster because of his appearance, only because of his acts. He was still thinking how his childhood friend and supposed fiancée had turned away from him so easily when he sat on the couch and pulled her into his lap, “Touch me, please.”
Katara stiffened. She didn’t the desperate way Zuko sounded or what he was asking.
“Please Katara, will you touch me like you did in the catacombs under Ba Sing Se when you offered to heal me,” Zuko pled lowering his head so the Waterbender wouldn’t see that he was almost crying.
“Zuko?” Katara placed her hand on his left cheek and let her fingers slide over the unnaturally smooth skin of his scar before sliding them under his chin and lifting his head to face her.
A part of Katara crowed in triumph that when she saw the wounded look in his eyes and the unshed wetness, another part, the part that led her to offer her trust to him in the first place wondered what had happened to hurt him in such a short time. The warrior in her wondered how she could use his pain to her advantage.

Author’s Note: Fanfic math New boss = job I loved is now the job I hate = posting more chapters for anyone reading whose life has suddenly took a turn towards this sucks. Happy Friday.
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