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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 86
To Zuko this was just like the Firebending demonstrations when he was younger. He was humiliated and surrounded by people laughing. Katara was still chuckling and calling out that Appa liked apples, moon peaches and melons when Zuko grabbed her arm and drug her below deck, his temper steadily rising as the crew’s continued laughter taunted him down the stairs.
Katara tried to pull her arm out of his grip, “Let me go, you’re hurting me. Stop, Zuko, you’re hurting me.”
Zuko ignored her pleas, his body temperature rising as his sister, who’d seen him tumble backwards down the stairs, said “Looks like my pets aren’t the only ones that want to get away Zuzu. Maybe I should take charge of that one since like everything else you’re utterly incapable of doing so.”
Zuko was incensed as he reached into his spit soaked shirt and removed the key to the door. He tossed Katara inside and locked it instructing her to sit down and be quiet. He leaned against the door, clenching his eyes into a tight squint forcing himself to remember what his uncle taught him about deep calming breaths.
The upper arm of her tunic was scorched. Katara pulled it off to check her skin. There was a vivid red hand print circling her bicep, “You burned me.”
She turned her eyes from her injury to the prince leaning against the door paying no attention to her to what she was saying. The pain turned into anger. She stalked over to him, raising her arm and displaying her injury, “You burned me.”
Zuko knocked her arm out of his face, “Leave me alone.”
Katara got in his face yelling, accenting each of her words with a shove, “Why should I leave you alone? Because your little girlfriend’s mad because of what you did to me? Because I kicked you down the stairs to go check on Appa? You don’t leave me alone when I want you to leave me alone. You didn’t leave us alone at the South Pole or at Kyoshi Island, or at the Herbalist Institute or at the convent or at the North Pole or any of the other places you chased us over the past year.”
“You didn’t leave me alone this morning, the night before last or the night before that or any of the times when I was begging and crying for you to get away from me. Why should I leave you alone now?” she demanded shoving him hard enough for his head to hit the doorway.
Zuko pushed her away and turned towards the restroom, “Just get away from me, stupid peasant. I’m trying to help you.”
“Trying to help me? How, by burning me? By raping me?” Katara yelled pushing him in the back.
“By keeping you away from the crew, this is nothing compared to what could have happened if someone other than Mu would have found you,” Zuko yelled turning toward her.
“Waterbender on a boat in the middle of the ocean; what can a few Firebenders do?” She retorted noticing the cleaning crew had missed a few drops of spilled liquor beneath the cabinet. They were quickly frozen into darts and flung at Zuko’s neck.
He brought his hand to his neck. She’d drawn blood. Zuko stalked forward forming a fist, “Do you really want to know what they would have done?”
Katara panicked looking around for more water. She called some in through the porthole to block what she thought would be a fire ball. The liquid surrounding his hand did little to lessen the impact of the right hook. She staggered backwards. He slammed her onto the small coffee table in front of the love seat. Before she could get her bearings he was on her.
He let her fight. He didn’t move to stop a single blow as he slammed his elbow against the insides of her kneecaps temporarily stunning the joints. He forced her thighs apart then pinned them with his knees. The dagger his uncle had given him made thin red lines in her skin as he cut off her clothes to expose her breasts and vagina. He tossed it out of her reach before opening his pants and stroking himself to erection. He lowered his head and bit her shoulder as he crammed his dick in her.
He pulled most of the ways and slammed into her again, “Do you understand now, peasant? This is what happens to pretty little prisoners on Fire Nation ships. Waterbender or not, you’re still just a foolish little girl too weak to keep a stronger man from shoving his dragon your phoenix. ”
Each blow to his head was countered with one between her legs. Every bite, kick, scratch, knee, elbow, and headbutt went unblocked as Zuko focused on causing her as much pain as possible. He said nothing else, felt nothing else; not the moment when she finally stopped fighting, or when she simply passed out or even went he went flaccid. He just kept slamming into her over and over and over until he forgot what he was doing or why he was doing it in the first place.

Zuko vaguely registered the rhythmic scraping noises moments before he realized his knees were starting to burn. He stopped moving, the scraping stopped. He rose to his elbows and winced. His penis hurt, so did his knees, hips, and back. The peasant was beneath him asleep. Her jaw was swollen. Her lips were split. There were dried tears on her face. Her shirt was cut open. There was something sticky between them.
It was blood.
They were lying in a small puddle of blood. He could taste it. There was blood on his hands, her hands, his forearms, his thighs, her thighs, his penis, her vagina. His pants were down, hers had been cut open. Why did she make me do that?
His head hurt, he raised his hand to rub it and something tickled his face, he lowered it. Hair - several long strands of brown hair were wrapped around his hand. Stupid peasant, why couldn’t she have just listened?
He pushed himself away from her, obtaining a large splinter in the process. The table had collapsed. When did that happen? He sat on the small sofa and looked down at her through the bloody fingers covering his face. Why did she make me do that? All I want to do was help her; to protect her. Why did she make me hurt her like that?
He propped his elbow on the arm of his couch and scratched his head in confusion. What should he do now? Uncle would know. Uncle would probably tell him that the even the rats aboard his ship cleaned their own nests.
Zuko stood. The cabin rippled. He made his way to the bathroom on legs made of custard and turned on the shower. Nothing happened. Chu-hua made good on her promise of turning off the water. He remembered to tuck himself in and pull up his pants before stumbling into the hallway. People rapidly cleared a path. He was grateful; his dangling left eyelid was partially blocking his vision.
The bridge personnel gasped and stared.
There standing in the doorway was a bloody Prince Zuko. His face, neck and torso were covered in scratches, knots and bruises. His shirt was torn. His pants were partially open and the knees were worn out. He was missing a boot. Even Azula and her cronies were speechless. Mai turned away, Ty Lee closed her eyes but allowed her tears to freely fall. The princess tilted her head trying to reconcile the image in front of her to her weak brother; disheveled or not at that moment he seemed more like their father after the Agni Kai three years ago.
Zuko bowed politely, “Admiral Chu-hua, I apologize for my words and actions earlier and those of my prisoner. Would you please instruct the engineers to restore water to my cabin for the next hour or so? I need to clean up.”

MimiFeye: Thank you for your kind words. I promise things will get better between them but it won’t be easy or anytime soon. I hope that you continue to have patience and bear with me until it gets to that point.
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