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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 87
Chu-hua’s heart raced. Zuko was covered in blood, he was unusually calm and his eyes were vacant. He was in shock. She’d told him to kill the Waterbender. As a boy, Zuko had been kindhearted, eager to please, and prone to fits of temper like his mother. She’d kept in touch with Iroh over the years and knew that hadn’t changed. The boy often flew into fits of rage carelessly damaging property and sometimes injuring others, only to regret it later but he had not killed. He had not killed. She hoped her crack about Ozai hadn’t been what finally pushed him over the edge. Zuko was all that was left of her favorite younger cousin. Azula had her face and gender, but the girl was all Ozai.
“Zuko, I’ll have the water turned back on. Where is the Waterbender?” the admiral replied evenly.
He frowned slightly and twisted his blood stained lips before speaking, “Katara is sleeping. I think I may have been a little too rough with her.”
“Let’s get Bingwen and go check on her,” the admiral said extending her hand and ushering Zuko to the ship’s doctor.
As soon as they were gone, Azula grabbed, Mai and Ty Lee, “Come on, I want to see her.”
She was expecting to see burns, stab, wounds, signs of a physical fight, and a cowed but sleeping Waterbender. She wasn’t expecting to see a battered half naked girl laying spread eagle on a broken table with a torn and bleeding vagina, “What did Zuko do?”
“He raped her.”
Azula didn’t realize she’d spoken aloud until Mai answered her. She was familiar with rape and rape victims. She’d been taught that rape, the forcible insertion of a penis or phallic object, was an acceptable war tactic to subdue the enemy and break their spirit. Living in the palace she’d learned that rape victims, female and male, made the best servants through observation. They were jumpy, shrank away from their betters and tried to remain invisible at all cost. They did their duties with utmost haste and quickly disappeared.
The Kyoshi women didn’t look like this after she’d told her soldiers to rape them. Their clothes may have been a little worse for wear, and they were bruised and limping, but they were clean. Not torn and bloody; so was the Water Tribe boy. This wasn’t rape she was looking at. This was something more sinister.
“No, he did something different. Those Kyoshi peasants didn’t look like that. Uncle must have taught him a new kind of punishment. He used to be a respectable soldier and true son of Azulon when he was younger,” the princess insisted.
“Maybe she’s on her period and he still wanted to have sex. I heard that she was bleeding in the hallway the other night after he gave her his first,” Ty Lee said twisting her lips. Like all Fire Nation girls of noble breeding she was taught men bedded women of lower status for pleasure and saved their wives for heirs and true affection. Before her betrothal was consummated her mother told her that only whores gave in without a token protest but too much ignited a man’s passion to the point of overexcitement.
“Maybe Katara fought him too hard and that made him really want her,” Ty Lee added sharing her mother’s wisdom before she realized to whom she was speaking. “Oh, I’m sorry Mai, I forgot he’s your fiancé.”
Affairs were to be handled with discretion and not mentioned to the slighted party.
The taller girl looked at her two friends and back to the girl Zuko ravaged. She wasn’t much older, but Azula and Ty Lee were still unthinkably naïve. She’d been taught that same drivel at the Royal Fire Academy for Girls, but her mother had made sure she knew how to differentiate between truth, lies, and what was useful.
“Come on, let’s go,” Mai said blandly. Her mother also frequently reminded her that Zuko was not just the son of Ursa.
If she ever wanted to become Fire Lady she must not show, surprise, anger, disgust or judgment when Zuko finally proved he was the son of Ozai. It was best that she turn a blind eye whenever he chose to display any possible number of traits passed down through a long line of authoritative rulers. At least now she no longer had to wonder about his type of madness or the depth of his cruelty.

“I’m going to my room to wash off,” Zuko said continuing to his room as Chu-hua stopped in front of the infirmary.
“Why did you make me do that to you?” he asked the unconscious Waterbender as he lifted her and carried her the short distance to the shower.
He turned on the water and let it get hot, then lowered the temperature. She wasn’t a Firebender and he liked his showers scalding. He stepped in and sat down leaning against the back wall. He pulled her back against his chest and draped her knees over his so that her legs were spread. She was a healer, maybe she could heal herself.
He splashed water onto her face, “Katara, Katara, wake up. You need to heal yourself. Please wake up. Wake up Katara, please. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. I only wanted you to understand what the men would do to you. Wake up please and heal yourself.”
When the ship’s commander and doctor entered the room and saw the broken table and pool of blood it painted a bleaker picture of what had happened. They feared the worst when they saw the prince crying beneath the spray and begging the girl to wake up.
“Prince Zuko, let me examine her,” Bingwen offered stepping closer to the shower.
“No, she’s mine, don’t touch her,” Zuko snarled possessively putting his torso between Katara and Bingwen.
“I have to touch her to examine her. You can and Chu-hua can come with me to make sure I don’t do anything improper,” Bingwen said taking a step back.
“She’s a healer. She can heal herself,” Zuko explained nuzzling his cheek against Katara’s.
“That may be true, but right now she’s not awake. Let’s get her to one of the tubs in the medical area. That would probably clean her off faster than the shower. I’ll get a blanket to cover her and you can carry her,” the admiral said gently.
Zuko agreed and allowed Bingwen to take Katara long enough for him to get out of the shower.
“Wait a minute, Little Duckling, you’re wet and will catch a cold wondering around like that. Put on this robe and these slippers that way you’ll be ready for the baths when we get there.” Chu-hua suggested distracting Zuko so Bingwen could do a preliminary examination. Her shoulders sagged in relief when he confirmed the girl was still breathing.
“Little Duckling? My mom used to call me that,” Zuko admitted while trying to pull his pants off without removing his single boot.
“I know. That is also what I used to call her. When we were children she’d follow me around like a baby turtleduck would follow its mother,” She smiled before instructing Zuko to sit down so she could remove his shoe. He obeyed and didn’t make a single fuss when she removed his pants and shirt or when she helped him stand and don the robe.
Chu-hua brewed a citrus tea blend strong enough to mask the sedatives and gave it to Zuko. He drank two cups of it while listening to stories of her and his mother’s childhood while she removed the splinters from his hands, knees, cheeks and forehead. When he was unconscious Bingwen examined him.
“One thing is for certain, the Water Tribe girl put up a fight,” the aged physician muttered sadly while popping Zuko’s shoulder back into place.
There wasn’t much he could do for the bruises covering his body; some of them bearing clear knee, hand, heel, and footprints. He could only wrap his broken ribs and sprained ankle. He stitched Zuko’s torn earlobe and eyelid. He removed her fingernails from the numerous gouges in his skin and scalp then disinfected the injuries before covering them with a fast healing ointment. He did the same thing for his scraped knees, elbows, and penis. Thankfully he hadn’t ripped his foreskin and serious abrasions were his only sexual injury.
The girl wasn’t so lucky. Bingwen had seen women give birth with less tearing. The blood between her legs was abnormally thick and abundant so the physician took several cultures of it.
Zuko was proven right about her healing abilities. He’d been cleaning her with sterile water to determine the extent of the damage when her vagina started glowing and the ripped flesh began to repair itself. Even in her unconscious state his assistants had to hold her down when he inserted the nozzled water bottle to cleanse her internally. Six gallons later the water ran clear and her genitalia bore no outwardly visible signs of injury. Satisfied the most traumatic part of her treatment was complete he moved onto her other injuries: severe bruising on both thighs, pubis, back and her tailbone. When she awoke he’d be able to determine if they, like several of her fingers and toes were broken.
He’d already pulled several fingernail particles out of Zuko’s skin so he wasn’t surprised to see exposed nailbeds, raw knuckles or that some of her fingertips had split open. He placed her hands in water, but apparently she was only able to heal the worse of her injuries instinctively. He gently cleansed and wrapped them with the same fast healing ointment he used on the prince then gave her knees, ankles, elbows, and heels the same treatment.
Unlike Zuko, whose face was one massive injury, Katara’s facial damage was minimal. Her jaw was swollen and her lips were cracked and bloodied, but he’d seen the open bite marks on Zuko; those were defensive injuries. He rolled her onto her stomach and performed a spinal exam and checked the large knot on the back of her head before removing the splinters from her back and buttocks.

Both had concussions and would need monitoring throughout the night. Bingwen dismissed his assistants and took the first shift. He accepted Chu-hua’s offer of “General Iroh’s calming tea compliments of Fan” and looked at his sleeping charges, “They are children Chu-hua. What type of world have we adults created to produce such violent children? I left the battlefield because I could no longer stomach the carnage, but this…I served under Azulon when he expanded the colonies in the Earth Kingdom. This is among the worse I have ever seen.”
She laughed harshly, revealing the secret of her own legend, “This is why I kill females and all young reasonably attractive males. Admiral Blood, my blade drips with the life force of those I deem unworthy of death by Firebending. It would have been better if our kind hearted prince had allowed me to put the Water Tribe siblings out of their misery before they learned the word’s true meaning.”
The battle hardened woman took another swig of her tea, wishing Fan had put more alcohol in it, “Isn’t it ironic that Azula is the only one of Avatar Roku’s descendants who didn’t become a monster in the name of mercy?”
The doctor sighed and checked his patients’ vital statistics. He knew better than to answer some questions. He returned to his book and hours later allowed his assistant to take over without protest even thought he knew he wouldn’t get any sleep that night.
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