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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 8
Katara woke when she began to feel Yue’s influence declining. She inhaled and exhaled deeply, cooling the air around her. Her mind was somewhat foggy and her limbs were heavy. She had been drugged. She remembered Zuko asking her to sleep with him. He raped her after she refused.
He walked her down a long hallway in front of the crew to different room. It was tiled instead of metal like the room they were currently in. There were empty pools and things sticking out of the ceiling in the back of the room. Water came out of them. Zuko gave her soap and towels then carried her out before she was clean. Katara frowned.
She had washed.
She remembered scrubbing off her skin in some places, but she wasn’t sure she if purged his semen. That part of her had hurt so badly that even her healing powers were unable to ease the pain. She remembered pushing the water inside her and letting it fall away. She couldn’t remember pushing it in, all the way in, then forming the small cyclone necessary for a complete cleansing before pulling it out again.
Katara pressed her legs together and tightened the muscles of her pelvic floor. She had washed, she had done nothing wrong. Why did she feel so filthy?

Zuko’s mind was still foggy when the Ursa’s horn blew. He sat up expecting that Katara would still be out of sorts, but the blue eyes staring into his were completely focused. “Katara, you’re awake. Did you sleep well?”
She ignored him in favor of ordering the events of the last evening. When they returned to the room he gave her clothes and food. He told her to keep up her strength then gave her some type of pill. She’d been drugged. She’d been raped and drugged and now the person who did it was asking if she slept well.
She kept her eyes trained on him. She was bound and her rapist was sitting on the bed beside her. The bulge between his legs was in clear view. She’d learned that boys woke up that way when she was younger, but this one was different from Sokka’s and Aang’s. Theirs were harmless. Even after nights spent fooling around and pressure to do more, even Jet’s had never held such menace.
The bed began to shake. Zuko realized where she was looking and pulled a pillow over his lap. His morning stiffness was scaring her. The bed was shaking because she was trembling in fear. She thought he was going to hurt her. It wasn’t his intention to frighten her. Zuko's voice was subdued when he spoke to her “Katara, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You don’t have to be afraid. I wake up like this. I’m not going to do anything to you with it. Do you need anything?”
She eyed him cautiously then replied “Water and to go to the bathroom,” after he released her and took several steps away from the bed still shielding his private area with the pillow.
“Okay, I’ll have some brought. Are you hungry? Do you think you can eat something?” Zuko asked pulling on the robe he’d worn from the bathing room. He didn’t wait for a response before walking to the door and ordering someone to bring two bowls of jook and two pitchers of water and one of tea.
Zuko pulled a chamber pot from behind a doorway across the room and carried it closer to the bed. He sat it on the floor and moved the privacy screen in front of it to block off a corner. “I’ll step in the hallway. Call my name when you’re finished.”
Katara checked the chamber pot hoping it would at least have some water at the bottom. It was empty. The whole room was devoid of any liquid except for a bottle of fire whiskey that sat on the cabinet. She couldn’t even wash up. She had no choice but to call the name of her captor, “Zuko,”
He stepped back in the room, “That was fast. I thought all girls took forever.”
Katara huffed in irritation, “Girls need more than just a pot to go to the bathroom. We aren’t boys and can’t just shake it off. We need items to clean up with after we are finished.”
Zuko’s eyes widened, “Oh…I…oh…um. Wait just a minute.” He hastily retreated from the room and female guard appeared.
Zuko freed her from the bed, but left the lead chain in place. He handed it to the guard and the woman held out her hand expectantly. “What do you want a tip or something?” Zuko groused not understanding what she needed.
“Girl, Zuko. Didn’t you notice that when you were raping me? I can’t go to the bathroom with my hands locked,” Katara explained angrily.
“Oh, right. I’m sorry,” Zuko said blushing sheepishly before turning to the guard. “I guess that’s why you’re holding your hand out…to get the key. Here it is.”
“Are you just going to stand there looking like an idiot or are you going to hand me my clothes?” Katara yelled.
Zuko jumped and the guard suppressed a giggle. Zuko picked up the pile of clothing and handed them to the Waterbender. He draped the other robe around her shoulders and tied it so her hands were sticking out of the gap in the front.
“Of all the stupid idiotic, moronic…” Katara muttered loudly as the guard led her from the room.
Katara was lead down the same hallway then down a level to the women’s washroom. The guard opened a stall door to reveal a water closet similar to the ones Katara had seen in the more metropolitan areas of her travels and on the Fire Nation ship they’d stolen after abandoning Ba Sing Se.
The woman removed what looked like cleansing papers that had been rolled onto a spool like cloth. The guard explained the spool was exactly what Katara thought they were as she freed one of Katara’s hands and chained the empty cuff to the metal holder for the cleansing cloths.
The guard closed the door and advised that when Katara was finished she would hand her the cloths beneath the stall and give her time to flush before opening the door. Katara was bending the water out of several toilets when the guard spoke up, “Prisoner, if you behave yourself I’ll allow you a proper shower. I am sure you want to rid yourself of our little prince’s touch.”
Katara dropped the water back in the toilets. The woman laughed when she heard the splashes. Katara announced she was finished and as promised the woman led her farther back into the room. These walls also had the same sticks and disks protruding from them.
She showed Katara how to work the nozzles and announced she would have ten minutes. Katara grabbed a bar of soap and created a thick lather which hurriedly she bent over herself. She asked the guard for her clothing and washed them out.
She threw up while washing the blood from her pants and wraps. Zuko hadn’t removed them completely before raping her. He’d only pulled them down far enough to give him access to her parts. They twisted around her ankles when he made her stand up and she’d been forced to step out of them to avoid being tripped.
“Here, use this,” one of the women who’d come in to bathe said kindly while giving her a brown bottle. “We primarily use it for medicinal purposes to remove infection and cleanse our teeth but it also takes blood and other organic stains out of clothing.”
“Thank you,” Katara said quietly. This time when she mixed the liquid the woman called peroxide with the soap the rust colored marks came out. Katara rinsed her clothes then bended the water out and got dressed.

Author's note: Thank you for reading.
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