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Katara of the Southern Water Tribe ([info]k_waterbender) wrote in [info]mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-10-28 21:43:00

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Entry tags:complete, day 20, katara, zuko

Day Twenty
Who: Katara and Zuko
When: Day 20 ; Late Afternoon
What: Katara confronts Zuko
Where: Building A - Zuko’s room
Rating: PG-13
Status: Complete


After healing Toph’s wounds, trimming her singed hair, and acquiring the story of how she came to look like she’d been attacked by a firebender, Katara set out after Zuko. Would he attack her, too? Yes. If he hadn’t remembered Toph, he would remember her. They had met in the South Pole when Zuko came to claim Aang. That was how they had discovered Aang was the Avatar. They had met again in the North Pole where Katara had defeated him to save Aang after the Fire Prince had first knocked her out to kidnap the then-twelve-year-old. Did he remember the Crystal Catacombs? That was doubtful. Why would he feel the need to still capture the Avatar if he did remember that?

Would he recognize her? She had aged, but she was still the same woman. If the former leader of the Southern Raiders could recognize her after she had aged six years from a child to a teenager, Zuko should be able to recognize her after five years of aging from a teen into a woman, especially because the differences would be less sharp.

Despite the fact that the golems had refused to help her find Vincent, she needed them to help her find Zuko. After all, he could be anywhere, including the forest where Toph had seen him. There were simply too many options in too large a space to search for the Fire Lord.

The golem she found happened to be made of clay. His graceful movements were nothing like a human’s, but they seemed strange for one made of an earthen substance rather than flesh and bone. He led her over the grounds to building A. Yes, the Planet probably foresaw troubles if an enraged and unremembering Zuko was to be in the same building as Katara and Toph. His building wasn’t even among the same cluster of three as the female benders.

As she entered the building, following the golem, her heart began to beat faster. Too many questions swirled through her mind, and her fingers subconsciously moved to touch one of two full water skins as if to comfort herself with its presence. Zuko had become one of the greatest masters of firebending over the years she had known him. Ever since he and Aang had gone on that trip so Aang could learn firebending and Zuko could learn to fuel his firebending with emotions other than anger, the Fire Lord had progressed quickly. Even wounded, Katara suspected her friend would be powerful. If only she knew.

She stood in front of his door, heart beating rapidly beneath her breast. His was the first door, number one hundred. Katara stood there for a moment, unmoving. She hardly noticed the golem’s departure. At last she raised her fist to knock, but she paused. The key was in the door. Why would he do that?

Using the key, Katara tentatively unlocked the door and turned the knob while pushing at the wood. The door swung open to reveal a Fire Navy ship-like room. She hardly had to turn her head to see Zuko lying on the cold steel of the floor, passed out- most likely from weariness and pain. He hadn't even made it to the bed.

From the way he lay, the healer knew his right foot was the wounded one, but she could see the dark blood that had oozed from the wound. Even in sleep the body was mindful of wounds. A wave of compassion wound over her. She wanted to heal her wounded friend, for she still viewed him as such. She didn’t like to see him hurt. The last time he had been severely wounded had been when he had tried to save her from Azula’s lightening. It had taken a while to fully heal him again, but she was eternally grateful that he had almost sacrificed himself for her.

Subconsciously, her feet moved her forward, but she found the way blocked by an invisible barrier. It brought her attention back to the present, back to what Toph had told her conspired between the two during a chance meeting. This was not the Fire Lord Zuko she knew. This was the old Prince Zuko she used to know inhabiting the body of the Fire Lord she had last seen. She needed him awake, but she also needed to be prepared. Taking a defensive stance, one hand at the neck of a water skin, she rapped at the frame of the door.



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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-28 10:13 pm UTC (link)
The body of the passed out firebender didn't seem to rose when she opened the door wide. Beside him, this things were scattered in a heap. He'd literally fallen there and lay unmoving. Were it not for the erratic movement of his chest, she might have thought he was dead, from the way that he lay. Never before, not even when Azula's lightning had struck him in the chest did he seem so weak, and so frail as he did, laying there before her. Indeed, he seemed to have the room of the prince that she'd known, the fire bender who had chased her around the South Pole, and across the world until finally confronting her at the North Pole, where they'd had their first real dual after she'd learned water bending from Master Pakku.

And she did have a reason to be afraid. Even back then, with the moon high in the sky, Zuko hadn't gone down to her water bending without a fight... and once the sun had risen, the fight was pretty much over. Not that Katara hadn't gotten her adequate revenge when Zuko had exhausted himself carrying Aang across the frozen wastelands outside of the Northern Water Tribe's village... but then he and Azula had bested her and the Avatar in Ba Sing Se later on. Zuko was quite literally the fire to her ice, and while either of them could be argued to be the stronger bender, Fire bending was more focused on attack than water bending was, it's more masterful forms far more deadly...

He didn't rouse with the first knocking, indeed it seemed as if his wounds were more serious than Toph had let on, but Katara would only be able to guess at what they were, what could have happened to her former ally to make him unwakeable to the outside world. It would take a few times of knocking before finally he stirred, his golden eyes shooting open slowly. To favor his right foot he lay on his left side, his scar hidden from her as his good eye twisted around to look at her. Slowly, blurring in and out of focus, he finally blinked away the vertigo to see who it was who was at his door. She would see him clench his teeth in fury at seeing her, the look of the spoiled Prince who had once sworn to capture the Avatar... and yet, if it were possible, there seemed to be even more malice in his gaze, more anger seething from him, his face twisting into a scowl of utter hatred for her.

"You..." Zuko growled, and pressed his hands to the cold iron of the deck. She would see his muscles flex as he started to push himself up, and then watch as they gave out, his head coming down with a hard thump against the metal of the deck. His chest was heaving from just the effort of that alone, seeming almost like a fish out of water. She wouldn't be able to enter to help him, the room kept her out, for it was clear her former ally didn't want her inside to see him. Then again, that much she would catch in the gaze he gave her, filled with pure rage. Finally he forced himself up to one knee, seeming to do it out of pure will alone. He should have been resting, should have been trying to get away from her... but the Zuko he was had been filled with pride, so much so that it often blinded him into doing things that he didn't actually think out.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-28 10:14 pm UTC (link)
Forcing himself up on his good leg, he shook his head lightly. His hair was down and hung over his face, and his body already was dripping sweat from the sheer exertion of standing, especially on one leg. It was a testimant to his will power that he was able to stand at all, for his body seemed to sway slightly, making it clear that it wouldn't take much for her to take him out if she wanted to. Even so, he managed to get into a denfensive pose, his hands coming up over his body to guard it, his stance leaning heavily on his left leg, clearly planning on using the right for attacking if it came to that, despite the bandage that was soaked with blood on his right foot.

"Tell me where the Avatar is... " Zuko said, and Katara would find the field that stopped her from entering now gone. Zuko clearly wanted a fight, or at least wanted information out of her. "And... I'll let you go..." It was a bold statement, but it was born out of desperation. Even Zuko of his early days knew when he was fighting a losing battle, but he was well aware too that there was no escape from the water bender here... and not fully understanding how the rooms worked in the Mirage, that meant one thing... a battle. Growling a little, Zuko strengthened his stance a little, seeming to draw power from the sheer rage that filled his every waking thought.

Before Katara could respond Zuko screamed impatiently at her. "TELL ME! OR I SWEAR I'LL DESTROY YOU TO GET TO HIM... I WILL make him pay for killing my Uncle..."

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-28 11:11 pm UTC (link)
Katara’s worry increased as she tried to rouse him from his unconsciousness. She rapped at the door frame louder each time, softly calling out his name. “Zuko.” She said each time, only slightly louder every time it took. She felt guilty for trying to wake him, for she knew he needed his rest, but she could help heal him a lot faster than his natural body could. She knew he was in pain despite his sleep because he breathed far too hard. She could feel her defensive posture softening. The waterbender wanted to help him more and more. His face was not peaceful. It looked angry and stressed even though he was not awake. “Please, wake up, Zuko.” The waterbender begged.

Toph had really done a number on him. He must have less apparent wounds on his body. His robes were modest and covered any bruises the tough earthbender would have caused. He had very little energy, too. His foot could not have bled enough to cause that much energy loss, though. The Blind Bandit had overcome her foe who was once a friend, and she had been relatively unharmed in the scuffle. Her wounds weren’t so bad as Zuko’s, and she’d retained much of her energy despite having had to crawl from the forest to the building in which she and the waterbender resided.

Finally, Katara saw the Fire Lord’s golden eyes open. “Zuko.” She said, hardly above a whisper. Her brows were creased together sadly, but a small hope-and-sympathy filled smile lingered on her lips as he looked at her. Suddenly his vision cleared, and a horrible scowl marred his face in a way not even his terrible burn scar did. Her smile disappeared, replaced by one of sorrow. He knew her, but only in the same way he hadn’t known Toph.

Even with this knowledge, she didn’t return to her defensive stance. Katara still had the urge to help him. He was still her friend, even if he didn’t know it. He would remember, but it was important to first decipher why he couldn’t recall the last five years of friendship. What had broken those bonds? Had something happened that made him suddenly hate the entire lot of them?

Katara tried to move forward as she watched him struggle to rise, but she was forever blocked by the invisible barrier that only told her more and more she was not welcome. Her hand rested on that obstruction as if she willed it to disappear, to let her through so she could help him. Finally, he forced himself to his feet. Were he aware of their friendship, she would have told him to lie down, to rest and to allow her to heal him, but he would have only scoffed at her good advice. He was the angry Prince, not the calm Lord.

He spoke again, and the memory of the time he and a band of pirates had captured her to get to Aang. Go jump in the river… Katara thought cynically in her memory. She was surprised when her hand suddenly fell through air, into his room. She didn’t hesitate. Katara entered the room, so like that Fire Navy ship in which she had traveled while Aang healed from his nearly permanent death.

“Zuko, Aang isn’t here. No one is. They’re all back home. Toph and I are the only other ones here from our own planet. Please, let me-” She was cut off by his growl, and she could see his stance gain more energy. He was really going to fight her. Katara knew she could easily win against him in his weakened state. Firebending required a lot of powerful punches and kicks that he just didn’t have the virility to accomplish, and waterbending was all about turning someone’s attack against them. It was as lost a cause as it had been at the North Pole when the moon had been full, and he had wearied himself from facing the blizzard.

Katara didn’t flinch as he yelled, but the words quickly sunk into her mind. Her eyes widened in shock and very quickly her face crumpled into a mask of pain. “Iroh is… he’s… dead?” She had loved that old man. He had the best tea, the best advice, and a warm and comforting presence. How could he be dead? Aang never would have killed him. What had happened? “No… It can’t be. Aang never would have killed Iroh. We all loved him.” Her sapphire eyes filled with tears.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-28 11:12 pm UTC (link)
Was this why Zuko hated them all so much? Then again, that didn’t explain his memory loss of Toph. “Zuko, please, let me heal you.” The waterbender begged. The tears were still in her eyes. One escaped to trail over her cheek. Her body felt heavy with sorrow. Was Iroh truly gone? How could that happen?

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-28 11:48 pm UTC (link)
Were it under other circumstances, Zuko might have been surprised at Katara's beauty. In his mind he hadn't seen her since she was an awkward teenager, barely on the first steps to womanhood. He'd been the oldest of the bunch and even he had plenty of time to go back then until he was fully matured. But the haze of anger caused him to ignore the pouty lips, the far more curvacious outline of her body, the silken waves of her hair. All that focused in his mind was that neclace that she wore, that which betrayed to him that she was the water bender he knew, the water bender who traveled with the Avatar... for all he knew the water bender that had killed his Uncle along with the avatar. Either that or the Avatar had done it himself... it really wasn't possible to say. But it didn't matter either, he'd make the Avatar admit to what had happened before he killed him...

She would see his eyes widen as she lost the defensive stance, which only caused his own to tighten up slightly, his eyes glancing around. He thought that it was a trick, that any moment now the Avatar was going to explode from some unseen place to attack him. It'd figure that the monster who'd murdered his uncle would send in a woman first to try to lull his enemy into a false sense of security. He'd not even taken out Iroh in a fair fight, but by using blasting jelly... a cowards way. Zuko himself had stooped fairly low, capturing the Avatar when he was defenseless... stealing from peasants... but even he wouldn't kill a man who couldn't fight back... kill someone as kind and gentle hearted as his Uncle had been.

"Stay back..." Zuko growled as she came into the room, his foot shifting slightly so as to kick at her soon. He still had a little energy in him left, even though it wouldn't be much. "Just tell me where the Avatar is... and I won't hurt you..." Zuko promised, and his eyes meant it. Though perhaps that was because he was clearly on his last legs... even if she told him where the Avatar was, it looked as if he wasn't going to go on much further the way that he was. She would see his eyes start to diallate as he wobbled, only to shake his head and try to clear his thoughts, looking at her again with a determined look, a look of anger and rage and pain that could have only accompanied the news he brought her... Iroh really was dead, or so he thought.

His eyes widened at her words though, and his jaw dropped slightly, only to clench in a grimace again. "What do you mean he's not here?" Zuko growled darkly through his teeth. If the Avatar was gone, then that meant he'd never be able to avenge his Uncle... but it did make sense, didn't it? This place said it was another planet... which meant that somehow he'd left the planet he'd been on. That would explain why this whole place felt weird, why the glowing things on the wall gave off a fire energy like he'd never felt before... but then, she had to be lying... why the hell would this planet take a bender of each kind, except for the Avatar himself? So far he'd met an earth bender, and she was a water bender... it didn't make sense.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-28 11:48 pm UTC (link)
"You're lying!" Zuko said with determination, his body starting to tremble again violently. He had only one burst of energy left in him, he was going to have to make it count, a quick burst of power straight towards her and hope that it burned her bad enough to get her to leave him alone, let him heal. With surprisingly fast movement, Katara would see him suddenly place his wounded foot down, ignoring the pain as he started to thrust a punch towards her, but at the last minute his fist turned, and the fireball shot shy of her by a few inches, close enough that she would feel the heat of it against her skin, but it wouldn't burn her. Zuko had intentionally aimed away from her... because she wasn't defending herself... and for all the darkness that was in him, he wouldn't try to kill her in cold blood. He just... couldn't. "DAMN IT!" Zuko swore in vain.

Almost immediately he collapsed in a heap at her feet. "Uncle... I'm sorry..." he murmered, as blackness began to take his consciousness. If Katara went to heal him, she'd find something alarming... Zuko's weakness wasn't due to the wound on his foot at all... there was poison all throughout his body. Not a deadly one, but instead a mild one... she wouldn't know the details of it, how his Father had poisoned him to simulate the fatigue of several years of atrophy to his muscles... how it hadn't been planned that he would get into a major fight so quickly... but one thing was clear... the battle with Toph had been a mistake with that poison running through his veins. What might have simply worn him out were he in good health, had allowed the poison to pollute his system to the point where without some good healing, he would be in serious trouble...

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-29 02:26 am UTC (link)
Katara stopped just inside the door when he told her to stay back. She wouldn’t invade his personal space when he was like this. He was so lethargic and his skin had an almost sickly pallor to it, she realized. Maybe he had a fever. Why else would simply standing make the sweat bead on his brow like that? She told him again that the Avatar wasn’t here, only she and Toph, but his mind didn’t seem to be processing any of that. She took another quick step toward him as he wobbled, for she would catch him if he fell, but he regained his balance, so she ceased her movements again.

A couple more tears leaked from her eyes, but she managed to hold the rest back. It wouldn’t do to have blurry eyes when she needed to watch him closely. It wouldn’t be good if he were to suddenly firebend at her and she hadn’t seen it coming. It was pretty easy to heal herself, but she hated burns. The only bad ones she’d ever had had been from Aang’s escapades in firebending before it was the right time for him to learn.

“I mean exactly what I say. He’s not here. He’s home. Last I knew he was in the Fire Nation capitol with you. Aang and I visited you and Mai so we could get supplies to help the Earth Kingdom villages, but I was walking along the grounds when I was taken here. Sokka and Toph were in the Earth Kingdom at her parents’ home when she was taken. I think Suki was on Kioshi Island with Ty Lee and the other Kioshi warriors. Iroh was in Ba Sing Se running his tea shop. How did he…” She trailed off. He wouldn’t know. He thought Aang had killed Iroh, but Aang never would have done that. Aang was still the same peace lover who had reprimanded her for wanting to avenge her mother’s death. Zuko had aided her in that, even if she hadn’t completely gone through with it.

He looked as if he were thinking over her words, but suddenly he was shouting at her. Lying? LYING? Katara was not a liar, not when her friends were concerned. She wasn’t a good enough actress to be a convincing liar even then. Her only success in lying had been when she and Toph pulled that scam, but it had ended quite badly. She wasn’t as cold and calculating as Azula.

The waterbender noticed how he trembled and she tried to take another step forward, but his stance suddenly turned offensive, and as soon as her brain clicked that he was going to firebend at her, the room was alight with the fire blast and its heat skimmed past her. She hadn’t tried to dodge it, though. Despite knowing what Zuko did to Toph, she couldn’t have really believed that Zuko would ever try to hurt her. Indeed he hadn’t. She knew he had missed her on purpose, and his exclamation proved it.

As soon as he collapsed she was beside him, taking him in her arms as unconsciousness took him once more, and she heard the whispered apology that made her tears come more readily. Katara lay him upon the cold steel of the floor, knowing she wouldn’t be able to drag his weight to the bed, and she also wasn’t sure if she would hurt him worse in the attempt. Instead, she went to the bed and grabbed a blanket and a pillow. She lifted his head gingerly only to lay it back once she had slipped the pillow beneath him. Then she gently worked the blanket beneath him. It was as much comfort as she could offer. He was bigger than her, and she may have been a great bender, but she was lacking in muscle strength needed to lift him to the bed. When she finished with that, she closed the door for privacy, so she wouldn’t be distracted.

Delicately, she removed his shoe from his injured foot. Toph had really done a number on him. What on earth had she used? This didn’t look like the wound from a blade. It was rounder. Luckily, the spike hadn’t gone through his entire foot, but it was bad enough that it would take a couple different healing sessions. However, when he awoke he would notice his foot feeling as if it had been healing for far longer than a couple hours.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-29 02:26 am UTC (link)
Katara plucked the stopper from the neck of one of her water skins and bent the liquid from the container, urging it slowly into the hole in her friend’s foot. The blue glow common to her style of healing began to shine brightly, and the waterbender worked the qi lines. It was soon apparent to her that something was amiss. His qi lines felt strange to her. They were almost… polluted feeling rather than simply blocked off or broken here and there. She had never dealt with anything like this before now. Poor Zuko. His foot would have to wait. He wouldn’t heal right until she dealt with this part first.

First, she had to figure out how to deal with this of course. She nudged at whatever this was a bit before she realized she could force whatever it was that left his qi polluted to move elsewhere. If she could make sure it all gathered in one spot, she could draw it out with the liquids in his body. She could also put fresh and untainted liquids back into him, so he wouldn’t lack anything he needed.

It seemed to take ages, and it definitely did take some hours and a lot of her energy, but she finally managed to pool whatever it was in all into his stomach- or at least the majority of it. With one hand, she concentrated hard on keeping it there, and she had to place her hand on his belly to keep her power connected to him. With the other, she carefully tilted his head back so the path from his stomach to his mouth would be straight. With both hands suddenly placed against his belly, she extended her qi into him in order to move with her hands as she dragged them over his abdomen, moving up his chest, over his throat, and suddenly a stream of liquid that would have been stomach acids, water, and a bit of blood emptied from his. The strange substance was among those fluids. She poured the entire stream into a bowl that had appeared beside her when she was too absorbed in Zuko to notice. She would need to examine that later, or she could find someone who would be able to tell her what that had been.

Katara used a stream of fresh water to put back into him, drawing it along the same pathway that she had drawn out the foreign substance. This was much easier because she didn’t have to worry about keeping it from absorbing back into his body. She wanted that to happen so he would be replenished with the life-giving water. Sweat shone on her brow when she was finished with that. She felt so drained, but she had to keep going. She needed to work on his foot.

The waterbender moved back to her position at his feet and resumed what she had started. The room had been glowing blue for a long time, and it only continued here. She focused her qi and energy on healing his physically apparent wound once more. She did all she could for the energy she had left, but it wasn’t nearly as healed as she’d hoped. However, pulling that weird stuff from his body was the more important task. She was glad she was able to accomplish something greater. The fact that he slept through the ordeal made it a lot easier. He was more relaxed through it, and he wasn’t fighting her every step of the way.

When she had done all she could, she dragged her tired body back to his side where she tucked her feet beneath her, took his hand in hers, and waited. Her water skins lay on the floor where she’d set them after her body had grown too tired to carry them on her back any more. The bowl filled with that strange substance lay a few feet away from them, so it wouldn’t accidentally be knocked over. She needed to know what it was. Her hair loopies had fallen loose from the bun that held up half of her hair so they dangled as strands, and some wisps had fallen loose as well to frame her face. Healing him as much as she did had taken so much out of her. She was nearly dozing off where she kneeled.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-29 03:22 am UTC (link)
Blackness consumed everything inside of him, and from the blackness was spawned the light of dreams as Katara frantically worked to save the one who might have been an enemy. All around him the world was destroyed, desolate, scortched by fire and chaos. His body was throbbing in agony, and his vision blurred. But at his feet was the Avatar, slain, the arrow on his forehead which glowed now slowly fading. The Avatar would never return... he had fulfilled the dream of his father and his grandfather, and his great grand father. Blood trailed from the Avatar's mouth, and there were scorch marks all over his body, along with bruises. The fight had not exactly gone as easily as Zuko had envisioned it would...

Memories flashed back to a clash of titans, a firebender against a realized Avatar. What had resulted was a moment of insanity, a pure tornado of unadultered energy that had clashed between the two of them. In his mind he did things that seemed almost inhuman, firebending that would have made Azula drool with envy, and his father watch proudly... the two had taken to the skies in an ultimate showdown that was 5 years too late in the coming, what should have happened years ago, before either of them had learned to bend to the extent that it would tear the very earth around them apart and leave it scarred, perhaps for the rest of all time. Zuko stared blankly at the Avatar dying... and felt... nothing.

Then slowly he felt something slide across his bare midsection, his abs exposed from his torn shirt. It was like a serpent and yet not... it's blue scales shining brightly even in the dim light as the blue dragon wound it's way around him, whispering soft things in his ear. He could be all powerful for this... he would be known as the one who removed the last obstacle to the Fire nation, the one who had defeated the avatar once and for all... who was thought by many to be like a god... but gods made mistakes... and despite it being a lucky victory, he could claim total glory for himself, proclaim himself victor over all that he wanted to conquer. Who would stand up to the man who had defeated the avatar, after all?

As the thoughts raced through his head, Zuko stared out into the distance, where the red dragon hovered lightly, it's eyes staring at him. And all at once he felt a sense of shame that he couldn't place, or couldn't identify... no, that wasn't true... he could hear his Uncle's words in his head, words that had been spoken to him once when he'd sworn to get revenge on someone who had insulted him for the scar that had covered his left eye.

"Prince Zuko... a life lived for vengeance is like drinking poison and expecting your enemy to die..." At the time Zuko had rolled his eyes the way that he usually did and brushed it off as another one of his Uncle's silly introspective comments that usually came before him complaining about how he wanted another cup of jasmine tea. But here, standing before the Avatar, looking into the solemn eyes of the red dragon, he thought of something he'd not considered before... what if his Uncle didn't want to be avenged? His uncle had left the world of the living... and gone on to whatever lay beyond... If he had died at the Avatar's hand... would his Uncle seek revenge? Or would he just seek to stop a tyrant? Did the reason make a difference, if the action it caused was the same?

"Only to your soul, Prince Zuko... only to your soul." Came the disembodied voice of Iroh in his dream.

And then suddenly water was filling his lungs, choking him off as he tried to breath, the whole world drowning in water, wielded by a single dark haired, blue eyed water bender who stared at him with such hatred and contempt... the anger she'd only shown at the western air temple... wait... when had that been? That wasn't right. When he went to the western air temple it had been with his uncle, not with Katara... and...

None of that mattered when he needed to breathe.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-29 03:23 am UTC (link)
Katara would hear him cough violently as she pushed the water back into him to rehydrate his body, though as she swayed from the exertion that was caused by hours of healing, Zuko's eyes started to crack ever so faintly. It felt warm, having his head in someone's lap, his hair lightly fanned out across his brow and behind him. For a moment he was sure he'd open his eyes to see his mother leaning over him, the warmth of her smile taking all of his pain and troubles away. She'd tell him that it'd all been a dream, that he'd never had his face scarred, that she'd never left him, that Azula was growing out of her habitual lying and trying to make everyone's life miserable phase... that everything was going to be alright.

Instead as he opened his eyes he saw Katara's face there, leaning over him as if she were going to lean in for a kiss. Zuko's face burned a bright crimson, for in his mind he'd never actually been kissed before. What was she doing? Was she trying to take advantage of him after he'd passed out? How messed up would that be? No... that wasn't it at all... after a moment he noticed her start to sway backwards, and realized that she was just starting to doze as she sat over him. What had happened to make her so exhausted while he slept? Why.... why hadn't she called the Avatar here to finish him off? Could it be that she was actually telling the truth, that the Avatar wasn't here at all? And if the Avatar HAD been here, would she have called him to come kill Zuko in his sleep? And why then was she... holding his hand? It felt odd, warm... and... somewhat nice. The last thought made Zuko blush a little, and he tried to push it from his mind.

Slowly, Zuko began to rise, sliding lightly off of the pillow, and removing his hand from hers so as not to wake her. A light chill passed over him as he did, his body still covered in a light sweat. Giving Katara a sideways glance, he slowly peeled back his shirt and let the chill of the room start to cool his heated body, which was feeling more normal than it had in days... in fact it felt like all of the atrophy in his muscles was gone completely. Not only that, but his foot somehow felt better as well, which was almost impossible given what had happened to him. When he looked down at it though, he saw that it had been healed. No wound could heal itself that quickly without the help of a water bender. But... that seemed to raise more questions than it solved in Zuko's mind.

Why had she helped him? And why did he feel better now than he'd felt in days? Looking around the room he noted a bowl filled with some strange fluid... had that been inside of him? And why had she been able to heal his muscles when water benders before her that had been offered clemency had failed? Something didn't quite add up, and Zuko wasn't sure exactly what it was... but he knew enough to know that something wasn't exactly right here. Then again, this could be some sort of trick by the Avatar, couldn't it? Maybe the Avatar was trying to trick him, or brain wash him into thinking that he was the guardian of the world, that he was supposed to protect balance... and that Iroh's death had been necessary.

No, he'd never believe that. Never.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-29 03:23 am UTC (link)

Gritting his teeth he looked at Katara... she was tired... and he felt like he had all of his energy back... it would be a simple matter of threatening her with firebending to get her to talk. Sure, she'd just healed him... but... sometimes you had to do drastic things to get what you wanted... and revenge was still what Zuko wanted most... as he thought about it though, the dream he'd had began to come back to him, and made him put a hand up to his face, covering the left half of it. He was so confused...

...and all he wanted to do was sit down with his Uncle over a cup of jasmine tea and talk to him about what his Uncle thought he should do. He'd never listened before, and now there was no gravelly voice whispering nuggets of wisdom in his ear. He was on his own. Zuko's hand raised in a fist towards Katara, breathing in slowly, as he started to gather energy into it. He'd wake her up with a flame in her face, and force her to talk... he was going to do it... he was going to do it! And yet he didn't, and the flame died a minute later. He wanted to swear again, but that might wake Katara up, and he wasn't sure that he wanted her to be awake, to have to deal with her asking him questions he didn't know the answers to... that he didn't WANT the answers to...

And so it was he sat there brooding to himself when she began to tilt, and then finally fall in a direction. Zuko was moving before he knew what he was doing, catching the falling water bender so that she didn't bump her head against the iron deck of the ship. As her skin collided with his though he felt a surge of energy that had nothing to do with firebending flow through him, and he realized that it was because her skin was on his... rather, the soft skin of her cheek was brushing against his muscled pecs... dammit! He'd forgotten to put back on his shirt...

Zuko's cheeks flared brightly as his gold eyes widened and his mind raced with what to do. He was just going to prop her up against the bed... yeah... or move and let her drop? But before he could think of anything he saw the water bender start to snap out of her light dozing... heaven knew this was going to be awkward.... Zuko's golden eyes averted Katara's, not really knowing what the hell he was supposed to say. "T-thank you for... healing me..." Zuko said, not looking at Katara, but hoping that his thank you would maybe distract her from the fact that her head was rested against his bare chest.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-29 06:33 pm UTC (link)
Katara’s head nodded in sleep before jerking upright in wakefulness a few times, each time the jerking motion slower, smaller, until at last she had truly fallen asleep. Her chin rested against her chest, and she continued to feel the warmth of Zuko’s hand in hers. Even while she was aware of him before her and the cold of the steel floor seeping through her pants, part of her was falling quickly into a deeper sleep.

Behind her eyelids, she saw images of the past, memories that made her heart beat rapidly beneath her breast, but she wasn’t certain if it was only in the dream that this happened, or if her heart beat so quickly in the waking world, too. Lightning flashed, and Aang was falling. No, it wasn’t Aang. Zuko had fallen in an attempt to save her from Azula’s lightning. He was on the ground in such pain, but she couldn’t get to him, for blue fire threatened to burn her alive. No matter how hard she tried to get to him, her own death was right around the corner at the hands of a psychopath.

Katara’s head jerked up ever so slightly as she tried to wake herself, suddenly aware that she had gotten to Zuko. She had healed him. That horrible wound in his chest was gone. She held his hand and tears leaked down her cheeks, but only in her dream. Something lurked in the shadows, but any time she turned her head to discover that ominous presence, it was gone, leaving only the impression of long, dark green robes.

The waterbender didn’t stir into wakefulness, though she was partially aware of Zuko coming into consciousness, of the chillier feeling of her hand as his left it. Behind her eyes she was fighting Zuko again at the North Pole, the heat of the flame on her face even as she manipulated the water to pound over him, but all too soon she was falling, overtaken by the fire.

No, in an instant she was in Zuko’s arms, hugging him, offering her forgiveness after he had helped her try to avenge her mother. It was warm and much too real to be a dream. Her eyes fluttered open, the haze of sleep rushing away from her brain, her eyes noting the paler flesh so close to them, the small scar that had been left after Azula had wounded her brother with lightning that had taken a while to heal.

Heat rushed to her face, dying her dark cheeks scarlet as she jerked away from him suddenly. Her eyes didn’t meet his for her embarrassment. How long had he been holding her like that? It couldn’t have been long. Her subconscious had been mildly aware of all that went on while she slept, for she had not been so deep in her slumber as to not take notice of things. “You’re welcome.” Katara said softly. “I couldn’t allow a friend to be in pain.” She added a slight emphasis to the word friend She needed to make him realize that she wasn’t his enemy, and Toph wasn’t either.

“I tried to heal your foot as best I could, but I was too tired to do much more than a little bit. I had to spend a long time trying to get this weird pollution out of your body.” The waterbender said, the bright crimson fading from her cheeks the more she spoke. She lifted herself and went to the bowl that contained the strange liquid of his fluids and that strange thing she had removed from his body. “I don’t know what it is because I’ve never felt anything like it before. I just hope I was able to get it all out of you, or at least most of it. Do you know what it is?” She offered him the bowl. The liquid had a distinct scent to it that didn’t coincide with the smells of stomach acids or of blood. Perhaps he would be more knowledgeable.

“I wouldn’t advise getting into any more battles until your foot has completely healed. It will take a couple more healing sessions when I have more energy.” She bit her lip and looked away, sadness overwhelming her again at the thought that Zuko’s uncle might really be dead, but she held back tears from her eyes.

“How…” She bit her lower lip. “What happened? Why do you… think… Aang killed Iroh?” She tried to ask the question as gently as she could, but it was one of those things that just couldn’t come easily, no matter how hard one tried to make soften it.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-29 07:06 pm UTC (link)
There was no resistance as she jerked herself away from him. It wasn't like he didn't expect it. Girls didn't exactly go screaming out loud in extacy at the thought of someone who nearly had half of his face covered in a life long scar. Katara's reasons for jerking away were completely different, of course, but for all Zuko could remember, girls had never really paid much attention to him at all. Not that he'd really paid them any mind either, even Jun, who his Uncle had chased after, at least as far as Iroh chased after any one. Though his uncle never actually had said anything about it, Zuko was pretty sure that despite him snuggling up to Jun, Iroh had never gotten over the death of his aunt, and had absolutely no interest in remarrying anyone.

Brushing the thoughts of his Uncle from his mind, he slid away from Katara, forcing himself to stand up slowly, even if she protested at it. She would probably know better though, Zuko was willful and stubborn. Even when he'd been struck by lightning he'd forced himself to his feet moments after being healed to look at his sister and what had happened to her. Leaning hard against the wall, he still didn't face Katara, not really knowing what to say to her, or what he should really do at all. The memory of his dream still lurked in the back of his thoughts, and it only made him more angry. It was like his uncle was asking him from beyond the grave not to do anything, but how the hell could he just sit by and do nothing? Especially when it felt like he'd been doing nothing for most of his life... nothing of value anyway. Even chasing after the Avatar now seemed stupid.

"I'm not your friend." Zuko said softly as Katara told him that she'd healed him based off of their previous relationship. It was true, after all, in his mind the two of them were still enemies, and she was merely an obstacle in order to get to the Avatar. So why then had she healed him? Why had she been so sure that he wouldn't fire bend at her. He'd seen it in her eyes, there wasn't a hint of fear there... not like there used to be. Had she truly become so powerful a water bender that his attacks meant nothing to her? No... she'd been sleeping when he'd woken up... if he'd wanted to he could have killed her... there had to be some other reason... and maybe it was that she really did think... no, that was crazy.

Turning around, his gold eyes focused on her as he leaned against the wall, seeming to study her, almost looking at her as if she had grown a second head. He didn't understand her, but at the same time he knew if he asked again why she'd healed him, she would insist that she'd done it for a friend, and it'd get him nowhere with her. As she mentioned the pollution in his body he only nodded lightly, having suspected as much from the murky looking bowl. Whatever it was looked almost like a poison that someone would line a dart with... and it would explain why he'd barely been able to stand before... but not how it got in his body... not so much of it. He opened his mouth to blame the earth bender, but found he couldn't... there was no way that spike could hold that much poison...

"I don't know what it is..." Zuko said, almost defensively to her, and crossed his arms. "It doesn't make any sense..." Zuko said, thinking aloud, forgetting for the moment that he was with the enemy. "Someone must have poisoned me... but not wanted to make it apparent that it was poison that did it... they wanted to make it look like I lost to the Avatar..." Zuko said finally, and scowled a bit. "Which means someone close to my father is a traitor..." His words and the way he spoke of his father would betray to Katara that indeed this was some sort of clone of the Zuko she'd met years ago... there was not the disdain or pity the current Zuko had when speaking about his father.

He was too lost in thought to really think about what she'd said about healing sessions. Given enough time he could heal on his own, even the fact that the water bender had started the healing process likely meant there wouldn't be permanent damage. Though if he sent her away, something told him the water bender would show up on his doorstep again whether he wanted it to or not.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-29 07:06 pm UTC (link)
But all of those thoughts scattered out the window at a single word: "think".

"NO!" Zuko roared, and suddenly all of the candles in the room blazed with an intense fire, scortching the sides of the walls as he stepped towards her, the same fury in his eyes as he looked at Katara. "I don't THINK the Avatar killed my Uncle... I SAW him kill my Uncle! I was there when he used water bending to freeze my ship in place... and toss blasting jelly over the sides.. I saw him throw the torch that detonated my ship... killed my crew... who killed my Uncle!!" tears were brimming in Zuko's eyes at that, but he seemed too stubborn to let them fall. She wasn't the only one who was taking the news of Iroh's death hard. "He died trying to save me from your precious Avatar!"

Zuko was trembling with rage and he turned away from her. "If my father hadn't kept me hidden in the Earth Kingdom at Lake Lao-" he trailed off, clearly not sure if he could trust her with the information. "If he'd not kept me hidden at the lake... I'd be dead now too." he growled, and then paused. "Joo Dee..." he said, the image of her twisted creepy smile filling his thoughts as he looked at the poison bowl. "She was alone with me, she's the one who poisoned me... I have to find a way to get word to my father..."

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-29 09:57 pm UTC (link)
It was a relief that he hadn’t resisted Katara’s attempt to pull away from him. It sort of proved he hadn’t simply been holding her. Why had his arms been wrapped around her like that, though? It didn’t make sense. She shouldn’t have fallen asleep in the first place. Zuko was dangerous right now, especially now that she had given him much of his energy back, sacrificing her own to do it. No, she didn’t really believe that. Yes, she was in a bad predicament, but it really wasn’t as bad as it could be. The waterbender knew the good that was inside Zuko, and she knew with all of her being that he would never hurt her. This hopeful assumption was only proven by the fact that he hadn’t hit her with that fire blast earlier, and he hadn’t taken advantage of the fact that she had been asleep, at least not in a violent fashion. She blushed again as she remembered his arms around her.

A look of hurt passed over her face as he denied their friendship. How could he possibly not remember? He went through so much to acquire her forgiveness, and they had so much history even after that. How could someone just forget everything? She knew their friendship hadn’t be in vain, and it hadn’t been worthless. Something really big must have happened in the time she’d spent in Mirage.

Poison? Of course! She had never before dealt with any sort of poison, but that made perfect sense. Poisons pollute the body. It was so obvious that she chastised herself for not having thought of it sooner. At least Zuko knew what it was, even if he didn’t know exactly what kind.

His words also notified her to something else. “Zuko… Your father is in prison. At least he was the last time I visited you in the Fire Nation.” Then an idea struck her. “Don’t you know that you’re the Fire Lord now?” Something was wrong with his mind. Katara didn’t know if craziness ran in his family. His sister was a nut-case, but his father was relatively collected. The man had simply been cold and uncaring of family ties. Zuko had always seemed sane, and he had a real heart and warmth. Another thing, though, was that the scarred man before her once more cared about his father the way he had when he was younger. When had Zuko regressed back into that state, and why had this happened?

Katara’s brows creased together and she flinched as fire exploded all around her. She had seen him angry plenty of times, but having flames rise high all around her was still nerve racking, especially when Zuko wasn’t exactly in a predictable state right now. She didn’t step back from him, though, as he moved nearer to her, shouting at her. Her eyes were wide, worried as he spoke of literally seeing Aang kill his uncle and his crewmates. It occurred to her that Zuko’s ship had been destroyed a long time ago, that now he had an entire navy in its place, but she didn’t say anything. She wanted him to finish.

Her head bowed down, her eyes looking away from him as he turned from her. Katara’s head suddenly snapped back up in shock. Had he almost said ‘Lake Laogai?’ A gasp left her lips as he mentioned Joo Dee, that horribly creepy women with the perpetual smiles from ear to ear who were under the control of the Dai Lee. Lake Laogai had been destroyed, though. The Dai Lee were in jail. Ozai was in jail. How had they escaped? It wouldn’t have been difficult for the Dai Lee to reassemble Lake Laogai if they escaped, but how had Ozai escaped.

Katara stepped nearer to him. “Zuko! That’s it! That’s why you don’t remember! It all makes perfect sense! You’ve been brainwashed by the Dai Lee! Joo Dee probably didn’t poison you. If she did, it was because the Dai Lee made her. They set you up with your father’s help!

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-29 09:58 pm UTC (link)
“Aang didn’t destroy your ship. Your ship was destroyed by pirates five years ago. You told us about how Zhao had paid them to assassinate you, so you disguised yourself as a Fire Navy Soldier to enable you to get to the North Pole to capture Aang. Zuko, your uncle survived that explosion because he was there to help try to save the Moon Spirit!” The waterbender was excited now, and it was revealed in her voice. She knew the cause of Zuko’s brain malfunctioning. The Dai Lee were behind it. His father was behind it. She didn’t know how they’d escaped, but they had to be! “You’ve been to Lake Laogai once before. You saved Appa from the Dai Lee. Don’t you remember? Appa’s trust is how you joined our group months later so you could teach Aang how to firebend.

“Zuko,” Katara laid her hand on his shoulder, “I know how to heal your mind of this. Jet was brainwashed by the Dai Lee once, and I helped him remember the truth. Let me help you.” She could feel how he trembled with rage beneath her hand, but she wasn’t afraid of him. He was her friend, and she knew it. Her main duty was to help him remember that. How could she help him when she had been too weary as to heal his foot as much as she wanted, though?

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-30 01:19 am UTC (link)
Zuko had just had a moment filled with sense. Of course Joo Dee had poisoned him. Neither his Father nor anyone attending him would have known about it, and the creepy smile woman could have gone back to the Avatar to report what had happened. The Avatar would then challenge him to a fight, kill him, and make it look as if he'd bested another one of the Fire Nation royalty, that he was unstoppable. Zuko gritted his teeth in anger at how much it made sense, how well it fit. If the Avatar truly was trying to rule by fear, it would be the perfect ploy. Destroy the last son of the Fire Lord, and end the dynasty that had ruled the Fire Nation for hundreds of years.

And then Katara took that moment full of sense and totally just threw it right out the window in a hurry. It started off with the fact that she told him that his father was in prison. Zuko stared at her as if she was completely insane. Even if somehow they managed to get Ozai inside of a prison somewhere, there is no way that it would hold him. Zuko's father was the most powerful firebender that he knew... Zuko couldn't imagine a prison that could withstand some of the explosive power that his father could generate, when it so pleased him. "No, he's not..." Zuko said, staring at Katara. A part of him was wondering if this was some sort of ploy to get information out of him. But his father had made it sound as if he were still well known as the fire lord. "I saw him when I woke up... I saw him wearing the rhobes of the Fire Lord..." Zuko said. He'd even had the hair piece that went along with the title...

Then came the biggest, and most ridiculous bombshell. "I'm... what?" Zuko asked, his eyes almost crossing as Katara told him that he, of all people, was the Fire Lord. A part of him almost wanted to laugh, it sounded so funny. It was like a child trying to lie about stealing a cookie from the cookie jar, and blaming it on a monster that lived in the closet. "I was banished, Katara... my birthright was stripped of me... even if... even if something had happened to my father, which it didn't... my sister would be next in line for the throne until I restored my honor..." he said simply. He didn't point out the fact that his Uncle would likely have also succeeded the throne before him, had Iroh been alive.

He caught the glitter in her eye as he mentioned the lake, and worried that he'd said too much about his Father's location. Surely she must have recognized where he was talking about... but then she threw out something even more ludicrous than her last two statements. His father, had brainwashed him. Why in Sozin's name would his father do anything as silly as that? For as long as he could remember he'd been trying to get his father's love, his father's attention, his father's acceptance... why would his father need to brainwash him into it when he more than likely would have done whatever his father had asked, just to see his father smile at him and tell him that he was proud of him? "You... can't be serious..." Zuko said... there was no way that this could get any more insane, and yet Katara seemed as if all of this was... perfectly normal.

And then she drove the dagger home. His Uncle was alive? She would see the hope in his features, the twisting of his face so much that a part of him wanted to cling to what she was saying, no matter how insane it sounded, no matter what she said next. In fact he was too dumb founded to even the process the fact that she mentioned her Uncle saving the moon spirit for a moment or two afterwards. He shook his head, and stumbled back a step. His head was spinning and it felt as if the room was starting to take on a pulse of it's own, like the walls were throbbing in and out. It was all in his head, but for a moment Zuko really thought as if he was going to pass out. Sweat began to bead at his forehead, but he shook his head fiercely.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-30 01:20 am UTC (link)
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF OF ME, PEASANT!" Zuko snapped as Katara touched him, and twisted himself out of her grip, leveling his fists at her as if he were going to strike. He had the advantage here, she was tired and exhausted, and he felt reinvigorated from what she'd done to him. But that was because of her, because she'd healed him, selflessly. Could he really attack her after that? The candles in the room started to flare again with Zuko's temper as he growled at her. Whatever had been done to him was far more extensive than what had been done to Jet. There was another difference as well... Jet had, even brain washed, trusted her. Zuko clearly didn't, even after all she'd done for him. How was she supposed to help him if he wouldn't trust her at all? It wasn't like she could force his mind to clear against his will.

Even though Zuko's form trembled now, it was clear it was not from exertion but from pure anger, overwhelming hatred filling him. "I saw him die... I saw him sacrifice himself to protect me..." There were a million questions running through his head, but they all joined to form a light buzzing, a hum of undecipherable words and feelings. He wanted to scream, but his throat felt dry. She'd almost had him... he wanted to believe his uncle lived so badly that he would have done anything she wanted to make it happen... he would have even joined forces with her, been her friend... but his uncle was dead, he knew his uncle was dead and the fact that she was trying to use Iroh's memory to twist him into believing a lie was... inexcusable.


Zuko's golden eyes looked at the door, then at Katara. "Get out."

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-30 02:29 am UTC (link)
The blood drained from Katara’s face as Zuko told her that Ozai was out of prison, wearing his royal robes. He must have taken the royal headpiece that had looked so magnificent and suiting on Zuko’s head for his own. How on in the world had Ozai gotten out of prison without his bending? How had the Dai Lee escaped their steel prisons? Only Toph could metalbend in their world. With whom had they allied themselves?

Katara’s sapphire eyes bored into Zuko’s golden optics, imploring him to believe her, to absorb her words. If only he had seen her only real attempt at acting, he would know lying wasn’t something at which she was an accomplished master. Lying was the same as waterbending. Water was too honest for such a thing.

“I know you were banished, but you regained your honor after Azula… killed Aang in Ba Sing Se with your help and the help of the Dai Lee. I mean, I was able to revive him with the water from the Spiritual Oasis in the North Pole, but you chose to do the right thing a few months later. You chose to help us. You taught Aang firebending. You restored your own honor by choosing the path of goodness.” Katara shook her head with frustration.

“Zuko, your sister was almost the Fire Lord. On the day of her coronation, you and I defeated her before she could be crowned. Look at the scar on your chest! I healed that after she shot lightning at me. You saved me by absorbing it, trying to redirect it the way you taught Aang to do, the way Iroh taught you before that. She was already starting to lose it, but she went completely insane after that.” Why couldn’t he remember? With enough badgering Jet had begun to remember. If only Zuko would allow her to help him, he would remember.

How far did his memories go? How could he not remember Iroh trying to help save the Moon Spirit? She must sound crazy to him. “Have you been in a coma for the last five years or something?” She shouted with exasperation. “I’m completely serious. I know it all must sound strange, but I’m not a liar!” He of all people should know that she was not a liar. If she didn’t want to say something, she withheld it. He knew that. She was tied to a tree, and he had tried to trade her mother’s necklace for the Avatar, but she hadn’t said he wasn’t around. She’d told him to ‘go jump in the river.’

The same hope in his features was reflected in her voice. She wanted to believe Iroh was alive. That old man was amazing. If the ship exploding was the way Zuko thought his uncle had died, then he had to still be alive. There’s no way he wouldn’t outlive her Gran Gran, especially since he’d gotten into shape and kept himself in good health ever since. It wasn’t pleasant to think of Gran Gran dying, but she was a couple decades older than Iroh. Her health had improved ever since she married Master Pakku, though, so she wasn’t going anywhere any time soon, either.

Katara’s grip hadn’t been tight at all. It was meant as a comforting gesture, but he tore himself away as if her hand was a manacle made for his shoulder. Hurt passed over her features again as he shouted at her, insulted her. Yes, she was a peasant, but she wasn’t ashamed of that fact. It only hurt that the man who had been her friend only three weeks earlier suddenly saw her as nothing more than an obstacle, a liar.

When he ordered her to leave, she didn’t move at first. “How dare you!” She felt a sudden sense of deja-vu, and tears sprang to her eyes “You have no idea what the Fire Nation has put anyone through any more. You had learned, but now that has all been forgotten. Your family’s surge for power has done nothing other than cause devastation. My mother was taken from me in that ridiculous war, and you accuse me of befriending and protecting someone who would rule by fear?” Her voice had raised to shouting.

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[info]k_waterbender
2008-10-30 02:31 am UTC (link)
“Aang isn’t your father. He’s an Air Nomad; he’s a monk. They’re taught nothing other than peace.” Her fury lent her the strength she had formerly lacked, and her face showed that emotion clearly. “Your father is the one who rules by fear, hatred, and anger. Aang could have killed him, but he didn’t. Sokka would have killed your father in Aang’s position, but Aang showed Ozai mercy. He took his bending away instead of ending his life. He would never purposely try to kill anyone, even someone who hunted him for almost a year, even someone whose offspring almost killed him permanently.”

Katara bent the remaining water in one of her water skins in such a way that the container flew into her hand. The other one lay on the floor closer to her, so she stooped to lift it into her arms. Both were soon hoisted over her back where they belonged. The tears were streaming down her face, and her lithe figure trembled with not only her rage but her sorrow.

“I was the last one to forgive you for turning your back us when we needed you, but we did become close friends whether you remember or not.” Katara moved toward the door to leave, but she stopped just as her hand rested on it. The waterbender turned toward Zuko. “You were such a determined person, and you were so strong while you were with us. You’re going to trust the father who would scar his own son’s face as a lesson in life over the people who want to help you, to heal your heart?” Her skin was not marred by the salty tears that slipped steadily over her cheeks, but a soft sniffle could be heard from the tears she shed.

Katara shook her head sadly and left his room. She would be back.

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[info]fire_lord_zuko
2008-10-31 01:09 am UTC (link)
"YES! I WAS in a coma..." Zuko snapped back as Katara so blithely put it. She was getting on his last nerve, trying to make up stories about some other person that she claimed was him. Shouldn't he know best who he was deep down inside, shouldn't he be the one who decided what he was really capable of? The person he was couldn't comprehend the things that she was saying, couldn't even begin to fathom them. It was like she was talking to him in a foreign language for as much sense as she was making. She couldn't even decide if he'd been on her side or been against her. He'd betrayed her in Ba Sing Se and yet she'd forgiven him for that? He didn't know her very well, but he knew her well enough to know that she hated him...

"I'd never teach him firebending..." Zuko growled under his breath, unable to hear anything that Katara had to say any longer. She was spouting lies, and he wasn't going to listen to them any more. But when she mentioned the scar on his chest he threw his arms open. "I got this scar when the Avatar TRIED TO KILL ME!" He shouted back at her, feeling so infuriated by her that it felt like his blood was boiling. She wasn't listening to him, just spouting on about her nonsense... she claimed that he'd been brainwashed, but at least what he believed made sense... it wasn't some sort of fairy tale where he'd just suddenly decided to help his mortal enemy, the person he'd been chasing for years and years, and turn his back and give up the one thing that he'd wanted for so long.

He could see the scorn in her eyes as he pushed her away from him, but he didn't want her to touch him. She was his enemy, and she'd have left him for dead if she could... he knew that much for certain. His golden eyes flashed angrily at her as he stared down her tears, not seeming to care. At her exclamation though he took a step back, staring at her wide eyed as she told him that he had no idea what the fire nation had done. What did that even mean? The fire nation was simply trying to bring order and peace to the world. Sure, there was resistance to it, but that made the need for peace all the more important. How could she say that she would never support someone who ruled through fear, and yet be against peace?

She would see it in his eyes as she brought up her mother. He looked away from her, he let down his guard... a part of him ashamed. That was how she'd gotten through to him in the caves of Ba Sing Se, the first time she'd thought for a moment that he could be a real person, a good person deep down inside. Zuko couldn't realize that it was those memories buried which caused the sudden pain in his chest, the flush of shame that seemed to fill his person. The fire nation had in a way taken his mother from him as well. She was probably dead, at least that's what Azula had always told him. He couldn't imagine that she wasn't... his father wasn't a forgiving man... not by any means whatsoever.

Her words about Aang went in one ear and out the other, but as she spoke about him choosing his father, the man who had given him the terrible scar that covered most of the left side of his face, he grimaced slightly and closed his golden eyes, still looking down. His hands slowly fell, and for a moment he was sure that Katara was going to come back and say something else... but then he heard a sniffle, and the door click. She was crying... for him. Why would anyone... cry over him? The last person who'd ever shed a single tear over him had been his mother...

"I'm sorry..." he said to an empty room, Katara not hearing the words that might have given her hope. "That's something we have in common..."

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