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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
2008-10-31 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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