His knuckles turned white as he observed the many crimson rivulets pooling on his fair skin. In his other hand, an ornately decorated dagger clenched tightly. His servants wondered why their beloved leader needed it; but upon their inquiring, they were given a comforting smile, and nothing more.
A small whimper of pain and relief escaped his lips as he made another line, this time across his shoulder. He mentally reproached himself, this was his punishment, and he should not take such pleasure in it. Fingers loosened around the gem-studded weapon, and it fell to the floor with a reverberating clang. Zuko sighed deeply and wrapped the bleeding wounds with bandages, slipped on a satin robe, and kicked the dagger under his bed.
So, I will continue this. BUT. you must decide whether it will be Zuko x Katara, or Zuko x Toph. Vote in the review that I know you will leave... right?