Scorn and Sentiment

"Fuck you, Zuko! I'm done!"

The Firebender dodged as yet another glass plate came soaring his way and splattered on the wall behind him. It missed his head by mere inches.

But Katara wouldn't let up. Plates, forks, spoons, anything she could get her hands on in the kitchen where used for her aid.

"Katara, stop!"

"No! I'm sick of your shit! I'm sick of YOU!" The waterbender screamed and threw every object with tears in her eyes.

Zuko was continuously being backed into a wall, using his hands as a shield. He shrieked as a knife raked across his left hand.

"ENOUGH!", he yelled as a breath of fire. But this didn't phase the water bender. Nothing would.

"FUCK ME?! YOU WANNA FUCK ME?!"

Zuko charged toward the her, picked her up and slammed her back against the wall.

"ZUKO LET GO OF ME!", she continued to flail.

"Why would I?!", Zuko said with a sadistic grin. "You said you wanted to fuck me." He forced her hands above her head and hoisted her upward, pressing his body against hers, torso to torso.

She desperately thrashed her legs around his waist. "Let go of me!"

But he didn't listen. He never did. He held her in place with one hand, and pulled down his pants with the other. He slapped one thigh and slung it around his waist as he forced his way inside. Katara moaned against her will and the other leg soon followed suit. Her breath was caught in her throat as he punished her repeatedly. Over and over. Harder, Deeper, Faster. Zuko growled as steam began to rise from his hand, scalding her wrist. Her back ached and her body yearned as he pounded into her. Her ragged breathing hitched as she screamed for release. She fell to the floor as Zuko dropped her. He loomed over her before he jerked her chin upward and kissed her. Hard.

"Now", he said heaving. "Clean this mess up." He pulled up his jeans, grabbed his keys off the counter and left. Katara sat there, half naked on her kitchen floor in nothing but a nightgown. Heartbroken, sobbing and sore. She looked around at the mess she had created. Chairs were overturned, pictures had fallen and more than half of her silver wear was destroyed.

As bad as this seemed, deep down Katara knew it wasn't as bad as it could've been. Or had been. Some fights had ended in scorched or frozen and shattered belongings. Others ended in black eyes, or cuts, or even phone calls to the police. In Katara's reality, this was nothing. But she couldn't deny that it hurt. She shoved her hands in her face and cried. Loudly and freely. At this time of night, she doubted that anyone would hear her. And even if they did, she didn't care. She didn't care about anything but him. Through her tears she wondered where he'd gone. Who he might've went to see. She figured she wasn't the only girl he was seeing. She gave a sarcastic huff; She knew she wasn't the only girl he was seeing. And yet, she still stayed. Through all the lies, harsh words, and mortal combat, one thing was absolutely certain: She loved him with all her heart.

When the wave of tears came to a halt, she examined her burned wrist. Again, not as bad as it could've been. She wiped her nose and staggered to her feet. She had a lot of cleaning to do.

Ok so I have no idea where I'm going with this story but it, quite literally, came to me out of no where so I just had to write it down! Let me know whatcha think and if I should continue!