Hey, guys:)) Zutara is my favorite ship ever, aside from Longerbee:)) I made this for us, the Zutarians, who never had our thirst properly quenched:)) The prompts are courtesy of cutekittyichigo on deviantart. Please, enjoy:))
I don't own A:TLA, sadly, but I'll live:))
Honour.
Zuko sighed deeply through his nose. The ironclad ship sliced through the water, the icy mist spraying against his face. He pushed his sooty black hair out of his eyes and sighed again. It had been three and a half years since his father had banished him, and Zuko had given up on believing that this day would ever come. He was returning home. Back to the place where he was born and raised, the place he was familiar with. This didn't bring him joy.
Ah, but you know why it doesn't…His brain whispered.
He shoved the thought away for the millionth time, but it kept returning like a pesky insect. In the catacombs beneath Ba Sing Se, he felt that whatever honor he actually possessed had been lost. All he could see in his mind's eye was the betrayal in the eyes of Katara and his Uncle.
Katara. Her bright blue eyes meeting his as she offered to heal his scar. He searched those eyes relentlessly, looking for any sign that she was taunting him, but all he could find in those clear pools was kindness. She had touched his scar- the first person to do that besides the doctor- her cool tanned fingers running over the skin there. His eyes met hers again, expecting revulsion, but finding only concern. Her fingers found his in the glowing green light and he didn't even look at her eyes this time, learning all he needed to from the gentle pressure on his palm. Katara had honor. Honor that shone through even when facing danger, honor that shone when she fought. She never raised her hand to deliver the first blow. She had maintained honor and loyalty ubiquitously, and Zuko felt like scum. He had betrayed her, and for the first time in months, he questioned his honor. He had always felt like a disgrace because he refused to fight his father, and he ad thought that that was how he lost his honor. Only recently had his Uncle managed to convince Zuko that he had never really lost it. Honor is a person's sense of morality, their sense of right and wrong. And standing on the bow of his sister's ship, with the Avatar dead and his Uncle imprisoned, Zuko felt morally wrong indeed.
So didya like it? Please feel free to review, I'm not scared. :)
