RIGHT! I got some pretty odd reviews for that last one! But their all good reviews none the less! Hehe, THANKYOU SO MUCH!
Now because I'm listening to romantic love music, mainly Utada Hikaru I will now write a bloody drabble. Yeah, bloody, blood red, you know, the stuff that comes out your skin when you go "HOMG KNIFE STABBED ME! GAH!ONE ONE111 Yo…
Warning: Violence and blood and guts and lots of bloody stuff…
You know what I named this document?
"BLOOD YAY" … I need a psychiatrist…
He barely knew her, the only time he even had actually approached her was the fight in the Oasis and the thieving of the water-bending scroll.
And here she was, stuck in this damp cave they had fallen into from running away from each other and he was already covered in her rich, red blood. It dribbled from her mouth and from the wound in her lungs.
It was ironic really, they were suppose to be enemies, yet he was cradling her head with his arm, and keeping a firm hold on her pale, shivering body, her eyes blinded by tears that ran down her paled face.
She was loosing a lot of blood. And the wound was getting deeper just by being exposed to the cold air.
Her clothing was ripped near the front, and had lost a lot of length. Her legs pressed against Zuko's thigh as his hand came around to support her shoulder.
He watched her gasp for breath and speak incoherent gasps, whispers of the heart, silent grasps of the past and present.
She would never know the future…how could she. She was dying.
In the arms of an enemy, dying in the arms of her terrors. He was soft with her, caressing her cheek as he pressed his mouth against her own to suck out the red substance from her lungs.
The blood was filling up into her lungs, as her ribs became pushed against her skin.
Her body shook and violently shuddered in his arms as the blood began to deepen in his, and her clothes.
He was too afraid to do anything else, all he could do was watch…watch her die.
Agni, he hated himself he always felt so useless, so stupid so- so unbelievably fire nation like…
"Zu-Zuko…" Katara's hand reached out across his face, her eyebrows raised as she tried to grasp what looked like air…
"Zuko…whe- where are you-" She spluttered blood onto the floor as she coughed violently.
Zuko grasped her cold, small hand in his own and pushed his cheek against hers.
She Howled, her teeth bared at the dragon as they stared, she stared into the dark pools of chaos, what was hidden under those beastly eyes as her snarl began to dig further into her fur
Her claws splattered with red marks of many types of blood, the dragon roared ferociously as fire spurted out of his nostrils. The wolf bowed its head low and kept its deathly silent stare on the dragon, blood dropping slowly from the wound in her side.
"I'm here Katara, I'm here" He rubbed his warm face against her own and squeezed her hand as it lightly dropped onto his lap.
She smiled up at him.
"Im-Im glad y-you know…I-I'm gl- blood wept its way from her side and she screamed in pain.
Zuko clutched his bottom corner of his shirt to her wound and hushed her.
"Its okay, Katara. It's okay. Your going to be all right, okay?"
Katara smiled and closed her eyes.
"So, Tired of fighting, wh-what's the point…-I-im sorry for- for the injuri-injuries back at th-the Oasis…I-I'm so sorry…Zuko…" Her eyes widened she couldn't see him anymore she couldn't fe-
A warm hand stroked her bloodied cheek and she sighed contently.
The dragon watched as the wolf, and his father fought, they fought as if nothing in the world mattered except for the blood, and the carnage the dragon had created…the roars of pain, the howls of tears and the etching of skin.
The whole battlefield was wrenched, and covered in dying bodies, some dead some weeping for what was not there. What could have been there. The bird, the avatar sang no more. It did not chirp and fly around ecstatically anymore, its wings stabbed onto a crucible, blood seeping and drenching the once white feathers.
Okami's brother lay dead. There was nothing left of him except the burning carcass of the warrior. His jaw slightly ajar as the blood dripped onto the floor quietly like a river to the ocean, his fur was mangled, and the once blue eyes were misty and dead.
And the blind bear, the blind earth bear lay motionless, her back to the battle and a spear raised up against her back, blood splattered on the hand of the spear, it was broken in half and many cracks were raised around the edge of the spear. A broken dragon nail was stuck in her eye, and the slightest hint of blood ran from her eye to the ground.
There was nothing here; there was never anything here. Only blind hope for the Avatar, and now his Okami stood her ground as his father roared against her wounds, and screeched against her pride, and power.
Her fur, had started to drip droplets of small red liquid, a giant gash lay in both her sides, and yet, she still fought…
"Do-Don't le-leave me...Zu-Zuko…please don't leave" She whispered
His eyes watched her as she closed her eyes slowly, he watched her hand grasp his own, and the darkness of the cave fell silent, her rasped breath and his own beating of his heart was the only thing left to listen to.
"Its okay, Katara? You know, when we get you healed, you're going to get married to a wonderful person, a powerful bender! Handsome and tall, and- and" Zuko's eyes began to water and Katara opened her eyes slowly to feel the water droplets hit her face.
"And then, you'll make lots of babies lots of them" He forced a smile as his eyes became blurred with a surreal effect of water. Her eyes began to water as his own slowly closed to push the tears out of his way of sight.
He grasped her small figure slowly and pushed her head against his shoulder, he wept not only for her, not only because her brother and her Avatar was not there to be with her as she died. She was stuck with a worthless ex-prince. A thief, and a betrayer to his own country.
It was as if, her death was a punishment for his own death.
His hands clasped her small shoulders as the imprint of solid blood made its way to his fingers, and his palm. Her clothes, and his top half of his shirt were completely drenched in what seemed to be the shameful red liquid, of his dying opposite.
He held her, as she bled. He whispered in her ear as she howled in pain her blood loss was now a giant pool of her own sanctity around her, and Ouji. Her fur mangled, and wet. The stab wound from his father's tail. And the gash against her chest.
Her white tail limply fell on the ground as he held her, and he roared with the might of twenty volcanoes, the fire rumbling as the sky grew dark and the wolf's cries were covered by the cold, and harsh lullaby, of droplets.
"Zu-Zuko…Thank you…Th-Thank you for being with me…" Her hand came and grasped Zuko in what seemed to be a clutch of a hug, it grasped his blood drenched shoulder, and her hand fell to the ground.
Zuko held onto her lifeless body. And he wept.
For the past.
For the present.
And for her.
There was no future now; there was only what was left of what would not be.
She was dead. He burnt her christened white body with his own breath, and she was adorned in flowers and her mane brushed, and cleaned.
That day, he died.
Along side his Okami.
A/N: …I swear, I'm not used to writing sad drabbles. Oh well, I tried my best! Hope you enjoy!
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