To serve my master
by Etherealstar

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Chapter 8: Getting too close to the enemy

Katara stuttered at first. Shocked by his sudden request.

"Well?"

And the sparkle of naughtiness that she never saw, she finally did.

She had no choice.

Leaning over, back bent forward, she almost wanted to cringe at what she was doing.

Already a breath away from the floor, Katara twirled her tongue over the tofu.

Zuko's smirk broadened.

Closing her eyes almost for a moment, she tried not to scream at Zuko. 'He's an idiot, he's absolutely ghastly!'

Trying to get the tofu into her mouth, it slipped away on the ground causing her anger to heighten.

'Come on you stupid thing'

Having a firm hold of it, she used her teeth on a piece of the tofu.

Katara looked at Zuko.

In his eyes she saw golden twinkles shimmering. They were mischievous, naughty, luring, lewd and in one word, evil.

Calling her with his index finger she crawled forward.

Taking up his chopsticks, he handled the tofu out her mouth. Placing it in his, he munched down, letting his tongue lick his lips devilishly slow.

Gritting his teeth, he whispered, "I want more. Feed me"

Katara was now officially shocked and blown away. 'Kami, if this is for all the times I did wrong things in my life then I'm really sorry. But please, torture me in other means'

"I'm waiting my little slave"

Katara obliged. Her duty was simple. To serve and give anything her master requests, not coming to those terms meant suffering serious consequences or worse, punishment.

Katara again tried her luck with the slippery tofu. Twirling and twisting her serpentine tongue over the food, Zuko couldn't help but hiss at her luring actions. Though she found it innocent, he found it lewd and appetizing. The insatiable feeling of just wanting to see more of her wondrous innocence was driving him crazy. Zuko wanted more, and by any means he'd have it.

Dipping down to grip the tofu, Katara used her teeth to pick up another piece. Crawling to his side, she took the chopsticks from his hand. Picking up the tofu with the eating sticks she fed Zuko. And a like a bratty prince who gets anything his heart desires, he ate it with a satisfied smirk on his face.

The process had gone on for a couple minutes until there weren't anymore pieces of tofu.

Zuko wiped his mouth. "Tasted good, slave"

Katara turned from him, why was it that she felt so violated by what he did? Why did it feel like she did something to offend her dignity? Why did Zuko do something like this?

"I'll be leaving you" he paused, "for a while" he smirked, "until then, find something to preoccupy yourself" he began leaving the room.

"Oh, and this afternoon, I have a little job for you"

"Oh, what is it?"

"Oh, you'll see." He laughed distrustfully, "that you will"

With that he left her to think.

'Man Zuko, do I hate you' she sighed, blowing a tendril of hair out her face.

Dear Fire Nations,

You are cordially invited to a dance on the 25th of this month. You will be expected to show at 6pm in the theme of black and white. Any persons who do not oblige our dress code will not be accepted. No exceptions. Henceforth, persons who are permitted must bring a mask to cover their identity until twelve that night. All Fire Nations are permitted a subservient posse and a meek young woman. This dance is to remind Fire Nations of the history we had in the making. All prestige officials will be present and as a sign of prestige and honour one should oblige unless ill or for unfortunate reasons.

From Princess Kimiko.

Fire-bender.

"Madam Tristle" Katara spoke softly.

"Yes girl, what is it?" the woman asked.

"Do you have any chores I may do?"

"Hmm. I'd give you a lot but since you're strictly Zuko's business then I'll have to give you chores which follow up to his orders. Hmm, lets see what you can do" she thought for a minute. Rubbing her digits in retrospect.

"You could scrub his toilet" she spoke

Katara popped her eyes open wide. 'WHAT?'

The woman laughed at Katara's expression, "but I've already scrubbed it.'

'Phew!'

"Hmm, his bathroom tub needs scrubbing. Go to it. Don't take too long because Zuko takes a bath around four" she spoke.

"Yes Madam"

Bucket, scrubby cloth, soapy water and two gloves Katara was ready to scrub the surprisingly huge tub.

Sliding into the tub she began the scrubbing procedure. Seeing grime, limestone deposit and mildew all stuck to his tub she felt the nauseous feeling coming on. 'Boy oh boy, does Zuko know the meaning of stink'

Scrubbing one particular spot Katara saw the damn thing wasn't coming off. 'Hell what are you?'

She scrubbed so hard that she felt her fingers were coming off. The burning in her fingers made her stop for a while. Bending and stretching them a bit she returned to her tedious task.

For hours Katara kept at her scrubbing, washing and wiping of the tub. She wanted Zuko to see she did an amazing job of the bathroom. She wanted everything to be perfect and spotless.

Buffing the wooden tub aesthetically, with her tongue stuck out as she perfected the buffing technique, she had to admit she did a bloody good job.

Meanwhile:

Burned out from a long workout with his soldiers, Zuko stripped off his shirt feeling all gooey and sticky.

"I'll be heading up to take a bath" he told his soldiers, leaving them to train.

They were all becoming quicker and sharper especially that boy, Maine.

The boy was exceptionally fluent with hand and foot strikes. His combat strategy was all the better. What kept him a good fighter was the fact he studied his fighter and adapted to the blows. Zuko looked at the boy, he'd have to keep a close eye on him. Just in case.

As Zuko entered the establishment his uncle Iroh stared at him. "What's the reason for the shirt off?"

"I smell like a goat and I feel all dirty" he spoke.

Iroh made a distasteful face.

Madam Tristle saw Zuko going up the stairs.

"Master, Zuko"

The young boy didn't want to hear anything, he was exceptionally gritty.

Zuko ran up the stairs to pass her chatting.

'Well if you don't want to hear my lord then you'll discover.' A smile on her face.

Zuko walked down the long hall making his way to his room. Wiping the sweat off his chest, he loosed his hair and proceeded to his bathroom. Dropping the shirt on his floor and taking off his shoes in a stumbling manner, Zuko felt ready for a bath. He didn't care if his tub didn't have water yet, he'd full it.

Grabbing a towel from the bench he entered his bathroom.

His tub as usual was the focal point. He couldn't wait to take a nice long bath. No distractions, no anybody. Just he and the water.

Zuko began untying the belt from his pants his hands fumbling with the cords. 'Goodness gracious, I hate it when I tie these things too tight'

Finally having the coils free, he began undoing his pants.

"Ahhh! Finished" spoke a confident person. Wiping her brow at a good day's accomplishment, Katara was completely blown head over heals at what she saw.

'Oh damn' was their expressions.

Their eyes popped open like saucers and neither party could move away their focused stare.

Zuko for one was completely shocked. 'What the &#&# is she doing in here?' Zuko was amazed, never in his life had something as embarrassing as this happened. Thankfully his pants weren't off. Quickly snapping them back on, Katara couldn't help but stare.

'Boy, if a nosebleed's coming on I won't stop it 'coz damn I saw it all today.'

Zuko turned his back from her. His face flushed but his anger racing.

"Give me one good reason I shouldn't kill you?" he turned around in a snap.

The anger on his face was all that scared her.

'Oh damn, he doesn't look too pleased.'

"Ev-everything alright M-Master Zuko?"

Katara began backing out his tub.

He cracked his knuckles giving her a stare of death.

"M-master Zuko?"

Katara began scooting out his door when she saw he was following her.

"Say your prays water-bender"

'Trust me, I'm saying them'

Still converging her with anger rippled across his face, Katara held her breath. Tucked back into a corner, Katara stooped down. Seeing his face one last time, Katara covered her face with both her arms for protection.

The sight of seeing her this beaten and pathetic made Zuko feel remorse.

He wanted so badly to teach her reason. 'The little pervert.'

"Why were you in my bathroom slave?"

"Madam T-Tristle said I should clean it, master"

'Hmm, no wonder Tristle was speaking to me. Bahh! Why am I so stubborn when I'm ready?'

Turning away from Katara, Zuko disappeared in his bathroom. Slamming the door shut, a picture fell off the wall.

By then Katara knew the coast was clear. Katara sighed, 'I guess that means he didn't notice that the bathroom is clean.' She frowned a bit but what could she do?

Getting up from the corner she went over to where the fallen picture was. Picking it up she saw it was a picture of a girl. She was no older than she was, but still this girl she was a distracting beauty.

From the looks of it the girl didn't seem to look like anyone of Zuko's relatives Katara knew. Katara knew about Zuko's sister, Zula, from his diary but she knew nothing more of other closely attached persons. Sometimes Katara wondered where is his mother in all those writings?

Taking the picture out the frame, she looked at it more carefully.

The girl who was smiling with bright silver-green eyes, wore pink lips and black hair in curls. Katara could see she was Fire Nation prestige from the grand hall and Fire Nation pictures decorating the hall.

Turning the picture around Katara read.

To my beloved darling, Zuko.

-Kimiko.

Katara sunk a bit, 'whose Kimiko?'

To be continued