The anger still itched at theback of her eyes. She couldn't believe he had actually accused her of such things. She could feel the rage mixing with the sadness. He truly did hate her. Not because of something he knew but something he believed.
She stopped just outside the tavern and took a deep breath. She pushed the door open and slowly began to make her way through the crowd, having to push her way past people to get back to the corner.
The man wasn't smiling any more, he was just blank. The anger boiled in her again. As she stopped in front of him. He stood up leaving the hands of the other women outstretched to him.
"Whas de matta?" She squinted her eyes at him and shook her head.
"Is it true...?" Nakin's face went hard and he closed his eyes. He opened them and looked over the heads of the people looking at them.
"Dis is not a subject appopriate fer unknown ears. Come and I tell you de entire story." He said and pulled back a curtain that lead into a back room. Katara glared at him for a moment and shook her head.
"Do ya really tink if I was to ravenge you I wouldn'ta done it in de prison?" Katara sighed and felt the the water pouch on her hip. With a hint of hesitation she walked through the curtain. She watched as he turned back to the awaiting eyes of the villagers.
"Continue yer music and celebration. I de business ta attend ta." She shook her head. He was playing up his deamon card to the fullest. He stepped under the curtain and pulled it closed. He walked over to the small dark table and sat down.
"Have a sit down, honi." Katara watched him warily. The moon shone in the window casting the only light in the room. It was a full moon and she felt that she could defend herself if need be. She walked over and sat down at the chair across from him.
"Now since you sittin der and lookin at me as if you feared of me, I know what musta happen." His face grew soft as he looked down at the table. He leaned back in the chair and put his feet on the table as he brought his eyes up again to look at her.
"I could very easy pretend dat I haven't de slightest idea as to why you have come at me wit such anger, but der isn't much I had done in my past dat would create anger in dose other den Fire Nation." Katara shook her head adn looked at him hard.
"Did you rape Azula?" He looked up at her his pink eyes eerily glowing. He shook his head.
"Rape? No. I did enjoy her body however. Not forcibly. Ya see, suga, I was raised in de prisons. I'm pretty skilled at hand to hands and limited weapon use. I am firebender howeva..." He rolled his hand over at the wrist and brought a small orb to his palm.
"It is not truly developed because I neva had a teacha. Dat is until I fell into the favor of the young princess." Katara frowned.
"What do you mean favor?" Nakin looked up at her with a crooked grin.
"She decided that powa is great, but it would be greata still ifen it was companied by a demonic entity. Das where I come in." He pulled his feet down and placed them on the floor. He leaned over and placed his elbows on his knees. He intertwined his fingers and looked at her.
"She became my friend. De only one my age. I fell hard fer her. And de little bitch knew it..." Katara jerked her head up as the word 'bitch' sounded unusually harsh. She decided it was the accent that added more bitterness to the word. He smiled and shook his head.
"Forgive my choice of words der. But when I come of age, about a year ago. She was fifteen I beleive den. I was seventeen. She came to de cell and unlocked de door. She let me out. I fell into her arms and I can prove dat I didn't rape her." Katara shook her head adn crossed her arms over her chest.
"You cannot prove that you didn't somebody." Nakin shook his head and stood up.
"On de contrary, I can. Ya see Azula does have burns scars on her back in de shape hands. And de are from me. But to hold someone down de hands would be facing like dis." He said adn held his arms in front of him palms out.
"De scars on Azula's back are like dis." He turned his hands around as if he were holding someone. Katara frowned deeper.
"I don't understand. I mean I understand what you are saying, but I have never seen the scars so I would have to take you at your word." Nakin nodded and walked over to the window.
"I can understand dat. I said I had proof. Now let me show you my proof." Katara watched as Nakin untied his sash and pulled the black shirt over his head and off of his shoulders exposing a very white trunk. He looked at her for a moment.
"As ya can see, I am very light and being the albino dat I am, my skin is fairly sensative." Katara stood up and backed away from the table not quite knowing what to expect next. He frowned and shook his head.
"Don't back away like you are feared of me. Just look for a moment before ya make yar decision." He said and turned around. On his shoulder blades were horribly ragged scars shaped like hands. She frowned and walked over to get a better look at the scars. Without thinking she brought her hands up and fanned it over the scar. It was only slightly bigger then hers. She let her hands rest on the scars for a moment then she stepped back.
"I see." Nakin turned around to look at her. He held his shirt in his hand for a moment then shook his head as he looked at her.
"I would neva have hurt her. She asked for proof of our love, but when I didn't understand she showed me. I only did what she ask me ta do." He looked down at his shirt and pulled it over his head. He looked up at her as he tied tucked his shirt back in and tied his sash.
"Is that why you just now had yourself surrounded by women?" Nakin chuckled and pulled his long hair over his shoulder and began to braid it.
"Dat is one way of lookin at it. I am merely a lova of beautiful women. Women such as yerself. Which in reminds me...Why is it dat you are travelin wit de prince?" Katara smiled as a small blush lit her face.
"It's a rather long story...but I love him." Nakin smiled warmly.
"Does he love you in return, sweety?" Katara frowned at that. She wrapped her arms around her as uncertainty flowed through her.
"I thought...I thought he did. But earlier he looked at me with such hate in his eyes that it scared me." Nakin nodded his head and walked over to her. He took her hands in his and looked her in the eyes.
"He is only sore at you because of me. It is in his right to hate me because of what I did and what I am. I can see it dough. He do love you Katara. I might nota known you very long, and you ain't known me long neither..." Katara looked up at him as a tear escaped her eye. Nakin shook his head and placed his hand on her chin wiping the tear away with his thumb.
"He is very foolish man ifen he lets you get away. I may see your beauty, but dis man here is no home-wrecker. You go back to yer man now, and you show him, whether or not he know it at the moment, that you love him as much as you say you do. He maybe a stubborn ass at times, but dats just de way us mens are." Katara nodded as she smiled up at him.
"I just couldn't force myself to believe that you are dangerous man after you helped me." Nakin smiled and leaned down to look her in the eyes as he dropped his hand to take hers again.
"Don't go beleivin dat. I's a very dangerous man, honey child. Dangerous as I may be, I can neva let a lady stay in peril." With that he brought her hands up and kissed her knuckles lightly. He straightened and gave her a small kiss on the forehead.
"Ifen you eva need me again just follow the sound of screams." She nodded and let him lead her back out under the curtain and out through the tavern. As he appeare dfrom under the curtain the women latched onto him. He kindly pushed them away and seen her to the door. She looked back after he turned around and smiled. The women surrounded him, hands and all.