Summary: They have had their good times and their bad. The war has ended, and new relationships are thriving. Katara and Zuko are living happily as a married couple. That happiness can only last for so long. Arguments ensue and stress sets in, but love prevails over everything. This is their story…
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Chapter 7 – Occasions
"Wait—What?"
"We all went down to the marketplace—"
"Yeah, I got that part. What do you mean, Supai left?" Zuko cut her off.
"I don't know, Zuko. He just left," Katara said, uncertain of how to explain.
Zuko huffed, sitting down on the edge of the bed, his hands in his hair. "Can you just tell me what happened?"
Katara sighed. "Well, there really isn't anything to tell, Zuko. Supai met us at the marketplace, like I told him to. Aang, Sokka and Suki, Toph, and I all rode there on Appa. Sokka and Aang had gone off to the blacksmith's to look at swords and such while Suki, Toph, and I all went back to that small jewelry store. Supai followed us…"
Zuko nodded, obviously annoyed. "Uh, huh. And when did you notice that Lieutenant Supai was gone?"
"Well, I didn't notice it; Toph did. Suki and I were just browsing, talking about random things, when Toph came up and told us that he left. I don't know…" Katara said, shaking her head back and forth.
"Did he say anything?" Zuko said, annoyance still in his voice.
Katara shook her head slowly. "No."
Zuko took a deep breath and stood, pacing the large room. "Why would he just leave?" he whispered, more to himself than anything else.
It was Katara's turn to sit on the bed. She twiddled her thumbs as she watched Zuko pace the floor in front of her. Out of habit, she kept listening to what he was saying, despite the fact that there was no real answer to any of his questions. Regardless, she watched him, listening to his apparent frustration.
"Why would he leave? Where would he go?" Zuko whispered, threading his hands into his hair again. "Would he go the barracks? No, guard detail was set to the council rooms because of King Burei's arrival…"
Katara cleared her throat. "Uh, Zuko?"
He didn't seem to hear her. "Then where would he go?"
"Zuko?" Katara tried again. No answer.
"I can't imagine what he could have…"
"Zuko!"
He wheeled around, facing her. "What?" he snapped. He noticed the hurt look on Katara's face and his demeanor quickly changed. He pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger, sighing. "Sorry. What did you want to say?"
"Why are you so heated about this?" She patted the bed next to her and he sat. "I feel kind of bad now. Should I not have told you?"
Why am I mad? Well, maybe it's because I have to go away soon, and I need to make sure the guards are doing what they are trained to do! he so desperately wanted to say, but he held his tongue. Zuko should his head quickly. "No! No, I'm glad you told me. It's just… Ugh!" he said, his fingers rubbing at his eyes.
"Why are you so annoyed?" Katara asked, her hand coming up to his shoulder, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
"It's just… I have guards to protect myself—and my loved ones—for a reason. And the idea of my guards not doing what they are trained to do just baffles me. I was so unsure of Supai when he was being trained. He's the youngest of all the guards here at the palace, especially in the Royal Division."
"Okay…?" Katara said, utterly confused.
"Not many guards are promoted into the Royal Division, and the ones that are usually are fairly old and experienced. When they assigned Supai—a mere Lieutenant—to protect the Fire Lord and Lady, I just felt uneasy. And this isn't making it any better…
"I don't mind you going out, you know that. But, when you do, I expect the guards to be able to protect you; and anyone you are with, if necessary. They can't do their jobs when they aren't around. You understand?"
Katara nodded. "Yeah, but there's just one thing that I don't understand."
Zuko cleared his throat. "And what's that?"
"What exactly do I need protection from? I'm a master waterbender! Whoever so chooses to mess with me and my friends does so at their own expense."
This made Zuko laugh. "Believe me, I know of your abilities, Katara. And you're right. Whoever messes with you doesn't realize who they are dealing with until it's too late. But that's not the point."
"So, what is, then?"
Zuko sighed. "Honestly? I don't even really know…"
Katara's brow furrowed. "What, you expect another uprising?"
Zuko's hands clawed his knees, his knuckles turning a ghostly white. "I don't know. I just want everyone to be safe. And I just feel a little apprehensive, knowing that Lieutenant Supai lef—"
Katara shook his shoulder, cutting off his sentence. "Zuko, nothing's going to happen. Wasn't it just the other day that we were talking about all of that being behind us?" Zuko shook his head. "Come on. I'm sure that Supai leaving us at the marketplace was nothing. Yes, he is young and (to be completely honest) a little awkward when it comes to his duties, but I'm sure it's nothing. He probably just remembered something at home, or maybe a family thing he forgot about? Are you sure there were no other duties for the guards today?" she asked.
"Positive. They were my orders. I'm sure I would remember what I told the guards," he snapped. "Of course, it all depends on if the guards were paying attention to my orders!"
"Okay, don't turn into such a hot-head. It was just a question. Regardless of why Supai left, he left. We can't change what happened today. It just did. We don't have to worry about it anymore."
Zuko let out a sigh. "I guess."
Katara laughed. "Well, we still have our 'relaxation day' to look forward to in a couple days, right?"
Zuko chuckled. "Right." He smiled, giving her hand a squeeze. "But I'm not having Lieutenant Supai on our guard detail for a long time."
Katara laughed.
A loud, meaningful knock sounded from the office door, bringing Zuko out of concentration. He sighed quietly, placing another scroll neatly on the desk in front of him.
"Come in."
The door knob visibly turned and the door swung open to reveal Sokka in the doorway. "Hey, you got a minute?" he asked.
Zuko straightened his back, sitting up straight, and nodded. "Yeah, sure." He gestured to the chairs in front of the desk. Sokka walked across the room, his stride determined, which only made Zuko feel a little nervous as he watched him approach and take a chair. "What's on your mind?" he asked, unsure.
"Well, I'm not interrupting anything, am I? You busy?" Sokka asked.
"No, not at all. I'm just organizing myself before we leave tonight," he shrugged.
Sokka nodded. "Oh."
"Something wrong?" Zuko asked.
"Nothing, bad. It's just…" Sokka slouched forward in the chair, his elbows resting on his knees. "It's Katara."
Zuko's brow furrowed. "What about Katara?"
Sokka cleared his throat. "Well, a couple days ago, when you were meeting with the Earth King, we all went to the marketplace…"
"I know."
"…and Katara had some guard follow us. But he was just weird. He seemed nervous around Aang, and he seemed to be hiding something from Katara, like, something bad…"
Zuko sighed. "I know."
Sokka continued. "But, then, when Aang and I came back from the shop we were at, Katara said that the guy just left them there, unprotected!"
"I know, Sokka," Zuko said, his face taking on a hard mask.
Sokka sat up straight. "Wait. You know? How?"
Zuko shrugged a shoulder. "Katara told me when I got back from the meeting."
Sokka laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Oh, well, then. I guess I should have known that she would tell you. She always tells you everything. It's just…"
"Just what, Sokka?" Zuko asked, his tone showing a slight annoyance.
"I just want to know who the guy was! I mean, what kind of guard just wanders off and leaves their leader—or I guess their leader's wife, right?—without protection?"
"My thoughts exactly, Sokka."
"Good to know you feel that way, man. I mean, yeah, Katara's Fire Lady now, but she's still my little sister!"
"I know." Zuko nodded his head slowly.
Sokka raised his eyebrows. "Do you know this guy, anyway? Do you, like, meet your guards when they are trained?"
Zuko gave another nod. "Yes, and yes. His name is Supai. He's a newly recruited Lieutenant on guard detail. Believe me, I wasn't so sure when they recruited him, because he's so young and inexperienced compared to the others, but…"
"Have you talked to this Lieutenant Supai guy, and asked him why he ditched my sister in the middle of the marketplace?"
Zuko sat back, crossing his arms. "No. Every time I'm free to be able to have a conference with him, no one seems to know where the kid goes." He shook his head. "It's infuriating."
"I know how you feel. I know it's not my place to be asking around, but I have, and I've come up with nothing. I mean, you said he was just a Lieutenant, right? So that means he has a commanding officer; talk to him."
Zuko shrugged. "Yes, he has a commanding officer. General Sagi. He's one of my best men, and a good friend. I had called for an audience with him as soon as Katara told me."
"And what did he say?" Sokka pressed.
Zuko shrugged and shook his head slowly. "He said he hadn't known anything about it and agreed to put Supai on restrictive duty for his behavior—cleaning the barracks, polishing armor, cleaning uniforms, the usual punishment for the men who step out of line. At first, he offered to have him stripped of his reputation and demoted, but I said that seemed to be a little much…"
"Yeah, that's understandable, I guess," Sokka nodded.
"So, it's being handled. I'm sorry I don't really have much more information, Sokka. Clearly you're as frustrated about this; so am I. Honestly, I don't really know what to do about it, that's the thing. I promise you, Sokka, if I get any more information about it, I'll let you know as soon as I can."
Sokka stood to leave and offered Zuko his hand for a shake. He turned, chewing on the inside of his cheek, ready to leave the office when he suddenly turned back to the Fire Lord. "Nothing's going on, is there?"
Zuko looked up. "What?"
Sokka waved his hands as he spoke. "You know, there aren't any riots or anything strange like that going on again, right?"
Zuko stayed silent, shaking his head, eyeing the Water Tribesman warily. Sokka hummed thoughtfully, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Care to elaborate, Sokka?" Zuko asked, threading his fingers on his desk.
"Look, Zuko—we're brothers. We're family. I knew that when you married my sister. You're one my best friends, man, and you know that. But, you know how I felt when I first found out about you and Katara and—"
"Sokka?" Zuko cut him off. "What are you trying to say?"
Sokka sucked his teeth. "Look, man, all right? All I'm saying is that nothing bad better happen to my sister. You have to admit, the last time something strange like this happened, nothing good came out of it. People got hurt. Katara got hurt! I don't want that happening again!"
"Sokka—"
"Let me finish! I want you to find out everything you can about where this guy went. I don't care if he did have ulterior motives for leaving Katara (and my pregnant wife, lest we forget that fact) or if he simply couldn't hold his bladder back any longer. I want you to find out as soon as possible, because if anything happens, and Katara gets hurt again…"
Zuko sighed. "Sokka, I—"
Sokka held his hand up, silencing him. "We are family, Zuko, and I hate to have to do this, but… If something is going on, or if something bad happens to Katara because of it… I will come back here. And I will hurt you. That's a promise. Understood?"
Zuko swallowed, giving a stiff nod.
Sokka nodded. "Good. And I'm sorry, but I think it's best if I say goodbye here and now. Thanks for the hospitality and everything."
"Of course," Zuko said, standing. He took Sokka's arm in the customary Water Tribe way. He gave an inward sigh when he felt Sokka grasp his arm and give a light squeeze in return.
Sokka looked him straight in the eye. "I was serious. You know that, right?"
Zuko gave a firm nod. "I know you were. And I can promise you, nothing bad will happen to Katara. I'd die before I allowed for anything to happen to her again."
Sokka stepped back, his arm reaching out for the door. "That's good to hear, Zuko. I'll be in touch, as always. Suki's going to be coming up on her due date soon, so…"
"Yeah," Zuko said, suddenly feeling very awkward.
"Well, bye, Zuko. Have a nice vacation," Sokka said, opening the door.
"I will. Thanks, Sokka."
Sokka gave a weak smile before stepping out of the room, closing the door clicking closed behind him.
Zuko sighed, his hands coming up to rub his face.
Agni, help me…
Zuko walked the hallways, his intent on getting back to his and Katara's personal chambers in order to fully prepare for their trip to Ember Island. It had been a quick, last minute decision, but he didn't care. It had been what felt like an eternity since they had been back to the island, and Zuko had thought it would be a nice surprise for the time that he and Katara had planned. It had been a pain in his rear to try to weasel his way into a couple days' peace, earning himself and his wife a small, but very need vacation, but when the council finally caved, he was elated. Zuko was finally getting a break from all of the political nonsense and Fire Lord duties, and he planned to take full advantage of it.
Zuko chuckled to himself as he walked, remembering Katara's face when he told her to gather enough things to last her a couple days. The confusion he saw there was priceless, but he was pleased when she had finally agreed and begun packing, even seeking out Rina for some assistance.
In the end, however, Zuko had an ulterior motive for planning the trip to Ember Island. He figured that the best way to tell Katara that his presence was needed in the Earth Kingdom was when she was relaxed and in a good mood. But, perhaps that was just his stupid, male mind talking. Either way, Zuko figured that the next few days would be good for the both of them.
As he walked, Zuko noticed nothing out of the norm. As he passed, each servant would bow their head in respect, or utter a quiet Fire Lord Zuko as if to acknowledge his presence. He answered each with a firm nod of his head, followed by the slightest perk of his lips, just as he did any other day. Everything seemed to be going fine and in the right direction until Zuko spotted Lieutenant Supai rounding the corner, carrying what looked like a stack of parchments. Zuko squared his shoulders and walked purposefully toward him.
"Lieutenant!" he called.
Supai looked up, startled, dropping the papers he had to the floor just as Zuko reached him. "Fire Lord Zuko! Forgive me, sir. I'm so sorry," he said, bowing low before kneeling to gather up the parchments in haste. Zuko frowned at his sudden quickness, but thought nothing of it. As he stacked them neatly back into his arms, standing straight, he slowly caught the Fire Lord's eye. "What can I do for you, sir?"
Zuko kept his voice stern. "I would like to speak with you, if you have a moment."
Supai nodded his head, giving no argument. "Of course, sir. Anything for you, Fire Lord."
Zuko nodded. "Follow me."
Supai nodded and began to follow Zuko as he walked away. Zuko figured it would be best to talk to Lieutenant Supai in his private offices, where people know not to disturb. He didn't usually allow for anyone to enter his private working area, unless they were close friends or family. Either way, Zuko thought that this suited the situation best. Going to the throne room would probably just scare the poor guy. Oh, well, I guess Katara's going to have to wait a while longer… he thought.
As they entered the room, Zuko gestured to one of the chairs. "Sit."
Supai's replied with a shaky voice. "Of course, sir," he said, bowing low before sitting in the offered chair.
Zuko crossed to the other side of the room and leaned on his desk—not yet sitting on it, but pushing the brunt of his weight against the polished wood.
He crossed his arms. "I'm sure you know what I'm about to say…"
Supai swallowed. "Yes, my lord."
Zuko's voice came out very harsh. "I won't tolerate this happening again, Lieutenant." Wow. You sound like your father, his subconscious told him. He shook his head. No. I'm not like him!
The Fire Lord's sudden silence concerned the young man. "Sir?"
Zuko closed his eyes. Nothing like him! Nothing!
"Fire Lord Zuko?"
Zuko's eyes snapped open, eyeing Lieutenant Supai's concerned face. He cleared his throat. "Yes. As I was saying, I won't have you running off in the middle of—"
"Sir? If I may?" Supai asked, his voice wary.
Zuko gave out a frustrated sigh. "What is it? Speak freely."
Supai took a deep breath. "Fire Lord Zuko, I know it was wrong for me to leave Lady Katara. I promise to never make that mistake again."
"Then, what made you decide to leave my wife and our friends alone in the marketplace, unguarded?"
"Again, I apologize, Fire Lord. I had forgotten that my mother was coming to town and wasn't sure if there was going to be anyone there to meet her at the docks—"
"And you thought that your mother's arrival into the city was more important than your Fire Lady's safety?" Zuko asked, annoyance creeping into his voice. "Are you sure that's what was going on? Or did you just decide you had had enough trouble providing protection to my wife?"
"No!" Supai yelled, his voice echoing off the walls. Zuko raised his eyebrows as if offering up a challenge and Supai was quick to correct himself. "Forgive me, Fire Lord Zuko. I did not mean to get so…so…"
Zuko held up his hand, stopping Supai mid-sentence. "Lieutenant, I don't want this getting out of hand. As you know, when I took over the throne, my goal was to rule without my guards and staff living in fear of me. However, when someone does something wrong, especially at this level, there needs to be an understanding."
Supai nodded. "Yes, sir."
"I had a talk with General Sagi, I'm sure you are aware?" Zuko asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, sir."
"So, you know what your punishment is for this carelessness and insubordination, correct?"
Supai sighed. "Yes, sir."
Zuko nodded. "I would just like you to know, Lieutenant, that you are getting off easy with this offense. Sagi wanted you to have to completely restart your training at lowest rank."
Supai winced, but gave no argument. "Yes, sir?"
"I say again, you are getting off easy this time. But if something ever happens like this again, Supai. You will be demoted to the lowest level. I will not have my guards be as careless as to leave my wife out on her own in places such as a busy marketplace. We leave in a time of peace now, yes, but that environment is still not a suitable, safe place for the Fire Lady to be by herself without any imperial protection. Am I clear?"
Supai swallowed, bowing his head. "Yes, my lord."
"You are dismissed," Zuko said, his voice low.
"Thank you, sir." Supai stood, gathered his stack of parchments, and started to head toward the door. As his hand reached the handle, Zuko spoke up.
"One more thing before you leave, Lieutenant. What have you got, there?" he asked, gesturing towards the parchment stack In Supai's arms.
The Lieutenant looked down at his arms briefly before returning his gaze to the Fire Lord. "Oh, nothing of importance, sir—training schedules. It's a part of my new, temporary duties. I have to copy and distribute each schedule by hand."
Zuko gave a firm nod. "Very well. Return to your duties, then."
"Of course, Fire Lord."
Supai walked out of the office, giving out a low sigh. He hugged the parchments to his chest and looked out into the hallway, first to the left, then the right, checking to see if the coast was clear. His shoulders slumped in relief as he found the hall empty. Supai then glanced down at the top page of the stack, reading its headlines:
. . . .
.CHANGE IS COMING.
.THE PHOENIX KING WILL RISE AGAIN.
.NEW PARTY MEMBERS NEEDED.
.DOWN WITH FIRE LORD ZUKO.
. . . .
Supai looked up from the flyer, an evil smirk finding its way to his lips.
Chaos.
That's what this was.
Chaos.
And terror.
And panic.
"Katara!" he coughed out. The smoke was too much for his lungs to handle. Sweat covered his brow from the growing heat behind him. For once in his life, he exhaled slowly, bringing down the growing flames at the window behind him, happy to be a firebender. But he could only hold the inferno back for so long; and he knew that.
I need to find Katara, he thought. I have to know that she's okay.
The sounds of frightened screams and shattering glass echoed throughout the palace. The rebels could be heard shouting orders to each other, what rooms were cleared and which ones weren't. Please, Katara be okay…
Zuko pressed his ear to the double doors of his office, surprised the rebels hadn't thought to check them first. He sighed with relief when he didn't hear any voices or movement outside the ornate wood. He was also pleased to find no intense heat radiating off the doors, a promising indicator that there was no fire in the halls. He took hold of the handle, giving a stiff jerk to swing the door open. As Zuko cautiously stepped out into the hallway, scanning for any of the intruders, he inhaled a deep breath of air, coughing slightly at the contrast to the smoke he had been breathing not just a moment ago.
Katara… he thought frantically. Where would she be?
Zuko began to slink his way along the wall, careful to not to step on any of the rubble littering the floors. The usually glossed floor now only reflected the damage that the rebels had caused. The fire in the walls, shattered glass exploding through the windows, and the splintered wood from toppled pillars all now reflected in its marble face, its sheen acting as a mirror for the terror and destruction these men had brought. He could tell, just by how they were moving and going about their mission that the rebels weren't benders. At least the Spirits were on his side in that aspect.
Zuko eyed one of the guard supply closets, hoping that it was unlocked. As he bashed in the door, he was relieved to find a waiting sword in the back of the small room. It was no broadsword, like what he was used to training with, but anything would do for protection at this point. He had also taken care to grab one of the guard helmets, donning it quickly, thinking that anything would help to hide his appearance, if not just a little bit. It was a terrible thing, really, considering the circumstances, but Zuko couldn't help but chuckle inwardly at the thought of the last time he had donned a guardsman's helmet in an act of disguise.
Suddenly, there was a man's voice shouting from the end of the hall. His words made Zuko's heart sink and his stomach flip.
"Men! Head to the library! We have the Fire Lady!" the man shouted, his voice deep and menacing. "The Fire Lord is sure come to us!"
Katara. No… Zuko's stomach lurched, and he almost rushed forward and killed the man where he stood. He retrained himself, however, allowing reason to restrain his temper. Backing against the wall, he looked around frantically, trying to find a way to get the men's attention and to lure them away from the library where Katara was—he hoped—still alive.
As he looked around, though, Zuko found nothing. There were no vases to break, no metal to clash together in order to make noise. There was nothing. How was he going to get the men away from the library? He sighed, realizing that firebending would be his only option and his best bet.
Zuko continued to slink down the corridor, his back to the wall, surprised the man outside the door hadn't noticed his advancing form yet. The man began to walk forward, away from the library entrance, down the connecting hallway and out of view completely. Now was his chance. Zuko moved his arms forward, punching out a wall of flame, effectively blocking the entrance into the hallway he currently was crouching in. The flames began to lick their way toward the edge of the library door and as they drew closer, Zuko sighed when he heard the reaction he was hoping for.
"Men! Abort! There's no way we'll be able to hold this fire back long enough. We have no other choice but to abort!"
The rebels started filing out of the library in haste and Zuko crouched even lower to the floor, remaining out of sight. The tallest rebel at the front of the group stopped at the ever-growing flames.
"It's blocked this way!" He looked toward the connected hall. "This way, men!"
As the men began to run off, the youngest looking rebel stopped in his tracks. "Sir! What about the waterbender?" The tall one turned, glancing toward the library door, where the fire was now creeping up the doorframe. Zuko held his breath.
The man narrowed his eyes, spitting out his words with venom. "Let her burn." With that, the two of them turned and hurried down the hall with the others.
As soon as he heard the last sound of their retreating footfalls, Zuko didn't hesitate to douse the flames and run frantically into the library, only to find himself frozen solid at what he saw. There, in the middle of the large room, Katara lay on the floor, appearing what it looked like to be gasping for breath.
"Katara!" Zuko rushed forward, tossing the helmet off his head as he went. He skidded to a halt, kneeling by her side. "Are you okay?"
Katara struggled to get her words out. "Zu—Zuko?"
"I'm here. It's okay." Zuko nodded frantically, trying to find any injury. "What did they do?"
"They took my canteen," Katara coughed, crying out at the action, grasping her ribs. "They were ki—kicking me. They called m—me worthless…"
Zuko's face contorted in disgust. "They kicked you? Where," his fingers ghosted over her ribs, "here?"
She cried out at the contact. "Yeah."
Her hand went to her mouth as she coughed and as it came away, Zuko saw a trace of blood in her palm. Her eyes closed as Zuko hand's came up to cradle her face.
"Katara?" he asked, desperate to keep her awake. "Katara, open your eyes."
No response.
"Katara, please!"
Nothing.
"Katara!"
There was a sudden pain in the back of his head, the faint sound of his skull cracking echoing in his hears. His eyes felt heavy and he fell to the floor beside Katara. He looked at her face, wracked with pain, his vision becoming blurry.
"Kata—"
Zuko couldn't feel his limbs, his heartbeat thumped his ears, and his eyes drooped even further as the seconds passed. The pain in the back of his head was unbearable and he wanted nothing more than to turn and see who had struck him, and what instrument had done the damage.
He couldn't hold back the pain any longer. His eyes fell shut. His thoughts were static, jumbling together, making no sense; a mesh of confusion, panic, anger, and searing agony. Everything went black, enveloping him in darkness.
The last thing he heard was the faint sound of a man laughing…
Zuko woke with a gasp. His heart hammered against his chest and his skin was covered with sweat. His breathing was heavy as he looked around, taking in his surroundings. He shivered as the cool air hit his heated skin as he sat up, wobbling with the familiar sway of a ship at sail. He sighed when he spotted his wife's form, sleeping soundly beside him, her face peaceful.
Zuko's hands threaded into his hair as he leaned over in bed, his elbows resting on his knees as he tried to gain control of his rapid breathing. He took a deep breath, steadying himself.
"Dream. It was just a dream," he tried reasoning with himself. No it wasn't, that was reality, his consciousness sneered back at him. You failed to protect her.
With a huff, Zuko threw his legs over the side of the bed and grabbed the robe hanging on the back of the door. He pulled it on, tying it at the waist as he walked on deck. The night was cool, a light breeze blowing the scent of seawater around, filling his senses. Zuko was relieved to find no one out on deck at this time of night, save for the one just on the other side of the large, metal door, whom he had waved off when asked if something was wrong. Regardless, having no one walking about gave Zuko a sense of privacy, which he knew he would not have very long, if he knew his wife at all. She always had this way of knowing when he was not in bed, regardless of how deep of a sleep he could leave her in. She always knew.
A sad smile found its way to Zuko's lips as he leaned forward on the railing. He gazed at the water lapping at the side of the ship as it moved, the moonlight giving it a glowing, surreal appearance. Zuko sighed, feeling the breeze blow through his loose hair, and his eyes closed. It had been quite some time that he hadn't had any sort of dreams—or nightmares, as they should be called—related to the rebellion, years even. Thinking back, Zuko couldn't even really remember the last time he found himself waking up, gasping for breath, covered in sweat, with the occasional shiver. The horrid memories must have finally begun to dissipate and leave his mind at peace. At least, that was until his most recent recollection of the events that had taken place that horrible day. Now, the nightmares were making their way back into his mind.
He did blame Sokka, really, for bringing up these memories. Sokka was clearly just bringing it up to make a point, and had the full right to do so; he knew that. But still, the thought of what could've happened that day if Jeong Jeong hadn't been so determined to look for them. All he could remember, besides the pain of his cracked skull, was the sheer terror that had coursed through his body as he had looked upon Katara's unconscious body. The memory of it made him want to vomit, made his mouth dry.
Zuko gave out a frustrated sigh, and his hands found their way into his hair, tugging at the ends. As he did, a pair of small, slender arms came around his middle, their fingers lacing together across his stomach, hugging him. Katara.
Zuko's hands found their way to his stomach, cradling hers, warming them. As soon as his skin touched hers, he heard her whisper into his back, the sound of her soft voice soothing him.
"Are you okay?" she asked, nuzzling her face in between his shoulder blades.
Zuko took a deep breath, running his fingers along hers. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He felt her shake her head. "You're lying."
Zuko sighed and, taking her arm in a gentle grasp, he pulled her around to his front, her back to the railing, pinned between his body and the edge of the ship. His arms came up to wrap around her waist a second later. He looked into her eyes as he spoke. "I'm fine."
Katara's brows furrowed together and she shook her head again. "Why are you lying to me? Why won't you talk to me?"
Zuko didn't respond. He pulled her closer to him, molding her body to his, his head resting atop hers. "It was just a dream," he whispered.
"You okay?"
He managed a nod, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"You're lying again," she accused.
His voice remained quiet. "I'm fine."
"Was it a nightmare?" she tried.
"Yeah," he said, swallowing hard.
Katara pulled back a little, looking into his eyes. "Do you want to talk about it?"
His shoulders fell as he sighed. "If I say no, you'll just keep at it anyway."
Her hands came up to his face, forcing his eyes to hers. "I just want to help. Please, Zuko? Talk to me?"
Zuko pulled away from her, sidestepping slightly to lean on the railing once again. He clasped his hands in front of him and gazed out into the water.
"Zuko?" Katara asked quietly, placing a hand on his shoulder.
He huffed. "It was about the raids."
Katara was confused. "Raids?" Her head fell to the side and her brows knitted together. "What raids?"
Zuko cleared his throat, his gaze still locked on the horizon. "Do you remember when the rebels broke into the palace? You were in the library? They—"
"—tortured me to get to you," she finished quietly. Then the realization of her words hit. "Oh."
"Yeah," Zuko swallowed, wringing his hands together.
Katara's hand began to stroke his back in a soothing gesture. "I thought you said that you haven't had dreams about that for a long time."
Zuko shrugged, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "I lied."
Katara nodded. "What brought it up this time?" Her voice still held that quiet, sorrow tone.
"Sokka," he answered without hesitation.
Again, Katara seemed lost. "Sokka? What do you mean?"
Zuko shook his head. "He and I were talking the other day and it just came up. It's nothing." I can't tell her that he threatened to kill me if something happened…
Katara pressed on. "Well, it can't mean nothing if it's giving you nightmares."
Zuko turned his head and met her gaze at last. He was conscientious to keep his eyes gentle. "Katara, it's nothing; really. Talking about it just… It brought up some bad memories, is all."
"Are you sure?" she asked.
Zuko nodded. "Yeah." His gaze shifted toward the horizon again as he stood up straight. "It's still pretty late. We should probably try to get some more sleep."
Katara offered a light smile. She knew there was still something that he wasn't telling her. Her instincts told her that something must have happened with Sokka when they had given their farewells, but she didn't want to push it. If she knew Zuko at all, she knew that if there was anything wrong, he wouldn't speak about it immediately. If it was something really important, he would have told her. Regardless, she wasn't about to let such a thing get in the way of their time together.
"Okay," she said, giving him a light kiss.
As she turned to walk back inside, Zuko spoke up. "You okay?"
His question seemed to stump her a little bit. Was she okay? No. I wish you'd just tell me what's really bothering you, she thought. That, on top of the fact that I don't know where we are going… "Yeah, I'm fine."
"Really?" he asked, his voice quiet.
No. Katara raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms over her chest. "That depends. Are you going to tell me where we're going?"
Zuko chuckled. "No, it's a surprise." Katara huffed. "I can tell you that we'll be there by morning," he finished, smiling.
"Katara," Zuko whispered, his breath warm against her cheek.
"Hmm?" she hummed, eyes still closed, still sleep.
Zuko placed a kiss to her shoulder. "We're here. Aren't you going to wake up?"
"Hmm."
"Is that a Yes?" he chuckled.
No response.
Zuko's lips touched her shoulder once more, moving up towards her neck. They lingered on the skin there for a couple seconds before he moved further up towards her ear. "Katara, wake up," he whispered.
Nothing.
Zuko sighed and stood from his perch on the edge of the bed. He moved closer to where Katara lay on the mattress, bending just low enough to be able to reach his arms around her, lifting her sleeping form. She gave no protest as he shifted her weight in his arms, but instead opted for snuggling her face into the side of his neck as he carried her. Zuko had always loved carrying his wife, and he loved how she fit so well in his arms. Cliché as it was, he felt as though she were his missing piece and wanted nothing more than to just hold her close like this forever.
However, he knew that couldn't happen for them. He had always tried to keep it buried deep within his conscious, but recently he found that it had clawed its way back to the surface again, showing its ugly face. He'd once let it slip to Katara before, his thoughts and views. It was another time where he had allowed for his tongue to act before his brain could stop it from spitting the self-hating words. Nothing had ever seemed to go right for him and Zuko only wished that he could, for once, hold on to this one thing that had gone right in his life—Katara. If there was anything that Zuko wanted more than his own life was to preserve the happiness and love that he gained from being around the waterbender.
It was a leap of faith, he knew that. He knew that forcing some kind of retreat from the normal, hectic days that he had always seemed to find himself encumbered with, and the issues that seemed to constantly slap him in the face. But as Zuko held Katara close now, any concern that he had about all of that suddenly disappeared, any doubt he had suddenly disappeared. As he held Katara close, feeling her breath against his neck as he carried her, all of his anxiety seemed to melt away, and he let out a deep breath of relief.
As Zuko walked through the threshold of the beach house, he took in the familiar scents and sights. It had been what seemed like forever since they had gone to Ember Island and spent time in the royal vacation house and it brought a smile to his lips at the memories that now rushed through his mind. If only things would stay this peaceful and calm.
As he opened the door to the master bedroom, Zuko adjusted Katara in his arms, ready to place her on the bed. When he did, he was pleased to see that the movement hadn't roused her, and that she was noticeably comfortable as she began to snuggle down into the soft sheets. Zuko bent low, placing a kiss to her head as if she were a small, delicate child. He then turned his attention toward the open balcony doors on the other side of the room, watching the sun appear over the water's horizon. Glancing quickly from his sleeping wife to the sun, Zuko shrugged, figuring he could squeeze a good hour's worth of time before she woke, and he was anxious to see what her reaction might be.
Katara's eyes blinked open as the sun streamed in from outside and groaned. It wasn't quite midday, but she could tell it was later than her usual waking time. The first thing she noticed through the fogginess of her vision was the dark, wood walls directly across from her. She took a deep breath and wrinkled her nose at the saltiness of the air, inwardly cursing at the heat that was now touching her skin. Where was she?
Katara let out another low groan as she sat up, stretching her arms above her head. She yawned and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes. Her hands fell to her cheeks, rubbing the skin just enough to make a light color come to the surface. Even though she had just woken up, she looked beautiful. Katara's hands dropped from her face, lazily falling down into her lap as she turned her head to meet her husband's gaze. The look in his eyes confused her.
"What?" she asked.
His brows furrowed briefly. "What?"
Katara chuckled. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
Zuko smiled and shrugged. "Anticipation?"
"Anticipation of what, exactly?" Katara asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Just come outside and you'll see."
Katara blinked. "Outside? Where are we?"
Zuko laughed. "Not familiar, yet, huh? Just come out with me, see if anything rings a bell."
He knew that the house wouldn't be all too familiar to her. After all, back in the day, they had never spent time in this wing of the house. From this side, it was a completely different view of the beach, and housed a completely different atmosphere than the rest of the house. He was pleased, however, when he offered her his hand, and she took it without any further questions, just simple trust and faith.
"Close your eyes," Zuko whispered, his hands finding her shoulders, guiding her towards the door.
Katara complied, an amused smile finding its way onto her lips. "How long do I have to keep my eyes closed?"
Zuko chuckled. "Until I say that you can open them. Just promise you won't peek."
Katara sighed. "I won't peek."
"You promise?" he pressed.
She giggled. "I promise."
"Walk this way," Zuko continued, his voice a whisper in her ear. His grip on her shoulders tightened a fraction as he turned her out of the doorway, himself walking behind her.
Zuko guided her down the long hallway, through the main room, and towards the back hallway. He stopped her momentarily, coming to stand in front of her as he opened the back door. As the door swung open and the light breeze flowed into the house, he turned, checking to see if her eyes were still closed. He was happy to see that she had kept her promise. He walked her further outside, turning her body just right so she was facing the beach off of the porch. Zuko wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his chin on her shoulder.
His voice was soft as he whispered in her ear. "Okay, open."
Katara's eyes opened slowly, looking out at the beach, the morning light shining over the waters, and she gasped. "Ember Island?"
"Happy birthday," Zuko whispered.
Katara smiled, turning her head this way and that, taking in the view. "We haven't been here in so long! So much has changed!" She stepped out of his arms and turned her body to face him, leaning on the railing. "How long are we staying?"
Zuko lifted a shoulder. "I figured about a week or so? A week and a half at the most. I figured we could use a nice vacation."
"But why here?"
"Well, I know Ember Island is one of your favorite places in the Fire Nation, and I thought you'd enjoy being here for your birthday—just like we planned; just the two of us," Zuko said, a crooked smile finding its way to his lips.
Katara laughed out loud, the sound echoing throughout the small porch.
Zuko's face fell. "What?"
Katara tried to refrain from her hysterics, but couldn't help her laughter.
"What?" Zuko asked again, his face quickly turning into one of anxiety. Had he not made the right decision? Was he stupid for bringing her here? "Why are you laughing at me?" he questioned.
Katara's laughter died down at his question, resulting in quiet giggles as she watched him. She shook her head as her giggled came to a stop and walked toward him, her hands on her hips. Zuko held his breath.
"Since when are you so romantic?" she asked, another chuckle escaping.
The breath that he was holding came out as a huff as he exhaled, his eyes narrowing. "I'm not romantic."
Katara laughed again, placing a hand on his cheek. "You are and you don't even know it." She smiled.
"I wasn't trying to be romantic," Zuko said.
Katara reached up to kiss him. "Yeah, but you are, even when you don't try." She kissed him again, this time with more vigor.
Zuko's arms up to wrap around her waist as she kissed him, but pulled back only a fraction in order for him to whisper, "Happy birthday, Katara."
She smiled, one hand tangling in his hair, the other applying just enough pressure to his chest to walk him backwards into the house as she kissed him.
"Have you handed out all of the flyers?"
"Yes, sir, I have," Supai nodded from his seat.
"And have you had any responders, yet?" the man asked, his fingers knotting on the table as he squared his shoulders.
"Yes, sir, but not many…"
"How many, Lieutenant?" the man asked, his voice harsh.
Supai winced, and glanced up in thought. "Around fifteen, sir? I can't be sure. There were many other flyers that I passed out, but… but I only got a few immediate responses."
"You need to be sure, Lieutenant!" the man shouted. "You think we can afford to rebel if we can't even keep track as to how many followers our cause has?"
"N—No, sir."
"Of course, not. Now—dare I ask—have you any more information on the Fire Lord and Lady?"
"Ju—Just that they're on a retreat to Ember Island, sir. On the other hand, the Fire Lord is scheduled to be traveling to the Earth Kingdom in about two weeks' time."
The man sighed, rubbing at his eyes in frustration. "I know. I've been making arrangements to go to the Earth Kingdom as well, but I can't guarantee anything at the moment. Either way, we need to keep track of the Fire Lord and his dealings there. We need to know what he is planning when it comes to the other nations."
Supai nodded. "Understood, sir. Is there anything else that you need done?"
The man stroked his chin, thinking. "Get in contact with the new recruits. We need to organize a briefing with them before we take the next steps. We'll continue this conversation tonight at the old shack where we met before. You can divulge any more information you may have for me then."
Supai nodded and stood, bowing his head low. "Yes, sir. I'll get in touch with them right away. But, before I go, may I ask just one question, sir?"
The man gave a stern nod.
Supai swallowed. "If—If the Fire Lord is leaving for the Earth Kingdom, is the Fire Lady accompanying him?"
The man shrugged. "I imagine so. If we know anything about his relationship with the waterbender, we know that he doesn't particularly like leaving her alone. And for good reason," he said, an evil smile playing at his lips.
"But what if he does go alone and leaves her here? Wouldn't that be the perfect time to strike?"
"For the sake of the question, no. We are still fairly weak and unable to do any damage at this point."
"Does His Majesty know of our current position, sir?"
The man pursed his lips. "Not at the moment. I have not been able to slip away to be able to hold an audience with him. He needs to be informed, however, and soon. I am, however, taking the Fire Lord's current absence into consideration. I might just be able to speak with him."
Supai nodded. "I still worry about the Fire Lady, sir. What if she—"
The man laughed. "There is nothing to fear, Lieutenant. We'll probably have to deal with that oaf, Jeong Jeong, in the Fire Lord's absence. That is nothing to worry about, we'll just keep our heads low, like we always have. But like I've said, there is no way that I can imagine that the Fire Lord would leave the waterbender behind. It's not like he could ever trust her to run the nation by herself!"
"Stop right there! What?" Katara shrieked as she sat up in bed, clutching the sheet to her bare torso.
Zuko sighed. "I have to go to the Earth Kingdom to aid the Earth King and his men, and I'm leaving you in charge of the throne."
Katara scoffed. "And you're just now telling me this? Are you kidding me? I can't do that!"
Zuko sat up, running a hand through his hair. "Katara, I know you're not very happy about this, and I didn't even mean for it to come out that way. I meant to tell you in a more, I don't know, serious manner?"
"So, you opted to tell me while we're lying in bed together?"
Zuko winced at the acid in her tone. "I'm sorry. I don't know why it came out that way."
"How can you think I handle things there on my own? I can barely get through my own schedule!"
Zuko nodded. "I thought about that and talked to a few people. Jeong Jeong said he'd be happy to help you."
"Jeong Jeong? Seriously?"
Zuko swallowed audibly. "Yes?"
Katara shook her head and sniffed. Zuko could only hope that she wasn't crying. "Why didn't you tell me that you were leaving?" She turned to look back at him and Zuko could see the tears forming in her eyes.
He let out a heavy breath. "I don't know. I know I should have told you sooner, but I didn't want you to worry about anything so early on."
"You still could have told me," Katara answered.
"I know, I'm sorry."
"How long are you going to be gone?"
Zuko gave a guilty shrug. "I don't know."
Katara swallowed, nodding somberly. "Okay, then." She moved to get up when he stopped her, catching her arm.
"Katara!"
She turned and he released his grip. "What, Zuko?"
Zuko's hands came up to cover his face, his elbows resting on his bent knees. "I just wanted this vacation to be a good one. I wanted to get away from all political matters and all issues before I left. I just wanted to spend some time with you without anyone interrupting us. I wanted to be able to relax. Of course, I ruined that, just like I do everything else…"
Katara sniffled, standing from the bed, taking the sheet with her, wrapping it around her form. "I'm going to get dressed and go down to the beach."
Zuko looked up. "Are you mad at me?" he asked, his voice unsure.
"No. I'm not," she answered plainly. "I'm upset with you."
"Isn't that the same thing?" His eyes never left her as she attempted to run her fingers through her hair, untangling it.
She shook her head. "No. It's not."
"Is this vacation ruined for you now?" he asked, hoping for a No.
Katara shrugged as she walked over to the washroom. "I don't know," she whispered as she disappeared through the doors.
Zuko heaved out a heavy sigh, flopping back onto the mattress. Why am I so bad at being good? "I'm such an idiot."
Knowing that Katara wanted time to think for herself right now, Zuko pulled himself from the bed and made his way to the door, pulling on some comfortable clothes as he went. He didn't exactly know where he was going to go. Perhaps he was going to go down to the beach after Katara?
Would she be okay with that? No. She doesn't want to look at you right now… he thought sadly, making his way toward the kitchen. Maybe some tea will calm my nerves.
Zuko grabbed the kettle, filling it with water from the faucet. As he did, he heard the faint sound of the back door opening and closing as Katara left. Zuko took a deep breath, lighting the burner with a quick spark of fire from his fingertip. As he waited for the water to boil, he leaned against the counter, thinking over the recent turn of events, his thoughts brooding and somber. The whistle on the pot began to sound and Zuko turned his attention to the task at hand. He stared at the cupboard, considering. After a few short moments, he grabbed two cups and placed them on the tray, and placed the tea leaves into the hot water, purposefully choosing Katara's favorite. Zuko splashed a little into the cup he deemed as his own and took a quick sip, happy to find the taste satisfactory.
Pleased with himself, Zuko made his way into the back hallway, tea tray in hand. As he swung open the back door, he silently thanked the Spirits that it wasn't too far a walk to the beach from the back door, but only a couple yards. He could already see her plain as day. She had taken a towel and the umbrella and had set up a beach blanket not too far from the water's edge. As for Katara, herself, she stood about mid-calf in the water, a stream twisting and twirling around her body as she commanded. He hadn't seen her waterbend in a while, and took his time to watch her. Her movements were always fluid and graceful as she moved her element. Katara would stretch her arms high, and the water followed, flowing and twisting to her will. As Zuko looked closer, he noticed her eyes were closed in a peaceful trance. He figured that was why she hadn't noticed him standing there. He looked even closer and noticed a gentle smile on her face as she moved, bending the water into a stream in front of her, and he hated to have to ruin her good mood, her peacefulness. Honestly, Zuko hoped that she was, in fact, in a good mood, at all. Regardless, he tried to get her attention without startling her.
"Ahem," Zuko said, clearing his throat. "Katara?"
Katara turned, the water splashing back into place. "What is it?"
Zuko shrugged his shoulders, glancing from the tea tray to her within seconds. "I made tea. Join me?"
Katara seemed to be judging whether or not to go to him.
Zuko swallowed, his face falling. "Please?"
Katara stood there, watching him for what seemed like forever. Just as Zuko was about to accept defeat, she began walking toward her little beach setup, motioning for him to join her under the umbrella. She sat on the blanket, grabbing the towel to dry her legs as he inched closer, setting the tray down in the sand.
"Here you go," Zuko said, handing her a cup.
"Thanks." Katara took the cup from him, eyeing its contents before taking a sip. "It's cold," she said, her voice flat.
Zuko's face fell. "Oh." He gently took the cup from her, heating his hands as he had done so many other times. "It was hot when I came out here," he said, watching as steam began to rise from the small cup. He handed it back to her, offering an apologetic smile. "That should be better."
To his surprise, Katara answered with a gentle smile. However, it quickly disappeared behind the cup as she sipped the tea. She sighed. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Zuko replied, pouring himself a cup and taking a long drink, emptying it quickly. He set the cup down, eyeing her tentatively. "I'm sorry," he whispered after a moment.
Katara took a long sip of tea. "For what?"
Zuko blinked. "For everything. For this whole thing."
Katara remained silent, staring out into the water.
"Are you angry with me?" he asked innocently.
Katara sighed, shaking her head. "No, Zuko, I'm not." She looked at him, meeting his gaze with seriousness. "I'm upset."
Zuko's brow furrowed. "Upset?"
Katara set her cup down on the tray, next to his. "Yes, Zuko, I'm upset."
Zuko looked down at his hands. "I'm sorry. This really isn't how I wanted to spend this vacation."
"And how did you want to spend it, Zuko?" Katara asked, her voice increasing in volume.
Zuko licked his lips. "N—Not like this. I really didn't want this to come up the way it did, really."
"Were you ever going to tell me that you were leaving?" Katara asked, crossing her arms.
"Yes."
"Is that the truth, Zuko?"
"Yes," he repeated, his voice stern. He took a deep breath before continuing. "Look, when we decided to spend today together, I wanted it to be worth it. I realize that this is definitely not what you were looking forward to for your birthday, and I'm sorry, so sorry. I just hope that we can get over this and enjoy ourselves before I have to leave."
Katara nodded in understanding. After a moment of silence, she spoke. "Okay."
Zuko held her gaze. "Okay?"
Katara nodded, offering a genuine smile. "Yes."
Zuko returned the smile, taking one of her hands in his. "Thank you."
Katara looked down at their hands. "When do you leave?"
Zuko frowned again. "In about two weeks." He saw her face begin to fall and he quickly continued, grasping her hand even tighter. "I know, I know! I'm sorry I didn't tell you."
"Should I even ask when you'll be back?" Katara asked quietly, her voice almost inaudible.
Zuko looked down. "No. That's the thing. That's actually why I organized this whole thing. I don't know when I'll be back. I honestly don't know how long this thing is going to take…"
"Our anniversary?"
Zuko shook his head. "I don't think so. I can't apologize enough. I figured we could celebrate while we're here, just the two of us," he answered, running his thumb across her knuckles.
Katara took a deep breath and nodded. As if someone had flipped a switch in her brain, Katara chuckled. "How did you manage to get not only one day off, but almost two weeks?"
Zuko blinked at her change of attitude, but managed to answer quickly. "Uncle, actually. He volunteered to handle everything. He understood the circumstances, and told me not to worry about anything. He'll leave with me to go back to Ba Sing Se."
Katara nodded.
"So, you're not mad anymore?" he asked. "You'll be okay when I'm gone?"
Katara shrugged. "I had been thinking about it. I'll manage, but don't get me wrong, I'll be eagerly waiting for you to return and take the reins back," she laughed.
Zuko laughed with her. For as long as they had been together, she had never been able to stay upset with him for long. "So we're okay?"
Katara nodded and he leaned over to kiss her cheek. As he pulled back, she gave him a wicked grin. "Care for a spar?" she asked, quirking a challenging eyebrow.
Zuko laughed out loud. "I thought you'd never ask."
"General Iroh, sir, wait!" Supai shouted, jogging down the hall toward the elderly man.
"Lieutenant Supai, what can I do for you?" Iroh laughed, a smile on his face.
Supai approached, panting from the exertion. "I just was curious about something, sir?"
The smile broadened. "Of course, Lieutenant. I'll be happy to help in any way I can. What are you curious about?"
Supai scratched the back of his neck, wondering how to word the question without sounding suspicious. "Well, General Iroh, sir, I—"
Iroh laughed out loud. "Lieutenant, please. We both know I am a retired general, so there is no need for such formalities. But, please, continue."
"Uh, sir, I was just wondering who will be in charge of things in Fire Lord Zuko's absence while he is patching things with the, uh, Earth Kingdom, sir? I was wondering if… you would be, sir?"
Iroh shook his head. "I'm afraid not, Lieutenant. I am traveling back to the Earth Kingdom along with my nephew."
"But, what about the Fire Nation?" Supai asked, feigning concern.
"You have nothing to worry about, my boy. I can tell you, with confidence, that Lady Katara will remain here in the Fire Nation to watch over things."
"That is good to hear, sir," Supai replied. The boss will not be happy about this. "Thank you, sir."
"Any time, Lieutenant. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
Help break this terrible news to my superiors? Supai thought. "No, sir. That was it."
"Oh, well, then. I was happy to help. Now, you'll excuse me, I was just on my way to the gardens to enjoy a nice cup of tea," Iroh said, smiling a genuine smile before turning to continue down the hall.
Supai bowed his head. "Of course, sir."
As he watched Iroh walk away, the only thing that Supai could think of was how he was going to break this news at that night's meeting. He knew that it was going to be bad. They had to come up with some kind of plan, and quick.
"Give up?" Katara smiled, still on the offensive.
Zuko knelt in the sand, his skin glistening with sweat. He looked up and grinned crookedly. "Oh, you know me," he panted. "I never give up."
"Then come on, Fire Lord," Katara laughed, gathering a stream of water, waiting to strike.
From his kneeling position, Zuko flipped his legs out from under him, balancing his weight on his hands as he kicked a blast of fire toward her. Katara quickly dodged, laughing all the while. Returning his advances, Katara pushed the water outward from the ocean, bringing in a huge wave, soaking him and forcing him back in the process. In an act of comedy, Zuko sat up, a stream of water squirting from his mouth as if he were a fountain.
Katara laughed out loud. She knew when they started the match, they weren't being very serious about it, but now he was just being silly. Katara loved when Zuko just let loose and allowed himself to joke and laugh. It was something so strange and unheard of until they started their relationship. Bit by bit, it seemed that Zuko had started to relax in his role as Fire Lord and relax in his personal life with her. Now, with the years passed, it seemed like he was enjoying life, laughing, smiling—the life that he should have had when he was young, but had always evaded him. Even still, she only found that he let himself be like this was around her, and she cherished these moments.
Katara threw another wave of water at him, pushing him further back onto the beach. "I win," she giggled.
Zuko shook his head, a small flame dancing in his palm, juggling from hand to hand. "We weren't even really sparring," he said, glancing down between his feet.
Katara gave a wicked smirk and pulled up another thin stream of water, whipping him swiftly on the top of his head. Zuko looked up, his eyes wide open. He looked at her in shock more than pain, and Katara couldn't help but laugh.
"Oh, that's it," he said, standing up, his fists clenching.
Katara gasped theatrically, taking off down the beach, running. Zuko took off after her, chasing. He knew it was childish and completely out of his character, but he didn't care. It didn't take him long to catch up to her and as he did, he could hear the sound of her laughter. As he came up behind her, he grabbed her around the waist, toppling them both to the ground. Zuko moved over her, pinning her to the ground.
"I win," he said, a smirk on his face.
Katara giggled, panting as she quoted him. "We weren't even really sparring…"
Zuko narrowed his eyes, but smiled despite his attempts to be annoyed.
"What?" Katara asked behind another fit of giggles.
His only answer was shaking his head. He leaned his head down to kiss her and she met him with a smile, wrapping her arms around his neck, eagerly welcoming his affection.
"I was afraid of this happening," the man said, his fingers rubbing at his eyes. "Just when I thought this nation's leadership couldn't get any worse, a waterbender is thrown into the mix."
"…And I wanted to tell you, sir, that I met with the new recruits, and I can happily tell you that nearly half of them are firebenders, and are willing to teach each other techniques and train at any point in the day to gain strength." Supai said, a boyish smile on his face.
"And the others?" the man asked.
"Uh…" Supai looked down at the papers in his hand. "One man is skilled with in the ways of the sword and said he is willing to provide the materials for swordsmanship training."
"Well, at least there's some kind of good news, here. That will please His Majesty when I speak with him."
"You—You're speaking to the Phoenix King?" Supai asked, shock visible on his face.
The man gave a wicked smile. "Yes. I have arranged with the nightly guard to allow me to speak with him."
Supai tilted his head in confusion. "The guards are on our side, sir? Besides myself?"
The man nodded slowly. "Only a select few. Luckily one of them happens to be the night guard of the prison. The night of the New Year will give me some leeway to speak with him. It is the perfect time to do it, seeing as all of the city's residents will be in the main square. It will make it easy for me to slip away."
"Very good, sir," Supai nodded. "But, what about the Fire Lady?"
The man shook his head, sighing. "I don't think there's anything that we can do about that right now. We will just have to put up with whatever she decides, act like it's any other day."
"But—"
"Look, Lieutenant! Am I happy with this news? No. Do I really want to be ruled over by a Water Tribe peasant? Definitely not. But our numbers are still fairly low. We'll need strength in our numbers before we really act. We have to lie low and take whatever is given us until then. When I speak with His Majesty, I will see if he has any suggestions."
"What should I tell the recruits, sir?"
The man squared his shoulders, sitting tall. "Tell them to lie low, just as we are. However, tell the swordsman to begin gathering his supplies, the earlier he starts, the better."
"Yes, sir." Supai bowed his head. "Is there anything else that needs to be done, sir?"
The man considered for a moment. "Keep gathering recruits; pass out more flyers if you have to. We need more members for our movement. If we want to make any kind of progress, we need more people involved. I can't stress that enough, Lieutenant."
Supai swallowed. "Yes, sir."
The man leaned forward in his seat, lacing his fingers together in front of his mouth. His eyes narrowed, but the evil glint in his eyes remained, piercing into the wall of the shack. The candlelight flickering across his features, making him look even more menacing.
His voice was deep and gravelly as he spoke in the darkness. "Fire Lord Zuko's reign will end. Soon."
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