A/N: The following is rated C; for confusion.
It corresponds, chronologically, with S2E7 "Zuko Alone."
Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 6 "Zuko Has Company"
Early Spring, year 11 in the reign of Fire-Lord Ozai
"She has got to be the rudest, most hard-headed, VULGAR creature I've ever had the misfortune of meeting!" Katara fumed, stalking back and forth between two rock formations. "Why in the Moon's name did you have to help her find us?!"
Zuko, who was sitting on another of the rocks that dotted the windswept semi-barren landscape, simply looked up and raised his lone eyebrow at her in an incredulous expression.
"Don't give me that look. I know you're 'Mr. Tree' Toph's 'number one fan' with the 'sexy voice,'" she said, pausing in her pacing to make air quotes with her fingers. "You're not nearly as sneaky as you think you are. I saw you in the upper deck of the Rumble arena when she was fighting.
Zuko's eyebrow climbed higher on his head. "Sexy… Voice?" he said, fighting, and failing, to keep amusement from his face.
"Th-that's what she said. NOT me!"
Zuko nodded, and then refocused on cutting the bamboo shoot he had in his hands.
It had only been two days since they had left Gaoling, flying, or jogging in Zuko's case, eastward. The first night had been uneventful for Zuko. He had wanted to find her again, to maybe try and figure out what else he could do in this new "losing battle" that he was engaged in. But he'd decided that it would be unwise to get too close, the Bandit would probably feel him coming and, as Akodo had said, "Patience in battle is a virtue, when the enemy comes to the place you have chosen you have already won."
Although Zuko wasn't really sure if Katara really qualified as an enemy in this metaphor.
But tonight, the second night, she had come. He'd found her fuming, muttering to herself, walking westward through the arid landscape that was a single dry season away from becoming badlands. She had immediately, and without any preamble, launched into her current tirade against Toph. After a moment of stunned silence on his part, Zuko had simply sat down, pulled out the four-foot bamboo shoot he'd cut the night before and settled in to wait.
He found her ire almost soothing, not to mention adorable, because for the first time ever it wasn't directed at him.
At least, not at first.
"Do you think this is funny? Am I amusing you?!" she squawked, stamping her foot and glaring at him.
"Why are you here?" Zuko asked, the small smile he hadn't even noticed falling away from his face.
"What?" Katara seemed taken aback. "Well… I was… just going for a walk, to… to clear my head!" She grinned, pleased with herself for having found an acceptable alibi.
"I see," Zuko said, coming to his feet and bowing. "I will leave you to it then. Good evening."
"Wait!" Katara shouted as he began to walk away. "You don't want to… to talk?"
"Talk?" Zuko said, turning back around, investing that single word with as much meaning as he could.
Katara flushed again but scowled at him at regardless. "Just talk."
"Then talk."
Katara paused a moment, gathering her thoughts, her lower lip between her teeth, preparing for an assault.
"You helped Toph," she said, trying and mostly failing to mask irritation. "You want to help us."
"Not 'us'," Zuko said quietly.
"But it wasn't me you helped when you sent her our way. It was Aang. You want to help us."
"No. Despite what you think of me I am not in the habit of ignoring blind children who are lost in the woods. Miss Beifong was a worthy and honorable bender, she made her decision, and I can respect that."
"But that doesn't help you at all! As a matter of fact, it helps your enemies! Isn't that… dishonorable?" Katara didn't seem to be trying to be insulting, she seemed genuinely confused.
"Honor is not about advantage; about gaining position or tactical superiority. Honor is about making the right decisions." Zuko shrugged and shook his head. "Not that I'm particularly good at that either."
"So, was hunting down Aang the right decision?" Katara said, her tone bitter and not a little bit angry.
"Yes. It was my duty. And I did it to the best of my abilities, no matter my… personal misgivings regarding his waterbending teacher."
"But that wasn't good enough."
"Yes," Zuko said, sneering, gesturing at himself, short-haired and ragged, "Thank you for reminding me."
"You don't have to live like this," Katara said, taking a smooth step towards him. "You can be-"
"Useful?" Zuko snapped. "So glad that I can be useful to you, Shinjo."
"That's not what I-"
"Then WHAT?" Zuko shouted, ever-present anger bubbling to the surface. "Go on, ask! Ask me to betray my people and help your little pet monk murder my family."
I should have known better. I should have never expected-
"Aang doesn't want to kill anybody," Katara said, firing up at his tone.
"Oh? And how precisely does he intend to defeat the Fire-Nation? A lesson in the power of friendship?Perhaps we will all join hands and sing a happy-"
"All he has to do is defeat the Fire-Lord!" Katara retorted, glaring up at him. "Shouldn't be too difficult if his son is any indication!"
"Oh… you insolent little… The Avatar will have to stop running away from everything like a coward if he wants to defeat anyone!"
"Aang is not a coward!" Katara shouted, finger now extended, poking him in the chest.
"Just an honorless brat then, who runs when things don't go his way. He ran from me, he ran from my great-grandfather, and he'll run from my FATHER as well!"
"Aang is NOT A COWARD!"
"He is a COWARD who hides behind good fortune, useless philosophies, and braver people! He hides behind YOU! And when the moment of truth comes he will run and leave you to DIE!" Zuko roared.
"Then so be it!" she shouted, her face now close to his.
"NO! NOBODY KILLS YOU BUT ME!"
Did… did I just SAY that? Zuko thought, brain catching up with his words in the silence that followed that pronouncement. OH, SHITshitshitshitshit.
"Was THAT your attempt at romance?" Katara said, a wry and unpanicked smirk telling Zuko that she didn't know the meaning behind what he had just said.
Much to his relief.
I guess Fire-Nation courtship rituals aren't a big priority in the Water-Tribe education system. Thank the Sun.
"Look Zuko, I'm sorry," Katara said taking a step away from him. "I shouldn't have brought up Aang. I just hoped…"
That I could be USEFUL to him.
"I just hoped we could all be friends. I guess that was asking for a bit too much."
And now she's going to leave. You idiot. You could have at least pretended to-
"So…" Katara continued, "I was hoping that… well… you said that your ancestors learned lightning from waterbenders?"
Wait… WHAT?
Zuko's lone eye darted up to hers and found her blushing, yet her stance was determined.
"I was hoping that… You won't help Aang… but you helped Toph? Maybe you could just help me?"
Zuko gave a slow nod, mostly just processing her words.
"It's just… we know so little about the Fire-Nation and…"
Ah, HERE it is. She wants intelligence. Secret routes to father's chambers perhaps? Or maybe just the patrol patterns of the eastern fleet. Maybe the passwords to Ming's treasure vault as well?
"… was thinking about what you said. About how taking lessons from only one element made your thinking rigid and stale. So… I want you to teach me to fight. To fight like a Fire-National."
Yes, the secrets of Akodo! The weaknesses of-
"You want to learn to fight?" Zuko said, silencing his inner doubts.
She nodded, looking determined.
"…I can do that."
They stared at one another for a moment.
"Well…?" Katara said.
"Ash. Give me a moment?" Zuko said, shaking his head. "This is not something you just… run headlong into."
"You analyzed things in the arena pretty quickly."
"Yes, well, none of those benders were you."
And you seriously damage my objectivity.
Katara took the opportunity to take a seat on a nearby rock, arranging her kimono primly as she waited for Zuko to mull over her request.
"You," Zuko began, after pondering for a few moments, "are a typhoon."
She stared at him for a moment, then cocked an eyebrow. "Are you reciting me a poem?"
"What! NO. Ash and bone, it's tactical analysis! You are a 'typhoon!'"
"Which means…?"
"You make landfall with all the power and ferocity you can muster, gradually weakening over time. The only safe place for your opponent is at your center, the eye of the storm. This is because despite your skill at bending, or more likely because of your skill at bending, you have no idea how to fight without it."
"You think I don't know how to fight?!" Katara shouted.
"You know how to bend. Fighting is different."
"I defeated you!" she cried, shooting to her feet as though to show him.
"With BENDING. At RANGE! And you did it ONCE! Then showed the poor judgement of allowing me to live. Have you defeated me, really defeated me since then?"
Katara glared at him silently.
"You are a bending genius, but you are not a warrior. You have the instincts for it, you've shown that time and again. You only lack the martial education you need to be truly unstoppable. You need to learn how to fight."
"Why is it that being complimented by you always seems to be mildly insulting," Katara said, hands on her hips.
"Because it's the truth," Zuko said with a shrug. "Which isn't always what people want to hear."
"Fine," she said plopping back down on the rock she had recently vacated. "What other martial wisdom do you have for me Sifu Zuko."
"It's… Sensei."
"What?"
"Sifu is an Earth-Kingdom honorific. In the Fire-Nation we use 'Sensei' and it's a suffix, not a prefix."
Katara rolled her eyes.
"You lack in short range defense. That is your largest weakness, tactically speaking," Zuko said, continuing. He scratched at his beard, thinking a moment longer. "Strategically speaking you are incredibly arrogant. Your desire to be victorious without bloodshed is both dangerous to your health and crippling to any overarching strategy, causing you to make terrible long-term decisions. I assume this stems from your string of successes in evading me and a somewhat unrealistic appraisal of your group's abilities."
"Now you think I'm arrogant?"
"I know you're arrogant," Zuko rumbled.
"I most certainly am NOT!" she shouted, popping to her feet again.
Zuko narrowed his eye and took a long step forward, into extreme close range with her. "If I were to try and kill you… right here… right now, would you be able to stop me?" He said it softly, dangerously, looming over her.
Katara's eyes grew wide, and she attempted to create distance between them by moving backwards. Zuko simply continued to walk forwards, matching her stride, maintaining their spacing. Katara reached for her waterskin, but Zuko was too close, and simply struck lightly at her arms, forbidding any bending maneuvers by sheer anticipation and physical interference. She eventually ran out of space to back away, her back colliding with one of the large windswept stones that dotted the landscape.
Zuko brought his face close to hers, snarling. "A waterbender would have to be extremely arrogant, or just foolish, to allow anyone this close in an arid environment. No rivers, waterfalls, or WELLS here. So, now what?"
Katara tried to punch him in the stomach, but her wind up took too long and Zuko easily blocked, capturing one wrist, and then the other, pinning them to the rock with his hands.
"Now what?" he growled malevolently. "Perhaps somebody will come and save you? Is that how you want to-" he was suddenly cut off as Katara stretched her neck forward and kissed him.
The world disappeared for Zuko.
Her mouth was warm on his as he released her arms and buried his fingers in her hair, ruining her braid. She pressed against him, her hands at his shoulders, her tongue making smooth deliberate motions against his and Zuko felt his higher brain functions begin to shut down.
After a small eon they broke apart, panting for breath, practically delirious.
Then, everything changed… when she kicked him square in the balls.
Zuko slumped to the ground, groaning in agony, his hands reflexively shielding his crotch from further attack. Katara remained standing where she had been, an annoyed look on her face. After a moment she tsked and strode away from the groaning man on the ground.
I think I prefer being stabbed.
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If Zuko had been surprised by her sudden assault it was nothing compared to the surprise he felt when she re-appeared the next night, striding out of the east towards his campfire, her shoulders set in determination.
"One of your assassins used that technique on me in Omashu," she began, again without greeting or preamble. She kept her distance from Zuko, maintaining a wary stance.
Despite his pleasure at her return, as well as her new-found respectful caution, Zuko scowled. "I do NOT have any-"
"Fine! Fine. Fire-Nation assassins then. Tell me how to counter it."
Zuko paused from his task, wrapping the bamboo stalk, now divided three-quarters of the way down its length, in loose cloth. "The style is called 'In Pursuit of Prey' and I have never known it to be favored by assassins. They always prefer to strike from a distance, unseen."
"That's not what I asked."
Zuko shrugged, looking back to his project. "Don't let them get close to you. If they do, create separation, bend barriers."
"What about the other part?" she said, still glaring at him.
"What other part?"
"The…" she looked supremely uncomfortable all of a sudden, and unconsciously rubbed at her shoulders as though cold. "The bending part."
"Bending part? In pursuit of prey is a non-bending style. There is no bending part."
"Well, she blocked my bending somehow."
"You mean she did not allow you to complete a kata."
"No!" she snapped. "She… poked me, and all of a sudden I couldn't bend."
"Interesting," Zuko said, tugging at his beard.
"Not the word I'd use to describe it," Katara said, shuddering. "It was awful."
Zuko suppressed the suddenly powerful urge to give her a hug.
"Describe them to me," he said.
"How do you mean?"
"What did they look like? What sort of armor did they wear, and what color was it? How did they fight? Anything you can remember."
"Alright," she said and paused for a moment to think, her nose scrunched in what Zuko found to be an adorable fashion. "There were three of them, all women, probably about my age. I only fought the two that couldn't bend. The one that was using chasing prey-"
"In pursuit of prey."
"Yes, that, she was all dressed up in pink if you can believe it. She was just all over the place, flipping and twirling like some kind of acrobat! The other one was taller and was definitely an assassin. She was all in black and she had about a thousand knives up her sleeves, which she liked to throw at people." Katara mused for a moment. "I thought she was the leader at first, because she was in front of the group, but she deferred to the bender pretty quickly."
That… that almost sounds like… OH SHIT.
"The bender," Zuko said, eye narrowing. "Describe the bender for me."
"Well, I didn't fight her. She took off after Aang pretty quickly. She was in this dark red armor and… oh! All her flames were blue. Does that mean anything special?"
Oh, ash and bone. Azula.
"She was actually pretty impressive," Katara said with a mocking grin. "Seems odd that they didn't send her out to capture Aang right away."
There is no way Azi let them escape. Not unless they… they…
"Did you hurt her?" Zuko said, his voice soft.
"Hmmm? No, I told you Aang was the one who… fought… her… You know her, don't you?" Katara said, grin disappearing in sudden disappointment.
"Yes," Zuko snarled. "Did he hurt her?"
If that little bald, ocean summoning, son of a bitch even TOUCHED my sister I'm going to put his head on a spike!
"No! You know Aang wouldn't doing anything like that," Katara said, her voice growing even more concerned.
Zuko exhaled deeply, tension draining away as suddenly as it had appeared. "Thank the Ancestors."
Boy, THAT would have been awkward. Having to declare blood vengeance on her friend just we're starting to actually talk to one anoth-
"She must be SPECIAL, huh?!" Katara shouted, suddenly and inexplicably furious. "Really pretty firebender girl? The one you left behind, I BET!"
"Uh… what? Why are you angry?"
"ANGRY?! I'm NOT angry! Why would I be angry? So now your girlfriend is after us? Why should I be angry?"
"My… my what?"
"Look, maybe this was a waste of time, I really should be getting back to camp before the others-"
"Wha- you think Azula is my girlfriend?"
"Oh, Azula is it? Such a pretty name!"
"Yes. Our MOTHER picked it out, in honor of out GRANDFATHER, Fire-Lord AZU-LON."
"Your… mother?" Katara paused. "She's your sister?!"
"That is generally how two people share a mother, yes," Zuko said shaking his head.
What was THAT all about?
"Oh. OK! That's… that's good. She's your sister… Not that I CARE or anything!" Katara shouted, blushing luminescently and ending her sentence with the stomp of her foot.
"We have, however, reached an impasse," Zuko said, scowling down at the ground and entirely missing Katara's flush. "I will not teach you to bring harm to my sister, and, unless I'm very much mistaken, the two she had with her are Mai and Ty Lee, who are probably the only two people on earth who I might be able to call friends." He sighed at looked up Katara. "I'd really rather you didn't kill them either."
Katara stared at him for a moment, a pensive look on her face. "That's surprisingly human of you Zuko," she said, a soft smile blossoming.
"That's not the word I would use."
Weak, is the word I'd use. Now comes the part where she leaves because you're useless to her.
Katara instead moved closer to him, forgetting her earlier caution. "Look, you know that we, that I, don't want to hurt anyone. I can promise to keep your friends and family alive, or to heal them should the need arise."
Zuko snorted derisively. "This… THIS is what I was talking about. The arrogance of you people. Claiming you can defeat my sister without harming her? How can you not see how insulting that is!?"
"Is she really that good?" Katara said, an odd smile on her face.
"She's better," Zuko said with a nod. "She's got the raw talent and genius that you have for bending, combined with the best training in the Fire-Nation. She'll be a great Fire-Lord someday."
Katara stared at him for a moment and then, hand over her mouth, she began to shake with suppressed laughter.
"Are you… giggling?" Zuko asked, stunned.
Katara couldn't seem to help it. "Oh, this is just too much!" she managed in between giggles. "You've just been this… terrifying villain for so long… and seeing the 'villain' gush over his little sister… It's just too funny!" She broke into real laughter. "Sweet, but funny."
Sweet spirits she's laughing. How did I do that?
"You… are making fun of me?" Zuko growled, without any real menace.
"Only a little," she said, smiling at him.
"You should be careful," he said quietly, the ghost of a smile on his face. "You keep giggling like that and I might begin to think that you are the kind of girl who wants to be called 'baby' or 'honey-blossom.'"
"Uggg. I keep forgetting you saw that," she said sinking to a sitting position in front of him. "Those boys were just awful." She fixed him with a steely glare, "and no you are not allowed to call me those things."
"How about… water-lily?" Zuko mused.
"Ick! No."
"Pumpkin?" he tried.
"Absolutely not."
"Snow angel?"
"How do you even know what that is?"
"I do read. Was that a yes?"
"NO."
"Turtle-duck?"
"I will hurt you," she said, flashing him that dangerous smile.
"I am aware," Zuko said, now with a matching grin on his face. "For future reference, I prefer being stabbed to… the other thing."
"That can be arranged," she growled, summoning a rather sharp piece of ice from her waterskin with the flick of her wrist.
Zuko nodded in mock solemnity. "So, we had settled on 'turtle-duck' I believe."
"NO!"
Merciful ancestors… I think I'm flirting! This is what flirting is!
Zuko was unable to keep a smile from his face as he continued. "Sweetie? Darling? Kitten? Snookums perhaps?"
"No, no, no and eww," Katara said. She leaned forward, threatening him with her icy blade, yet still smiling. "What part about the stabbing was unclear to you?"
"Alright, alright I'll stop," Zuko said, with a chuckle.
He was successful at this for less than three seconds.
"Ah," he said, with the air of a man with an amazing new insight. "Snuggle-bunny!"
Katara roared and tackled him, knocking him backward off the rock he was sitting on. He landed flat on his back, laughing, with Katara straddling his stomach and holding her ice knife to his chest.
"I'm beginning to think you enjoy being stabbed by me!" Katara growled in mock fury, leaning closer to his face.
"I enjoy everything about you," Zuko said still laughing.
"If you don't stop laughing at me I'm going to have to make you stop," Katara said softly.
"And just how do you imagine you will doooo…" Zuko trailed off as he became aware, suddenly and terribly aware, of just how close she was to him. She was on top of him, practically molded against him now. Her hair-loops dangling on his face, smelling of sea spray and jasmine.
"I'm sure I'll think of something," Katara said, answering the question he never managed to finish. Then, slowly, she kissed him.
Here's hoping she doesn't kick me in the crotch again, was the last coherent thought Zuko had before he shut his eye and kissed her back.
It escalated quickly, Katara seized fistfuls of his short hair, trying desperately to force their mouths closer. Zuko's hands wandered up and down her thighs settling on her bottom with a squeeze. Katara broke the kiss, gasping for air, and sat back on her haunches, dragging Zuko along with her as if by magnetism. He settled his mouth on her neck, kissing above and below her necklace and nuzzling her collarbone. She let out a low throaty growl, almost a purr, and bent to kiss him once again, her mouth finding his, their breaths intermingling. Zuko buried his fingers in her hair, unravelling her braid, as she somehow managed to clutch him even tighter, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
"Zuko…" she breathed, near to panting as she broke the kiss again a few minutes later.
"Hrmmm?" he murmured wordlessly, now nibbling at the arch of her neck, his hands now firmly curled around her hips.
"Zuko… we need to stop."
Zuko's eye sprang open and he leaned away from her in shock.
"Wha- what? Why? What did…" his face grew panicked. "Did I hurt you?!"
"No. NO! You didn't do anything! I… I just… we… we shouldn't be doing this." She looked away from him seeming abashed.
Zuko exhaled deeply, trying to quiet his still roaring heart and ignore, and/or banish, the inconvenient tightness in his loincloth.
"I understand," he said dropping his hands to his sides. "I shouldn't have… you don't have too… you don't have to pretend just so I'll help you. I'd help you even… if…" He trailed off, his mouth going dry, as Katara's eyes narrowed to slits and began to shine with a terrible fury.
"Are you implying…" she hissed, "that I kissed you… to persuade you to give me information?" Her ice knife, which had melted with their shared body heat, was suddenly once again very real, very solid, very pointy, and positioned, point down, on his chest.
Backpedal idiot!
"Uhhh… NO! No. That- that is to say-"
"You think that I'm some sort of…" she cast around looking for an appropriate word, "some sort of… harlot?"
"Harlot?" Who says "harlot" anymore?
"Of course not! It was… was… just… an exploitation of a tactical advantage," Zuko said, smiling weakly.
This was the wrong thing to say apparently.
"Tactical… ADVANTAGE?!" she screamed, becoming even more incensed.
Great Ancestors she's beautiful… NO! STOP! DANGER!
"Then… but… why?" he stammered.
Her fury vanished like smoke and was replaced by flustered embarrassment.
"Well… I mean… you're not supposed to- to do things like that before you're… You know!"
Zuko cocked his head to the side, still entirely puzzled.
Her mouth worked silently refusing to form words. Finally, eyes down, she muttered something Zuko didn't quite catch.
"Be-what-ed?"
"BETROTHED!" she shouted, much louder than she had originally intended, covering her mouth in surprise at her own volume.
"That's… stupid," Zuko said after a brief pause. "You can't even kiss somebody unless you're engaged?"
"Well… not… not like that," she said the flush in her cheeks intensifying. 'I'm sorry, I'm just… really confused."
"I know the feeling."
"We're just being stupid," she babbled. "Stupid… and stressed… and hormonal. Hormonal-stress-stupids!"
Zuko nodded, grunting in the affirmative.
"So, we're agreed then? No more kissing, yes?"
"No."
"NO!? What do you mean 'no?'"
"I mean that we are not agreed. If you don't want to kiss me that's fine; I shouldn't be forcing my attentions on you anyway. But I…"
Want to kiss you. I want to do nothing BUT kiss you.
But he couldn't say that, and Katara, her arms still around his neck just stared at him, baffled.
"I… Look, I'm sorry. I… I shouldn't… I never meant for you to find out. About… ANY of it and I had no right to kiss you, at the North Pole or any of those other times… or to say any of those things to you and…" his shoulders slumped dejectedly. "I'm sorry."
"Zuko…" Katara bit her lower lip in frustration. "You are not in love with me. It's just… stress… and hormones. Remember? Hormonal-stress-stupids!"
It wasn't, he KNEW it wasn't, but, shoulders slumped in defeat, he nodded his head anyway.
"Good. SO, no more kissing," Katara said considering the matter settled.
"You… will probably want to stop sitting in my lap then."
Katara instantly lept to her feet, face flushing once again.
"I… I should go," she said softly, eyes locked on him.
Zuko, who couldn't think of anything on earth he wanted less at the moment, just nodded again.
"I'll be back tomorrow night… for training… ONLY training!"
"Alright," Zuko said quietly. "It will not be easy though. Prepare yourself well, and dream of victory."
"You're ridiculous," Katara said rolling her eyes, despite the small smile that appeared on her face as she walked away.
This is going to be hard, Zuko thought glancing again at the bamboo weapon he had made. For her, and for ME.
Katara was going to HATE the Itami no Kyokun.
The lesson of pain.
A/N: Hello and welcome! You've reached the end of the chapter! Hurray for you, hurray for me, hurray for everybody we can see!
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed part 1 of "Zuko has company." Yet another chapter that was born from my own amusement at playing games with canon episode titles. Honestly not a lot to discuss about this chapter, really one of my first ALL fluff ones. Ok maybe like 80% fluff, there some stuff in there which I can talk about in…
Some brief META-bits:
Everything changed…: So why does Katara A) kiss him then B) kick him in the crotch? Well, this has two answers. 1) she panics, a small part of her is pretty sure that Zuko is about to tie her to a tree somewhere and so she reaches for a weapon/distraction she knows is going to work. And 2) I have always tried to give Katara the final say in situations where she is being kissed(at least after that first one). She is seriously annoyed with Zuko for scaring the shit out of her AGAIN and so she provides her rebuttal, in the form of a swift kick to the pants region. And also, honestly cribbing the line off of the show's beginning (everything changed when the fire-nation attacked) is just comedy gold to me. COMEDY GOLD, I tells ya!
Honestly, I can't think of anything else at this point. If you've got questions or something is unclear (or you know you just WANT to) you can comment/review. Remember to like/kudos/subscribe/make-fanart/tell-your-friends/take-a-sweater-cause-its-chilly-out/call-you-mother-cause-she-worries folks!
Wait, last thing. This is an EARLY warno, the first bit of NEXT weeks chapter will be… unpleasant. I don't like it, Katara doesn't like, YOU won't like it, and Zuko is really going to hate it… but he's doing it anyway.
Because NOBODY likes the "lesson of pain."
Thanks again!
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NEXT WEEK on a very special "Avatar: The Last Dragon"...
Zuko uses some handicrafts and Katara is annoyed.
TUNE IN. Same Zuko time, Same Zuko channel!
Original post date: 16 September 2018
