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Katara sat up in bed. Her hair was standing up like a wild tornado. Her lips were wet from sleep drool. She rubbed her eyes trying to put a bit of her exhaustion to bed. She stared around the room. The wax time keeping candle was still pretty high up. The flame had barely burnt any away. The full moon was still high overhead, she could feel the tug of it pulling at her soul. She had always been able to feel it. It just took until meeting Hama for her to know that it was related to water bending.
It was still deep in the middle of the night. She had no idea what woke her up. She adjusted her pajama tops. The silk was a dark black, the store did not have any blue much to her chagrin. In fact it seemed as if no where in the Fire Nation was there anything blue or white.
Zuko was on his back. Snoring away, his hair was a wild tangle around his head. His nose was wrinkled up and his lips were also parted. He was deep asleep. So deep that his breathing was almost hypnotic. Katara yawned. She was definitely still sleepy, and could really just go back to bed….Worry about what woke her up tomorrow….
Then the figure by the side of the bed stepped forward.
"Gran Gran?" Katara's frizzled brain tried to make sense of the old woman standing in the bedroom. The old woman had a long thin….something in her hands….And a candle was lit beside her.
"Oh…Hello Hama." Katara said with a small smile. Hama was frowning down at her. Hama grabbed the jug of water that sat on the bedside table. She poured it out and then took a quick water bending stance. The liquid splashed across the room. It sunk into pillows, sheets, books, the very floor. Katara blinked in confusion.
The two had been having very informal training sessions. Mostly it was done during cooking, but sometimes Hama would wake her up in the middle of the night. Or would drag her away from something she was doing. The lessons were brief, mostly focused on teaching poses and movements over the deeper arts. But Katara was learning fast. Even in this overly hot land and with so little water on hand. She was learning speedily.
"This is an obsidian blade." Hama said. She held the small knife up to the candle light. The surface was a black stone, vaguely oily, it was shined to a sharpened point. The handle was a white bone. Katara stared at the knife in fascination.
"Obsidian has held an important position among all of the nations. The fire benders worshipped it, the air nomads kept it as small beads, baubles really, the earth kingdoms forbid anyone from bending it. Some say it comes from the stars, others volcanoes. But the water tribe knows what it is truly for. Medicine. The blade never has to be sharpened. It can cut through bone and sternum with ease. The obsidian blade does not heal, the cuts are so fine that only a water healer is able to fix them."
Katara stared in wide eyed fascination. Hama spun the knife one way and then another. She then reached down and slit Zuko's throat from ear to ear. He coughed, and then blood began to well up out of the cut.
Katara was frozen. She didn't know how to react. Then the warm blood splashed at her hands and she began to shriek. She stared at Hama then down at the dying boy.
"Well? Heal him." Hama said gesturing. Katara's fingers were trembling. She stared up then down again.
"I…I…I…I…"
"The cut isn't that deep. Heal him." Hama insisted. Katara's eyes were ringed with terror, her teeth were chattering. She had been to the whale hunts, she had butchered animals, flesh and blood was nothing new. She had also seen people killed during raids. Random accidents. A animal attack. She was no stranger to blood and gore. But the proximity…the visceral nature of it….She felt sick to her stomach. She bent over, coughing down her bile.
"He will bleed out if you don't heal him." Hama said sharply.
"I…there's no water…."Katara stared down at her friend. Her hands splashed to his neck. Attempting to quench the flow with her own fingers. She could feel his heart beat. She could feel his warmth. She could feel Zuko's blood!
"There is water everywhere. Sweat. Tears. Spit. Inside of plants. In the very air….I poured it out. Find it." Hama ordered. Katara whipped her head up. Blood was splattered to her forehead. Her hair was starting to get sticky with it.
"HELP ME!" She shouted. Hama shook her head.
"No."
"He will die!"
"He is the fire nation. I do not care." Hama said simply. Katara shivered. Hama didn't look like Hama…she resembled a witch. A crone. A monster that came out to take away good little boys and girls….
Katara tried to reach out. Tried to find the water…But the room was too hot! And the blood too thick! And it kept on coming….She felt faint. She felt queasy. She wanted her master Ursa….She wanted her mommy…
"Why isn't he waking up?" She said softly. Hama snorted.
"I drugged him. I've been planning this for a long time. Now either let him die…or save his life." Hama snapped at Katara. Katara responded with a growl and a scowl. Something big and angry and red and furious rising up like a tidal wave. A tidal wave of crimson blood.
"I don't know how!" Katara shouted. And then just like that she did. Water…it was everywhere. It was life. It was existence…It was…It was blood. Katara turned to look at Zuko again.
If she didn't do something soon….All of the blood would pour out of him…He would die. Her master would die….Then where would she be?
Katara felt her heart beating. She felt his beating as well. She could feel the tug coming from Hama. She could feel the tug coming from the full moon. With a careful thought and the flick of her wrists she willed. She willed the blood to follow her orders. She willed the blood to obey her. She willed the blood to go back inside of Zuko.
The blood didn't move. At first. Then it began to slide. It was not like water which had a flow. Water was pure, clean, sweet, engulfing. Blood crept. It snuck. It tried to take it's time. As if it had it's own thoughts and own places it would like to be. Katara ground her teeth. She would will this water back into him if it was the last thing she did!
Katara ground her teeth, she bit her lips, she clenched every muscle she had from her toes to her back. And she told that blood to get back inside of her Zuko!
The blood paused at the cut in his neck. Then it glowed. A bright soft sweet glow. White and blue, soft and undulating. Like the sunlight creeping over a glacier. Or a sparkling pearl deep underwater. Whatever it was…It was working. And within a few seconds the flow stopped. The blood was gone. As was the cut.
Katara's hands rested on his neck in confusion. She gazed at it in amazement.
"Obsidian blades also are so fine that they don't leave a scar. A perfect weapon. A perfect instrument. Congratulations Katara. You are a healer." Hama said nodding her head in satisfaction.
"I….I did blood bending." Katara said in slack jawed amazement. Her fingertips traced Zuko's neck. There really wasn't even a scar. He was completely unblemished. He was still beautiful.
"No. You bent blood and you used it to heal. Now we see if you can do blood bending." Hama grabbed the little girl by the hair and flung her out of the bed. The violent moment knocked the air out of Katara. She landed heavily. Scrambling to her feet. Her hands clawed and ready to scratch.
Hama stood beside Zuko. The little boy still asleep. Completely at ease. He didn't even know he had come within a moment of death. Hama held the knife to his chest. The point dimpled the skin. Not yet breaking it, but it easily could.
"Blood healing can do much. But I doubt even you can heal his pierced heart. He will die within seconds if I stab him." Hama spoke curtly. Her grave face cut from a glacier. Katara held up her hands helplessly. A bit of blood had dried on her palms. But otherwise she was crimson free.
"Please…Hama please don't do this." Katara begged, she felt low and pathetic and whiny. But she didn't know how else to please with the old woman. Hama shook her head and frowned even deeper.
"The only way for you to save his life is if you use blood bending. On me." Hama brought her hands up and took a strange stance. Katara's arms snapped to her side. She let out a pained gasp. She gazed downwards, her eyeballs bulging. She could feel every last cell in her screaming out. That this was violence of a deep personal nature.
She let out an anxious whine. The veins in her neck stood out, then started to strain. She tried to move her foot, and it went flying in the opposite direction. She nearly face planted, only for her entire body to freeze in midair. She spun around and then dropped heavily onto her back. She coughed, the entire time she had been holding her breath.
Ever since she had been stolen and taken to the Fire Nation Katara had been pushed around. Her body was not her own, her time and energy was always devoted to someone else. Her very dignity was stripped away. And yet moving like this felt vile. It felt like something she had never anticipated before. It felt like…Like…Like how Zhao had made her felt.
"You have a choice now girl." Hama said warningly. She held the knife over Zuko's chest. Waited, and then began to drive the point in.
Katara was on her feet and shrieked. Her mind reached out, she felt the tug of the moon, the tug of Hama, the tug of Hama's spit, sweat, and blood. And so Katara took a water bending pose and she twisted.
Hama's hands paused. A little bead of blood had started to dribble up out of Zuko's chest. Katara frowned. She focused on that and willed it upwards.
Hama found herself on her tip toes, then being dragged away. Not stepping, but forced to float across the floor. She came to a rest in front of the scowling little girl. The stream of blood from Zuko floating beside her. The stream remained in place, then sharpened. Turning into a blood red icicle. Hovering right next to the old woman's throat. Katara was panting heavily. Her entire body trembling with suppressed rage. She pushed the icicle closer to Hama's jugular.
Hama merely stared down at Katara. In a mute bit of fascination. Katara continued to pant. Then she lowered the old woman to the ground and turned the blood into steam. It flew into the air, gone in an instant.
"I….I didn't like that." Katara said. She was shivering. She stared at Hama. The old woman didn't seem to have an inch of sorrow to her. Just a bit of resignment. A hitch of disappointment.
"You saved him." Hama said simply. She then looked at the sleeping little boy in irritation. "We could kill him and leave now. But you had to save him."
"Leave?" Katara asked, confused. Leaving…She had thought of returning home countless times. To her father, her brother, her Gran Gran….But being told that they could just go…She hadn't given it all that much thought…
"Kill him. His sister. His cousin. Take your mother. Flee into the woods. Maybe return to the tribe. Leave."
"Do you know how to get back to the south?" Katara asked. A cautious eagerness to her voice. Hama bowed her head.
"No."
"Oh." The two stood in silence. The soft breathing of an uninjured prince filled the room. "You said that….you escaped after they took you…Did you use…that…to escape?"
"Yes. I had the guards kill each other. Then I ran. You should have heard the other prisoners Katara. They cheered for me. They cheered that at least someone escaped."
Hama closed her eyes. For a moment she was back in that terrible terrible place. The land of steel and heat. Without a single drop of water. Only an overwhelming thirst that tugged all around her.
"Zuko didn't make it though. He doesn't deserve to die for it." Katara protested. Hama sighed and shook her head.
"You are still so young. But at least now you know about blood bending. And a bit of healing. Go back to bed little girl. I will come for you tomorrow." Hama walked past Katara. As if the entire ordeal hadn't just happened. Katara watched as she left. The entire affair had taken maybe five minutes. But so much could happen in five minutes….
Katara stared down at her hands. She had never imaginged that they could be used for something like that. She felt invigorated. She felt alive. She felt a tug. She stared up at the ceiling. Picturing the moon spirit sitting there, large and fat, circling the heavens forever. Katara bowed to it and then climbed back into bed beside little Zuko.
She watched his drugged lips for a bit. She watched his chest rise and fall evenly. She then closed her eyes and went to sleep.
Sokka let out a yelp. He landed on his head, rolled and then fell back onto his head. Again. He kept on landing on his head. It was almost like a dumb recurring joke by this point.
Suki smirked down at the young man. Her training greens were scuffed and dirty. She had on a pair of leather sandals and her shaved head looked prickly and raw in the early morning sunlight.
"Come on. I thought all you Water Tribe men were grand warriors." Suki laughed playfully. Sokka scowled and jumped back to his feet. His hands went for a grapple, which she easily ducked out of. Suki pressed his hand inwards. Putting his wrist into a lock. She then flung the little boy into a tight spin and got him on the ground again.
Suki dusted off her legs and bottom before sitting on Sokkas chest with a very unladylike smirk. Her cat like reflexes were putting his superior strength to shame. Sokka squirmed for a bit. And Suki picked up a nearby twig and jabbed it aggressively against his forehead.
"I won. That's….what sixteen to your three? Why don't you just call it quits already? It's a known fact that no man can defeat a Kyoshi warrior."
"You're not a Kyoshi warrior though! You're just one in training!" Sokka snapped back. Suki let out a mock gasp and crossed her arms.
"Rude! And you're not a man! You just got lost on my little island!" She stuck her tongue out at him. Sokka returned the favor. Then he bucked his hips and flung his legs wildly. Suki attempted to hang on, but it was like holding onto a typhoon. Within a second she was flung back off.
The little warrior reacted lightly. Jumping and getting back into a grappling position. She got Sokka into a better hold and flung him onto his back again. Sokka moaned and sat back up. Suki shook her head with a chuckle.
"You sure do have tenacity. I'll give you that." Her arms and legs were starting to get bruised. And she was starting to get tired. He on the other hand just seemed to be picking up his second wind. She didn't know if he was just good at endurance or cardio or what. But she couldn't seem to get him tired at all!
Her tiny biceps stung as they went back to sparring. His moves were slow but devastating if they landed. Her's were quick and properly placed. The two got into another wrestling move and he flipped her over his head. Suki jumped with the yank and managed to upset his balance.
The two little kids finally plopped onto the ground next to a tree. The early morning sunlight was starting to frame their faces. Sokka wiped sweat off his forehead. Suki pulled out a small package of steamed dumplings. They were pre made so they were hard and stale. They each took one, clinked them together and chowed down.
"Well….You're the better fighter then I am." Sokka said with as much grace as he could master. "And I don't know how but it seems like most of my life lately has involved getting my rear handed to me by a girl."
"Girls are just better fighters. That's what my master says at least. That we are more attuned to violence since violence is done so often unto us. Whatever that means." Suki says with a satisfied grin. Sokka rolled his eyes. He had noticed that the small island wasn't a perfect united tribe. Just like the Southern Pole there were countless little cultures across this small island.
A growing populist movement on the island was a general misandry towards men. The already incredibly isolationist island seemed to hold the men that lived there and farm the fields in contempt. At least the younger generation did. Suki was starting to pick up a few of the pieces herself. But she was also nice. And had agreed to train with Sokka. Seemingly out of pity, but also out of fascination.
The two would spend hours together, just discussing their upbringing, their culture, their ways of thinking, their very nature. Sokka, who had never been out of the South Pole wondered if this was how June felt when she had gotten stranded in his home.
"There is one thing that you girls have issues with." Sokka said with a smirk. Suki grinned back and nudged him aggressively.
"Oh? And I'm sure you big strong man is going to show it to me." The two chuckled. Syutti, one of the Kyoshi warriors who was training Suki and her friends had taken to calling Sokka a big strong man to get under his skin. Other youths had picked it up. He found it funny after a few days there.
"You got your close quarters combat down great. But you utterly stink at long range weapons." Suki frowned in irritation.
"I can shoot a bow just as well as you can."
"Sure you can. But I've never seen any of the older Kyoshi warriors use them. I think their boobs get in the way."
"Don't be weird." Suki slapped him on the chest with a frown. Sokka shrugged.
"Hey I'm just saying. Also you only have bow and arrows and grappling spears. You don't really throw things."
"Okay mister South Pole, what would you throw?"
Syutti stepped onto the balcony of the Kyoshi warrior sleeping quarters. She was clad in a towel. Her impressive bust filled out her towel wonderfully. She had a fine eye for large chests. It was one thing that she looked for in many of her lovers. The grizzled warrior had a sharply cut brown haircut. And a long thick scar that cut her face from left ear to her lower right chin. She had received it during a fight with a pirate from the defunct 'fifth nation'.
One of her older recruits was snoring back in the bedroom. Cuddled up next to another one of Syutti's lovers. The commander had a fine eye for potential recruits. And she always made sure to take the best of the best under her wing. The latest crop of children recruited from the island also showed promise. She was no monster so she would never dream of submitting them to the rigors of what she submitted her lovers to.
But there were a few to look out for and keep an eye on. Eventually one would take her job. And the old fighter relished seeing that day. A brisk breeze from the south picked up. She shivered, her biceps and nipples hardening in the breeze. It smelt of salt and the south. She pondered opening up their borders to trade again.
The south pole was only a few days away as the crow dove flew. And if you had a speedy kayak you could be there and back within a week. But that would mean getting on the Fire Nation Navy's maps. And Kyoshi island had only survived the tumultuous world of men and conquers by staying silent and separated. By keeping outside forces out and interior forces in.
Speaking of outside forces she frowned and leaned over the railing of the balcony. Standing there in the yard was young Suki. A promising recruit who had a proud tilt of the head and friendly way of standing. Syutti did not play favorites and she tried to keep her guards professional. But she did have a soft spot for the little girl. And high expectations for what she could achieve.
Suki was talking to the castaway. The South Pole boy had a thick spear in his hand. He was leaning over, leaning back and gesturing wildly with it. Syutti frowned. She admired Suki for having such a curious mind. An open mind with imagination could see all possibilities. But Syutti was hesitant to let Suki get so intimate with the young man.
He could prove a distraction. The sooner they repaired his kayak and sent him on his way the better.
Suki took the spear from Sokka's hands and clumsily tossed it. The spear landed on its side with a thump. He ran and picked it up, without even slowing he turned and bounced on his heel. He let the spear fly with perfect accuracy. The spear landed in the center of a bullseye painted on a bale of hay nearby.
Suki stared on and even clapped, very impressed. Syutti herself nodded. It must be a demonstration, showing how the south traditionally used tridents and harpoons to hunt. The North Pole Tribes were more obsessed with water bending, so the south had to be to use a bit more ingenuity to get by.
While Syutti didn't always understand it. She could appreciate it.
Sokka then took out a boomerang. He presented it to Suki before tossing it over his shoulder with a flourish. The two watched as it flew through the air. A whistle marking it's progress. Syutti followed it curiously as well. The children still hadn't realized that she was up there watching them.
For a moment she lost sight of the boomerang. Then it came flying right past her. Right behind her in fact. The chill of the morning increased and then a chill ran through her. The boomerang was a razor sharp club, designed to cut and bludgeon at the same time.
And it had cut through the back of her towel. Not even brazing her flesh. But it had knocked the knot off kilter. The short white cloth fell to her feet with a thump. The scar covered commander let out a surprised yelp and ducked down to snatch it back up.
The towel was a total loss, the rip was big and definitely not fixable.
"You rascals!" She bellowed. She pressed the towel to her chest and leaned over the railing. One fist raised and shaking it at the two surprised children.
"Look what you've done!" Sokka held up his hand, his boomerang returning to his palm with a meaty thwack. Only then did he and Suki turn tail and sprint with all their might. Syutti's threats echoing after them. With the occasional bizaree punishment tossed in as well.
"Why are we running?" Sokka shouted to Suki as they went through the trees. She turned on her heel with a big goofy smile.
"Because it's fun?" She shouted back. He whooped and continued chasing her. Soon they were neck and neck. He held up the boomerang with a smirk.
"What did I tell you? Ranged weaponry. It has it's uses." Suki laughed and pushed him playfully. The two came out into the training ground of the Kyoshi warrior apprentices. Dusty, dirty, sweaty, bruised, and still had to start the chores. Sokka took a deep breath. He wasn't home yet, but his heart felt wonderfully full in a way he had forgotten. He just hoped that he would be able to carry this feeling for when he got back to the tribe.
Review. Faster updates for this and other stories if this and other stories get more reviews. Would love to see art work of this or any of my other work. Faster reviews for my other less popular stories means that more updates at a faster pace. Or just more stories like this one.
Also any requests in reviews will probably be ignored.
Also just to be clear. I do not do pedophilia, all characters are aged up in this stuff or aged down depending on the character, no loli, no yaoi, no shota, I don't do watersports (Shit/Piss/fart fetish shit)I don't do stuff like vore or entire bodies getting shoved into places (Shrink play) I don't do blood play or torture (Ball/cock crushing etc) or certain old people, (Yes I am a fucking hypocrite) . Also if you ask for something in reviews that normally means I won't do it. So anyone who asks for that will be disappointed. If you have questions/requests/suggestions PM me instead.
Also have an ao3 account under the same name. and same titles.