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She was found on the floor. Curled up on the cool tile. Her face was flushed, her hair tangled, her feet rubbing against the ground. She was panting, eyes closed, she was folded in on herself. Letting out little whines of pain.
Kya dropped the silver serving tray and sprinted across the floor. Coming to a skidding halt next to her daughter. She placed a hand to Katara's forehead and hissed. The little girl was burning up. Touching her was like touching a fire place.
"No no no no no no." Kya said fluttering her hands in confusion. The tea she had been carrying was spilling across the floor. She didn't care about that now. She only had thoughts for her little girl. Who at this point opened her mouth and let out a pathetic little cough. Her tongue was white and dry, like a cloth left out in the sun.
"Katara? Oh no no no." Kya flipped the small girl onto her back. Kya carefully cradled Katara's head. Resting the little girl on her thighs. And wiped some of the sweat covered hair from Katara's forehead.
"Katara? Darling? Can you hear me?" Katara just moaned and squirmed. Her eyes and face and cheeks and chin were wet with sweat. Kya took the hem from her skirt and began to rub at the sweat that covered her daughter.
"Please…please answer me Katara." Kya's heart was beating so hard that she couldn't even breath.
"Water…."Katara let out a moan. Her entire body shivered and she let out another hard firm cough. Katara's entire body was shivering and shaking. Almost as if she was having a complete seizure.
Kya didn't have any water. She didn't have anything. She had a collar. She had a broken tea pot. And she had a sick daughter on her lap. She didn't even have a bed of her own. She picked up Katara and pressed her to her shoulder.
Kya walked to the pet bed at the base of Zuko's bed. She put the girl on it and sat down next to her. Katara let out another cough. The girl curled up helplessly. Kya realized that her daughter didn't even have a fucking blanket. Not even a fucking blanket.
Kya looked up at the bed. Zuko's bedsheets were right there. She could reach up, grab them and wrap her daughter in them. But….She hadn't been ordered to do so. Who knows how the little prince would take it.
Kya bit her lip and rubbed the little girls back and shoulder. Katara let out a little moan of pain. Her hands pressed to her chest. Shivering and coughing. Her entire body was a knot of pain and heat. She felt as if she was being pushed into an oven.
"It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay. You're going to be okay my darling." Kya said. She wasn't even sure if Katara could hear her. Kya felt a prickling of confusion, of fear, of desperation.
In the South Pole they had community. They had connection. If a child was sick, then an adult took care of them, a parent, a grandparent, a close family friend, even a neighbor. Someone would step up and help out. Kya herself constantly found herself looking after plenty of children in her life. From neighbors to childhood friends of Kataras. She didn't mind it. It meant that the tribe had connection. Unity. If you cared for someone while they were sick, they would return the favor. It also meant that the tribe would be protected. Safe. If you cared for someone while they were sick it meant that others could go out and hunt, or repair blankets, or fix up the igloos.
But there was no tribe here. It was just Kya, and Katara, a tribe of two. A terrible thing. There was an ancient folk tale told among the inhabitants of the South Pole. It was of the tribe of two. An old man and a little boy who had been found on a glacier far away from all of the other tribes. They had been discovered during a blizzard. They had spoken a dead language. They had done unknown dances. And they had ultimately refused all offers of unity. All offers of connection. The two had then disappeared into the snow. No one had seen them again.
Kya didn't know why this story came to mind. But she attempted to shake it off. She and her daughter were not those people. They had a tribe. They had a community. They had just been plucked them away from home and hearth.
The door creaked open. Three figures stood there. Azula and Zuko on either side of Ursa's impressive hourglass figure.
"Kya? What do you think you are doing?" Ursa strode across the room. She loomed over Kya. Kya glanced up with a nervous flutter of her hands. She gestured down to Katara and then back up. Ursa shook her head.
"Why is she on the floor? Don't you know that you have work to do?" Ursa was wearing the form fitting robe. The one that kept her breasts upwards. The one with a pretty impressive boob window. And emphasized her thighs and hips. Her nipples were also tenting the sheer fabric. It was a very provocative outfit. Kya didn't know why the mother of two would be wearing it on a normal casual day.
"I…She is sick. My daughter needs me….I…I have to take care of her." Kya attempted in a desperate whiny voice. She hated how whiny she sounded. Ursa snorted and shook her head.
"You are needed in the kitchen. You have the work with the dancing. And your trainers expected you in the dojo hours ago. At this rate you will be way behind in your exercises and chores. You can't just take a day off because your daughter has a summer sickness." Ursa crossed her arms beneath her tits and shook her head in disgust.
"Honestly Kya. Sometimes you can be very selfish."
"I…she isn't used to the heat! She has never had this sort of fever before. I don't think she has ever been this sick before. I don't think she has ever had a summer sickness before. I need to take care of her. I have to—" Ursa shook her head and held up a hand in disgust. Her face was a mask of anger and her lips were tight. Kya instantly shut her mouth. Her hands pressed firmly and gently on her daughter. As if she was trying to push the heat and sickness out of Katara's body.
"Kya I told you to not be selfish. You shouldn't make excuses. Or use your daughter to make them. Clearly you need to do your work. And clearly you can't do that while watching your daughter. So clearly I will have to look after her." With that Ursa leaned down and scooped Katara up. The little girl let out a feeble moan and rubbed her face against Ursa's silk robe. It was soft and chilled. And she began to huff a little. Her mind felt like it was wrapped in a sunbeam.
"You?" Kya looked up at the authoritative woman. Ursa smirked with a bit of a fire in her eyes.
"I have been known to take care of sick children in my time." Ursa said with a confident smile. Azula snorted beside her.
"Quiet you." Ursa said quickly. Azula rolled her eyes at her mothers childishness. "I will take her to my bedchambers. After all I don't think you even have a bed for her to sleep in. Which you should really be a bit more ashamed about."
"I….yes mistress. I will…I will take care of the rest of the…" Ursa turned on her heel and marched right out. Azula and Zuko trailing after her like half bored platypus ferrets. Kya remained where she was kneeling for a few moments more. Kya gazed at where her daughter had just been. Her thighs were damp with sweat from a feverish little girls head. Kya stood up on shaky legs. She patted her skirt even and walked back into the hallway.
She looked back at Zuko's room and the massive bed that sat there, unoccupied. Completely empty, a waste of space. A waste of resources. All for the Fire Nation royals.
"So if Katara dies how do we get a new one?" Azula gasped as Ursa slapped her firmly across the face. Azula brought a shaking hand up to her cheek. Her mouth open in shock. Ursa was breathing heavily. And had to heft and readjust the load that she was carrying. She was not used to carrying a child. Especially not one as apparently as dense as Katara was Who was also very floppy. She did not look her weight or her length.
"Azula! That is a terrible thing to say!" Ursa said in shock. She placed Katara down on the bed sheets and pulled them up to the little girls chin. Ursa then sat into bed next to Katara. She tucked her legs underneath her and smiled compassionately down at the little girl. She began to wipe at the little servants face and head.
Azula pouted but joined her mother on the bed. As far away from the hands as she could possibly get. Azula stared quizzically at Katara. Studying the red face, the little bit of snot dripping down her nose. The harsh little pants and the longer deeper breaths. Katara seemed to find a comfortable spot and curled up. She fell into a fitful sleep. Twisting a little this way and that.
"She looks just like Zuzu whenever he get's sick." Azula said. She pressed a hand to Katara's forehead and nodded. "She has a fever."
"You shouldn't touch her if she's sick. You might get sick." Zuko said. Azula looked at him curiously and then back at Katara. Zuko sat next to his mother. He had a small bowl with water and a rag in it. Ursa took the rag and began to dribble the water across Katara's lips. She frowned and then nodded towards Azula.
"Go tell the servants to bring us some chipped ice. And some juice. And something for her to snack on."
"Fire Honey." Azula said firmly. Ursa nodded. Azula stood up with a annoyed sigh. She hated being ordered around like a servant. But if it was for Katara then she could live with it. Zuko was staring after his sister as she left. Then back towards Katara. He bit his lip nervously.
"I thought that the Water Tribe wouldn't get sick the same way as us. I thought that they were supposed to be hardier." He said nervously.
"We shouldn't make assumptions of others until we have lived with them for a bit." Ursa responded. She lovingly dripped water across Katara's head and face. Trying to wipe away some of the sweat as well.
"What Azula said…About Katara…if she dies…" Zuko said nervously. Ursa frowned sharply at her son.
"Don't say that. Darling…She will be fine." Ursa said with a soft smile. "It's just a common summer sickness. She isn't used to the heat. I don't know if she will ever be used to the heat. She will be sick, but she will get better. And soon she will be serving you again. Just like she should be."
Zuko took the rag and dabbled it across her lips. They were so small, slightly pursed, like a flower tied up in a bow. They were soft. His finger briefly flicked them and he blushed.
"I don't mind taking care of her though. She works so hard for me. I don't think that she should do that while sick." Zuko said softly. Ursa smiled lightly at her boy. His heart was big, his soul was bright, his face was open and easy to read. A little too easy to read.
Ursa put her hand over Zuko's and gave it a squeeze.
"Zuko. She works for you. You are a prince. You are destined for rule. For giving orders. Katara's place is taking those orders. In following those orders. You are in different classes. Never forget that. You can take care of her, but don't make a habit of it." Zuko nodded, he didn't understand these words. He didn't understand what she meant. But he would follow what his mother said.
"Did I miss anything? Is she awake yet?" Azula said as she walked back in carrying a tray. There was toast and butter on it. Along with yogurt and fire honey. A few slabs of dried meat. And a bowl of dried shelled nuts. And of course more ice, more juice, and more water. Along with some flowers, still on the stem. It looked like they had been plucked straight from the garden. Azula still had grass stains on her fingernails from where she had plucked them herself.
"No." Ursa said coldly. Azula sat down back on the bed and curled up next to Katara. Azula frowned and took a hold of Katara's fingertips.
"C-Cold." Katara said in a fluttering voice.
"Do you need more blankets my love?" Ursa said softly cooing. Katara's eyes peeked open. She didn't recognize the room, or the blankets that covered her, she felt so cozy and safe. She couldn't be in Zuko's bed. It was too big.
"Blankets?" Katara mumbled out in confusion. Her mind was in a fog. She didn't know what they were asking her.
"Blankets yes dear." Ursa said with a comforting grin. She stood and clicked across the room. She opened a dresser and pulled out some of the thicker winter blankets. She didn't think to bring them out just yet. But…Well Katara looked like she needed them.
Ursa stumbled under the blankets. She was carrying so many that some were spilling out of her arms and dragging on the floor. She was carrying an awful lot. She maybe carried two things in a year. And here she was doing it twice in one day! How strange.
She got to Katara and began to tuck her in. Three additional blankets went around the little girl. Making her like a cozy red burrito. Katara sighed in delight.
"Thanks mom." She mumbled. She didn't know if it was Kya. But hands like that? Those were hands of love. Those were hands of a mother. Zuko and Azula exchanged a surprised look. Ursa stood back up and smiled while blushing.
"You are very welcome Katara." Azula frowned and glared down at the little girl. She then shoved her hands under the blankets and pressed them to Katara's stomach.
"Here." Azula snapped. Katara smiled, more heat was rising from off of her.
"What are you doing?" Zuko asked in confusion.
"She said she was cold. I'm heating up my palms and putting them on her. Not fire bending, just increasing the heat." Azula said with a smug smirk. She was a genius when it came to making these moves. Zuko gazed at his own hands. He was incapable of doing that. At all. He didn't think that he was capable of even coming up with something like that.
"Lady Ursa?" Hama said opening the door to the bedroom. She had seen it all and was completely unimpressed by what she saw.
"Yes?" Ursa turned in irritation.
"The accountants are here. They need to discuss some of the spending during the celebration with Lord Iroh. And the intention you might have to visit Ember Island this year. The playhouse is insisting firmly on a response. Specifically which play you are interested in seeing. And the navy has completed preparations on the yacht for the excursion towards the south. The pleasure cruise wants to know if there are any special meals you wish to serve for the journey" Ursa rolled her eyes. Ruling wasn't always glamorous. Often it was her having to deal with the bureaucracy of this nation of old men and fools.
"Very well. Children? Watch after Katara. If there is any changes let me know. And if she gets worse come running for me screaming."
"Yes mother." Zuko said. He was still pressing the rag to Katara's lips and face. She would suck on the rag, letting the water cool her. Then she would shiver. She coughed a little, like a pitiful puppy. Ursa turned and marched from the room. A bit of a skip in her step. A pep in her movements. She didn't know why, but she felt positively maternal!
"If she dies we would need to share Kya with mother and father." Azula stated. Zuko frowned at her.
"Don't say that." He snapped. Azula snorted.
"Oh don't act all indignant, I would lose more then you if she died. Girls need confidants. I need a fellow girl in my life to give my secrets and plans to—
"What are you talking about?" Zuko asked. Absolutely and utterly befuddled by what she was saying. Who thought like that? Why would she think that?
"I am talking about a woman's heart Zuzu. Something that as a boy you never have access to. What are you going to lose? A bed warmer? A cup holder? Or…Hmmm" Azula smirked knowingly and glanced between the red faced Zuko, so duitifully petting her face and head, and the sleeping Katara.
"No…I think that you might know a thing or two about hearts. Now don't you?" Zuko glanced at Katara and then away nervously.
"I don't know what you're talking about. Besides I've seen how you treat her."
"How do I treat her?" Azula said coldly.
"Unlike anyone else you've ever met. Like you actually care about what she thinks of you. Like you actually want to impress her." Azula blushed, flapped her lips, and then glared at Katara's sweet little face.
Katara opened her eyes, her lids felt so heavy. And crusty. She licked her lips. A dribble of water was dripping down her cheek. She stared around. There was nothing that she could really focus on. Her head was throbbing. Thick hot heavy pounding cracking against her. Her body was cold but her head was so HOT.
She had no idea how she got here….She vaguely recalled waking up in Zuko's bed. She had taken two steps…Then she had collapsed…right? She was so hot…And her mouth was dry. And her forehead was so tight.
She felt a tug to her side. Water. There was water in a small bowl next to her. She pulled a hand upwards. Something warm and soft and birdlike was pressed to her side and stomach. Giving her all the comfort of a small pet. Katara felt the tug of the water, the soothing soothing water. She knew that it wouldn't cure her sickness…
She wiggled her arms free of the blankets. Her eyes unfocused. She didn't even know if there was anyone else in the room with her. There was only shadows. Haze, shadows, and the heat. That overwhelming sickening heat. Her head pounded. Her breath hitched.
"What is she doing?" Zuko whispered in amazement. The two heirs watched as Katara's arms moved in a smooth circle. The water raised from the bowl and floated over to her forehead.
She wiped it over her forehead and willed it cold. The water solidified into ice. She sighed as some steam seeped upwards. She cuddled back down into the pillow. The ice cooling her head. She felt like she might actually be able to sleep now. Her snores quickly filled the room.
Zuko looked at Azula. Azula looked at Zuko. In wide eyed amazement they then looked at their pet in shock.
"What do we do? What do we do?" Azula said yanking her hands out from underneath the blankets. As if she expected Katara to lean over and bite her.
"I can't believe it." Zuko said in amazement. A typhoon of feelings were bursting, exploding, crashing, screaming inside of him.
"Is everything alright in there children?" Ursa stuck her head around the doorframe. The siblings slapped their hands over Katara's forehead and turned back to their mom. Nodding quickly, matching forced smiles on their faces.
"YEP!" Zuko and Azula shouted as loudly as they could. Ursa blinked in surprise then frowned.
"Okay. I will have lunch delivered for the four of us. I will be back in a few minutes. Make sure that she has plenty of rest now." Ursa pulled her head out from behind the door. Catching her children letting out matching sighs of relief. The two were so strange sometimes.
Ursa turned towards Kya. Who had approached with a nervous glint in her eyes.
"My…My lady? How is my—EEP!" Kya let out a surprised squeak. Ursa had grabbed her cheek and brought her in for a vicious kiss. Ursa's strong tongue invaded Kya's mouth. Swirling around, pressing to her cheeks, her tongue, her tonsils. Scrapping all the way to the back of the Water Tribe woman's throat. Kya gasped into the kiss. Her eyes blinking in surprise.
Ursa's free hand pressed against Kya's butt cheeks. Squeezing and groping them. Quickly, desperately. Ursa's eyes were hard, desperate, needy, pleading. Even a little damp with tears. Spit dripped down their chins. Their tongues swirled and danced and darted, probing, embracing, touching like lovers coated in oil.
Finally they broke apart. Breasts bare, their tops having come a little off kilter in the frantic make out session.
"Well. Back to your duties then Kya." Ursa said with as much gravity as she could muster. Rearranging her hair. It had come out of it's bun during the kiss. Ursa clicked down the hallway. Her blush obvious. Her very aura seeming to glow with desire and satisfaction. Kya blinked after her. And wondered just what the hell was up with this family.
"Do you have to go?" Suki asked as she kicked a stone into the water. Sokka readjusted his heavy load. Making sure that the final few rations he had would last. He put a finger in the water of the bay and swirled it. He nodded sadly.
"My tribe needs me. If I stay here before the freeze comes I'll never get home." Suki pouted at this. She stepped into the water beside him. The waves lapping at her knees. She stared off at the horizon. She couldn't tell if that was where the south lay. But she knew that was where he was paddling off to.
His kayak seemed so small. So dinky compared to the breakers just off shore. Or to the massive storm that had rolled him through. Sokka was preparing his fishing line. He would let it drag out behind him as he went. Maybe let his rations last a little bit longer.
He glanced towards the tree line and grinned. The village had already given him a very friendly farewell. Syutti seemed very eager to get rid of him. She had nearly pressed him to leave right then and there. He didn't blame her. He wanted to see the back of this island very soon. He was sure that his Gran Gran was worried sick about him.
"None of them want to say bye huh?" He said. Suki turned around and glared at the watching girls. A few ducked behind the treeline. Giggling and shushing each other. Suki put her hands on her hips and frowned at them.
A few were nice enough to turn around and retreat towards the village. Others crouched down instead.
"You have to remember, most of us have never seen anyone leave the island. We only see trading boats far off in the distance. This is new." Suki said over her shoulder. Sokka tapped her on the back. She turned and he wrapped her in a hug. She returned it with a smile on her face.
"I'll miss you." He said huskily. His throat felt like it was closing up. He didn't know why this was so hard. He coughed and pulled away.
"You'll visit us again one day right?" Suki asked, she bit her lip cutely. Sokka smirked confidently down at her.
"Of course. You still need to beat me right?" He yelped as she flipped him over her head and crashed him into the sand. He moaned and glared up at her.
"And I got to pay you back for that!" Suki chuckled and helped her friend back to his feet.
"We will meet again. If you don't come here I will go to the south pole and track you down myself!" Suki held out her hand. Sokka spat into his palm and then held it out. Suki wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"Is this a boy thing or a Water Tribe thing?"
"A bit of both? It's a friend thing. It means were blood brothers."
"I'm not a boy."
"Blood sisters then." Sokka said with a shrug. Suki grinned to herself. She spat into her palm and clapped their hands together.
"Blood sisters. I like that. I can't wait to see you again my friend."
"You too." With that Sokka turned and stepped into his kayak. His paddle bit into the water. Suki grabbed the back of the boat and pushed it out into the water. She went all the way up to her chin. She stood on tip toe and gave one final shove.
Sokka dug into the water. His chin quivering. His lips tight. His eyes wet with tears. If he looked back now he knew he would be lost. So he plunged on. It was the only way for him to go. Forward. Every forward. A boomerang always found its way home. And so would he.
A small elephant koi calf bumped his kayak with it's nose. It then dove and swam towards Suki. Bumping the floundering girl back up to firmer land. She sat shivering on the shoreline. Her arms wrapped around her knees. She grinned softly. One day she would leave this island. She would see the world. She would see her friend again.
She watched Sokka until he was in the open ocean. Then until he was a speck. Then until he was gone. Then she wiped away her tears.
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.