Post by Teᴙa253 on May 3, 2009 15:54:59 GMT -7
Chapter 13... this one gives Katara another reason to hate people.
other than that, yeh, it's kinda meh, but oh wellz.
CHAPTER 13
After a little initial concern, Katara was eventually able to ‘settle’ in the Fire Nation, living an almost normal life. She did have to be watched over by either Zak or Rafai, and of course, her power didn’t stop. The fact that Zak was the avatar though meant that she was also a firebending master; and that served to Katara’s advantage. Zak was an effective teacher, despite seeming like the laid-back type. Moreover, she did not put up with Katara’s anger, and this helped in the long run.
Zak’s teaching though, was very unique. Zak did not just focus her on learning the techniques of firebending, but she also used waterbending, earthbending and airbending moves to teach her. Granted, Katara was only a firebender, not the avatar, and so she could not bend water, earth, or air, but various moves taught Katara how to use her chi energy to her advantage.
Granted, it was not something that a 14-year-old girl could learn overnight, but it helped in various ways as she progressed. Apart from training, [and the necessities of life] Katara spent her time drawing. The longer she spent in the Fire Nation, the more she became comfortable with it, and there were a few months spent there in peace. Her confidence went up enough to the point where she’d sometimes be seen wearing her old things instead of the refugee outfit Zak had gotten her [although deep down, she actually had become secretly fond of it], and she was happy during this time.
Of course, her emotional swings didn’t just disappear, but that’s what Zak’s teaching was for. One time, she was in a particularly bad mood when Zak played a friendly joke one her that involved getting her wet. Katara overreacted this time, and so Zak stopped her from going nuts.
“I’m not in the mood,” Katara snapped. Zak didn’t ask why she was in a bad mood, but over the last few months, she had discovered Katara’s emotional patterns and did learn that they were not just random, though they were rather erratic.
“Don’t use that tone with me,” Zak snapped, her pride kicking in, “remember whose house you’re living in.”
“Leave me alone,” Katara snapped, “I have power to try and harness.”
“And that’s why I’m here,” Zak replied, “To help you learn to control it, damn it. If you’re attempting to challenge me, I suggest you listen to a little voice of reason before doing so.”
“Voice of reason,” Katara muttered darkly, “that was my brother.”
Zak paused, watching as Katara slowly turned around.
“I once had a brother,” Zak remarked, “His name was Yasuda. Be grateful that your brother loves you, because mine didn’t. None of my family did, and do you know why?”
“Why,” Katara snapped, “because you were an arrogant, annoying show-off who cared about no one else?”
This had set Zak off, as she was about to tell a sensitive story. She nailed Katara painfully in her lower jaw with an uppercut, dislocating the latter’s jaw. Blood started dripping out Katara’s mouth, and Katara flew into a fiery rage.
“You don’t know me well enough, Katara,” Zak replied, “You don’t even know my real name. You react too quickly to things, girl. Go mull it over, and maybe after you do, I’ll fix your jaw.”
Katara began shouting things at Zak, but because of the pain in her jaw, and the blood coming out of her mouth, it was hard to tell what exactly they were, and so Zak just chuckled. She knew it was just one of Katara’s mood swings, and she couldn’t do anything about them, and so she let Katara try to learn to control her emotions.
Using a simple waterbending move that encased Katara’s [rather exposed] body in ice, Zak rendered Katara immobile. Only her head and her fingertips were sticking out of the ice, and she was fuming furiously, trying to claw and bite herself out of the ice.
“Ghee Bach Hear,” Katara shouted, her jaw still dislocated, and to her slight surprise, Zak did. Katara thought she was going to let her out, but she was wrong. All Zak did was push Katara’s jaw back into place and use a healing technique on it, and the she walked off.
“When you simmer down I’ll let you out,” she said, and she started heading back to the house. It was a good ways away, and Zak could not see Katara from the house, and Katara couldn’t really see the house from where she was frozen. She was screaming and yelling and spewing fire from her mouth up into the air, for even her head movement was limited. She screamed and yelled manically, but to no avail.
Zak came out several more times, but in Katara’s anger, she did not want Zak doming near her.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked curiously, “I mean: you’re wearing a top that reveals your midriff underneath that ice block for crying out loud”
“I’m not,” Katara snapped, “I’m never cold.”
Incidentally, this was the truth. Zak had expected at least her teeth to be clattering, but she seemed unfazed by the ice. Apparently the heat from her bending energy did an amazing job at keeping her warm, or, in most cases, very, very hot.
“Do you want me to let you out now?” she asked; “because I’m going to be gone until the evening if I don’t.” However, Katara was still angry at Zak, for she was angry at everything.
“Leave me,” Katara replied, “I don’t want anyone like you close to me.”
“Suit yourself,” Zak remarked, “I’ll be glad to let you out and just drop the whole thing. Remember Katara, I’m your friend, not your enemy.”
Katara always abandoned reason when she was angry though, and therefore this was no exception. As a direct result, Zak left her there, and would free her later that evening.
While she and Rafai were out exploring the town though, Katara received an unexpected guest. It was a boy, obviously in his mid-teen years. Katara didn’t trust him, because by default, she trusted no one. However, his words were smooth.
“What happened to you,” he asked, gently,
“I got mad, and someone froze me,” Katara replied bluntly, not wanting to get into the details, “and I hate my life, and I don’t care if I get out of here or not.”
“Well,” the boy replied, “I’m a waterbender, and so breaking you out of the ice only take a few hits here, and here.”
The boy jabbed at several points in the ice, and it shattered. If Katara had been happier, she would have thanked him, but apparently the boy did not get offended at her lack of thanks.
“The name’s Auka,” the boy remarked, “Auka Koji. What’s yours?”
“Katara,” Katara replied bluntly, as she didn’t ever disguise her name. Her name was one of her favorite features, which might have explained why the young woman hated nicknames. “Katara Altina II.”
“The Chi-Dominant Bender,” Auka exclaimed; as Katara looked at him, he looked to be about 16.
“Aye,” Katara replied, “the “freak” bender, or whatever those damn people choose to call me these days.”
“You’re too cute to be a freak,” Auka remarked, “and I don’t even know you. You just have control problems with your emotions.”
“How long were you watching me,” Katara exclaimed,
“I’ve been in the shadows for several hours now,” Auka replied, “I was curious to see if the rumors I had heard about a Chi-Dominant Bender were true. Why haven’t people come for you yet?”
“What do you mean,” Katara asked curiously,
“The Order of the Avatar Slayer is looking for you, Katara,” Auka warned, “They want you for the war. They know you’re here.”
“How would they know that,” Katara asked,
“The fire,” Auka replied, “anyone knows who that is, as you’re one of the only people capable of using that much bending energy at one time.”
“Damn it,” Katara swore, and Auka slipped behind her.
“What are you doing,” she asked suspiciously,
“nothing yet,” he replied truthfully, stepping up behind Katara, placing his arms around her, his hands landing on her soft, exposed stomach, “but I’m about to turn you in.”
Katara barely had enough time to react, but by the time she did, Auka had snapped his fingers, an apparently an accomplice was awaiting this, for Katara suddenly heard (and felt the effects of) a loud “thud”, before everything went black.
Katara woke up in an underground chamber of sorts, chained to a table-like platform. She was in a spread-eagled position, leaving her very vulnerable, and her clothing, which revealed much of her midriff, didn’t make her feel too much more comfortable. She was relieved that no one had stripped her during her unconsciousness.
Katara wasn’t furious at the world now, she was furious at Auka, and at The Order of the Avatar Slayer. The rumors that Zak had heard about them recruiting teenagers really were true. She initially felt sorry for Auka for being seduced, but this wouldn’t last long.
“So this is what you wanted from me,” Katara snapped, seeing Auka’s form enters the room; she jerked at her bonds, but couldn’t break them. They limited movement, and even Katara needed to move to firebend [except from her mouth, but that would only go up]
“No,” Auka replied, “no, what I wanted was to do this,”
He bent over and began massaging Katara’s stomach. What Katara didn’t know was that he had some sort of substance on his hands that made things seem less clear and dreamier. He wasn’t likely going to strip her (though he might have thought it), but he was deeply massaging her stomach, and he did want something else out of her before The Order’s minions got her.
“What are you doing,” Katara snapped, feeling the moist substance being smeared all over her midriff. Despite this, it actually felt pretty good. The only thing that annoyed Katara was that the hands there belonged to a stranger. Whatever he was doing though was relaxing her stomach muscles very well.
“Getting a little bit of cash for turning a cute girl in,” Auka replied, “but not before I have a little fun with her.”
Katara looked furious. This wasn’t The Order’s base by any means, but Katara knew that it couldn’t be good. She tensed up, and would make sure she did everything in her limited power to ensure that her clothing stayed on. However, Auka did not seem interested in removing her clothing at the moment. Right now, he was leaning over her face, his hands still relaxing her stomach.
Katara glared at him,
“Don’t you dare...” she snapped, seeing what was coming.
“Oh, I dare,” Auka laughed, “and if you like it as much as you liked my stomach massage, you’ll like this.”
Before Katara could respond, Auka had attached his lips to Katara, and made out in a very passionate manner. There was little actual ‘intimacy’ (Katara had a lot to do with that fact) because they weren’t in love, but either way, apparently the boy had had some skill, for he seemed to be leading Katara pleasantly along.
Nevertheless, she was making noises that clearly indicated that she didn’t like it and wanted him to pull back and disconnect their mouths. However, with her mouth occupied (even if it was against her will), she couldn’t say anything. Her grunting noises continued, but this only made Auka prolong it. In fact, he climbed on top of her for the full effect. Poor Katara, rendered helpless in the position she was in, had no choice but to continue “making out” with him. He however, clearly loved it, and didn’t have a regard for Katara’s dislike of it. In fact, the more she tried to end it, the more “into” it he got.
She was acquiring his taste in her mouth, and she was clearly getting angrier by the second. Auka actually let out a few muffled chuckles as he noticed her getting angrier and angrier; because he knew she was helpless to stop him. After about 20 minutes, he finally pulled back.
“Don’t worry,” he laughed, seeing how furious she was, “I’m not going to give you up to The Order. You’re too cute for that.”
“Don’t you touch my mouth EVER AG—” Katara started, but Auka cut her off again, attaching his mouth to hers, despite her failed attempts to break her bonds, push him off of her, or get his mouth to detach from hers and stop his tongue from getting to know her tonsils better. She wasn’t sure how long he planned to keep her here, but she was clearly aware that she was going to be miserable as long as she was here.
~Katara~
other than that, yeh, it's kinda meh, but oh wellz.
CHAPTER 13
After a little initial concern, Katara was eventually able to ‘settle’ in the Fire Nation, living an almost normal life. She did have to be watched over by either Zak or Rafai, and of course, her power didn’t stop. The fact that Zak was the avatar though meant that she was also a firebending master; and that served to Katara’s advantage. Zak was an effective teacher, despite seeming like the laid-back type. Moreover, she did not put up with Katara’s anger, and this helped in the long run.
Zak’s teaching though, was very unique. Zak did not just focus her on learning the techniques of firebending, but she also used waterbending, earthbending and airbending moves to teach her. Granted, Katara was only a firebender, not the avatar, and so she could not bend water, earth, or air, but various moves taught Katara how to use her chi energy to her advantage.
Granted, it was not something that a 14-year-old girl could learn overnight, but it helped in various ways as she progressed. Apart from training, [and the necessities of life] Katara spent her time drawing. The longer she spent in the Fire Nation, the more she became comfortable with it, and there were a few months spent there in peace. Her confidence went up enough to the point where she’d sometimes be seen wearing her old things instead of the refugee outfit Zak had gotten her [although deep down, she actually had become secretly fond of it], and she was happy during this time.
Of course, her emotional swings didn’t just disappear, but that’s what Zak’s teaching was for. One time, she was in a particularly bad mood when Zak played a friendly joke one her that involved getting her wet. Katara overreacted this time, and so Zak stopped her from going nuts.
“I’m not in the mood,” Katara snapped. Zak didn’t ask why she was in a bad mood, but over the last few months, she had discovered Katara’s emotional patterns and did learn that they were not just random, though they were rather erratic.
“Don’t use that tone with me,” Zak snapped, her pride kicking in, “remember whose house you’re living in.”
“Leave me alone,” Katara snapped, “I have power to try and harness.”
“And that’s why I’m here,” Zak replied, “To help you learn to control it, damn it. If you’re attempting to challenge me, I suggest you listen to a little voice of reason before doing so.”
“Voice of reason,” Katara muttered darkly, “that was my brother.”
Zak paused, watching as Katara slowly turned around.
“I once had a brother,” Zak remarked, “His name was Yasuda. Be grateful that your brother loves you, because mine didn’t. None of my family did, and do you know why?”
“Why,” Katara snapped, “because you were an arrogant, annoying show-off who cared about no one else?”
This had set Zak off, as she was about to tell a sensitive story. She nailed Katara painfully in her lower jaw with an uppercut, dislocating the latter’s jaw. Blood started dripping out Katara’s mouth, and Katara flew into a fiery rage.
“You don’t know me well enough, Katara,” Zak replied, “You don’t even know my real name. You react too quickly to things, girl. Go mull it over, and maybe after you do, I’ll fix your jaw.”
Katara began shouting things at Zak, but because of the pain in her jaw, and the blood coming out of her mouth, it was hard to tell what exactly they were, and so Zak just chuckled. She knew it was just one of Katara’s mood swings, and she couldn’t do anything about them, and so she let Katara try to learn to control her emotions.
Using a simple waterbending move that encased Katara’s [rather exposed] body in ice, Zak rendered Katara immobile. Only her head and her fingertips were sticking out of the ice, and she was fuming furiously, trying to claw and bite herself out of the ice.
“Ghee Bach Hear,” Katara shouted, her jaw still dislocated, and to her slight surprise, Zak did. Katara thought she was going to let her out, but she was wrong. All Zak did was push Katara’s jaw back into place and use a healing technique on it, and the she walked off.
“When you simmer down I’ll let you out,” she said, and she started heading back to the house. It was a good ways away, and Zak could not see Katara from the house, and Katara couldn’t really see the house from where she was frozen. She was screaming and yelling and spewing fire from her mouth up into the air, for even her head movement was limited. She screamed and yelled manically, but to no avail.
Zak came out several more times, but in Katara’s anger, she did not want Zak doming near her.
“Aren’t you cold?” she asked curiously, “I mean: you’re wearing a top that reveals your midriff underneath that ice block for crying out loud”
“I’m not,” Katara snapped, “I’m never cold.”
Incidentally, this was the truth. Zak had expected at least her teeth to be clattering, but she seemed unfazed by the ice. Apparently the heat from her bending energy did an amazing job at keeping her warm, or, in most cases, very, very hot.
“Do you want me to let you out now?” she asked; “because I’m going to be gone until the evening if I don’t.” However, Katara was still angry at Zak, for she was angry at everything.
“Leave me,” Katara replied, “I don’t want anyone like you close to me.”
“Suit yourself,” Zak remarked, “I’ll be glad to let you out and just drop the whole thing. Remember Katara, I’m your friend, not your enemy.”
Katara always abandoned reason when she was angry though, and therefore this was no exception. As a direct result, Zak left her there, and would free her later that evening.
While she and Rafai were out exploring the town though, Katara received an unexpected guest. It was a boy, obviously in his mid-teen years. Katara didn’t trust him, because by default, she trusted no one. However, his words were smooth.
“What happened to you,” he asked, gently,
“I got mad, and someone froze me,” Katara replied bluntly, not wanting to get into the details, “and I hate my life, and I don’t care if I get out of here or not.”
“Well,” the boy replied, “I’m a waterbender, and so breaking you out of the ice only take a few hits here, and here.”
The boy jabbed at several points in the ice, and it shattered. If Katara had been happier, she would have thanked him, but apparently the boy did not get offended at her lack of thanks.
“The name’s Auka,” the boy remarked, “Auka Koji. What’s yours?”
“Katara,” Katara replied bluntly, as she didn’t ever disguise her name. Her name was one of her favorite features, which might have explained why the young woman hated nicknames. “Katara Altina II.”
“The Chi-Dominant Bender,” Auka exclaimed; as Katara looked at him, he looked to be about 16.
“Aye,” Katara replied, “the “freak” bender, or whatever those damn people choose to call me these days.”
“You’re too cute to be a freak,” Auka remarked, “and I don’t even know you. You just have control problems with your emotions.”
“How long were you watching me,” Katara exclaimed,
“I’ve been in the shadows for several hours now,” Auka replied, “I was curious to see if the rumors I had heard about a Chi-Dominant Bender were true. Why haven’t people come for you yet?”
“What do you mean,” Katara asked curiously,
“The Order of the Avatar Slayer is looking for you, Katara,” Auka warned, “They want you for the war. They know you’re here.”
“How would they know that,” Katara asked,
“The fire,” Auka replied, “anyone knows who that is, as you’re one of the only people capable of using that much bending energy at one time.”
“Damn it,” Katara swore, and Auka slipped behind her.
“What are you doing,” she asked suspiciously,
“nothing yet,” he replied truthfully, stepping up behind Katara, placing his arms around her, his hands landing on her soft, exposed stomach, “but I’m about to turn you in.”
Katara barely had enough time to react, but by the time she did, Auka had snapped his fingers, an apparently an accomplice was awaiting this, for Katara suddenly heard (and felt the effects of) a loud “thud”, before everything went black.
Katara woke up in an underground chamber of sorts, chained to a table-like platform. She was in a spread-eagled position, leaving her very vulnerable, and her clothing, which revealed much of her midriff, didn’t make her feel too much more comfortable. She was relieved that no one had stripped her during her unconsciousness.
Katara wasn’t furious at the world now, she was furious at Auka, and at The Order of the Avatar Slayer. The rumors that Zak had heard about them recruiting teenagers really were true. She initially felt sorry for Auka for being seduced, but this wouldn’t last long.
“So this is what you wanted from me,” Katara snapped, seeing Auka’s form enters the room; she jerked at her bonds, but couldn’t break them. They limited movement, and even Katara needed to move to firebend [except from her mouth, but that would only go up]
“No,” Auka replied, “no, what I wanted was to do this,”
He bent over and began massaging Katara’s stomach. What Katara didn’t know was that he had some sort of substance on his hands that made things seem less clear and dreamier. He wasn’t likely going to strip her (though he might have thought it), but he was deeply massaging her stomach, and he did want something else out of her before The Order’s minions got her.
“What are you doing,” Katara snapped, feeling the moist substance being smeared all over her midriff. Despite this, it actually felt pretty good. The only thing that annoyed Katara was that the hands there belonged to a stranger. Whatever he was doing though was relaxing her stomach muscles very well.
“Getting a little bit of cash for turning a cute girl in,” Auka replied, “but not before I have a little fun with her.”
Katara looked furious. This wasn’t The Order’s base by any means, but Katara knew that it couldn’t be good. She tensed up, and would make sure she did everything in her limited power to ensure that her clothing stayed on. However, Auka did not seem interested in removing her clothing at the moment. Right now, he was leaning over her face, his hands still relaxing her stomach.
Katara glared at him,
“Don’t you dare...” she snapped, seeing what was coming.
“Oh, I dare,” Auka laughed, “and if you like it as much as you liked my stomach massage, you’ll like this.”
Before Katara could respond, Auka had attached his lips to Katara, and made out in a very passionate manner. There was little actual ‘intimacy’ (Katara had a lot to do with that fact) because they weren’t in love, but either way, apparently the boy had had some skill, for he seemed to be leading Katara pleasantly along.
Nevertheless, she was making noises that clearly indicated that she didn’t like it and wanted him to pull back and disconnect their mouths. However, with her mouth occupied (even if it was against her will), she couldn’t say anything. Her grunting noises continued, but this only made Auka prolong it. In fact, he climbed on top of her for the full effect. Poor Katara, rendered helpless in the position she was in, had no choice but to continue “making out” with him. He however, clearly loved it, and didn’t have a regard for Katara’s dislike of it. In fact, the more she tried to end it, the more “into” it he got.
She was acquiring his taste in her mouth, and she was clearly getting angrier by the second. Auka actually let out a few muffled chuckles as he noticed her getting angrier and angrier; because he knew she was helpless to stop him. After about 20 minutes, he finally pulled back.
“Don’t worry,” he laughed, seeing how furious she was, “I’m not going to give you up to The Order. You’re too cute for that.”
“Don’t you touch my mouth EVER AG—” Katara started, but Auka cut her off again, attaching his mouth to hers, despite her failed attempts to break her bonds, push him off of her, or get his mouth to detach from hers and stop his tongue from getting to know her tonsils better. She wasn’t sure how long he planned to keep her here, but she was clearly aware that she was going to be miserable as long as she was here.
~Katara~