Post by Teᴙa253 on Mar 10, 2009 20:28:33 GMT -7
stuff happens... Katara sees her daddy again...
among a few other things I've forgotten.
anyways, chapter 92 of TOAS. enjoy.
CHAPTER 92: FATHER AND DAUGHTER
Kai and Zuko had taken the shortcuts through the walls to reach the 19th floor before Zakura’s Elite were able to. It was here that the two of them, still cloaked, laid their eyes upon the Warrior of the Black Hand, idly sitting on her throne.
“I suppose you are here to challenge me,” she remarked, her voice showing no emotion,
“If that is what must be done for me to see your face,” Zuko replied, “for I believe that I already know your identity, girl; Do you know mine?”
“Your voice,” she muttered, “it has a familiar ring to it—like I’ve heard it before; long, long ago.”
Technically, this was father and daughter meeting. However, Zuko wanted her to prove that she was in fact Katara, instead of having to prove it himself. He wanted her to overcome that streak of pride.
“Perhaps you have,” Zuko replied, “do I sound like someone you know?”
“That is none of your business,” Katara replied from underneath her helmet, “my life does not need to be torn down any further than it already has been. Are you here to challenge me or not?”
“Is that the only thing you care about,” her father exclaimed, “for shame... your father would be so upset.”
Behind the cover that Katara’s helmet provided, her eyes were watering. Nevertheless, she kept her cool and made no indication that a teenage girl’s emotions were starting to creep in.
“What do you know of my father,” she snapped, “who do you think you are; show yourself!”
“Alas,” Zuko replied calmly, “but that would be hypocritical, would it not? Show me your face, Katara Altina II, and I shall show you mine.”
Katara paused. “How did you know my name,” she exclaimed, “who are you? WHO ARE YOU!?!”
Zuko chuckled. “You would never believe me if I told you,” he said, laughing, “and so I suppose the only way for you to find out is to defeat me in your style of a fight, just like you’ve been asking. That would be what your father would do.”
“DON’T,” Katara snapped forcefully, though she hadn’t ‘lost it’ yet, “talk to me about my father!”
Zuko laughed, as memories of him and his little girl returned to him. He smiled underneath his hood, but was not about to give in to the demands of her daughter, and therefore refused to show his face until she showed him hers.
“Then let us fight,” Zuko replied, “and perhaps avenge your dead father in such a fight. After all, as I once said to a daughter of mine—“there is no losing. Defeat only means that you were bested by someone of greater skill than you.”
He was determined to make her crack. However, Katara Altina II was just as stubborn as her father.
“So I suppose that you are coming here to avenge the death of this daughter, perhaps?” she asked; she had no idea that this was her father, for she had always assumed that he was dead. Sokka and Katara I were the same way, so Katara II’s thoughts were not unique.
“Not at all,” Zuko replied calmly, “I just want to see how well my daughter has learned to control her abilities; the same abilities that she never should have had to bear.”
If Katara had thought at all that her father was still alive, this would have done it. However, Zuko was taking advantage of the fact that she did not, and was trying to provoke her into fighting him. Even after nearly 11 years of being apart, he still could logically guess many of Katara’s fighting styles, since their roots were in the ones he had created. Of course, Zuko’s statement had done it.
“How dare you impersonate him,” Katara yelled angrily, “you are just another advocate of the war. Say goodbye to your friend, for you may never see her again.”
“So be it,” Zuko chuckled, taking a stance identical to Katara’s—or rather, Katara took a stance identical to her father’s, or it had been him that had taught her the basics. It had to be done at that young of an age, because by the age of 2, Katara could already unleash large amounts of firebending energy. It was Zuko’s persistence and determination not to let it kill his daughter that kept little Katara alive.
It was perhaps the most ‘energetic’ firebending duel of all time. Zuko may not have been as powerful as Katara with raw energy, but he still had a considerable amount himself, and unlike his daughter, he had perfect control—this had been why he was an excellent teacher for her.
Katara was fiercely blasting huge wave of fire at her opponent [Kai had long since moved out of the way], but Zuko was able to block, avoid or deflect every single move.
“There is still plenty for you to learn, Katara,” he said, bombarding her with several small, rapid fireballs in succession, “a 4-year-old could not possibly learn them all in that short of a time.”
“YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER,” Katara roared fiercely, and the more Zuko provoked her, the less control she had over her powers because of the energy she was focusing into her emotions. This was his intent. He did not want to kill her, but he did want to nearly incapacitate her to prove his point. Katara always fought with honor and accepted defeat with grace, just like Zuko had taught her to.
Walls of flame and bolts of lightning exchanged places, but Katara was still the only one taking hits. Zuko linked many of his powerful moves into each other, slowly blasting Katara around. Her armor was becoming more and more battered, and Zuko’s intent was to keep her ‘helpless’ until he was able to knock it off.
It was when Katara launched 3 faulty attacks that backfired on her that Zuko was able to come in and keep her cornered. He linked his moves together quickly enough that Katara was not able to escape the blaze of Zuko’s powerful attacks, and her armor was not immune either.
Eventually, pieces of it began falling off, but Katara was still unable to fight back, for she was trapped in Zuko’s combination of elaborate and powerful moves. Once it was all off of her, the body of the Warrior of the Black Hand landed facedown and motionless on the ground, in the form of a 15-year-old girl, still in the same dress that she had worn when she was part of Tenoko’s crew. She was barely conscious.
Zuko stepped up to her and kneeled down, still not removing his hood.
“You fought honorably,” he said, running his fingers through her hair, “but you still have much to learn in the ways of perfect control.”
“Alas,” Katara remarked weakly, “you are a fighter of greater skill than I am. I was seeking my greatest opponent here so I could know that my last battle was the one of my life. I will die in peace now.”
“No,” Zuko replied, lifting Katara’s limp form into a sitting position, and turned her head so she could see into his eyes. He removed his hood and looked back into her weak eyes—Katara was barely conscious.
“Now do you see who I am,” he asked, and Katara smiled weakly.
“That’s impossible,” she exclaimed, “You... you were dead.”
“No,” Zuko replied, “but I was ripped from you, just like we both said. I was imprisoned for nearly 11 years.”
“Why didn’t you break out,” Katara asked, still breathing heavily, “Do you know what I’ve been through in your absence?”
“No,” Zuko replied, “no I do not. There is a good chance too that whatever has happened will make me angry, and I don’t want that right now. I want you to talk to me.”
Katara’s eyes were watering. “Where have you been?” she asked again,
“I did whatever it took to make sure that they did not kill me,” Zuko replied, “because I was determined to make sure I saw you one last time before you died—or even better, to make sure you didn’t die.”
“I’m sorry daddy,” Katara replied weakly, “it was why I faltered so much in the duel—I am not strong enough to overcome this power. My body is going to be consumed in the blaze.”
“No,” Zuko replied, “no it isn’t. I did not spend 11 years of my life away from you just to lose you the moment we reunite. Hang in there, Katara. Channel your energy; clear your mind—relax. You’re not going to die.”
“What is today,” Katara asked, and Zuko gave her the date.
“You know it just as well as I do,” he replied, “this is the day 16 years ago when my little baby was born. She’s not dying this early in her life.”
“Then what am I supposed to do,” Katara asked, “that comet’s powers are already working on me; I’ve been feeling them for the last few days, and it’s really bad. It hurts, daddy; my whole body hurts.”
“Katara,” he said, “you just got finished being blasted around by powerful attacks. You’re going to get hurt a little. I don’t care what you say though—you are NOT going to die.”
“I’m... sorry... daddy...” Katara said slowly, and her eyes closed, and her head went limp. Even Zuko could feel energy surging through his body.
This was enough to make a grown man like Zuko break down sobbing, still clutching Katara’s limp form. It tore him apart to see his baby girl like this, and even their short reunion was not enough to stop his anguish. This was possible only because of the impossibly strong bond between Father and Daughter.
~Azula~
among a few other things I've forgotten.
anyways, chapter 92 of TOAS. enjoy.
CHAPTER 92: FATHER AND DAUGHTER
Kai and Zuko had taken the shortcuts through the walls to reach the 19th floor before Zakura’s Elite were able to. It was here that the two of them, still cloaked, laid their eyes upon the Warrior of the Black Hand, idly sitting on her throne.
“I suppose you are here to challenge me,” she remarked, her voice showing no emotion,
“If that is what must be done for me to see your face,” Zuko replied, “for I believe that I already know your identity, girl; Do you know mine?”
“Your voice,” she muttered, “it has a familiar ring to it—like I’ve heard it before; long, long ago.”
Technically, this was father and daughter meeting. However, Zuko wanted her to prove that she was in fact Katara, instead of having to prove it himself. He wanted her to overcome that streak of pride.
“Perhaps you have,” Zuko replied, “do I sound like someone you know?”
“That is none of your business,” Katara replied from underneath her helmet, “my life does not need to be torn down any further than it already has been. Are you here to challenge me or not?”
“Is that the only thing you care about,” her father exclaimed, “for shame... your father would be so upset.”
Behind the cover that Katara’s helmet provided, her eyes were watering. Nevertheless, she kept her cool and made no indication that a teenage girl’s emotions were starting to creep in.
“What do you know of my father,” she snapped, “who do you think you are; show yourself!”
“Alas,” Zuko replied calmly, “but that would be hypocritical, would it not? Show me your face, Katara Altina II, and I shall show you mine.”
Katara paused. “How did you know my name,” she exclaimed, “who are you? WHO ARE YOU!?!”
Zuko chuckled. “You would never believe me if I told you,” he said, laughing, “and so I suppose the only way for you to find out is to defeat me in your style of a fight, just like you’ve been asking. That would be what your father would do.”
“DON’T,” Katara snapped forcefully, though she hadn’t ‘lost it’ yet, “talk to me about my father!”
Zuko laughed, as memories of him and his little girl returned to him. He smiled underneath his hood, but was not about to give in to the demands of her daughter, and therefore refused to show his face until she showed him hers.
“Then let us fight,” Zuko replied, “and perhaps avenge your dead father in such a fight. After all, as I once said to a daughter of mine—“there is no losing. Defeat only means that you were bested by someone of greater skill than you.”
He was determined to make her crack. However, Katara Altina II was just as stubborn as her father.
“So I suppose that you are coming here to avenge the death of this daughter, perhaps?” she asked; she had no idea that this was her father, for she had always assumed that he was dead. Sokka and Katara I were the same way, so Katara II’s thoughts were not unique.
“Not at all,” Zuko replied calmly, “I just want to see how well my daughter has learned to control her abilities; the same abilities that she never should have had to bear.”
If Katara had thought at all that her father was still alive, this would have done it. However, Zuko was taking advantage of the fact that she did not, and was trying to provoke her into fighting him. Even after nearly 11 years of being apart, he still could logically guess many of Katara’s fighting styles, since their roots were in the ones he had created. Of course, Zuko’s statement had done it.
“How dare you impersonate him,” Katara yelled angrily, “you are just another advocate of the war. Say goodbye to your friend, for you may never see her again.”
“So be it,” Zuko chuckled, taking a stance identical to Katara’s—or rather, Katara took a stance identical to her father’s, or it had been him that had taught her the basics. It had to be done at that young of an age, because by the age of 2, Katara could already unleash large amounts of firebending energy. It was Zuko’s persistence and determination not to let it kill his daughter that kept little Katara alive.
It was perhaps the most ‘energetic’ firebending duel of all time. Zuko may not have been as powerful as Katara with raw energy, but he still had a considerable amount himself, and unlike his daughter, he had perfect control—this had been why he was an excellent teacher for her.
Katara was fiercely blasting huge wave of fire at her opponent [Kai had long since moved out of the way], but Zuko was able to block, avoid or deflect every single move.
“There is still plenty for you to learn, Katara,” he said, bombarding her with several small, rapid fireballs in succession, “a 4-year-old could not possibly learn them all in that short of a time.”
“YOU ARE NOT MY FATHER,” Katara roared fiercely, and the more Zuko provoked her, the less control she had over her powers because of the energy she was focusing into her emotions. This was his intent. He did not want to kill her, but he did want to nearly incapacitate her to prove his point. Katara always fought with honor and accepted defeat with grace, just like Zuko had taught her to.
Walls of flame and bolts of lightning exchanged places, but Katara was still the only one taking hits. Zuko linked many of his powerful moves into each other, slowly blasting Katara around. Her armor was becoming more and more battered, and Zuko’s intent was to keep her ‘helpless’ until he was able to knock it off.
It was when Katara launched 3 faulty attacks that backfired on her that Zuko was able to come in and keep her cornered. He linked his moves together quickly enough that Katara was not able to escape the blaze of Zuko’s powerful attacks, and her armor was not immune either.
Eventually, pieces of it began falling off, but Katara was still unable to fight back, for she was trapped in Zuko’s combination of elaborate and powerful moves. Once it was all off of her, the body of the Warrior of the Black Hand landed facedown and motionless on the ground, in the form of a 15-year-old girl, still in the same dress that she had worn when she was part of Tenoko’s crew. She was barely conscious.
Zuko stepped up to her and kneeled down, still not removing his hood.
“You fought honorably,” he said, running his fingers through her hair, “but you still have much to learn in the ways of perfect control.”
“Alas,” Katara remarked weakly, “you are a fighter of greater skill than I am. I was seeking my greatest opponent here so I could know that my last battle was the one of my life. I will die in peace now.”
“No,” Zuko replied, lifting Katara’s limp form into a sitting position, and turned her head so she could see into his eyes. He removed his hood and looked back into her weak eyes—Katara was barely conscious.
“Now do you see who I am,” he asked, and Katara smiled weakly.
“That’s impossible,” she exclaimed, “You... you were dead.”
“No,” Zuko replied, “but I was ripped from you, just like we both said. I was imprisoned for nearly 11 years.”
“Why didn’t you break out,” Katara asked, still breathing heavily, “Do you know what I’ve been through in your absence?”
“No,” Zuko replied, “no I do not. There is a good chance too that whatever has happened will make me angry, and I don’t want that right now. I want you to talk to me.”
Katara’s eyes were watering. “Where have you been?” she asked again,
“I did whatever it took to make sure that they did not kill me,” Zuko replied, “because I was determined to make sure I saw you one last time before you died—or even better, to make sure you didn’t die.”
“I’m sorry daddy,” Katara replied weakly, “it was why I faltered so much in the duel—I am not strong enough to overcome this power. My body is going to be consumed in the blaze.”
“No,” Zuko replied, “no it isn’t. I did not spend 11 years of my life away from you just to lose you the moment we reunite. Hang in there, Katara. Channel your energy; clear your mind—relax. You’re not going to die.”
“What is today,” Katara asked, and Zuko gave her the date.
“You know it just as well as I do,” he replied, “this is the day 16 years ago when my little baby was born. She’s not dying this early in her life.”
“Then what am I supposed to do,” Katara asked, “that comet’s powers are already working on me; I’ve been feeling them for the last few days, and it’s really bad. It hurts, daddy; my whole body hurts.”
“Katara,” he said, “you just got finished being blasted around by powerful attacks. You’re going to get hurt a little. I don’t care what you say though—you are NOT going to die.”
“I’m... sorry... daddy...” Katara said slowly, and her eyes closed, and her head went limp. Even Zuko could feel energy surging through his body.
This was enough to make a grown man like Zuko break down sobbing, still clutching Katara’s limp form. It tore him apart to see his baby girl like this, and even their short reunion was not enough to stop his anguish. This was possible only because of the impossibly strong bond between Father and Daughter.
~Azula~
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