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28 December 2008 @ 09:56 pm
Even More Zutara Drabbles  
Title: Laconic IV
Pairing: Zuko x Katara
Fandom: Avatar the Last Airbender
Genre: General, Romance, Friendship
Rating: PG
Word Count: 865



Perhaps the world will end one day and they will perish along with it. And perhaps they will never grow old (together) know the taste of love (true and blushingly bright) or understand the subtle hints of life.

And perhaps they are doomed from the start.

But in their private wonderings they are forever safe and young (and there is no “perhaps”). They and everyone else remain as they are, never-ending and never-changing.

She moves closer to him. Her shoulders shake and stops herself from crying. From passing off as anything but immortally powerful and capable and determined.

She has been emptied. And from the depleted mess she calls emotions, Katara draws on borrowed life and blood. (The moon is garish and full tonight.)

Perhaps the world is too-too cruel, and they are pawns in its malice.

She twists her hands and bends the man’s bones.

“Where is my mother?” she demands.

And releases hold (the man) and watches him topple. Zuko grabs her arm for steadiness and brings her back to the present (for a moment, she is almost grateful for that).

And the man whimpers. They show no sympathy: there is no compassion left.


Time will heal everything.

That was a lie, a damned, detestable, disgusting lie. And Katara hated that phrase more than anything else. Time took her mother, time took her life and every small bit of happiness she ever felt.

Except for him.

He was the only one left. A tiny, lingering piece of friend—of joy—of something she clutched onto with white-taut knuckles.

And so, when he lectured her on the beauty of time and passage, she could’ve killed him there. Could’ve scarred him from the inside, boiling blood into blisters, make him feel.

“I really don’t think you should say that again.”

I really, really think you should apologize.

Zuko never did (saw no need, no fear).

He kicked his feet upon the table and waited for another retort. Another bantering, anything resounding from her—seethed and bathed in anger and resentment (that he understood perfectly). He wanted it too, revenge.

Only he never made it known, kept his fury quiet and lethally still.

Time doesn’t heal everything. He wanted to say, but remained silent (he was good at avoiding truths).


A stranger arrives before the new year’s morning. Dressed in red and gold, he comes like a sun (a blinding sun that scorches and scourges the world over). The stranger brings gifts like a disease, wipes the countryside clean and wholly good.

And declares himself as a victor and the Conquering Hero.

And a woman shields her children with her arms, invokes water-gods and goddesses and sweeps his armies from the fields.


A stranger turns impatient and commands a purging. The woman cries and kills him in his sleep.


A thousand years passes and the woman and the stranger meet again.

She calls herself Katara, and he is Zuko.

And when they first touch, there is the underlying belief of past lives and past deals. And there is vindication to be paid (the girl tosses her head proudly). The boy takes a gamble and reaches for her hand.


Another lifetime goes by unnoticed.


When they meet for the third time (millennia into the future) they resemble something weirder than bizarre, almost animalistic and wanting.

(They are always hungry.)

But now, she nods and accepts. Stranger than strange, fate is mocking.


On the journey between life and death, they encounter each other.

Her hair is spun in weaves and coiled into a single chignon, and he is withered, weary, and old as a dying bank.

She smiles at him with soft eyes and a sweet expression he can’t grasp.


Cautiously she lifts back her hood and steps gently into the rocking boat. He rows them both into the afterlife.

The water is soothing (she wonders if she could bend it back to life). She does not.


“We’ve met always in this place,” she comments as they float down west.

“Yeah. I guess we do.”

“Isn’t that interesting?”




At the final stop before they progress into death-life, she gives him a charm and begs him to keep it close (for protection and remembrance). He accepts it awkwardly and honestly replies that he has nothing in return.

She shakes her head, expected that, and dissolves into the mist.

And he vanishes too before setting foot off the boat.


The world between worlds is a place Katara never mentions (neither does Zuko). They have seen enough of it for eternity. It is a place no one willingly ventures.


You only need to have faith.

Katara can hear her mother’s words in her head, all the time (and everywhere she goes) and even though Mother is Dearest, she knows that she is sick (and so tired) of hearing it.

Faith, Mother, is an Illusion. Belief in what you do not See, Belief in what you cannot Prove.

Katara is Healer, Warrior, now Queen, now Mother, and still she cannot tell her daughter the same. The world’s occurrences, the events that follow another’s actions—there are a myriad of possibilities of actions behind every nuance, every shade. She herself can’t tell, Katara the Wise, Mother Katara. She never could.

So when the Fire Lord comes to her at night and tells her that he loves her, Katara smiles and kisses him back, but she doesn’t know how honest he is, or if he means it at all.

Zuko can’t understand why she cannot give him all of her, as he is ready to do for her, but then again, he believes that his love has already been proven.

Katara cannot taste, or hear, or touch love, and for all his warmth and passion, it will never be enough.


Sarahkatzpotter on December 29th, 2008 06:27 am (UTC)
Ohhh these are excellent!
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on December 29th, 2008 06:50 am (UTC)
Thank you. :)
~Amaterasu~: Max Payne-I Don't Believe In Heavenokami_no_yume on December 29th, 2008 08:42 am (UTC)
Oh, these are beautiful! I would say some of your finest work yet.

I think the last one had a bittersweet note to it.

Your writing is like nothing else I've ever seen. I like your unique perspective on Zutara. :)
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on December 29th, 2008 08:46 am (UTC)
Haha, thank you. :)

The last one really should be credited to yamikinoko.
Alice: tamakitenshiyaki on December 29th, 2008 09:16 am (UTC)
I've noticed this interesting thing that happens in your writing. You use very little dialogue but they never really end. They are answered, and even continued, with actions and thoughts rather than words. Very cool. :) You're very good at having conversations without iterating what they actually say, which is refreshing.

I loved these and am ready to draw some Zutara fanart. xD
Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on December 29th, 2008 09:22 am (UTC)
Oh now, you've caught on to my secret! :D

be_daffodils: kz get upbe_daffodils on December 29th, 2008 02:51 pm (UTC)
I'll be honest and say that I still now and then have difficulties grasping your drabbles and what they are implying (maybe it's the language or maybe it's your concept of looking at things that meddles with the way I expect things to be. ohh, that's a crappy explanation; doesn't really have half the meaning I wanted it to have -_-)
BUT I do like them (the drabbles, in general), especially the last one of those above - it has such a nice feel of... "wisdom" to it, some nostalgia even! (kinda reminds me of those old glorious the mists of avalon books, heh heh ^^) Oh, and Zuko-love. Yay!

Keep the good work coming, please! ^_^

But, really, your icon makes me start every time; feels like I'm looking at myself xD

Y U no auto-translate?: colors of aultlye_tea on December 29th, 2008 09:57 pm (UTC)
Haha. I'm just rambling out nonsense, really. :)
be_daffodils: sukka seaweededbe_daffodils on December 30th, 2008 12:38 pm (UTC)
. . . what a nice piece of nonsense then! ;D
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Y U no auto-translate?lye_tea on December 29th, 2008 10:16 pm (UTC)
That one was my favorite too. :) Glad you liked it.
❝ hey daydreamer: Love <3marbles_chan on December 30th, 2008 03:02 am (UTC)
Great work on these! Drabbles, when done right, are my favorite fics. You've definitely done right here; all so short and sweet but so packed with emotion.

I loved "Time", but the last one was really good as well. So powerful! *A*
treeflamingo: eva: death!reitreeflamingo on January 1st, 2009 01:54 pm (UTC)
As always, you elevate drabbling to a higher art form. I loved "Time." It is so violent, and pregnant. And I loved "Faith," because I find it enjoyable (and plausible) to consider that Katara is one of those cursed, blessed, wise people who don't know how to be happy, even when they are. You could write a novel out of "Strange," and there is a substantial portion of my reading mind that wishes me to urge you to do so. *winkwinknudgenduge*