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thesoftduckling · 2 years

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I know Katara, I know

Relationship: Sokka & Katara

Summary: the problem is people don't know how much he loves her

Warning: incest, sibling incest, INCEST

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"Katara!" He found her in a factory. ‎

‎The Aquarians in blue and white costumes stood with her back to him behind the second-floor barrier. ‎

‎His tone relaxed, "You're here, I thought..."‎

‎ Sokka just breathed a sigh of relief, and his calm heart rate began to rise again, and he called his sister's name, "Katara? ‎”

‎He climbed up the stairs, his fingers sweeping over the cold factory handrail.

‎"Aang said I could find you nearby. Speaking of which, why would you want to come here? I don't remember you having a habit of visiting factories.”

As‎ he said that Sokka had also come to the platform where Katara stood, she continued to stand motionless facing the exposed window ledge. ‎

‎Sokka spoke up again, "Katara? "‎

“Aang told you I'd be here?" ‎

‎"Of course, not your husband and who else would know where you are?" He felt a little baffled. ‎

‎Approaching her further, Sokka walked toward the plane where Katara was standing. ‎

‎"You've missed most of the party fun, and Toph has already hoisted up a few of the guards in our venue..." He stopped, noticing that she wasn't in a good mood. ‎

‎"Want to tell me why you sneaked out of us?" Well? He came to her and placed his hand on the railing a foot away from her. ‎

‎"Are you having fun with everyone?"

‎"Of course, if it weren't for the cold dish mistakenly turned into a hot dish, guess we would still be able to see a few rows of full wine glasses now?" He‎‎ leaned down, his arm pressed against the long railing. ‎

‎"You had a fight with Aang? I don't think you guys looked at each other much just now. "‎

‎"Not a quarrel. "She began to stroke her stomach with her hands, and for a moment Sokka thought she was cold.

‎"You should wear more, the Republic city, although much more advanced than other places, still has its drawbacks." ‎

‎Sokka reached over her shoulder and touched her left body with his palm. ‎

‎"I'm not cold, Sokka. "‎

‎"Yes. " He let go of the hand that warmed her. ‎

‎"You‎ can tell me, even if I'm going to beat up your husband, who is proficient in the Foursquare bending Arts." He said jokingly. ‎

‎"Did they catch the robber who was running down the street?" ‎

‎He looked ahead, the empty factory ceiling with several beams broken to only a quarter, "As far as I know, he and his accomplices are already eating lunch in prison. Why do you suddenly ask this? " ‎

‎He looked at her while Katara's hand was still on her belly, "I was just thinking... It's going to stay like this all the time isn't it? The world, no matter how we try to change, after a few years and a decade or so will still become the same... Worst. ‎"

‎Sokka maintained his indifferent countenance, dismissive of things in the Republic city, "Where there is light, there will be darkness, and it will be the same everywhere. You can't deny that. When did you become so sentimental? I thought you didn't care about Republic..."‎

‎Sokka kept his mouth shut as she held her stomach and slowly turned to him. ‎

‎"Are you..." Something was bouncing wildly in his chest, and Aang didn't tell him they were waiting for their second child to be born. ‎

‎His sister, who was already some else’s wife, looked at him, and there were calm waves in her crystal blue eyes. Before she could speak, Sokka knew it wasn't a question he would like, "Lately I've been thinking about it, if that time..."‎

‎She paused, as if afraid that the next words would hurt him. ‎

‎Katara looked down at her flat belly, her hand pressed against the blue Aqua costume, and finally she said, "If the Southern Raiders find me then..."‎

‎"Don't say that, Katara—" He reacted immediately. ‎

‎"If then they found me and I died. Will I not feel anything at this time? "‎

‎"Don't say that, don’t you dare say that..."‎

‎"Sokka, I'm serious. If then they found me and not Mommy..." She pressed her hand to the back of his hand, and Sokka's first reaction was to want to get away from her warm hand, "Do you think your life will be better now?" ‎

‎He stood there thinking nothing, his mind buzzing, and for a moment it wasall what Katara had just said. ‎

‎With his eyes closed and open, Sokka had a hard time keeping his eyelids awake. He shrugged off that uncomfortable feeling and took her hand hard to bring her closer, "..."‎

‎Just a second after reverie of the picture of her disappearing from his life, he began to have difficulty breathing. The precious air that was moving every minute and every second in his organs and lungs crawled into his internal organs like the claws of the devil. ‎

‎"Katara, how can you say that?" He grabbed her arm and held it upwards so that it maintained an upward posture in the air. ‎

‎"Mom... Mom," he inhaled, feeling that the original peaceful state of mind had all collapsed, "Mom gave her own life to protect you, how can you say that?" ‎

‎"I know, I'm just thinking a lot of things would change if there were no me in the world. Mom will live too. Your life will too—" She sounded so calm, not at all commensurate with him, the man whose heart was doing the fast workout. ‎

‎Feeling speechless, Sokka took her hand again, her warm hand that had just touched her belly. ‎

‎"I won't forgive you for saying what you just said for staying a second longer in your mind. Katara, you are my sister, my annoying, domineering, and sometimes unreasonable sister of my beloved. ‎"

‎Her eyes of the same color as his flashed blue in the darkness, and Sokka could feel his every violent pulse. ‎

‎"I can't even think of a reason why you would say that, so why would you think that? Without you, I..."‎

‎His insistence that his obsession with protecting the Antarctic aquarium tribes would come to naught. Even if his father gave him his boomerang and asked him to protect the entire tribe, he would... ‎

‎"Without you, do you think I would be where I am now?"

‎He caressed her face with his hand, his fingertips touching her long dark brown eyelashes. ‎

‎"All my immaturity began—in your words, all to protect you—and My father gave me my boomerang, and we flew away from Antarctica to travel aroundthe world. When I was sixteen years old, I did something that adults couldn't afford, and by the way, saved the world... Although that's our ultimate goal. "

He‎ felt something in his throat, something hard for him to say. Katara's scalding tears burned his knuckles, and Sokka trembled at what had fallen out of her eyelashes, "It's all about protecting you..."‎

‎He bent down to make sure he could take her entire face under his eyes. ‎

‎"Protect our clan. Otherwise—" he muttered, changing a statement that would not bring him to tears at once," ... Otherwise I would have taken my father's boat and left you, leaving you as the boss of the Southern Aquarians. Take care of children who still need to be trained to go to the toilet and women who can't catch fish. " ‎

‎She hammered him in the face, and Sokka howled in response. ‎

‎"Are you talking about gran gran too?" "‎

‎"I didn't say that—" He squeezed her hand and looked at her drooping eyes, "you know, for a pregnant woman, your fist is still not weakened in the slightest. "‎

‎"Sokka—"‎

‎ "Just kidding, I'm joking. ‎"

‎He looked into her eyes and uttered something that would be extremely awkward to hear, "I mean, if I didn't have you, I would be useless."

"‎Sokka..." She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, blaming him for being too sensational. ‎

‎He watched her smile again, and he smiled too, "Are you in a better mood?"

"‎I think so. "‎

‎Then that's fine. He took her into his arms and stroked her hair. ‎

‎"Have you decided what this child is going to be called?" ‎

‎Katara leaned into his arms, and a muffled voice came, "Not yet discussed, but I wish it was a girl."

"‎Why? Bumi didn't live up to your expectations? "‎

‎"Be careful what you do as an uncle. "She pinched the water ornament knot that had placed him on the hem of his robe, causing him to bow his head straight down. ‎

"Be careful with my clothes—"‎

‎ "I just want a less affable child, running around with twelve thousand points of energy. "‎

‎"You mean a stubborn, disobedient girl like you, who doesn't plant her head and doesn't look back?" "‎

‎"Huh. " She laughed. Sokka thought she would reward him with another punch. "Yeah, can't a kid like me?" ‎

‎"All right, then it will depend on your stomach to give it no strength."

‎"Sokka—"‎

‎"I mean it, if you want a girl, you can have a girl! What advice do I have to give?! "‎

‎"Don't you want a girl who reminds you of our mother? Or is it Gran gran? I don't know, something like that. "‎

‎"I do want it, Katara. I do want a girl like that. ‎"

‎He could still think of his mother's silky hair and his grandmother's warm palms. Most importantly, she would remind him of her. ‎

‎But he wouldn't tell her now, at least not now. ‎

‎"I want a little girl running all over the ground, dressed in Aqua clothes with brown hair and blue eyes from our Antarctic tribe. I want that to become a reality. "‎

‎"Oh, you just talk about it. "‎

‎"No. "‎

‎He wants that to happen, more than anything else in the world.

‎Sokka hugged her tightly until the setting sun faded. ‎

‎A pair of son and daughters of the Antarctic chief were always with each other, and so were his occasions. ‎

‎As a sister, she in turn comforted him. ‎

‎"How about you and Suki?"

He‎ leaned against the wall of the restaurant's back alley, his hands around his arms. ‎

‎"Oh, you know, some of the usual ways we're just..."‎

‎‎"So not great? ‎" She leaned over and stood under the same roof as him. ‎

‎"Yeah, not great."

A silence shuttled between the two, and the hotel waiter came out to take out the garbage and closed the door of the back kitchen. ‎

‎"You know I actually guessed it, when you show up alone at the door of the restaurant. "‎

‎"You think so, ha. "

She‎ followed him as she stood at the base of the wall, her hands on the wall behind her waist. ‎

‎"You know you don't have to need anyone to prove your worth. "

" A‎ married woman who had just had a third child said That—"‎

‎ "It's not comforting, I just want you to feel better." She said slightly urgently.

‎"I know, Katara. I know. "He was still holding his arm and wasn't going to put it down. ‎

‎"What do you think of the young girl with the glasses in the post office?" "‎

‎"I don't want to see someone right now, Katara. "‎

‎"I understand. It's just that every time you show up in front of her, she can't stop giggling. "‎

‎"How do you know, you spend a lot of time living in the Antarctic tribes, and now that you've just given birth to Tenzin, I think you'll spend more time there..."‎

‎ "Hey, I can be a strong independent mother and I can travel the world at the same time, and I proved it when I was fifteen with you. Twenty years ago—"‎

‎ Sokka stopped her before she could stretch out her finger to prove herself. ‎

‎"I know, I know Katara. You don't need to throw those facts in my face. I've traveled the world with you. " He said, in a rather nostalgic tone. ‎

‎"I'm just saying you can find someone else at a certain time... When things go well. Who knows, maybe you and Suki still have a chance? "

Listening‎ to his sister explain to him, Sokka opened his dry lips. ‎

‎"I see what you mean by Katara, though I don't think Suki and I will see each other again for a long time. "

She frowned, "‎‎What do you mean?"

"‎Nothing. " He drove his body forward, leaving the concrete wall he had been leaning against for a long time. ‎

‎"Let's go before they finish eating everything."

"‎Obviously, you came out of the private room of the dinner first." Faced with‎

‎ Katara's accusations, Sokka grabbed her by the shoulders and led her to the back door of the restaurant. ‎

‎"Yeah yeah yeah, my care-too-much and always taking-care-of-me sister. Let's get inside. I want to see my nephews and the newborn baby. "‎

‎"You can't escape that with attitude all the time, Sokka..." She was still glaring at him with Plain's eyes. ‎

‎"I know. I know, Katara. "

At‎ the age of thirty, his seeing grew up sister already had three children, along with the miraculous avatar who had the mission of the world. ‎

‎Looking at his nephews with their parents, he couldn't say he was jealous. ...... But still, Sokka stood out of the picture watching his sister and husband and their children, and he always felt that he was missing something. ‎

‎Is he missing his other half, or is he missing offspring that he might have had at his age? ‎

‎He can’t actually tell. ‎

‎When he looks up at the sunny day, he thinks of Yue. Even in broad daylight he would think of his first lover, a pure white northerner as bright as the moon. ‎

‎"If you were here, what would you say?" Sokka‎ didn't know, he just put his hand on the railing behind him and sighed darkly. ‎

‎It's time to deal with the next matter of Republic City, the endless ones that will never end... You know, Katara was right. No matter how much they change and try to get things right, someone will still jump out and disrupt the order. ‎

‎Ha. His sister had always been right. ‎

‎"Sokka, meet your little nephew."

The‎ first time he held Bumi in his arms, he had a strange sense of immediacy. It was as if holding a newborn baby was something he had done before. ‎

‎"What's wrong? Are you so surprised that you can't speak? " Katara, who had just given birth, teased him, even though her face had red marks after the pain, and her limbs were covered with solidified sweat. ‎

‎"No. "He denied it, and moved his arm holding Bumi, and for a moment he thought his arm would be as weak as a noodle. But that didn't happen, he was still holding the baby firmly in front of the delivery bed, "I just..."‎

‎He wanted to look up at her, but only stared at the boy who was sleeping in his arms, like he was snoozing. ‎

‎His face was wrinkled, out of his mother's womb for a moment lacked amniotic fluid. ‎

‎"He looks..."‎

‎"Are you trying to say he needs a good bath?" Katara smiled, resting on the cushioned bed, her brown hair strewn behind her shoulders. ‎

‎He narrowed his eyes, "Yes. yeah. "

He‎ was trying to say that. ‎

‎As an adult, he always seemed to be busy, so busy that he didn't have the opportunity to go back to see his hometown and see his sister he care too much. ‎

‎"Katara. "

He‎ appeared again in front of the igloo, opened the curtain and went in. ‎

‎The pregnant woman with a big belly saw that he put down the fish soup wrist in her hand, and she cried out in surprise: "Sokka, you are back! I thought you would..."‎

‎He crouched down and moved the heavy fur of his coat behind him, "You think I'm going to miss the birth of my second nephew? You'd better think again. "

He‎ approached her and dropped a kiss on Katara's face. ‎

‎"Well, your beard is really piercing." The‎ look of her rude attempt to wipe the stinging of His beard from her face made Sokka think that Katara, like him,would forget how long they had been growing with each other. ‎

‎He couldn't say his brother-in-law didn't love Katara. On the contrary, he loved her so much that Sokka had the impression that she had always had a big belly. Even in his imagination, he said to himself. ‎

‎Four years younger than him, but also past thirty years old, the divine power avatar walked lightly to greet her from thousands of miles to see his wife. Aang planted a kiss on his wife's forehead, and he put his hands on her, "Katara, you don't really need to come. "‎

‎"I'm not coming to make the right arrangements for you? Sokka had told me what kind of trouble you made in Republic City last time..."‎

‎Maybe it was about to give birth to her third child, and Katara's tone in the due date could not help but return to the "mother" role in the squad. ‎

‎Aang apologized, said what was wrong with him, and summoned the guy who came to the inn to bring his wife into the room. ‎

‎"Did she sleep?"

Avatar sat across from him, holding a cup in his hand, "Well, Katara lay down. "‎

‎Sokka looked at his own carry-on weapon on the table and the gift he had prepared for their third child to tied as a knot, and he took his hands and whispered to him, "Do you think this is good?" ‎

‎Aang looked very sleepy, and he held half of his face with one hand, "Hmm. I think it's good, about her coming here to find me... "

And‎ then there's no more. ‎

‎Once again, when he remembered the young couple in particular, Sokka found him standing outside a hospital room. ‎

‎Katara's first two children were born and raised in Antarctica, and the third, now to be called Tenzin, Sokka stand outside the hospital ward in Republic City, listening to the cries of the child pierce through the first partition wall. ‎

‎Compared with the excitement of the avatar, Sokka slowly walked into the room, quietly watching the crowd among the surrounding doctors and relatives. ‎

‎He didn't want to cry either, he just looked at her, who had become tired after being dragged by three children, looking quiet and tired in the crowd of people around her. ‎

‎"Katara. "Sokka walked into the crowd, and in the midst of their fiery discussion of whether Tenzin was the "next air bender" he went to his sister's bed and gently kneaded her left hand on the bed. ‎

‎"How are you?"

She‎ looked so tired than the first two times, and even her breathing was straining. ‎

‎Too late to wipe the sweat from her face, Katara gasped, "I'm okay, have you seen him?" "‎

‎If it was the brunette boy who was crying with his little fists clenched, he had already seen it. ‎

‎She frowned because his reaction was too indifference, "Don't you like him?" "‎Huh? What? Oh, I like him, of course I like him. ‎"

‎He began to sit cross-legged on the edge of her bed, one hand under the overlapping legs and the other coming to her face to wipe away her sweat. ‎

‎"Sokka, I'm not a kid. I can rub it myself. "She dodged his touch with some gambling. ‎

‎He let out a sigh from his nose and took his hand off her. ‎

‎"I know, I understand. "‎

‎"So you think he's going to be an air bender?" Katara pinched the quilt horns, and the voice of the question was a few degrees smaller. ‎

‎To tell the truth, he didn't care what a child Tenzin would be. Make the water make fire, and the earth and the air, he couldn't care less. But in front of her he still had to say, "I'm optimistic. "‎

"If he's not an air bender, Aang..."‎

‎She already gave him three children, what else would Aang need? If one day the avatar that went from not liking to keeping his hair to slowly accepting that he could have a thin layer of short hair on his head told him that he needed a child who would make some air, or said to him and Katara, then he... ‎

‎"Sokka! I think you're very absent-minded today. "She put her arms around the bed. ‎

‎"Right, sorry. " He raised his hands, glanced at the avatar that walked out of the ward and told the people of the world happily announced that they had another child, "I can only tell you this, whether Tenzin is an air bender or not, he will be the same..."‎

‎"He will love him, I know." ‎

‎Some of the anger disappeared, and Katara turned to carelessly pull the long hair on her right shoulder with her hand. ‎

‎Something cynical in his eyes vanished, and Sokka took his hand back from the back of his head and rested it on his crossed ankle. ‎

‎"Do you need a break?"

"‎No, I'm not tired. "She said so, turning her head to look at the view outside the ward window. ‎

‎"Do you still like the way it looks here in Republic city so far?" ‎

‎"I must admit that it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. "She tickled the corners of her mouth and smiled slightly. ‎

‎"Oh yeah? Then it's fine. "‎

‎In Sokka's secret thoughts, Katara would say no." No, she didn't like the republic city they had built with their own hands. " He had thought she would say that. ‎

‎"Hey, Katara. " He knocked again on the door of the delivery room. ‎

‎The door creaked open, pushing back the idea that Sokka was going to go with a group of people to celebrate the birth of a newborn. ‎

‎She said that she was not tired. ‎

‎He leaned against the door and watched as she tilted her head against the white pillow of the hospital. ‎

‎Sokka walked in lightly and closed the curtain for her. ‎

‎Sitting on the side of her bed, watching her hand gradually loosen but still holding the little baby. ‎

‎"Your dad was so happy that he ran out and told everyone he forgot about you and your mom here. ‎"

‎He said softly, nodding at Tenzin's little nose. ‎

‎Almost as soon as his fingers touched it, the little baby wrinkled his face and pouted as if he was about to cry. ‎

‎Sokka swung his arm and took Tenzin into his arms and shook it. ‎

Ha, he knew what he was thinking at the time. Sokka raised an eyebrow and his eyes were empty. ‎

‎The first time he held Katara's first child, Bumi, he shook his head in the igloo of his former hometown. At that time he wondered where his strange sense of sight came from. ‎

‎He has no children and no partner. But why did he think that holding a small baby was something he had done. ‎

‎Putting The gentle shake of Tenzin back into his crib, Sokka stood up and looked at Katara, who was asleep on one side. ‎

‎He watched the Republic city out the window slowly spitting out purple night scenes in the twilight of the day-night social line, and what seemed to be some kind of celebration in the street, or if it was just Aang too excited to make trouble at the hospital gate—he hoped it wasn't. ‎

‎Fireworks of various colors of yellow orange were sent up into the sky, and before it was too late to think too much, Sokka went to close the windows that were too noisy. ‎

‎Looking downstairs, it seemed that there really was someone wearing an orange-yellow air temple suit who was holding someone's hand and walking around the street joyfully. ‎

‎Hopefully, he was wrong. ‎

‎He turned back to the ward and took two steps to Katara, who was breathing evenly. ‎

‎Sokka tilted her head sideways and fixed his gaze on her. Before she could change her clothes, the pale patient's gown draped over her body, folded on the white sheets along with her curly brown hair. ‎

‎Colorful fireworks exploded above his head, and Sokka reached out and pressed his palm to the top of her head. ‎

‎He wanted to say, "It's hard, it's hard to have three children," and he wants to say, "Maybe she'll be better off staying in Antarctica, at least she won't have to go to The Republic city to suffer this kind of crime." ‎

‎Eventually he looked at her with her eyes closed and couldn't say anything. ‎

‎The blue wrapper of fingers slid across her forehead, her parted hairline tugging at the wet strands of her broken hair. She looked quite mature, and Sokka maturity referred to the few extra wrinkles that appeared around her eyes. ‎

‎He touched the corners of his eyes, and he also had time to leave traces on him. ‎

‎“....Katara. "He sighed darkly at her name. ‎

‎Without the lively crowd and the energy of waking up, she looked exhausted.

‎He bent down and gently stroked a few fingers of his left hand on her face. ‎

‎The sense of déjà vu he felt when he held Bumi was because he had also hugged her as a child. The little red, crying, somewhat annoying little hairy blob that had just come out of his mother's body. ‎

‎"Katara. "‎

‎He was old enough to know what it meant to have children and have a family. It wasn't that he had fainted outside the tent when he saw a newborn, he was smirking, he was now the one who had seen his three nephews. ‎

‎"You need to rest. ‎"

‎He whispered, putting his hand over her head. ‎

‎He knew his future mission from the moment she was born, and even if she targeted him again, no matter how ugly the cold fight situation was when they quarreled, even if she became the wife of someone else's and mother of three children, she would always be his sister. ‎

‎"Get a good night's sleep. " He bent over and planted a kiss on her body, which had not yet had time to cleanse herself. ‎

‎Not lips, that's what lovers have. Nor was it cheek, and he didn't want to wake her up. ‎

‎He kissed the temple on the right side of her face, and beyond the throbbing blood vessel skin, Sokka gave his sister a grateful and gentle kiss. ‎

‎She was his eternal sister, and no matter how many more children she had and how estranged she was from him, that wouldn't change. ‎

‎And he, the stupid big brother who pretends to be confused, will always be the less reliable elder who says in front of everyone, "I know, I know Katara". He understood, because that was his mission. Rules set since he was born. ‎

‎A few steps away from them, little Tenzin, wrapped in swaddling, moved his small hand. ‎

‎He seemed to be responding to peace, and the window was constantly busy with brilliant fireworks.‎

#Avatar #Katara #Sokka #Translated by edge #Original in chinese

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thesoftduckling · 2 years

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That pain makes me think of you

Summary:Zuko hurts himself to remember Katara

As a fire countryman, being burned by flames is a joke. ‎

‎But alas, since they are overwhelmed by power, status, and having a better life than others, that will be the only thing they remember. ‎

‎Zuko untied the bandage that was wrapped around his back, first opening the small knot, and then slowly undoing the bandage he had left behind him from the place where he had begun to bleed to stop the bleeding. The slow heat seemed to burn through his entire left rear shoulder and the pain almost made his crossed legs spasm. Pressing down on the uncomfortable twitching of his calf, Zuko untied a white bandage with his teeth. ‎

‎"Uh-huh..." He groaned, letting the scalding, still healing scars fill his entire nerves. ‎

‎It wasn't an accident, the one on his back was probably the size of a kettle. When it really happened, he didn't really have anything to say. He knows. ‎

‎In order to catch up with the avatar squad, he desperately followed in their footsteps outside his own pace. ‎

‎Even though he knows how much he has done to hurt the other person, he still has no hesitation in trying to catch up and say some lame arguments to make himself more convinced. No, not simply to yourself. Also to her. ‎

‎What was he going to do to make the dark-skinned Water Sect girl forget her hatred for him? ‎

‎Maybe that wouldn't happen for a lifetime. ‎

‎Given what he had done in the Earth Kingdom, it was just as she was about to use the vital Arctic water on the scar on the left side of his face. He said, "It's a scar, and the scar won't heal. And she said, "‎‎Maybe I can use this Arctic water?" ‎

‎He couldn't forget the tone in which she said it. When only he and she were locked up in the Crystal Cave, she showed him rare kindness. ‎

‎Zuko clenched his teeth and closed his eyes to sprinkle the white medicine on the back of the burn. ‎

‎The "hissing —" represents the chemical action of the smoke after him, and the pain of the drill heart makes his forehead sweat. ‎

‎Large patches of torn scar tissue spread over his left shoulder, just as he could move the humerus of his left arm. Bending the sphere of his left arm, Zuko forced himself to bite into a rag used to wipe away sweat. ‎

‎A small part of the scab was slowly cut off by his fingers, and the brown-red or black tissue that originally represented blood fell to the ground and became the smoke of yesterday that could disappear as soon as the wind blew. Honestly, he didn't feel pain, he just thought it would be a little longer. ‎

‎The fingernails of his right hand were covered with the black-red color of his old blood, and he looked blankly at his calloused palm. ‎

‎According to the prescription given by the kind old man he met on the road, his burns can get better as long as they are well nursed for a while. But by the beginning of the third month, the traces of iron tongs had not diminished. ‎

‎He threw his shirt aside, and the left sleeve that was pulled open looked empty because his hand was not inside. As a citizen of the Fiery Nation, he should know exactly how to treat the most common burns. ‎

‎But no, he preferred to recall that day in his own way, in a clear and slightly sour feeling. ‎

‎Again and again, he found them and tried to apologize. ‎

‎But he was not good at words by nature, and a distorted remark made the person he wanted to see more and more angry. Since he broke into the dispute between the avatar Squad and a local black merchant, he was easily targeted. ‎

‎The iron soldering iron taken out of the stove left a scar on his back without hesitation, and the person who rushed over obviously did not expect that he would stand so stupidly and be backstabbed. After dropping the iron rod in horror, he screamed and ran away. Leaving him to cover his left shoulder and continue to confront them. ‎

‎No, actually with her. ‎

‎The blue eyes he had seen many times contracted fiercely at first, and she slightly retracted her confrontation posture in front of him, but she still did not let go of her burden on him. ‎

‎"What do you want?" She asked. ‎

‎And he stood there, scratched by the burning discomfort of his back. ‎

‎Struggling to speak, Zuko heard his voice say, "Katara..."‎

‎ and then there was no follow-up. ‎

‎She hated him. He knows. ‎

‎Silently preparing a brand new white bandage for himself, Zuko was determined to do it again. ‎

‎He looked at the carpet under him, and hung a faded carpet in the corner of someone else's house that was white and could not see the pattern. He sat there cross-legged, staring into the palm of his hand in a daze. ‎

‎"Katara. ‎"

‎He remembered the first time he had seen her in Antarctica, along with her brother and the avatar he had been hunting. ‎

‎"Katara. "He took her necklace from the pirates. ‎

‎Katara. ‎

‎The name of the girl he had betrayed in Ba Sing Se, just a second before she had offered to heal the shameful scars on his face with the precious oasis water. ‎

‎He always regretted it too late. ‎

‎Not knowing what he wanted, he was led by Azura by the nose. ‎

‎But more importantly, wasn't it his subconscious that made him do it? ‎

‎If his sister was a little moved, he would lean over and follow the steps she wanted. Doesn't that mean he himself wants things to go that way? ‎

‎Zuko didn't know. ‎

‎He just held his head high, one hand reaching down, the other digging deep into the burned tissue behind his back with his sharp fingernails. ‎

‎Pain and nerve pleasure struck at the same time, and he had no idea which one he was going to react to first. Zuko closed his eyes and tugged at the bandage he had re-prepared in his cloudy breath. ‎

‎The pain made him remember her, even though she brought him more of a mental torment. ‎

‎And he gave them most of the physical torture. ‎‎He wished she could hate him a little less. ‎

‎Or maybe it doesn't matter if it's more. As long as she could see into his eyes again. ‎

‎Even though the distance between them never exceeded ten centimeters, he always gave up the ten centimeters and went back to find them. But that didn't work, if he had woken up earlier, if he had seen through Azura's manipulation of him earlier... ‎

‎But that doesn't make sense. ‎

‎Everything lost its meaning as she spread her hands and swept the clear breath-taking water towards him. ‎

‎"Katara. ‎"

‎He whispered, pressing his fingers deeper in a sigh of relief. ‎

‎Even if it would leave a new scar on his body, even if it would make the scar on his back getting better slower. ‎

‎Zuko thought it was good, because the pain reminded him of her. ‎

‎In the instant that his skin was burned that day, she looked into his eyes as if a bone-chilling water had been sent to him. ‎

‎That's nice. ‎

Because he wanted to think of her.‎

#zutara #Transalated by edge #Original in chinese

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