Post by Teяa253 on Apr 23, 2008 12:21:17 GMT 1
okay, here's a similar disclaimer:
There is Zutara in this story. anyone who canot stand Zutara, do not read. if you don't like Zutara, I don't think you'll like this. if you're okay with Zutara, feel free to read it. anything higher than that and you'll lvoe it.
There's some pretty vivid moments.
Oh, and there is a part I to this story.
DEVASTATED LOVE (II)
Clazdian laughed as I felt tears forming in my eyes. I clenched my fists so hard my fingernails were digging into my palms. I yelled as loud as I could. It was powerful, and it was for Zuko. Clazdian just chuckled again. The worst thing about it was he was still in the form of my dear Zuko. After what had just happened, I was devastated.
“Kill me now!” I shouted at him, “That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?”
Clazdian shook Zuko’s head.
“I’m not that mean,” he said, laughing, “I’ll let you live. Keep in mind that this man killed you 19 years ago and left you for dead. He was laughing and making up lies about you, he told you he would do that in front of your dying body. Do you not recall?”
I paused. To my anger and dismay, I knew he was right. Zuko and I had fought back then, but this was different. We had repaired our differences, especially after losing most of our memories after Sanaki’s waterbender had revived us. Every time we wandered off absentmindedly from the others, we found ourselves talking to each other. It was a language neither of us recognized, but that we were fluent in. we could only speak it to each other. It was impossible to do when other people were around.
“If you want to kill me,” said Clazdian, still imitating Zuko, “go ahead. The only reason I was able to bring you here was because you, like Zuko, were still on my terms. This might be hard on you, but that’s the good part: I was the one who initially turned Zuko against you. That was my doing. He had no idea what was coming over him.”
“NO!” I shouted, “That... that’s impossible! He...”
However, the puzzle pieces slowly began to fall into place. Zuko had said that he was serving a higher authority. This had to be it. I knew that he had been telling the truth, since it fit back then, and still fit now.
I had since long abandoned my attempts to keep the tears from running down my face.
“You’re a smart little girl, Katara,” Clazdian commented, even though I was a fully grown woman—and, chief of the water tribes, “I can see why Zuko went after you.” He disappeared, and appeared behind me. He stroked his fingers through my hair with ease—a feat long thought impossible considering the ground-zero condition of my hair. Clazdian seemed aware of this.
“Your hair,” he said, “you stopped caring about it after Zuko died... it’s a pity. He was very fond of it...”
“Shut up,” I snapped through my tears, “don’t talk to me about my husband—EVER!!”
“Ah,” said Clazdian, “a touchy subject I see? Well that’s okay. There’s only one way for Zuko haunting you to go away—you must do two things. The first one is fighting him.”
I stopped. Clazdian eliminated the shadowy tint Zuko had and he faced me. “At your ready,” he said, and the fight began.
Clazdian was fighting just like Zuko. I knew it was an illusion, and so I wanted to hurt him as much as possible. However, this fight was reminiscent of the one we had had 19 years ago. He was so calm, and I was so angry and frustrated.
“Katara,” he chuckled, “you’re pushing yourself too hard. Would you like to dance?”
“Get away from me,” I snapped; my eyes and cheeks now red with tears, “you’re just an illusion.”
“Maybe I am,” he shrugged, and then he stopped trying to hurt me. I was given the impression that he could hurt me, but I wasn’t hurting him back. Nonetheless, I had to try.
“You know what, Katara,” he said, “finish me now. I’m open. This is Clazdian, remember?”
“I will be glad to rid this world of your wretched and hideous presence,” I fumed, “you will never kill another person again as long as you live! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!! I!!! HATE!!! YOU!!!”
Every word of that last sentence was as pronounced as I could make it. My anger was the only thing that kept me from sobbing uncontrollably.
Clazdian-Zuko just chuckled. “I love you Katara,” he said in a Zuko-like voice as I came at him. I overcame everything and began attacking him swift and hard.
“YOU’RE JUST AN ILLUSION!!!” I wailed, “YOU’RE JUST... AN... ILLUSION!!!”
Every attack hurt me to do, but this was what I had to do to rid myself of Clazdian I figured. I was relentless in my attacks. However, it did not seem like I was destroying him. On the contrary, it seemed that I was simply destroying Zuko. This had to be a trick on the mind that he was playing. It couldn’t be true, and yet it seemed to be.
After what seemed like ages, he finally disappeared. I was left alone in the forsaken world. Clazdian was nowhere to be seen.
“Feel better now?” said a voice from behind me. I turned my head and saw that it was Clazdian. He was unhurt. By now, I had worn myself out attacking what I thought had been him.
“You fight pretty well,” he said, “but you cannot hurt me unless someone breaks the seal on this world. The only one able to do that is the avatar and—oh dear, it appears that that cycle got destroyed.”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” I screamed, and I ran. I didn’t know where I was going—I just wanted to get away from him. When I stopped though, his hand was again on my shoulder. I tugged myself free, but once I did, he clasped me again.
“WHAT DOY YOU WANT WITH ME!?!” I screamed, my anger once again keeping me from bawling,
“Nothing,” Clazdian replied, “except Tera’s location; but since you don’t want to tell me, I’ll send you back for now in a little while…” he paused. He noticed that my cheeks were bleeding from my raw anger.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he said in what sounded like a semi-sincere tone; I knew he didn’t mean it though. He stroked my cheek. There was something foul in his fingertips that made me cringe when they touched my bleeding flesh, and yet—I couldn’t move.
“What are you doing?” I said, my anger beginning to die down,
“Absolutely nothing,” he replied, “physically, the only differences you’ll have upon your return are the wounds on your cheeks. But those, I believe, were self-induced, so you can’t blame me...”
“Get away from me,” I said again, “get away from me NOW.”
“Fine, then,” Clazdian replied coolly, “you leave my presence.”
There was a huge flash of color, and I found that I was back. However, instead of being in the chief’s chamber, I was up in my private one. I was lying spread-eagled, face up on the floor—yet again. It seemed that any time I was in this position, something bad had just happened. The tradition held true that day. I knew that Sokka, Kai I, Kai II, and Ty Lee had all left for the earth kingdom. There was a note forged likely by Clazdian that said I had gone too. Right now though, I abandoned all precepts and wept uncontrollably on my bed. I had just been reminded of the thing in my life that I had cherished the most, and it had been waved in front of me, just out of my reach. I was so glad I was alone. I got up quickly to secure my door, and then threw myself down again, lamenting my troubles. I heard a foul voice I knew it was Clazdian.
“Can you not even leave me alone in my own world?” I asked, “Or must you interfere with everything? Get out! I hate you!”
“I cannot exist in your world,” he said, “this is merely my voice beckoning from mine. Seeing as you are alright though, I guess I’ll just leave you here to cry your face off. Your cheeks seem to be absorbing your tears pretty well. Farewell, Katara.”
I yelled into my bed as loud and as long as I could. He made me so angry, and yet there was nothing I could do. I was powerless against him. He had some control over me after he had done something with Zuko and enticed me as well. This was also why Tera had been able to utilize us—why we had lost our own memories, and the cause of so much other suffering that neither him nor I are willing to disclose—to anyone.
~Katara~
There is Zutara in this story. anyone who canot stand Zutara, do not read. if you don't like Zutara, I don't think you'll like this. if you're okay with Zutara, feel free to read it. anything higher than that and you'll lvoe it.
There's some pretty vivid moments.
Oh, and there is a part I to this story.
DEVASTATED LOVE (II)
Clazdian laughed as I felt tears forming in my eyes. I clenched my fists so hard my fingernails were digging into my palms. I yelled as loud as I could. It was powerful, and it was for Zuko. Clazdian just chuckled again. The worst thing about it was he was still in the form of my dear Zuko. After what had just happened, I was devastated.
“Kill me now!” I shouted at him, “That’s why you brought me here, isn’t it?”
Clazdian shook Zuko’s head.
“I’m not that mean,” he said, laughing, “I’ll let you live. Keep in mind that this man killed you 19 years ago and left you for dead. He was laughing and making up lies about you, he told you he would do that in front of your dying body. Do you not recall?”
I paused. To my anger and dismay, I knew he was right. Zuko and I had fought back then, but this was different. We had repaired our differences, especially after losing most of our memories after Sanaki’s waterbender had revived us. Every time we wandered off absentmindedly from the others, we found ourselves talking to each other. It was a language neither of us recognized, but that we were fluent in. we could only speak it to each other. It was impossible to do when other people were around.
“If you want to kill me,” said Clazdian, still imitating Zuko, “go ahead. The only reason I was able to bring you here was because you, like Zuko, were still on my terms. This might be hard on you, but that’s the good part: I was the one who initially turned Zuko against you. That was my doing. He had no idea what was coming over him.”
“NO!” I shouted, “That... that’s impossible! He...”
However, the puzzle pieces slowly began to fall into place. Zuko had said that he was serving a higher authority. This had to be it. I knew that he had been telling the truth, since it fit back then, and still fit now.
I had since long abandoned my attempts to keep the tears from running down my face.
“You’re a smart little girl, Katara,” Clazdian commented, even though I was a fully grown woman—and, chief of the water tribes, “I can see why Zuko went after you.” He disappeared, and appeared behind me. He stroked his fingers through my hair with ease—a feat long thought impossible considering the ground-zero condition of my hair. Clazdian seemed aware of this.
“Your hair,” he said, “you stopped caring about it after Zuko died... it’s a pity. He was very fond of it...”
“Shut up,” I snapped through my tears, “don’t talk to me about my husband—EVER!!”
“Ah,” said Clazdian, “a touchy subject I see? Well that’s okay. There’s only one way for Zuko haunting you to go away—you must do two things. The first one is fighting him.”
I stopped. Clazdian eliminated the shadowy tint Zuko had and he faced me. “At your ready,” he said, and the fight began.
Clazdian was fighting just like Zuko. I knew it was an illusion, and so I wanted to hurt him as much as possible. However, this fight was reminiscent of the one we had had 19 years ago. He was so calm, and I was so angry and frustrated.
“Katara,” he chuckled, “you’re pushing yourself too hard. Would you like to dance?”
“Get away from me,” I snapped; my eyes and cheeks now red with tears, “you’re just an illusion.”
“Maybe I am,” he shrugged, and then he stopped trying to hurt me. I was given the impression that he could hurt me, but I wasn’t hurting him back. Nonetheless, I had to try.
“You know what, Katara,” he said, “finish me now. I’m open. This is Clazdian, remember?”
“I will be glad to rid this world of your wretched and hideous presence,” I fumed, “you will never kill another person again as long as you live! I HATE YOU!!! I HATE YOU!! I!!! HATE!!! YOU!!!”
Every word of that last sentence was as pronounced as I could make it. My anger was the only thing that kept me from sobbing uncontrollably.
Clazdian-Zuko just chuckled. “I love you Katara,” he said in a Zuko-like voice as I came at him. I overcame everything and began attacking him swift and hard.
“YOU’RE JUST AN ILLUSION!!!” I wailed, “YOU’RE JUST... AN... ILLUSION!!!”
Every attack hurt me to do, but this was what I had to do to rid myself of Clazdian I figured. I was relentless in my attacks. However, it did not seem like I was destroying him. On the contrary, it seemed that I was simply destroying Zuko. This had to be a trick on the mind that he was playing. It couldn’t be true, and yet it seemed to be.
After what seemed like ages, he finally disappeared. I was left alone in the forsaken world. Clazdian was nowhere to be seen.
“Feel better now?” said a voice from behind me. I turned my head and saw that it was Clazdian. He was unhurt. By now, I had worn myself out attacking what I thought had been him.
“You fight pretty well,” he said, “but you cannot hurt me unless someone breaks the seal on this world. The only one able to do that is the avatar and—oh dear, it appears that that cycle got destroyed.”
“GET AWAY FROM ME!” I screamed, and I ran. I didn’t know where I was going—I just wanted to get away from him. When I stopped though, his hand was again on my shoulder. I tugged myself free, but once I did, he clasped me again.
“WHAT DOY YOU WANT WITH ME!?!” I screamed, my anger once again keeping me from bawling,
“Nothing,” Clazdian replied, “except Tera’s location; but since you don’t want to tell me, I’ll send you back for now in a little while…” he paused. He noticed that my cheeks were bleeding from my raw anger.
“Oh, you poor thing,” he said in what sounded like a semi-sincere tone; I knew he didn’t mean it though. He stroked my cheek. There was something foul in his fingertips that made me cringe when they touched my bleeding flesh, and yet—I couldn’t move.
“What are you doing?” I said, my anger beginning to die down,
“Absolutely nothing,” he replied, “physically, the only differences you’ll have upon your return are the wounds on your cheeks. But those, I believe, were self-induced, so you can’t blame me...”
“Get away from me,” I said again, “get away from me NOW.”
“Fine, then,” Clazdian replied coolly, “you leave my presence.”
There was a huge flash of color, and I found that I was back. However, instead of being in the chief’s chamber, I was up in my private one. I was lying spread-eagled, face up on the floor—yet again. It seemed that any time I was in this position, something bad had just happened. The tradition held true that day. I knew that Sokka, Kai I, Kai II, and Ty Lee had all left for the earth kingdom. There was a note forged likely by Clazdian that said I had gone too. Right now though, I abandoned all precepts and wept uncontrollably on my bed. I had just been reminded of the thing in my life that I had cherished the most, and it had been waved in front of me, just out of my reach. I was so glad I was alone. I got up quickly to secure my door, and then threw myself down again, lamenting my troubles. I heard a foul voice I knew it was Clazdian.
“Can you not even leave me alone in my own world?” I asked, “Or must you interfere with everything? Get out! I hate you!”
“I cannot exist in your world,” he said, “this is merely my voice beckoning from mine. Seeing as you are alright though, I guess I’ll just leave you here to cry your face off. Your cheeks seem to be absorbing your tears pretty well. Farewell, Katara.”
I yelled into my bed as loud and as long as I could. He made me so angry, and yet there was nothing I could do. I was powerless against him. He had some control over me after he had done something with Zuko and enticed me as well. This was also why Tera had been able to utilize us—why we had lost our own memories, and the cause of so much other suffering that neither him nor I are willing to disclose—to anyone.
~Katara~
