TOLD YOU SO
Story Title: Declare
Fandom: A:TLA
Characters: Kazuko/Mai, the Gaang, Iroh
Summary: Kazuko finally comes out with her first edict as Firelord, marking a new era for the Fire Nation - and for her and Mai.
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Story Title: Epilogue: Happenstance
Fandom: A:TLA
Characters: Kazuko/Mai
Summary: The final conclusion; a glimpse of how the Nation will change with Kazuko's final word.
I had so much fun writing this story, and am kind of wistful that it was to be finished. I had a lot of other ideas come up while writing it - things involving Kazuko and other aspects of the story, like her involvement with Zhao, and her relationship with Ozai, Azula, and her mother. But I figured it would take too long, and by the time I had the ideas, the fic was almost done, so I opted against adding more or rewriting it to add more to the beginning and finished it here.
Writing Zuko as a girl, I find, isn't much different than writing him as a boy. I always have viewed Zuko as the kind of character that could be either gender, which is why I not only have no trouble writing him so much, but why I admire him as well. He is not a typical male character, nor is he a male stereotype or archetype. He rages, shouts, ninjas around and keeps secrets. He offends, lies, hides and runs away. He also cries, loves, is desperate for approval and love in return and only wants peace and not war. All of these things are sexless.
Writing the Kazuko character as a lesbian - instead of having Mai change into a male - was floranna's request, one that I didn't really mind, since I loved Mai as a woman already and didn't find her as engaging as a male (by this time I had written her as a male and didn't enjoy it too much). As I delved deeper into the story, I found myself loving the gay aspect of the story, not as some kind of novelty, but because it opened up so much in terms of characterisation and cultural perspectives. I kept Kazuko essentially the same - she is still helped by Song, still goes on a date with Jin. She still connects with Katara in the crystal catacombs and still bonds with the Gaang through different fieldtrips. (Doing this allowed me to think about how the different cultures may or may not view homosexuality in their societies, which was very interesting to think about in itself.) Because Kazuko and Zuko are the same character in many ways, it didn't change too much of the story. At first, I had decided on five parts, because I figured that I could end it with Kazuko marrying Mai with no trouble and leaving it at that.
Only to realise that the lesbian aspect ruined any chances of heirs, which is huge in monarchy - especially since Zuko's remaining kin are either unwilling, missing or locked up. Kazuko needed an heir, and it opened up a chance for me to ponder about lesbian monarchies, and how they could work. And in the end I decided - with lots of help from the_flowergirl - to have it so that Kazuko's heir would be announced when she died, and it was by appointment from merit, not blood or connections.
Writing the Kazuko/Mai lesbian relationship was also interesting. Not much changed in that way, either - Kazuko still brooded, still lashed out. She still expressed her emotions with cheesiness and used lots of touch and emotion to express herself. Mai still called Kazuko out on her bullshit, still stood her ground when Kazuko was being irrational, and still remained the steadfast, no-nonsense pillar in Kazuko's life. I found that interesting. I also found it oddly endearing. I have a soft spot for this pairing now.
I love Kazuko - I think she's a great character, and loved being able to write her and spend so much time writing her - but I don't think I will continue writing her. For me, her story is done, here, at this moment. There will always be "Zuko is female" stories, and this one is just my twist.
EDIT: Another thing I forgot to add about this, since I wrote this before I finished the epilogue, was that the decision to include the final scene in the epilogue was totally not a decision; I just started writing it and it just flowed from my head. Weirdness, huh?
And that, m'dears, is that. Thanks for reading this rambling =P.
Declare
Sokka slouched between Suki and Katara, looking bored and uncomfortable in his formal clothes. Suki flicked his cheek, and Katara scowled at him in her best scowl, and he stood up straighter without losing the long-suffering look on his face. Aang was on Katara's other side, looking excited and hopeful, dressed in his best robes and barely able to stay still. Toph was on his other side, dressed and looking pretty but only to have it spoiled by her finger in her ear and a look of utter ecstasy on her face as a result.
They stood in the front row before the immense dais, awaiting Kazuko and Mai to make their appearance. They had been waiting for about an hour, which was standard for these sorts of things, but still - it could get rather dull.
Iroh suddenly appeared from the huge curtain divide, looking elegant and sombre, his face a perfect mask of tranquillity. The crowd would not receive any hints of what this gathering was about from the Firelord's uncle. He stood for a moment, then raised a hand, his chin high. The crowd suddenly fell silent, like a wave brushing over the shores. The front row of younger people stood attention, the boredom suddenly gone.
"May I present your leader and ruler of the fires and of us all - Firelord Kazuko!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and greetings as the curtains parted once more and two figures strode from between them. They walked past Iroh and stood several feet closer to the crowd than he, to show their seniority while still giving him reverence.
Kazuko stood tall and regal before the crowd of people before her, her face calm and carefully blank, her robes immaculate. From atop a flawless topknot, the Firelord's hairpiece gleamed bright gold in the sunlight. If she was surprised of the warm reception, her face didn't show it. With her hair pulled back from her face, the scar was pronounce and clear, like a badge. She wore it without shame.
At her side stood Mai, although it was a Mai that no one had ever seen before. She stood mere inches apart from Kazuko, her hair swept into a complicated design weaved around a stunning ornament made of gleaming dark wood. Her robes were also red, embroidered with intricate designs that must have taken days of needlework to accomplish. She looked splendid - and scary, for her eyes were narrowed and her hands were in her sleeves. Even on the dais, she was ever on the prowl.
"Wow, check out the couple," Suki breathed out softly, pretty much speaking for everyone at that moment. "They look so regal and poised. I've never seen either of them look like that, not even at Kazuko's coronation."
"She looks...happy," Aang murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from his friend. "Calm. She must have thought of something to make everyone happy."
"Or, maybe she just hasn't thought of anything and finds it funny," Sokka offered.
"Not everyone solves problems like you, Sokka," Katara answered with a scowl, and Suki giggled.
"I have no idea what you're all blabbing about," Toph interjected, "but that crowd sure hurts the ears."
"It's a good sign," Aang answered. hope building in his breast. "If they're willing to cheer for her, they'll willing to listen to her."
Kazuko's heart raced, her fingers itching to grab onto Mai's. Her eyes swept over the hundreds of people standing before him, cheering and waving at her. She felt her eyes burn, but she swallowed the tears, despite their happy source. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mai stand taller, as if the sound of a thousand voices gave her the energy to do so. Iroh beamed at Kazuko, his smile wide and bright and unabashed. Kazuko smiled back faintly before turning her eyes back to the crowd - her people.
She looked to Mai, who had already met her gaze with a small smile. Very slightly, she mouthed the words, You can do it. Kazuko smiled back, then walked a few paces forward and raised a hand, just like Iroh had. It was like blowing out a candle; instantly, the crowd went silent.
"Thank you," she said, surprising herself at how loud her voice came out, and how far it carried. "Thank you all, so much, for an entire year of cooperation and hard work. Your dedication to our nation's health is clear in your actions."
This was met by a flurry of cheers, which warmed Kazuko's heart.
"As you all know, there has been an ongoing concern regarding me as Firelord. It's tradition that the Firelord marries and ensures that the throne is followed with a line of heirs in order to keep the dynasty ongoing and pure. I will be marrying - but it will not produce an heir."
Mai strode to her side, this being her cue. There was a soft murmur of voices, so Kazuko - afraid of angry looks and reproach - looked at the line of her friends standing in the front road. Sokka was making faces at her and trying to make her laugh, and Katara was trying to stop him while trying to also keep a straight face. Suki laughed silently, her shoulders shaking. Toph had a finger up her nose, but she was grinning at Kazuko.
And then her gaze feel on Aang, who was grinning at her from ear-to-ear. His face was so openly proud, so openly happy, that it gave Kazuko that extra bubble of confidence she needed to say what she she said next.
She waited until the murmurs subsided before she went on. She reached out and grabbed onto Mai's hand, giving it a squeeze before holding it up slightly. "Mai is the woman I love," she admitted, her voice wavering just a bit. "I know that, by being a woman myself, this causes a rift. We cannot have children, and thus the royal line stops with me. This I cannot deny."
The murmurs returned, coupled with confused looks and worried voices. Kazuko lowered Mai's hand, but didn't let it go. She could see Mai taking each glance and whisper with a stoic gaze and a head held high, and even though she knew that everyone was proud of her, Kazuko was the most proud of Mai, and loved her all the more for her strength.
"I know what you're all thinking: How can I remain on the throne without an heir? It's unnatural, it's never been done. Impossible. It's how we as a people have been raised."
More soft voices and vigorous nodding. Kazuko noticed her friends looking confused, exchanging glances with each other. She smiled at them, hoping they would understand what she was about to do - and not judge her too hard for it.
"Thus I come to my my point, on this day, marking my first official year as Firelord as past," she said, her eyes now going to Iroh. He looked at her, smiling, and very slowly, he nodded. She swallowed hard, then spoke the words that would change history for good. The entire yard was silent, every single person holding their breath, waiting to hear what she had to say. It was a terrifying sort of power, knowing that anything she said would change her nation as she knew it.
She looked at Mai. Mai looked back, her eyes glowing with her emotions that she dared not show on her face. Kazuko instantly felt braver.
You can do this.
"It was a hard decision, but I have decided..." Her voice caught, suddenly hesitant, and Mai's fingers tightened around hers. She took a breath. "I have decided that inheritance of the throne will not be based on birth, but merit. It is something that should be earned, by someone worthy of it." Mai smiled faintly, and Kazuko swallowed hard. "Thus,I have decided that, before I die, I will pick an heir based on merit. Once I have, and written my will to show that, that person will take the throne once I have died. From there, it can be decided as they see fit. That is my word."
There was a moment of shocked silence. With a heavy heart, Kazuko looked over at Aang. To her surprise, he was staring back, a huge smile on his face, looking...proud of her. Really and truly proud. He raised his hands to his chest, held them before him, and made the sign of the Fire Nation before bowing low.
Kazuko stared at him. So did everyone around him. As the Avatar, he generated a lot of attention anyway, but most were looking at him to judge his reaction. Now that they had it, it only furthered the shock.
Katara blinked at Aang, then smiled, before gazing up at Kazuko and doing the same. Soon, all of her friends were bowing, showing their support, their agreement with her decision.
And then, it was like a wave. Everyone turned their gaze to the Firelord and her love and bowed, looking respectful and content in what they were doing. In slow waves, they did this, until everyone - everyone - before her was bowed with their hands held before them.
Mai moved closer to Kazuko's side, her arms sliding around the younger girl's waist without any hesitation. Kazuko put an arm around her, her mouth open and her eyes wet, her other hand held to her chest. Her heart was so full.
The declaration was written into an edict and was formally passed the following week. There were other requirements to it, of course - the person could be of any background, any sex, and any rank, so long as they were Fire Nation and of sound mind. They didn't have to be of noble or political background - all of that could be taught.
The advisors were quick to recommend several people - mostly family members and the like - but Kazuko was quicker to dismiss them, stating flatly doing anything similar at any other time would only make things worse for them. She had been in a bad mood, and said it in a moment of temper, but it stuck.
Word spread that the Fire Nation had altered their centuries-long monarchy, their bloodline that could be traced from the earliest of dynasties. In private, she was chastised for her recklessness, for not consulting with her men and women before doing such a thing. In public, she was regarded both warily and warmly. People weren't sure what to think about it, although they did find an affection for her, considering her bravery to change so much. People love a good love story, after all.
But it was more than that. Kazuko didn't admit it until much later, almost a month later, when the dust had mostly settled and most of the records were rewritten to suit her edict. She admitted it to Mai one night in bed. The older girl was draped across Kazuko's lap, reading a book, while Kazuko drifted in and out of a light doze, stroking Mai's loose hair slowly. It was suddenly that she said, thickly, "The blood is tainted."
Mai lowered her book, peering up at her. Kazuko's eyes were closed, but she was awake. "What do you mean?" Mai wondered.
"I mean, I know that they tried. I know that Roku's family and bloodline tried, and that most of the Firelords were probably good in their own ways. But even with the blood of Roku, the line still ended up bad." Her fingers still in Mai's hair, her eyes opening slowly. "It's better this way," she admitted finally. "Even if the monarchy continues after I die, at least the blood will be new. The Nation will have a second, better, chance."
Mai sat up, setting her book aside and carefully crawling into Kazuko's lap, surprising her. Mai draped her arms around Kazuko's neck and leaned in close, smiling. "You mean third chance," she chided lightly. "The second chance is with you."
Kazuko smiled slowly, her arms going around Mai's waist. "Oh?"
Mai nodded, leaning in close and pressing her nose to Kazuko's. "In a way, you are giving birth. You're creating a newborn nation."
Kazuko closed her eyes. "How do you always know what to say?" she wondered breathlessly.
Mai grinned, her eyes dancing. "I steal from trashy novels and poetry," she answered.
"So..." Kazuko opened her eyes again, a slow blush spreading to her cheeks. "Are we...going to marry now?"
Mai leaned in close, pressing her body against the other girl's so closely that Kazuko could feel her body heat through many layers of silk. She swallowed hard, her face growing redder. "Of course we are," Mai answered, her voice calm and matter-of-fact. "And we better do it soon, or I'll get bored."
Kazuko laughed softly, then tugged Mai closer and kissed her, something Mai returned with fervour. When it ended, Kazuko whispered, her eyes closed, "You'll never be bored with me. I promise."
Mai kissed her again, tugging at her clothes with a purr. Kazuko complied, her entire being awash in contentedness and peace.
Happenstance
They were married in the fall. It broke with all tradition, but that was something that Kazuko and Mai were used to by now.
They took leave from the courts to spend their time in Ba Sing Se. It should have been awkward there, especially since it was her father and sister that almost destroyed the city, but she and Mai were greeted with real and honest affection and welcome. They were gifted with a so-called summer home in the Upper Ring (despite it being fall) and were invited to spend time in the most prestigious of places while they stayed.
For the most part, Kazuko did her best to pay lip-service to the politicians of Ba Sing Se. It was her duty, and her responsibility, to ensure that the largest city in the Earth Kingdom - and as a result, the rest of the Earth Kingdom - knew that she meant no threat to the city or the Kingdom. She had learned from the mistakes her family had made.
But the rest of the time was spent with Mai, curled up at her side, relishing in the simple things, enjoying idle boredom simple bliss. They memorised each other that fall, more than they had ever thought possible. Kazuko found it impossible to see herself without Mai, no matter what. Mai, luckily, felt the same way, although she did enjoy teasing Kazuko about it.
The next year wasn't easy. It was much harder, now that the rest of the world knew of her decision to forgo having an heir for the sake of love. Most leaders saw it as a refusal of duty, something damning and dishonourable, and often they would give her the hardest of times - if they even gave her any time at all. Kazuko sometimes took it hard, took it personally, but Mai wasn't the kind of wife who stayed at home while her own wife traversed the world. She was never alone, and with Mai at her side, she was reminded of why it was worth it in the first place.
Others, however, seemed to embrace her lifestyle choice. Even Suki admitted that it was more along the lines of how it worked on Kyoshi Island - leadership was won, not passed down. It was all about survival of the fittest, the strongest leading the weaker.
Kazuko wasn't sure if she thought of herself as the strongest. There were days when she thought that out of the whole world, she was the weakest of all. But these spells never lasted. Not like they used to, when she was younger. She had more reasons now to keep her head held high.
It got easier, though. She never thought it would, but it did. When they realised that she wasn't going to budge from the throne - or change her mind - it was almost like they got used to her, liked her, even. Maybe they thought of her as a strange novelty, or someone eccentric to humour, but if it meant that they listened to her, she decided to take it.
But time goes on. No moment stays still, no matter how happy or peaceful things are.
Throughout her years on the throne, between dodging daggers and loaded barbs from the mouths of politicians, Kazuko had kept her eyes open. With Mai at her side and advising her as well as guiding her, she kept her gaze open.
It was frustrating. Some small part of her wished she had kept the edict to the advisors and Mai only, for her people insisted on flocking to her at any given chance and prancing their children before her like they were prizes or slices of meat with the best selections. It was sad, and frustrating, and more than once Mai had to physically stop Kazuko from announcing the edict dissolved and that she was stepping down. It disgusted her that people would do this - would do anything short of selling their flesh and blood just for a chance at the throne.
"Why do they want it, anyway?" Kazuko snarled one day. "It's not luxurious at all. They don't see beyond the robes and gowns and gold. They're idiots, all of them."
Mai rolled her eyes in reply, and she knew that she had probably gone too far. But the sentiment behind it still stood. Even Mai knew that.
Iroh, who was starting to go blind by that point, spent most of his time in his apartments, occasionally going down to advise his fellow teamakers or visit with friends and family. Occasionally Kazuko would drift there, upending her basket of woes onto his lap to sort through and help her with. Iroh, being Iroh, took it with good cheer and many a proverb, but he always - always - left the final call to her. He never made any of her decisions for her.
Kazuko eventually wondered if she would ever make a choice. She wondered if she had made a mistake. She felt like a fool, like the Nation's biggest joke.
It wasn't until her thirteenth year on the throne that she found an answer.
Kazuko was dressed in plain clothes, a hood over her head and obscuring her features. She kept her hair down and her posture neutral. She wasn't in the village as Firelord; she was there to do some research.
Over the years, she had found herself doing this more and more often. When she was told of some trouble in her lands, she had to take it upon herself to investigate in person, rather than allow word of mouth to cloud her eyes. This visit was no different. She had heard from a governor that there was unrest in one of the fishing villages close to the capitol, and that if she didn't do something soon, there would be a revolt. She nodded, dismissed the meeting, and left Mai in charge, heading out that very day. She was positive that only Mai and Iroh - and their friends - knew that she did this. Still, she kept careful all the same. The last thing she wanted was to be found like this and accused of something.
And so far, she found that the rumours were true; the village was unhappy, and they were closed to rebellion. They were dreadfully poor despite being close to the capitol, and from the looks of it were horribly taxed for the very same reason. The entire place was full of quiet, simmering rage, and Kazuko's skin prickled as she walked through the place.
It was a chance moment, but a wayward blast of fire caught her attention. It came from one of the houses - literally. The ratty door burst open and a stream of fire arched from within. Kazuko lunged forward and threw herself into it, holding out her hands to catch it before it set flame to the rest of the brittle houses surrounding.
As the sparks faded, Kazuko could see the scene before her - and felt a clench in her gut.
Standing over a small figure was a tall, skinny man, looking worse for wear and furious. His fist was out and his body was held in a stance, and his other hand was poised and sparking for more. The sight of Kazuko stilled his hand.
At his feet cowered a girl, her arms covering her head, her lanky body covered in a patched shift that was now singed. Her own fingers were dusted with embers, but they didn't grow, nor did they look to do so any time soon. It was a defencive stance - she had no intention of fighting back.
It hurt. It hurt way too much. True, the circumstances were different - there was no crowd, no cheering, no ceremony. But the scene was still the same - a man who was supposed to be a father taking advantage of his child's soft heart and willingness to be good.
The father looked up, his eyes on Kazuko, who now stood close to the girl, her own hands out and ready. Her hood had fallen from her face, and her long hair was loose, but her features were the same. There was no other face in the Fire Nation like the Firelord's.
The man instantly prostrated, spluttering something about discipline and temper and last straws. Kazuko ignored him, instead kneeling before the girl and pulling her arms away gently. The girl looked up from beneath a curtain of deep brown hair, her eyes bronze and full. Upon her cheek was a scorch mark, one that would surely fade if seen to, but still - way too familiar.
"Firelord Kazuko," the girl whispered with fear, to shaken to kneel. Kazuko nodded, carefully checking the girl for further injuries before standing back up. The man rose up to his knees, looking fearful and resentful.
"Your daughter?" she asked shortly.
He nodded.
"Her crime?"
He hesitated, then spat it out. "She didn't get enough water for the well. We need that water. She is lazy and disrespectful. She needed to learn a lesson."
Kazuko nodded slowly. It was insane. Logic told her this. She didn't know anything about this family, didn't know the circumstances other than the town was on the brink of collapse. But for Kazuko, it was enough.
She knelt again before the girl, who was shaking and crying now silently. "What's your name?"
"Aditaya."
Kazuko raised her eyebrow. Old name, old meaning, meant for a boy. But here was a girl, and it seemed the name fit.
"Are you happy here?" Kazuko asked.
Aditaya was surprised, her eyes going wide. Her eyes flicked to her father, who was glaring openly, and she paled, unable to answer.
"Where is your mother? Do you have siblings?"
The girl shook her head. The father spoke up, "Her mother died during the war. Killed by a rebel. Left me with the kid ever since as a baby."
Kazuko considered; she had thought that Aditaya was younger due to her size, but apparently she was at least thirteen. In one move she stood, looming over the father with her hands on her hips. "Know that I am here for a reason," she said calmly. "I have heard the turmoil of this village and feel for you. Indeed it will not be ignored. It is why I am here personally."
She leaned down, her face inches from his. She smiled, baring her teeth at him. "But poverty and frustration do not give you the right to abuse your children. You are not fit for this child. I am taking her with me, in exchange for your silence."
The man choked on his words, and Kazuko's eyes narrowed. "She is of no use to you, yes? You find her a burden, a target? An extra mouth to feed? I will relieve you of our burden and you will never speak of this to anyone, ever. Or I will have you charged and put away where other men just like you rot." And she paused, letting that sink in, letting the entire meaning permeate over him. "Yes?"
Slowly, the man nodded. "Yes."
Done with him, Kazuko knelt back in front of the girl who, to her surpise, looked wary and miserable. "Aditaya, would you like to come with me? I need your insight into the needs of this village. You will live at the Palace while you help me, of course. In exchange we will help each other. Does that sound fair?"
Aditaya stared at the Firelord, her face a mix of emotion, her eyes full of intelligence and insight. Slowly, she nodded. "Yes," she agreed. "It sounds fair."
Kazuko stood and held out a hand. Aditaya followed suit, cast one look at her father - one, she saw, was full of hate - before taking the hand offered to her.
It was a start.
Fandom: A:TLA
Characters: Kazuko/Mai, the Gaang, Iroh
Summary: Kazuko finally comes out with her first edict as Firelord, marking a new era for the Fire Nation - and for her and Mai.
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Story Title: Epilogue: Happenstance
Fandom: A:TLA
Characters: Kazuko/Mai
Summary: The final conclusion; a glimpse of how the Nation will change with Kazuko's final word.
I had so much fun writing this story, and am kind of wistful that it was to be finished. I had a lot of other ideas come up while writing it - things involving Kazuko and other aspects of the story, like her involvement with Zhao, and her relationship with Ozai, Azula, and her mother. But I figured it would take too long, and by the time I had the ideas, the fic was almost done, so I opted against adding more or rewriting it to add more to the beginning and finished it here.
Writing Zuko as a girl, I find, isn't much different than writing him as a boy. I always have viewed Zuko as the kind of character that could be either gender, which is why I not only have no trouble writing him so much, but why I admire him as well. He is not a typical male character, nor is he a male stereotype or archetype. He rages, shouts, ninjas around and keeps secrets. He offends, lies, hides and runs away. He also cries, loves, is desperate for approval and love in return and only wants peace and not war. All of these things are sexless.
Writing the Kazuko character as a lesbian - instead of having Mai change into a male - was floranna's request, one that I didn't really mind, since I loved Mai as a woman already and didn't find her as engaging as a male (by this time I had written her as a male and didn't enjoy it too much). As I delved deeper into the story, I found myself loving the gay aspect of the story, not as some kind of novelty, but because it opened up so much in terms of characterisation and cultural perspectives. I kept Kazuko essentially the same - she is still helped by Song, still goes on a date with Jin. She still connects with Katara in the crystal catacombs and still bonds with the Gaang through different fieldtrips. (Doing this allowed me to think about how the different cultures may or may not view homosexuality in their societies, which was very interesting to think about in itself.) Because Kazuko and Zuko are the same character in many ways, it didn't change too much of the story. At first, I had decided on five parts, because I figured that I could end it with Kazuko marrying Mai with no trouble and leaving it at that.
Only to realise that the lesbian aspect ruined any chances of heirs, which is huge in monarchy - especially since Zuko's remaining kin are either unwilling, missing or locked up. Kazuko needed an heir, and it opened up a chance for me to ponder about lesbian monarchies, and how they could work. And in the end I decided - with lots of help from the_flowergirl - to have it so that Kazuko's heir would be announced when she died, and it was by appointment from merit, not blood or connections.
Writing the Kazuko/Mai lesbian relationship was also interesting. Not much changed in that way, either - Kazuko still brooded, still lashed out. She still expressed her emotions with cheesiness and used lots of touch and emotion to express herself. Mai still called Kazuko out on her bullshit, still stood her ground when Kazuko was being irrational, and still remained the steadfast, no-nonsense pillar in Kazuko's life. I found that interesting. I also found it oddly endearing. I have a soft spot for this pairing now.
I love Kazuko - I think she's a great character, and loved being able to write her and spend so much time writing her - but I don't think I will continue writing her. For me, her story is done, here, at this moment. There will always be "Zuko is female" stories, and this one is just my twist.
EDIT: Another thing I forgot to add about this, since I wrote this before I finished the epilogue, was that the decision to include the final scene in the epilogue was totally not a decision; I just started writing it and it just flowed from my head. Weirdness, huh?
And that, m'dears, is that. Thanks for reading this rambling =P.
Declare
Sokka slouched between Suki and Katara, looking bored and uncomfortable in his formal clothes. Suki flicked his cheek, and Katara scowled at him in her best scowl, and he stood up straighter without losing the long-suffering look on his face. Aang was on Katara's other side, looking excited and hopeful, dressed in his best robes and barely able to stay still. Toph was on his other side, dressed and looking pretty but only to have it spoiled by her finger in her ear and a look of utter ecstasy on her face as a result.
They stood in the front row before the immense dais, awaiting Kazuko and Mai to make their appearance. They had been waiting for about an hour, which was standard for these sorts of things, but still - it could get rather dull.
Iroh suddenly appeared from the huge curtain divide, looking elegant and sombre, his face a perfect mask of tranquillity. The crowd would not receive any hints of what this gathering was about from the Firelord's uncle. He stood for a moment, then raised a hand, his chin high. The crowd suddenly fell silent, like a wave brushing over the shores. The front row of younger people stood attention, the boredom suddenly gone.
"May I present your leader and ruler of the fires and of us all - Firelord Kazuko!"
The crowd erupted into cheers and greetings as the curtains parted once more and two figures strode from between them. They walked past Iroh and stood several feet closer to the crowd than he, to show their seniority while still giving him reverence.
Kazuko stood tall and regal before the crowd of people before her, her face calm and carefully blank, her robes immaculate. From atop a flawless topknot, the Firelord's hairpiece gleamed bright gold in the sunlight. If she was surprised of the warm reception, her face didn't show it. With her hair pulled back from her face, the scar was pronounce and clear, like a badge. She wore it without shame.
At her side stood Mai, although it was a Mai that no one had ever seen before. She stood mere inches apart from Kazuko, her hair swept into a complicated design weaved around a stunning ornament made of gleaming dark wood. Her robes were also red, embroidered with intricate designs that must have taken days of needlework to accomplish. She looked splendid - and scary, for her eyes were narrowed and her hands were in her sleeves. Even on the dais, she was ever on the prowl.
"Wow, check out the couple," Suki breathed out softly, pretty much speaking for everyone at that moment. "They look so regal and poised. I've never seen either of them look like that, not even at Kazuko's coronation."
"She looks...happy," Aang murmured, unable to tear his eyes away from his friend. "Calm. She must have thought of something to make everyone happy."
"Or, maybe she just hasn't thought of anything and finds it funny," Sokka offered.
"Not everyone solves problems like you, Sokka," Katara answered with a scowl, and Suki giggled.
"I have no idea what you're all blabbing about," Toph interjected, "but that crowd sure hurts the ears."
"It's a good sign," Aang answered. hope building in his breast. "If they're willing to cheer for her, they'll willing to listen to her."
Kazuko's heart raced, her fingers itching to grab onto Mai's. Her eyes swept over the hundreds of people standing before him, cheering and waving at her. She felt her eyes burn, but she swallowed the tears, despite their happy source. From the corner of her eye, she saw Mai stand taller, as if the sound of a thousand voices gave her the energy to do so. Iroh beamed at Kazuko, his smile wide and bright and unabashed. Kazuko smiled back faintly before turning her eyes back to the crowd - her people.
She looked to Mai, who had already met her gaze with a small smile. Very slightly, she mouthed the words, You can do it. Kazuko smiled back, then walked a few paces forward and raised a hand, just like Iroh had. It was like blowing out a candle; instantly, the crowd went silent.
"Thank you," she said, surprising herself at how loud her voice came out, and how far it carried. "Thank you all, so much, for an entire year of cooperation and hard work. Your dedication to our nation's health is clear in your actions."
This was met by a flurry of cheers, which warmed Kazuko's heart.
"As you all know, there has been an ongoing concern regarding me as Firelord. It's tradition that the Firelord marries and ensures that the throne is followed with a line of heirs in order to keep the dynasty ongoing and pure. I will be marrying - but it will not produce an heir."
Mai strode to her side, this being her cue. There was a soft murmur of voices, so Kazuko - afraid of angry looks and reproach - looked at the line of her friends standing in the front road. Sokka was making faces at her and trying to make her laugh, and Katara was trying to stop him while trying to also keep a straight face. Suki laughed silently, her shoulders shaking. Toph had a finger up her nose, but she was grinning at Kazuko.
And then her gaze feel on Aang, who was grinning at her from ear-to-ear. His face was so openly proud, so openly happy, that it gave Kazuko that extra bubble of confidence she needed to say what she she said next.
She waited until the murmurs subsided before she went on. She reached out and grabbed onto Mai's hand, giving it a squeeze before holding it up slightly. "Mai is the woman I love," she admitted, her voice wavering just a bit. "I know that, by being a woman myself, this causes a rift. We cannot have children, and thus the royal line stops with me. This I cannot deny."
The murmurs returned, coupled with confused looks and worried voices. Kazuko lowered Mai's hand, but didn't let it go. She could see Mai taking each glance and whisper with a stoic gaze and a head held high, and even though she knew that everyone was proud of her, Kazuko was the most proud of Mai, and loved her all the more for her strength.
"I know what you're all thinking: How can I remain on the throne without an heir? It's unnatural, it's never been done. Impossible. It's how we as a people have been raised."
More soft voices and vigorous nodding. Kazuko noticed her friends looking confused, exchanging glances with each other. She smiled at them, hoping they would understand what she was about to do - and not judge her too hard for it.
"Thus I come to my my point, on this day, marking my first official year as Firelord as past," she said, her eyes now going to Iroh. He looked at her, smiling, and very slowly, he nodded. She swallowed hard, then spoke the words that would change history for good. The entire yard was silent, every single person holding their breath, waiting to hear what she had to say. It was a terrifying sort of power, knowing that anything she said would change her nation as she knew it.
She looked at Mai. Mai looked back, her eyes glowing with her emotions that she dared not show on her face. Kazuko instantly felt braver.
You can do this.
"It was a hard decision, but I have decided..." Her voice caught, suddenly hesitant, and Mai's fingers tightened around hers. She took a breath. "I have decided that inheritance of the throne will not be based on birth, but merit. It is something that should be earned, by someone worthy of it." Mai smiled faintly, and Kazuko swallowed hard. "Thus,I have decided that, before I die, I will pick an heir based on merit. Once I have, and written my will to show that, that person will take the throne once I have died. From there, it can be decided as they see fit. That is my word."
There was a moment of shocked silence. With a heavy heart, Kazuko looked over at Aang. To her surprise, he was staring back, a huge smile on his face, looking...proud of her. Really and truly proud. He raised his hands to his chest, held them before him, and made the sign of the Fire Nation before bowing low.
Kazuko stared at him. So did everyone around him. As the Avatar, he generated a lot of attention anyway, but most were looking at him to judge his reaction. Now that they had it, it only furthered the shock.
Katara blinked at Aang, then smiled, before gazing up at Kazuko and doing the same. Soon, all of her friends were bowing, showing their support, their agreement with her decision.
And then, it was like a wave. Everyone turned their gaze to the Firelord and her love and bowed, looking respectful and content in what they were doing. In slow waves, they did this, until everyone - everyone - before her was bowed with their hands held before them.
Mai moved closer to Kazuko's side, her arms sliding around the younger girl's waist without any hesitation. Kazuko put an arm around her, her mouth open and her eyes wet, her other hand held to her chest. Her heart was so full.
The declaration was written into an edict and was formally passed the following week. There were other requirements to it, of course - the person could be of any background, any sex, and any rank, so long as they were Fire Nation and of sound mind. They didn't have to be of noble or political background - all of that could be taught.
The advisors were quick to recommend several people - mostly family members and the like - but Kazuko was quicker to dismiss them, stating flatly doing anything similar at any other time would only make things worse for them. She had been in a bad mood, and said it in a moment of temper, but it stuck.
Word spread that the Fire Nation had altered their centuries-long monarchy, their bloodline that could be traced from the earliest of dynasties. In private, she was chastised for her recklessness, for not consulting with her men and women before doing such a thing. In public, she was regarded both warily and warmly. People weren't sure what to think about it, although they did find an affection for her, considering her bravery to change so much. People love a good love story, after all.
But it was more than that. Kazuko didn't admit it until much later, almost a month later, when the dust had mostly settled and most of the records were rewritten to suit her edict. She admitted it to Mai one night in bed. The older girl was draped across Kazuko's lap, reading a book, while Kazuko drifted in and out of a light doze, stroking Mai's loose hair slowly. It was suddenly that she said, thickly, "The blood is tainted."
Mai lowered her book, peering up at her. Kazuko's eyes were closed, but she was awake. "What do you mean?" Mai wondered.
"I mean, I know that they tried. I know that Roku's family and bloodline tried, and that most of the Firelords were probably good in their own ways. But even with the blood of Roku, the line still ended up bad." Her fingers still in Mai's hair, her eyes opening slowly. "It's better this way," she admitted finally. "Even if the monarchy continues after I die, at least the blood will be new. The Nation will have a second, better, chance."
Mai sat up, setting her book aside and carefully crawling into Kazuko's lap, surprising her. Mai draped her arms around Kazuko's neck and leaned in close, smiling. "You mean third chance," she chided lightly. "The second chance is with you."
Kazuko smiled slowly, her arms going around Mai's waist. "Oh?"
Mai nodded, leaning in close and pressing her nose to Kazuko's. "In a way, you are giving birth. You're creating a newborn nation."
Kazuko closed her eyes. "How do you always know what to say?" she wondered breathlessly.
Mai grinned, her eyes dancing. "I steal from trashy novels and poetry," she answered.
"So..." Kazuko opened her eyes again, a slow blush spreading to her cheeks. "Are we...going to marry now?"
Mai leaned in close, pressing her body against the other girl's so closely that Kazuko could feel her body heat through many layers of silk. She swallowed hard, her face growing redder. "Of course we are," Mai answered, her voice calm and matter-of-fact. "And we better do it soon, or I'll get bored."
Kazuko laughed softly, then tugged Mai closer and kissed her, something Mai returned with fervour. When it ended, Kazuko whispered, her eyes closed, "You'll never be bored with me. I promise."
Mai kissed her again, tugging at her clothes with a purr. Kazuko complied, her entire being awash in contentedness and peace.
Happenstance
They were married in the fall. It broke with all tradition, but that was something that Kazuko and Mai were used to by now.
They took leave from the courts to spend their time in Ba Sing Se. It should have been awkward there, especially since it was her father and sister that almost destroyed the city, but she and Mai were greeted with real and honest affection and welcome. They were gifted with a so-called summer home in the Upper Ring (despite it being fall) and were invited to spend time in the most prestigious of places while they stayed.
For the most part, Kazuko did her best to pay lip-service to the politicians of Ba Sing Se. It was her duty, and her responsibility, to ensure that the largest city in the Earth Kingdom - and as a result, the rest of the Earth Kingdom - knew that she meant no threat to the city or the Kingdom. She had learned from the mistakes her family had made.
But the rest of the time was spent with Mai, curled up at her side, relishing in the simple things, enjoying idle boredom simple bliss. They memorised each other that fall, more than they had ever thought possible. Kazuko found it impossible to see herself without Mai, no matter what. Mai, luckily, felt the same way, although she did enjoy teasing Kazuko about it.
The next year wasn't easy. It was much harder, now that the rest of the world knew of her decision to forgo having an heir for the sake of love. Most leaders saw it as a refusal of duty, something damning and dishonourable, and often they would give her the hardest of times - if they even gave her any time at all. Kazuko sometimes took it hard, took it personally, but Mai wasn't the kind of wife who stayed at home while her own wife traversed the world. She was never alone, and with Mai at her side, she was reminded of why it was worth it in the first place.
Others, however, seemed to embrace her lifestyle choice. Even Suki admitted that it was more along the lines of how it worked on Kyoshi Island - leadership was won, not passed down. It was all about survival of the fittest, the strongest leading the weaker.
Kazuko wasn't sure if she thought of herself as the strongest. There were days when she thought that out of the whole world, she was the weakest of all. But these spells never lasted. Not like they used to, when she was younger. She had more reasons now to keep her head held high.
It got easier, though. She never thought it would, but it did. When they realised that she wasn't going to budge from the throne - or change her mind - it was almost like they got used to her, liked her, even. Maybe they thought of her as a strange novelty, or someone eccentric to humour, but if it meant that they listened to her, she decided to take it.
But time goes on. No moment stays still, no matter how happy or peaceful things are.
Throughout her years on the throne, between dodging daggers and loaded barbs from the mouths of politicians, Kazuko had kept her eyes open. With Mai at her side and advising her as well as guiding her, she kept her gaze open.
It was frustrating. Some small part of her wished she had kept the edict to the advisors and Mai only, for her people insisted on flocking to her at any given chance and prancing their children before her like they were prizes or slices of meat with the best selections. It was sad, and frustrating, and more than once Mai had to physically stop Kazuko from announcing the edict dissolved and that she was stepping down. It disgusted her that people would do this - would do anything short of selling their flesh and blood just for a chance at the throne.
"Why do they want it, anyway?" Kazuko snarled one day. "It's not luxurious at all. They don't see beyond the robes and gowns and gold. They're idiots, all of them."
Mai rolled her eyes in reply, and she knew that she had probably gone too far. But the sentiment behind it still stood. Even Mai knew that.
Iroh, who was starting to go blind by that point, spent most of his time in his apartments, occasionally going down to advise his fellow teamakers or visit with friends and family. Occasionally Kazuko would drift there, upending her basket of woes onto his lap to sort through and help her with. Iroh, being Iroh, took it with good cheer and many a proverb, but he always - always - left the final call to her. He never made any of her decisions for her.
Kazuko eventually wondered if she would ever make a choice. She wondered if she had made a mistake. She felt like a fool, like the Nation's biggest joke.
It wasn't until her thirteenth year on the throne that she found an answer.
Kazuko was dressed in plain clothes, a hood over her head and obscuring her features. She kept her hair down and her posture neutral. She wasn't in the village as Firelord; she was there to do some research.
Over the years, she had found herself doing this more and more often. When she was told of some trouble in her lands, she had to take it upon herself to investigate in person, rather than allow word of mouth to cloud her eyes. This visit was no different. She had heard from a governor that there was unrest in one of the fishing villages close to the capitol, and that if she didn't do something soon, there would be a revolt. She nodded, dismissed the meeting, and left Mai in charge, heading out that very day. She was positive that only Mai and Iroh - and their friends - knew that she did this. Still, she kept careful all the same. The last thing she wanted was to be found like this and accused of something.
And so far, she found that the rumours were true; the village was unhappy, and they were closed to rebellion. They were dreadfully poor despite being close to the capitol, and from the looks of it were horribly taxed for the very same reason. The entire place was full of quiet, simmering rage, and Kazuko's skin prickled as she walked through the place.
It was a chance moment, but a wayward blast of fire caught her attention. It came from one of the houses - literally. The ratty door burst open and a stream of fire arched from within. Kazuko lunged forward and threw herself into it, holding out her hands to catch it before it set flame to the rest of the brittle houses surrounding.
As the sparks faded, Kazuko could see the scene before her - and felt a clench in her gut.
Standing over a small figure was a tall, skinny man, looking worse for wear and furious. His fist was out and his body was held in a stance, and his other hand was poised and sparking for more. The sight of Kazuko stilled his hand.
At his feet cowered a girl, her arms covering her head, her lanky body covered in a patched shift that was now singed. Her own fingers were dusted with embers, but they didn't grow, nor did they look to do so any time soon. It was a defencive stance - she had no intention of fighting back.
It hurt. It hurt way too much. True, the circumstances were different - there was no crowd, no cheering, no ceremony. But the scene was still the same - a man who was supposed to be a father taking advantage of his child's soft heart and willingness to be good.
The father looked up, his eyes on Kazuko, who now stood close to the girl, her own hands out and ready. Her hood had fallen from her face, and her long hair was loose, but her features were the same. There was no other face in the Fire Nation like the Firelord's.
The man instantly prostrated, spluttering something about discipline and temper and last straws. Kazuko ignored him, instead kneeling before the girl and pulling her arms away gently. The girl looked up from beneath a curtain of deep brown hair, her eyes bronze and full. Upon her cheek was a scorch mark, one that would surely fade if seen to, but still - way too familiar.
"Firelord Kazuko," the girl whispered with fear, to shaken to kneel. Kazuko nodded, carefully checking the girl for further injuries before standing back up. The man rose up to his knees, looking fearful and resentful.
"Your daughter?" she asked shortly.
He nodded.
"Her crime?"
He hesitated, then spat it out. "She didn't get enough water for the well. We need that water. She is lazy and disrespectful. She needed to learn a lesson."
Kazuko nodded slowly. It was insane. Logic told her this. She didn't know anything about this family, didn't know the circumstances other than the town was on the brink of collapse. But for Kazuko, it was enough.
She knelt again before the girl, who was shaking and crying now silently. "What's your name?"
"Aditaya."
Kazuko raised her eyebrow. Old name, old meaning, meant for a boy. But here was a girl, and it seemed the name fit.
"Are you happy here?" Kazuko asked.
Aditaya was surprised, her eyes going wide. Her eyes flicked to her father, who was glaring openly, and she paled, unable to answer.
"Where is your mother? Do you have siblings?"
The girl shook her head. The father spoke up, "Her mother died during the war. Killed by a rebel. Left me with the kid ever since as a baby."
Kazuko considered; she had thought that Aditaya was younger due to her size, but apparently she was at least thirteen. In one move she stood, looming over the father with her hands on her hips. "Know that I am here for a reason," she said calmly. "I have heard the turmoil of this village and feel for you. Indeed it will not be ignored. It is why I am here personally."
She leaned down, her face inches from his. She smiled, baring her teeth at him. "But poverty and frustration do not give you the right to abuse your children. You are not fit for this child. I am taking her with me, in exchange for your silence."
The man choked on his words, and Kazuko's eyes narrowed. "She is of no use to you, yes? You find her a burden, a target? An extra mouth to feed? I will relieve you of our burden and you will never speak of this to anyone, ever. Or I will have you charged and put away where other men just like you rot." And she paused, letting that sink in, letting the entire meaning permeate over him. "Yes?"
Slowly, the man nodded. "Yes."
Done with him, Kazuko knelt back in front of the girl who, to her surpise, looked wary and miserable. "Aditaya, would you like to come with me? I need your insight into the needs of this village. You will live at the Palace while you help me, of course. In exchange we will help each other. Does that sound fair?"
Aditaya stared at the Firelord, her face a mix of emotion, her eyes full of intelligence and insight. Slowly, she nodded. "Yes," she agreed. "It sounds fair."
Kazuko stood and held out a hand. Aditaya followed suit, cast one look at her father - one, she saw, was full of hate - before taking the hand offered to her.
It was a start.