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Avatar and Alien mix.
Personal head-canon, before Grace Augustine came to Pandora, she was working with another colonist project. Prior to Pandora, she was known as Warrant Officer Ellen Ripley.
The reason she loves that Navi is because unlike the Xenomorphs, they don’t try to impregnate you with chest bursters. Nor do they have acid blood.
Background:
In Alien 3, Ripley kills herself because she was “pregnant” with the Xenomorph queen. But later in Alien: Resurrection (1997) she was cloned so the company could extract the Xenomorph queen from within her. The cloning was done after a thousand or so years after her actual death.
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The Accursed Crown
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Chapter 21: Won't You?
You can still clearly remember how it felt when you held her for the first time. She was so small back then, you were so worried that she wouldn’t make it when she wouldn’t take to the wetnurse, yet, despite not being fed for over twenty four hours, her voice remained strong.
Maybe that’s why her voice is hoarse and raspy now, she must have damaged her vocal cords.
She was such a kind child. Those first five years, though minus breast milk, were fond years. She was so small, even as a child, you could easily hold her in one hand.
You rarely had to leave her side, every milestone you were right beside her. Trying to fully provide the thing you wanted growing up.
Stability and a bit of praise.
While raising her, you had hoped you were doing, at least, a decent job. Rather than a typical princess, where their main purpose was to bear children, you molded a leader. Someone who knows what to do and when to do it. Someone who the entire nation could depend on.
You had hoped, even prayed, for her to be a great leader. You taught everything you knew very early on so she would excel in her studies and at the academy(which she did.) People rarely remember their childhood so what was the problem in training her during her least memorable moments? You taught her then so she would have a more enjoyable time now, where she doesn’t have to run back to the archives to name and define battle strategies or influential leaders of the past.
Your dream that manifested within the first few days of being with her was that she would rule above all and surpas any challenges. You wanted to see her make this world a better place.
But as you watch her now, not even sparing a glance at the men and women that had aided her during her siege, worry began to spread.
Azula had just came back from her first siege. The fleet that was under her command lagged behind her as she took proud steps down the dock. Her eyes scanned over the musicians, the performers, the soldiers, the officers, and even her own family. All in search of you.
When she finally caught your gaze, her stoic face morphed into a smile.
Your hands clenched behind your back. You won’t give up on her, she’s still young and impressionable. It’s not too late to guide her towards the right path… right?
She sent a satisfied nod your way before facing the crowd. Her fist raised high as the people cheered.
You took a deep breath before schooling your features.
She’s still young, there’s still time.
After the welcoming ceremony had commenced, you found yourself in the garden. The cool breeze hitting your face after a night of a crowded banquet.
You lean on the stone railing as you relaxed, your shoulders sagged. These peaceful moments were hard for you to come by. Where it’s just you and the sky. Be it light or dark, you loved the sky. Clouds were just an added bonus.
If only you could fly, to know what it feel like to dive and feel the clouds.
You cherish every moment of your lone tranquility.
Because-
“I’ve been looking for you.”
they never last long.
And you knew that voice.
Straightening your back once more, you turned to greet her highness.
Princess Ursa.
She smiled at you, but it wasn’t the one you were used to. Previously, when interacting with you, she always lacked the fear most were instilled with, nor the respect the rest gained.
On this lovely night, you saw a sight you haven’t seen in quite some time.
With trembling fingers, she reached for you. Her hands clutching onto your sleeves as she looked up at you with pleading eyes. Similar to a fish on land, her mouth opened and closed.
It was finally her at the other end. The sight should have brought you joy but it didn’t. If anything, it brought you confusion, and dare I say, a bit of worry.
Has she gone pregnant again? Was she expected to be pregnant again? Or was it Zuko’s turn to go on a siege? Your mind becomes a whirlwind of thoughts as she keeps trembling.
Finally, you heard something. “… you… please… with me-” you couldn’t quite catch what she was trying to say. She was mumbling over her words and slurring them out.
You scrunch your eyebrows, you are not a patient person and you will not be playing along with her pathetic display.
You shrugged her hands off and took a step back. “Your highness,” if she wanted comfort, she came to the wrong person, “as the mother of our nation, you mustn't mumble.”
There was a hint of betrayal that flashed in her eyes as you said those words. Now that brought you satisfaction. Her gaping mouth finally closed as she took a breath, why she was out of breath, you were not sure. With the step you took, she steadied herself on her own.
You didn’t know she was capable of such a thing.
With her posture now matching yours, she finally became coherent. “Six,” she called out to you, “you have been my closest aid and partner since the day we met. Throughout your early life within this palace walls, it was I that stood beside you, guided you, comforted you, and shown you affection… They say the home is where love lies. Please speak if I’m mistaken but you are mine as much as I yours.” She took a step towards you, “So won’t you stay by my side till the end?” one step closer, “Won’t you let me bask in your warmth?” closer, “Let me touch and feel you?” her hands grip yours as she looks into your eyes, “Etch your name on my heart and hold me even in my dreams?”
The moon’s glow illuminates her smile. There is no doubt in her eyes as she spoke.
“Take me as yours and let’s leave all our hardship within these blasted walls.”
“Once I kill the Fire Lord, will you run away with me?”
“Let’s leave this place… together.”
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Chapter 20
While Azula was away for her first mission, you were tasked to continue on with Zuko’s training.
It has been well over fourteen years since your life within the palace. And within that fourteen years, there weren’t many occurrences where you were left with the young prince one on one. Even when he was a baby, there were only a handful of times where Princess Ursa would leave him alone with you.
Twice where you had to put him to sleep when his mother was in the process of… conceiving the princess. Once when he was around the age of 8 when he asked for morning training( and that only lasted for a day when Azula demanded to join.)
Despite being siblings, the two had more differences than similarities. You thought it was due to their separate upbringing. While he was raised primarily by his mother, his sister was cared for by you.
You don’t want to question his majesty or his highness but maybe… they may have made a misguided decision on making you the princess’s main caretaker.
Granted, the circumstances were not ideal for such decisions. With how princess Ursa’s refusal to let the child feed from her, the sudden fire bending which burned her during the delivery, the heated discussion between the parents, and the young prince’s wails, there just wasn’t much room to mull over decisions. Of course they would levitate to the first solution that presented itself.
Granted, you did try your best.
But that hasn’t been enough these past couple years.
You did everything you could to make her as strong if not better than you. You were present in every training session, combat and bending, academic and strategic lessons. Till she was ten, you were right beside her.
Ten was the age where the camp and the Fire Lord had concluded to be the proper age to start being independent. Similar to how your training ended at 10, you had let her loose. Normally, instructors give their trainees up to two years to either train on their own and fight them or to accomplish a noteworthy achievement.
She’s already 12. Time seemed to have flown by.
‘I hope she took my words to heart…’ you felt the wound on your shoulder throb.
The siege she shadowed you on didn’t end as well as you hoped. If it went the way you wanted, you would have preferred to stay out of the number of casualties.
“Morning, Zero!” You spot prince Zuko running towards you, dressed in his training attire.
“Good Morning, Prince Zuko.” .
He grimaced at your greeting, you wondered if you had somehow offended him. “Um, you can just call me by name, you know.” He cleared his throat.
“Is that what you want?” You ask, watching him rub his wrist before sending a smile your way.
“Yes!… sorry.” He apologised for his sudden outburst, “It’s-you’ve been with us for as long as I could remember so… I just didn’t see a reason to be so formal, you’re practically family.”
You watch him fidget with his cuffs, looking anywhere but your eyes as his lips pressed a firm line. If it was Azula in his stead, she would have stood straight, holding your gaze in an almost challenging manner.
Just like how you have taught her.
When you nodded at his request, you see him smile at you.
Your prince was a strange one.
Though there were countless differences between him and the one you serve, you couldn’t will yourself to bring them into words. With no further adieu, you started his training.
Durring your duel, you assessed him. Compared to his sister, he is more suited for the defensive side, not quite at her level but not bad seeing that he had a later start. You brought your hand up for an attack when he parried it with a slight shift of his leg. His feet dragging back on the dirt at the force of your attack.
He needs more strength training.
Though it is commendable.
How could he, the little child that resembled so much of a maggot, grow so big? He was nothing but a bag of flesh that would wiggle around and pull at your hair. And now, he’s sending blasts of fire one after the other, parrying your attacks and even landing one or two of his own.
You tilt your head just in time to dodge his elbow.
… she would have gone for a kick instead.
As you dodged and weaved around his attacks, you couldn’t seem to keep her off your mind.
Every kick, every step, and even their breaths, you couldn’t help but compare the two. And how could you not?
You were too used to her near perfect forms, her almost obsessive attachment to victory, and the way she’s so willing to soak up anything that involves bending and power.
While, yes, anyone with eyes can see the prince’s eagerness to learn and improve. It’s just not the same. He doesn’t get frustrated to the point of tears or violent outbursts. He doesn’t train behind your back to master a technique just to impress you. He doesn’t make snide remarks whenever your training is cut short. He doesn’t distract you from looking at the princess when she lingers for too long. Nor does he mock her whenever she requests your audience.
This is pointless.
Zuko isn’t Azula.
Nor is he like her.
Between the two, it is clear who will succeed the throne.
No matter how much he trained, it was too late. He lost his birthright the moment Azula was born.
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Chapter 19
She didn’t feel as though she was deserving of the praises. They have successfully taken over the land and have completed their mission. With less than twenty percent casualties, they had taken down the enemy fleet rather quickly.
People say that as long as you come back from war living and breathing, it is a victory. Yet to her, it felt far from it. In fact, she felt humiliated.
Due to her negligence, not only was she seen frozen in the ground, you had to step in to save her from being impaled. There will be yet another scar that will now linger on your body. This one wasn’t even her doing. Not directly at least.
It was an accident.
On her part.
Worst of all, since the day her vision got blurred by your blood, each night she spent having nightmares of you being killed. Be it by accident or by someone, you always ended up dying in her arms. She’s tired of waking up in a cold sweat, she’s tired of seeing your mangled body every time she closes her eyes.
She’s tired.
Letting out a sigh, she looked at the dock. Servants running around like headless chickens, filling her boat with crates and barrels. Shortly after she came back from “observing” your battle against the Earth kingdom. She got her first, this time official, assignment.
Though rather than a battle against fully trained and armed soldiers, she will be facing peasant born villagers. It was a siege. A little village in the corner of their world map. An island that exists between the Earth and Water nations.
An insignificant plot of land, though it made a perfect playground for her. A safe place to make mistakes, though she had no plans on doing so.
Walking down the stairs, she drew near the dock where you stood. Personally, making sure she had everything she needed. From daily change of clothes to meals and supplies. As someone who went to countless battles and field training, who knows better to bring what kinds of equipment other than you?
“Will you be seeing me off?” She stood beside you as you checked off a list. You looked better when you weren’t covered in blood.
“Yes, I will, Princess.” You nodded, your gaze still on the paper, pencil in hand marking off each section. “I believe you will emerge victorious in your first battle.” You sounded better when you weren’t choking or gurgeling.
“Well, of course. Could you expect anything else?” She smiled, “Though, you could hardly call this a battle. The village has a mix of both earth and water benders, and seeing as most masters prefer being amongst their kind, I can’t imagine any of the villagers being proficient enough to be considered a threat.”
“Still, it is never wise to underestimate your opponent.” You handed your pencil to a passing maid before setting the marked papers ablaze. The gray ash flys with the wind as you spoke, “Killing takes a toll on your mental psyche. If possible, try to do it quickly.” You turned to her, holding her gaze but you didn’t lean down. “Don’t let them speak, don’t see them as people, once they open their mouth and start talking about their life, it makes it harder for you to end them.”
She feels your hand squeeze her shoulder, “The faster you get rid of them the better. Keep conversations short and eye contact shorter.”
Nodding to what you said, she thought back to the battle. Since it was war, who has the time to carelessly chat with the enemy? Other than to interrogate, why talk to them at all? There must be someone that’s on your mind for you to say such cryptic things.
Must be someone you had to kill back at the camp.
“Don’t worry. Talking over tea wasn’t part of the itinerary anyway.” With a wave of her hand, she began walking forward. What you said was true, she had no issue in doing away with random soldiers but the mere thought of loosing you grips at her heart. Clearing her throat, she changed the topic. “It’s time to board the ship, is there anything that you would like to give me?”
She watched you think something over, something akin to a mental battle with yourself as your shoulder sagged. You kneeled down before pressing your lips on her right cheek. “Don’t people usually kiss both?”
Her eyebrow rose when you shook your head. “I’ll kiss the other one when you come back.” She noticed your eyes soften ever so slightly. Nothing too revealing but to her, for someone who had spent the better part of her life being beside you, she could tell. It was clear enough.
Hiding her joy with a scoff, she crossed her arms, “I’m not a child who needs motivation, you know? But, I guess it won’t hurt to play along.” She copied what you did, leaving a peck on your cheek, “I’ll kiss the other one when you welcome me back.”
You went rigid before giving her a nod.
True to your words, you stood with her till she set sail. Though no more words were exchanged.
I'm going plane.
Hello!!! I just wanted to say I'm a huge fan of The Accursed Crown and you've inspired me to want to write my own fanfictions. I was wondering, how did you figure out how to write Azula's personality so perfectly?
Honestly, I just made a word scramble and wrote down 10 words that resonates with her the most(in my opinion).
It’s also good to pre plan your story and make bulled points that lead from start to finish.
I don’t know if this helped or not, kid you not I have been comatose the past couple week or two lmao. Hence why I couldn’t update.
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Chapter 18
Her fist clenched in rhythm.
Staring ahead at the ongoing battle, Azula couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from you.
The mountains surrounding the battle field was that of a giant pot. Mountains high with no trees in sight, a simple plane land with nothing but grass and weed. Within the overgrown hollow, stood you, leading the soldiers as you all fought, while she, the princess, stood at base, in a village of tents and supplies surrounded by the tacticians and elderly.
Weaving around the rocks and boulders that are sent your away, she tapped her foot, impatiently waiting for your victory.
The plane lad that was riddled with pink and blues of flowers and plant now splattered with blood or scorched by flames. And true to her judgement, those rookie men she saw flailing at the deck laid their drowning in their blood. They didn't make good soldiers anyway.
Well, at least they'll make good fertilizer.
Her lips twitched.
There were hardly anyone worth watching, none were as graceful as you or as masterful.
Her eyes then moved to the old men that sat around the table with liquor in hand. Compared to them, you were of higher rank, so why was it that you were there on the field, getting your hands dirty -and to their knowledge, risking your life- while they, the subordinate ate cut fruit and drinking to their hearts content.
"Princess, why don't you sit down and enjoy the show? There's no need to worry, everything is all under the Major's control." A balding man with twice the recommended amount of forehead spoke. Letting out a bellowing laughter as her face redden from his intake.
Pigs. That's what sat before her. Filling her ears with nonsense as they ate and drank.
"That's Princess Azula to you, Captain Lou. I'll be sure to notify my father of your disrespect and attempted fraternization." She paid no mind to the panicked apology. There is only one person who could speak so…
She lets out a sigh. "You are dismissed. Captain."
The chattering died down after that. They even did away with their mess, how wonderful. There was finally some comforting silence in the room(rather than a room it was more of section of the land that was blocked off by cloth and sheets.)
Her observation continued. Watching you as you broke through the Earth Kingdom's defenses. Burning and slicing, forcing your way through, breaking their formation as you go.
It looked easy enough, she'd seen enough already to depict who was an earth bender with how they moved.
And, the battle is nearing its end. At least half of the enemy forces has been taken down within the first hour. It is more than ideal time for her to join in on the fun.
Besides, the ground cracks before anything happens.
She just has to be observant.
Rolling her shoulders, she prepared to descend the mountain. Her armor hugging her form as she stretched. Without a moment to spare, she ran before propelling herself with her fire. Her aim locked in on you as she flew. With her knees tucked in, her arms fully extended back shooting continuous blasts of blue flames as she soared.
Once high enough, she changed her angle. In a perfect forty five degree, she shot down.
Landing just a bit of distance in front of you on a group of earth kingdom soldiers. The armor on their backs melted as she landed, the men being sent forward from the blast.
The bewildered look on your face was worth the dirt that covered her. Sending a smile your way, she ran forward. This is the perfect opportunity for her to show everyone how great she was. The word of her power shall spread like wild fire, her grandfather and father will surely make her the heir, she will be the next Fire Lord. Those who try to take you will see just who stood behind you.
And her mother, well, she could rot for all she cares. But you? You'll have a piece of mind knowing what a great job you did in raising and training her. Then all you would need to worry about is how to better spend your time off. What to do when all the need to outshine others is not a necessity. You'll be free like the birds you admire. Live with pride like the phoenix you wear.
And best of all, she can be the one to take care of you.
Her smile broadened at the thought. Once she gets rid of all the shackles that weigh you down, you'll be back to normal. You'll smile and laugh again, hug and kiss her, cook for her and more.
Condensing her fire to a singular point, she shot at the earth benders. Flakes of blood dusted her cheeks as she smiled on. Aiming at the center of the body. Keeping her chin low as to better focus on the opponent. Dodging from side to side rather than jumps and ducking for better evasion. Never locking joints for sudden and sporadic movements. And making sure her heart and breathing are steady. Just like how you taught her all those years ago.
Before she knew it, she had made a small clearing. Sweat dribbled down her head as she took slow steady breaths. Her stance still in that of an offensive one as she took in her surrounding.
Bodies scattered across the burning plane. Ash and sooth rained down, black and red powder like substance tainted her skin. The heat now only nipped at her as she looked around. Her stance easing up only when she noticed that both nations' soldiers stood clear of her.
She was quite a bit away from the main group. The only ones near her were either corpses of maimed men. Groans filled her ears as a cough ripped through her throat.
Must be due to the filth she was breathing in. For a moment she wondered just how many she had accidentally inhaled. Licking her now very dry and ashy lips, she tried to spot you.
She will admit.
That was a stupid mistake.
She. amongst most of the Fire Nation denizens are fire benders. Any wound they inflict cauterises the wound and or either burns it. There is no liquid involved, they are the ones coming out victorious.
Meaning, she should not be seeing blood at this moment.
Her rear hit the ground. Rather than seeing the blood it was more so feel. Warm sticky liquid splattered across her face. Palms scraping against the rubble as she looked ahead.
Due to adrenaline, one wouldn't feel pain after getting stabbed. Maybe some pressure and maybe some heat in the area, but pain? Not so much.
But she hasn't felt either or. With her warm yet dirtied hands, she wiped at her eyes.
Smearing the rich red across her face, spreading it as she felt the smallest drop roll down the side of her cheek down to her chin.
She heard fire roar ahead, just a few steps from her yet she still couldn't see.
The blood got into her eyes. The world looked as though she was looking through a red stained window. Her eyelids felt sticky, she wanted to keep rubbing at her eyes but she couldn't bring herself to.
Both her words and breath got caught in her throat. She tried to gasp for air but couldn't.
A long spike poked through where she stood just moments before. Blood ran down it like river as you took ragged breaths. Your hand still outstretched, still holding onto the face of the earth bender that had tried attacking her. The man's head crumbled as his headless body fell with a loud thud. Gray blackish ash blew in the wind as they escaped through the space between your fingers.
She sat there frozen as you broke the spike with a grunt, the fight still ongoing behind you. The wound on your cheek was now covered in the ash of the war as you spoke, "Don't get distracted, A-" You let out a cough, "... Princess."
She watched you as you plunged two fingers deep into the bleeding hole that now decorated your left shoulder.
She had spend the better part of her day in this war, both as a spectator and as a participant. The smell of burning flesh or the raw rich aroma of blood did not phase her. But yours were different. It made her sick.
With another grunt, you pulled your fingers out. The scent of burnt flesh was stronger now.
Even when you left her behind the formation in favor of advancing into the enemy line, the smell lingered. Only when the horns of victory were blown did she found herself still seated on the ground. Her hair out of sorts, armor covered in dust and flakes of blood and flesh, her face covered in now dry blood.
She fisted at the ground below her.
Those barbaric savage earth benders. How dare they humiliate her like this? How dare they spill your blood? On her. She bit her lip, your blood mixed with yours as she seethed.
They had no place in the world she wished to establish. She'll get rid of them one way or another.
She now understands how Zhoa must have felt when he was beaten by that water bender.
Maybe another cleansing is in order.
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English is not my first language so there might be some misspells and grammar mistakes and I didn’t have time to go over them on this chapter. Sorry about that.
When it comes to the other nations, she hadn’t got much of an impression.
Within the four elements, Fire is superior. Unlike water and earth, they can conjure up their own element.
Waterbenders are the cheap replica that didn’t quite get the memo. They are underdeveloped, uncivilised and unwilling to grow and adapt. And, from what they send for their representatives, they can be rather loud and emotional. They had no etiquette, complete fools, that’s what they were.
As for the Air Nomads, well, there is nothing to be said. If they were any powerful, maybe they would have survived long enough for her to meet one. It has been almost a hundred years since they were eradicated. What was that word her father used?
Ethnic cleansing.
Yes, that’s the one. They even had the avatar amongst their numbers yet they still failed. It simply goes to show who was the most inferior.
She couldn’t help but let out a hum, her eyes focused on the metal deck and large body of water. The ship swayed from left to right, providing her a rather entertaining view of the new soldiers toppling over one another. They wouldn’t be able to bend from how unstable they are, much less light a candle.
She tapped her finger on the table.
Her current destination was one of their Eastern borders where a relatively large unit of Earth Kingdom soldiers were trying to “take back what they lost.”
Her rigorous training regiment seemed to have paid off as her grandfather and father had finally taken notice of her greatness. They now know just how far she has come. And as a reward to her achievements, and to further add on to the improvements, she will be accompanying you on your assignment.
She felt her eyebrow twitch.
They say it's best to learn from experience but… her first ever time being on the field is when they are against a hoard of earthbenders. Benders which she has no experience in fighting.
She was not worried. She was annoyed.
Yes, she was adamant in being able to fight alongside you but even Zuko knows that property preparations prior to a battle is crucial. And this is not just any battle, this is a war. Fight back to back against undisclosed amounts of opponents.
There is no such thing as a perfect plan and certainly no one knows for certain what exactly would transpire. Especially in a war. Her grandfather did send enough soldiers so the ration would be one against three, favour tipping towards the fire nation. But just as there are master firebender there could be master earth benders. And those very same rookie soldiers and officers that failed to stand straight on the rocking boat could and would fail to stand against the rock chuckers.
She has read countless reports of greenies running away or immediately going into the fetal position.
She’d seen a water bender fight, they had a more fluid motion, passive compared to theirs. From what she has observed from the duel between the chieftain and Zhao, she could at least be able to predict what and how they move, to an extent.
But, as her current opponent, the Earth Kingdom, she has not faced, much less interacted with an earth bender. Though she wouldn’t just interact with anyone.
She clicked her tongue before resting her chin on her fist. Her finger still tapping and her brow still twitching.
This would be the first step towards her goal. With this battle, she will make sure her name echoes through the skies and seas, so everyone would know just who will be ruling them.
This will be her debut.
And if any of her soldiers were to dare to even step foot out of formation, she’ll be sure to snuff out their flames. If they are so afraid of the enemy that they are willing to abandon their posts, she simply needs them to fear her more. She will not be embarrassed on this field, not by her own troops, and especially not in front of you.
Believing that she gave you and the company commanders ample time to brief over your plan, she slammed her hand on the table before jumping off her chair in search of you.
Though she knows that she will not have a major role in this battle, since she was sent here to simply observe, she can fight if need be. You still needed to be promoted to general.
When she made it to the metal door, she didn’t waste her time knocking before simply walking in. Upon seeing her, the occupants of the rooms greeted her with a bow.
“Tell me, Major. How long till we hit land?”
You kept your head down along with the others, “Not long, Princess. We shall be docked within the hour.”
She let out a hum, tilting her head just a bit before walking closer to you. “You all are dismissed, go back to your stations. I would like to talk to the Major, in private.”
She kept her hands behind her back while the older men walked out. Once she heard the metal door close shut, she asked you to kneel.
You did as you were told. Your fist and knee connected to the floor, your gaze still swam low.
Now, it was her who looked down at you. She pushed a loose strand away from your face, lifting your chin up like how you used to when she was younger, she noticed your lips spasm.
She kept her hand on your jaw as she looked at the bandage on your cheek. With her free hand, she ripped it off. There, on the apple of your cheek, laid a mark that now perfectly fit her palm. Your number just barely peaked from under it.
“I think it’s been long enough, don’t you think so?” She didn’t want the burn to fully heal, just let it scar over it a bit. “Why so quiet, Major? Worried that you might fail now that I’m here?” She smiled, her thumb grazing over the burn, testing out the texture of the skin.
She notices you bite back a hiss at her gentle probing, “No, Princess. This should be a low casualty mission compared to my prior assignments. The Fire Lord would not have permitted your presence if it weren’t so.”
She lets out a sigh, it’s just not the same. She picked at the flaking skin around the discoloration. Maybe she was too brash in calling in the palace doctor, maybe she should have waited a bit before getting it treated. Or, getting it treated was the fally. Getting the burn infected would have given a different outcome. And for bonus, she could have had an excuse to look after you for a bit.
The hand that held your face remained, her pointer finger extending while dragging her nail under your chin. The side of her finger dipping along the valley of the bone of your jaw.
She could feel your heartbeat spike up, just at her fingertip.
Yet you still didn’t look up.
Strange.
Why won’t you look at her?
Despite your beating heart, you still remained stoic.
The grip on you tightened. You’re at it again, aren't you?
She bit the inside of her cheek. Does she have to hurt you to get a reaction? Are pained expressions all she’s going to get?
Her hand twitched once, twice, and thrice.
Why are you being so difficult?
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Chapter 16: Back Again
She has to admit.
You looked rather weird without those familiar burns. She misses the comfort it brought her when she would mindlessly touch them, running her fingers along the bumps and grooves and the luster-like shine the skin had, the patches of lighter shade contrasting against your skin, making you stand out even more. And now, you looked rather… plain.
Fortunately, you still had your number. Though your skin looked rather loose?
All in all, she felt conflicted. Despite her initial shock, a part of her felt peeved, annoyed that you allowed some peasant to completely change what she grew up knowing, saddened to be ripped away from her comfort.
But when she saw you with your healed hands, touching everything in sight, patting her hair, feeling the silk she wore, touching and pinching her cheek ever so lightly, she was glad to see you look more… healthy.
But she wonders, had the girl also erased her burn? Or just the visible ones.
Shifting her weight to her right foot, she looked at the culprit of her mixed emotions.
Unaware of the eyes that stared at her, Yue nervously fidgeted with her hands. A worried look plastered on her face as she, along with the fire nation, spectated the duel between her father and the lieutenant acting guide, Zhao.
Their battle was coming to a halt. It seems that the tides were in the water tribe’s favor. How funny is that? Though as expected, if they were to take this duel (or the water tribe) seriously, they would have sent someone more skilled. Someone like you and her, obviously.
The supposed trainer of her’s was on one knee. Laboured breaths escaped as he tried, and failed, catching his breath. Making the very same mistakes he corrected her brother on.
Her gaze then drifted off to you. You, who were far too busy to pay attention to the victory of the water tribe, feeling at the rich, polished wooden railings. What was so great about touching wood with a couple of designs engraved on it? Does the texture really differ from how you remember it to be? How long ago did you lose feeling in those palms?
When you touched her hair and cheek, were they as soft as you expected them to be? Her own hand goes to touch her hair, twirling it around her finger as she looks down at it.
Black, like many that still have hair, is a rather common color, especially in the fire nation. Her eyes then go back to your hands as they run along the carvings within the log, fingers tracing the grooves in an attempt to memorise. Her own fingers copying the motion on her loose strands. Her hair is soft and straight, no split ends or scrunched-up curls, no sun damage or burns. Her hair is even toned, rich black, and silk soft.
She then touched her cheek.
It's as soft as it’s supposed to be. She’s not some peasant who has to work under the harsh sun every day nor work in the mines covered in dust and grime. As someone deserving of her rank, and access to the best skin oils and protection, every inch of her skin is fair and soft. Just as it is supposed to be. No impurities or over the top scarring.
Any wounds she may attain are quick to be cured and healed with the nation’s best and most effective of medicines and ointments.
Her lips formed a thin line as her eyes shifted just in time to see Zhao receiving a heavy kick to the face. The man was knocked out, it seemed her ex trainer has lost. The moment his body fell, her father, and the fire lord left.
“Father!”
The shrill voice snapped her attention back to the water girl. Yue ran to her father, her arms outstretched and a smile on her face. Her eyes brimming with tears yet gleeful as she was lifted into the air.
“Ah, my little princess!” It was her first time seeing the water tribe chieftain smile. He spun with his daughter as he laughed.
Boisterous and loud.
Nothing akin to a noble.
Though…
My little princess.
She couldn’t help but let out a hum at that.
The water tribes have some rather interesting customs. Seems as though referring to others by their rank or birth right is a form of adoration. The line between the ones they respect and fancy are a bit faded compared to her own.
With the fire nation, family members refer to each other by name or familiar titles like mother, father, and so on. While referring to those who have superior power, they use both rank and name in that order. So if for family its given names, for hierarchy its rank and name, so… it would leave titles for non blood ties.
It’s a form of endearment. She concluded.
“Azula, would you like to head back?”
Your voice snapped her out of her thoughts. She felt your hand gently pat her head, the palm sliding from the top of her head to her nape.
They were softer than what she grew up with. Without those old familiar lumps, it felt alien. As if someone else was touching her. If she were deep into her thoughts, then that would have been what she believed. But she knew better. Other than you, there is one who will touch her so carelessly.
“Azula?” You called out to her once more, a slip of worry laced with your tone.
Worry.
She lifts her head to look at you.
Despite the tone, you looked neutral. As if you were taking a stroll around the garden. As if it were a day like any other.
Sending a smile your way, she ushered you closer. “From now on, you are to call me by my rightful title. I am your princess. Right, Major?”
“Right… princess.”
Her brow twitched.
Why haven’t you smiled back at her? At the very least, why haven’t your brows furrowed with concern? This must be that pesky woman’s doing. She held back a groan.
She looked into your eyes. They looked like the eyes of a dead fish or a servant’s. She didn’t like that look on you. It’s been so long since she last saw any trace of an emotion.
Positive or negative be damned. She needed a reaction, any would do.
She missed the life and glint your eyes had.
“Major, I don’t want you moving a single muscle. You got that?”
Her hand reached over to you, standing up on her toes with open arms, she cupped your cheek.
Anyone who has ever crossed paths with you always seems to try and steal you away from her. Her mother, her father, her brother, and even her grandfather, and now, from some low life village came a princess. Whenever the act of thievery is prevented, she loses a piece of you.
Her mother had already drained you, and now, all she had was a husk. A familiar, comforting shell. But that girl just had to come and take away your scars.
Her thumb gently caresses the number on your cheek.
It was her fault. Simply being good at bending won’t cut it. She may have the skills but she needs power, authority, and money. She needs undisputable power that could quake the knees of anyone who crosses her.
Other than the higher deity, there is only one who comes to mind who fit that criteria.
Her flame roars to life. Her palm ever so slowly growing hotter and hotter.
Cooking the delicate flesh within her grasp.
She needs to ascend to the throne.
She will be Fire Lord. And maybe then, the petty little thieves will think twice before trying to do anything funny ever again.
A small tear sizzles away.
There, after so long, something.
That expression may squeeze at her heart but finally, you reacted.
You tried to step away but she held you still. With her hand still burning herself onto you, the other held onto your collar.
She stepped closer as she pulled you down further.
The others may have torn you apart but she will bring you back. She will make you whole.
Bit by bit, piece by piece, and burn after burn. She’ll bring you back.
She’ll make you feel everything, from pain to joy.
For now, all she can offer is pain. So please take it.
Be selfish for once and take everything she has to offer.
Note: I originally planned to have Yue and Azula duel but because I was listening to music and blacked out, this is what you get... So, how we feeling?
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Chapter 15: Thief
One thing Azula hated most were thieves.
Unfortunate souls who could not get a proper grasp on life, stealing from others around them. The scum of the world, pathetic weaklings deserving nothing but waste and scrap.
As a princess, she had her fair share of encounters with thieves. Petty little servants worming their way through the cracks and ending up in her chambers. Not knowing that they will soon be caught red handed when they’re elbow deep in her treasury. They even had the gall to wear her jewelry, parading around as if they stumbled up to a gold mine.
She has no tolerance for those who steal. Especially if they take what is hers.
Especially if they are some petty brat from a primitive nation that still uses huts and wooden boats. No engineers, no notable achievements, no nothing. Beggars who survive off of what little they manage to hunt and bits of ice.
Scavengers, that’s what they are.
From the moment she got word that those water fleas would be coming to their palace, she was against it. Honestly, what was her grandfather thinking? Letting these peasants inside their palace. Allowing their poor polished floors be sullied by the mud and grime they track in.
She burned those lowlives who stole from her, at least they made some nice dummies for her to blow off some steam. A healthy way for her to manage her anger.
A productive way for her to channel her emotions to make sure she’s under control.
For the past month or so, it was a great way for her to train and maintain peace within her mind. Though, as she looked at the low life carelessly touching you.
Oh if she could treat her like how she treated those who stole from her, it would have been grand. Those filthy hands that grab at her belongings should burn like the cinders. Cracked, smoking, and hot.
‘Having a proper outlet for strong emotions will help you in maintaining a cool head in battle’
Your word rang in her head like a mantra. She couldn’t possibly attack her without repercussions, Yue may be from a back wash nation but she is a princess nonetheless. Maybe challenge her to an Agni Kai? No, she’s not fire nation nor is she worth such an honour.
Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes.
Yue currently had her hands placed over your cheek and neck, where the most notable of scars lay. One from the brand and one from the very first offence Princess Ursa had committed where you had to burn off.
A ball of blue danced on the palm of her hands when she took aim.
Azula knows she can’t possibly harm the great Northern Tribe’s little Princess, so she curls her finger just so her fire would graze ever so slightly against Yue.
An audible click of the tongue was heard when you dove to save the water girl. Your hand on the back of her head, protectively pulling her closer to your chest to better dodge any more possible “attacks.”
Deducting that her acting skills might need a bit more work, she clasped her hands together. “Oops, I’m sorry, my hand slipped.” Azula tilted her head ever so cutely, feigning innocence.
Her eyes remained on Yue. If she has a working brain, she should know to play along. An open hostility towards their host nation won’t bode too well, especially if they want their negotiations to go well.
She unclasped her hands when she saw you help the water girl up. When she got a closer look at you, she noticed that your skin seemed to be looser? Walking up to you, she got a better look. The branded scar on your cheek was healed, the skin looked even and smooth. That’s a first. Though the tattooed number remained intact. And that large scar in your neck was also missing, replaced by smooth skin. The hands that released Yue were quick to be snatched by her, she inspected your palms and only then did she notice the lack of those signature calluses and wounds that littered your hands. The very wounds she used to trace and play with when she was younger.
She let go of your hands before dismissing you, sending you off to fetch beverages for their esteemed guest. How dare she modify you without informing her. Just because you’re a princess doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want.
She watched Yue fidget under her gaze, although she’s taller and older than her, nothing but a simple angling of the head can’t fix.
“I don’t know about you but I’m famished.” When you came back with a tray in hand, she smiled at the girl, “Well? The tea isn’t going to pour itself now is it?”
Yue wouldn't be able to defy her. They are in their territory and they are the ones looking for appeasement, they are the ones who are looking for financial stability. When she saw Yue nod, she couldn’t help but smile as if a weight had been taken off of her.
Good. The water tribe’s princess wasn’t a fool.
Though, she wasn’t the wisest. One should never try to appease the aggressor. But she doesn’t need to know that.
Yue kept her head down as she raised the cup to her, offering the tea. Keeping her smile on, she brought her hand to raise it, only for glass to shatter and hot tea to spill.
“Oops, my hand seemed to have slipped once more.” The rich brown stained the white and blue of the princess’s dress. “Pour me another.” Lifting her empty —waiting hand— she smiled.
The grimace she was rewarded with was quite satisfactory. She waited for the second pour and like before, her hand “slipped.” She heard the lid of the teapot rattle from how her hands shook. Despite being able to follow her father around for political affairs, she’s no good at masking her emotions it seems.
The corner of her mouth twitched. She was enjoying this.
Though, sparing you a glance, she lets out a huff. “Geez, you’re no good at this at all, Princess Yue. In any case, why don’t you use your bending to clean this mess.” She lazily gestured to the spilled tea and shards of glass littered across the grounds.
“But, since my purpose wasn’t to come here to humiliate you–” at first, “It appears that your father’s plea may come to fruition—” there was a hopeful gleam in her eyes at her words, and she was about to crush it. “If he manages to win the duel to show his worth.”
She watches Yue try to suppress her tears, her lips trembling and brows furrowed.
From what her father had told her, the water tribesman would be going against Zhao. Although he is the lowest ranking soldier that is within her circle, he did manage to land a position as their trainer. He must have some skill if he can, allegedly, fill your position. And your position is nothing to scoff at, rumoured to have royal blood, a young powerful soon to be general, the youngest and fastest to have risen up the ranks, and someone who has survived and thrived within the child officer program that had the mortality rate of sixty nine. *HAH.
Though, even if he did lose, it simply means that there will be a job opening for one fortunate soul. There will be no true losses on their part, a lousy lieutenant is hardly worth anything, besides, it's a small price to pay for the entertainment that they get to have.
Before she could taunt her more, Yue sped past her towards the direction she came from, the glass teapot shattering upon impact.
A second passed in silence before she crossed her arms, clicking her tongue, “That girl, she could have at least made herself useful and cleaned up this mess.” She then looked at you, you were still holding the tray. “Does she even know where the arena is?”
You stayed silent.
Grumbling, she looked down at the spilled tea and porcelain.
“What a waste.”
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Chapter 14: Stale Ass Wheat Bread
She felt the ship come to a halt, digging into the land before dropping the metal plank with a loud thud. Her fingers fiddling with one another as she looked at the door, her nerves were at high alert, waiting for the door open and filling the room with fire nation soldiers.
Seeing her so nervous, her father places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, dear. It’ll be just a meeting to sort out a couple things, we’ll be home once we’re done.”
Wordlessly, she nodded her head, sparing her father a meek smile. By her father’s side, they walked out of their room to the dock. The fire nation soldiers that escorted them to the fire nation stood by in files. As guests of the royal family, one would expect them to receive all the prestige and respect from all those who serve their hosts, yet, as Yue looks around the men that stood by her sides, she couldn’t help but grimace at the bored, yawning faces of those soldiers. They were haphazardly swinging their arms, whispering to one another, shifting and bouncing on the balls of their feet, no military bearing in sight for as far as the eye could see.
Her eyes then trained off to her side, to see her father’s reaction. He stood firm, face stoic and cold as an ice sculpture as he moved along by her side.
Following his lead, she held her head high despite the urge to retreat back to their room. Walking off the plank, they were greeted by yet another soldier, though compared to the one that flocked around the ship, this one had no helmet on. Dark brown hair and a sharp face to match.
The man bowed with much unneeded force. “Greetings, Chief Arnook and Princess Yue of the Northern Water Tribe. I am Lieutenant Zhao, I shall be your guide till further notice.” He stood up with a huff, “Now, if you would, please follow me.”
Yue shared a look with her father before doing so. They climbed up what she believed was over a thousand sets of stairs. The closer they got to the top, the closer she believed they got to the sun.
If she were to describe the palace in one word, she would say “suffocating.” Similar to the element that their hosts bend, everything was yellow or red, and similar to how fire use up all the air, it was suffocating.
Their guide, Zhao, visibly brightened when they made it at the front gates of the palace, where there stood four individuals. Once they made it to the top, they saw a stark contrast to how those four were compared to the others that stood in line. While the workers and staff, Yue assumed, had their heads low in a bow and dressed in similar outfits with minor differences.
The four at the centre stood tall. Their dresses were made of the finest of silk, she could only guess how expensive they were. Two children, around her age, maybe a couple years younger, and two adults, one of which was more youthful than the other.
“I greet the Princesses and Prince of the Fire Nation.” Her father bows to the four. She was quick to echo in after him, keeping her eyes closed as she bowed.
When they looked up, her father got into an exchange of pleasantries with the oldest of the four, Princess Ursa. She assumed that she was the mother of the two younger ones, who were busy tugging on the sleeves of the fourth person. Prince Zuko and Princess Azula, she recalled hearing about them from her father and his advisors. She then looked towards the stoic faced one, you. With the branded number on the cheek and tired, distant eyes.
076, an adult, she concluded. There were many whispers going around you, they say you were the bastard of the prince prior to his engagement to Ursa and angered by his son’s conduct, the Fire Lord had sent out a hunt for you and your mother to erase all trace of your existence. At her last ditch attempt to save you, your mother had sent you to the child soldier program where your abilities thrived. So much so the royal family could no longer ignore your achievements, and as if you had proven yourself, the Fire Lord had called you to the palace to better serve their cause in expansion.
They later then made you into an instructor to further develop the direct descendants. And despite the prince’s treason, his wife, the ever-so-kind princess Ursa has still treated you like family and cared for you as if her own.
Though that is nothing but the word of the mouth.
She was snapped out of her stupor when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking over to her father, she sent him a quizzical look.
“I will be in the meeting room, will you be alright on your own for a little while?” Wanting to ease his worry, she nodded with a smile.
Watching him leave with Princess Ursa and Lieutenant Zhao, her once confident smile faltered.
“Um… hi, I’m Zuko.”
She looked curiously at the offered hand before taking it. The prince’s hand was warm, she could tell he had a kind heart, although a bit awkward and sweaty.
Her lips quirked up while she introduced herself. She thought, like her brother, Azula would do the same, but the girl simply said her name and crossed her arms. Then she looked to you, expecting to be waved off, she fidgeted.
“You don’t need to know their name, they’re with me.” Azula spoke for you, grabbing your arm before pulling you away from her and Zuko. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Princess Yue, please do enjoy your stay at the palace.” You spoke over your shoulder before being led away.
Her and Zuko were left in their lonesome. She wondered if she had offended the younger girl in some way. The way she spoke to her was quite dismissive, she got the impression that Azula did not like her much.
“Have I done something wrong?”
Zuko lets out a huff, placing his hands on his hips with an eye roll, “I wouldn’t worry too much about her, she’s just weird. Azula being Azula.” He then brought her to the guest room, where all their luggage were currently being handled by the maids. “Your supper will be brought in in a bit when your father gets back from the meeting. We’re going to have dinner together later tonight so be ready for that.”
He left shortly after that, making sure that she understood everything. She sat on the large bed before letting out a sigh.
Once her father comes back, they’ll have a dinner with the royal family and they’ll leave the next day. They’ll be back home in less than twenty four hours. She’ll just have to wait a bit more.
As she sat there on the bed, she became restless. Their supper has come, yet no sight of her father. Has something happened to him? Where was he? Was he still at the meeting? Surely the Fire Lord hasn’t done anything to him. Surely the Fire Lord knows the implication of harming the envoy.
Yes they are at war but there is a certain respect each party must hold for one another, no one harms the messenger for they are innocent, they are simply following orders and sending out word.
The sudden knock startled her, snapping her out of her spiral.
When she opened the door, surprise would be a little too weak of a word to describe the feeling she was having. At the door stood you.
“Apologise for the disturbance, Princess Yue.” You bowed, “I received word from the Fire Lord that your father’s meeting will be extended due to a complication from our part.” You stood up before offering, “Princess Yue, would you give me the honour of joining me for a stroll?”
She held your gaze before agreeing, she was curious about you. The rumours only made you out to be some vengeful spirit but as she walks beside you, stealing glances at you, you resemble more of a docile pet.
As she looked at you, she couldn’t help but notice how tall you were. The clothes you wore, despite the high quality, were more suited for someone who’s more physically active. She has heard of your feats in battle and how often you are sent away on sieges. You looked tired.
Like a shallow creek, you seemed to be just going with the motion. Being pulled and tugged this way and that. If one were to gaze inside your head, she wondered what was inside.
You were also covered in scars. The number on your cheek seemed to be branded on and later added paint. Both of your palms were scarred over, must be due to training with your bending. She wondered if you could still feel texture with how much damage your poor hands took. There was also a large burn just peeking from under your collar.
“Is something the matter, Princess Yue?” You stopped walking to look at her.
“No, it’s just… that number on your cheek…” She hesitated, wondering if she’s crossing any boundaries, “it- it looks painful.”
“It was.”
“… does it still hurt?”
Your reaction surprised her. The small smile on your lips looked foreign on you, as if you were not used to the action. Rather than the branded mark on your face, the smile looked as if it hurt you more.
But, she took it as a privilege. Something about the rarely offered smiles never fails to draw out her own.
Shaking your head, you crouched down on your knee, “No, would you like to feel for it yourself?”
She nodded her head before ever so lightly grazing her fingertips over the scarred tissue. The bumpy uneven skin felt foreign to her. The wound looks quite old. How old were you when they branded this number on you? Did they at least have the courtesy to let the burn heal before adding the paint? Did they at least treat it afterwards?
As she stood there, tracing the numbers on your cheek, you simply enjoyed her cool touch.
“Would you like me to heal them? The scars.” She looked at you.
Her eyes shining so brightly it made you lost. “You… can? Why?”
“To show my gratitude for treating us with respect. You look and speak to us with honesty, you don’t look down on us. And…” Should she say this? She doesn’t even know you that well. But, that look in your eyes-
“You’re kind.”
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I hate genuine kind characters, hard to relate and feel like they're fake.
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Chapter 13
During your recovery time, you were ordered to mainly focus on tasks within the counsel(where, much to the opposition of the elder members, you held a position.) However, that didn’t stop you from guiding the young royals with their bending.
Now that Prince Zuko had finally started bending, you now held his and Azula’s training together. With the limited free time that you have, you try to teach them as much as possible.
One of the things you learned from that camp was that children develop faster when they have competition. The main reason as to why you have been conducting their training together was to inspire them individually. Yes, Azula is already leaps ahead of her brother, but you hoped that his eagerness might push her more. And vise versa, you hoped his sister’s achievements might spark a bit more drive into him so he fully devotes himself to his bending and training.
Seeing how well you were with your bending, and that the only training you had was at that camp surrounded by peers, you assumed that this was for the best.
You even managed to coach Azula with her anger. Now, whenever she feels that she’s pent up or frustrated, she goes to the grounds and burns the dummies.
Dipping the quill into the ink well, you continued on with your report. Within a week of time, the chieftain of the Northern Water Tribe and his child will be coming into the palace. Due to one of your most recent sieges against the Earth Kingdom, you had gained the Fire Nation a grand trading port, one which the Northern Water Tribe frequent in trading their goods. And seeing how the chieftain is personally coming in for negotiations, the issue that their economy faces must be an urgent one.
For today’s meeting, you, alongside the Fire Lord and his son, conversed on what to do and what possible benefits there are in going along with the waterbenders. After an hour or so, the meeting concluded. Once the Lord retired for the day, you stayed behind to make a written report for the council members and preparations for the palace staff.
Cracking your neck, you continued on writing while Prince Ozai read over the notes his father left. He didn’t waste time finishing reading them before he threw them on the table. “His old age seems to be taking a toll on his judgment.” He mumbled behind you.
Your hand did not stop moving. No citizen of the Fire Nation is allowed to speak negatively of the royal family, especially those who work in close quarters.
Ozai lets out a hum, “My child,” he calls to you, placing his much larger hand on your shoulder, “Do away with the performers. I see no such need to entertain a fallen man.”
Your writing halted. Swallowing dryly, “Your Highness-” you felt the grip on your shoulder tighten.
He let out a sigh, massaging your shoulder, “Dear, have I not told you to call me father?”
“... father?”
“Go on, speak your mind, my child.” His hand moved up to your nape.
“For the… entertainment, I have no say in their employment or contract, it was Lord Azulon who signed-” The stinging in your scalp cut you off as he grabbed you by the hair and shoved your head down. You felt each and every strand of hair being pulled as he tightened his grip.
“That father of mine has gone senile, as long as you do as I say and simply turn in that report of yours, everything will fall into place.” A strangled noise came from your throat as Ozai pulled your head back. He leaned down close to you, “Do you understand?”
“Yes… father.” You strained your neck.
He stared down at you for a second before letting you go with a smile. “Good, you may take your leave.”
You left without another word. Once the doors shut behind you, you heaved out a sigh. Looking down, you noticed your hands were shaking.
Just around the corner, where the palace training grounds were, you heard Azula and her brother argue and a desperate new trainer who tried to keep the peace. You lean on the wall, taking long and deep breaths to calm yourself before making your way to the siblings.
“What’s going on here?” Your voice puts a pause to the chaos as you step out from behind the pillar.
“6!” The two children yell out before running to you. With longer strides, Zuko was about to reach you first before Azula pulled him back by his hair, dragging him down before stepping on his back and jumping to you. She stuck the landing before sticking her tongue out to her brother. “Told you I’d win!”
As the two continued on bantering, their trainer ran up to you and bowed, “Major, I apologise for the unruly sight. I accept any and all punishment you see fit!”
You let out a sigh before crossing your arms, “No need, Lieutenant Zhao. You may also stand at ease. As for our young prince and princess, it is best to let them compete rather than letting them talk it out.” you look towards the two children as they both presented their flames. Declaring who was hotter and bigger.
“I see…” Zhao nodded along, “To let them compete… would a dual suffice?”
At the word, your wound itched. Placing a hand over your chest, you answered. “No, as much it is effective, between the two, Azula has more training and experience in bending compared to her brother.”
Zhao lets out a hum. He stood beside you as you watched over Azula and Zuko.
The two couldn’t seem to come to an agreement when they ran up to you once more with their fire in hand. Zuko was in front of you first this time before thrusting his open flames to you, his sister was quick to follow.
“6, you need to pick, who has the better fire?!” The boy was panting, sweat dribbling down his forehead as Azula stepped on his feet.
“It’s clearly mine, just look, since when have you seen blue fire? Mine’s better!” She pouted, still stepping on her brother’s feet.
“Nuh uh, the standard is red and yellow or orange and yellow. Mine’s better because fire is supposed to be this color!” Zuko argued, “And stop stepping on my foot!”
“Then you’re the default. Basic and boring.” She kicked him in the shin this time.
Despite their pestering, you kept your lips shut. The banter between children should stay between children. As an adult, if you were to answer, it would exemplify favouritism.
You shall keep your mouth shut and let the children deal with their problems.
Besides, a little competition wouldn't kill anyone.
Little do you know, your silence only added to their division. Azula, being the one who you spend the most time with, believed that you were confident in her abilities to deal with pesky problems like her brother, hence why your silence. She thought that you trusted her to come out victorious without your help. Your bond is just that strong.
There was this eager look in her eyes as she smiled up at you. Her fire reflected her emotions as it flickered brighter.
You then looked to Zuko, who was breathing heavily. He was straining himself, you concluded. It hasn’t been long since he started to bend, so it’s a given.
“Bending is like a muscle, the more you train it the better you become.” You lectured.
Before you get to continue, you notice Zuko’s face redden. His anger bursts, embarrassment maybe? “No! I’m going to train until I can beat Azula! I’m the eldest child in this family, it’s not right for me to be weaker than her!” He shouts.
“Hmp, face it Zuzu, you’re not even worth calling competition.” Azula sassed, her hands now folded over her chest. “You’re weak and pathetic, dealing with you is a waste of time.” She leaned her back on you.
Zuko’s fists clenched, his knuckles turning white. Smoke began to escape from his shaking fists when the smell of burned flesh hit your nose. You were quick to take hold of his hands and snap him out of his anger.
His palms were red, not yet burned but the damage was there. “No more bending for you, Zuko. Take time to heal your hands.”
As you’ve said before, bending is like muscle. As fire benders, you are more resilient against the element compared to those of other nations. But to be proficient with your arts, you must practise to build up your resilience. Similar to how you, Azula, and the countless peers you have trained and grown up with, one can’t suddenly bend fire that is too hot for them to handle, if not, the result would be varying degrees of burns on their hands and legs.
Build up for hotter flames and practice for accuracy.
“See? You’re just a weakling.”
“That is not how one speaks to their family, Azula.”
Your body stiffened when you heard her voice. Zhao was quick to turn around and bow to the princess. Ursa greeted him before letting him off for today.
Ursa walked past you before patting her son on the head. “My dear, why don’t you go and freshen up? I’ll meet you in your room once I’m done talking to 6.” Once she got a meek nod from him, she turned and sent you a smile before looking at Azula, “And dear, why don’t you take a bath as well? I’m sure your training with Lieutenant Zhao worked up quite a sweat.”
“As if, you could barely call that training. Unlike Zuzu, I can handle my warm-ups.”
When Ursa sent a look your way, you didn’t meet her eye but nodded nonetheless.
Azula frowned up at you when you pushed her off of you. You quietly walked her towards the terrace, “I’ll be with you in an hour, in the meantime, why don’t you-”
She lets out a sigh, “I don’t like it when you have your little talks with mother.” She looked at you over her shoulder, “You always come back later than the time you said you would.”
“Azula…”
“Yeah yeah, I’ll go.” she rolled her eyes, “What do you even talk about anyway…” she mumbled out with each step.
Once she was out of sight, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You don’t recall going on a run today or yesterday, but your legs felt weak. Shaky even.
You walked back to the training ground, but there was no sight of the older woman. Clinging to hope, you prayed that she had left you. Strength regained back to your legs as you looked around, eager to be left in your lonesome.
Your mood faltered when you finally spotted her. She was on the balcony, looking down at the garden below her.
You steeled your nerves, despite every fibre of your being begging you to run away, you didn’t. You had to do your job. Squeezing your hand twice or thrice, you walked up to her. With each step, it felt as if you were walking in mud, your legs feeling heavier with each step you took.
Once you were standing beside her, she leaned her head on your shoulder. In response, your body stiffened. You felt a shiver run up your spine when she stepped behind you.
“Look at me, 6.”
You turned.
Now with the stone fence against your back, you faced her. She stocked closed so her front rested against your chest. Her arms around your waist with her hands on your shoulder blades.
“I remember a time where I had to bend down to hug you.” She mumbled against your chest. She lets out a hum when she hears your heartbeat spike up. “And now look at us. You have grown so much…”
You stayed frozen. Letting her do as she pleased… once more.
Every breath you took was painful and ragged, it felt better to hold them and pray for it to end. Each intake was shaky as you tried to ignore the grip on you.
She lets out a sigh by your ear. Hot breath hitting you as you clenched your jaw.
Her hand lowered from your shoulders to your waist, later to your hips, and finally, to your upper thighs, all the while dragging her nails down your sides.
“You’re the only one for me, 6.” She whispered in your right ear. Her breath hits you, making you wince.
You stayed there in her arms, frozen and humiliated. To be degraded like this, what had you done in your past life to go through such shame?
Biting your lips, you let the warm blood fill your mouth. The metallic, familiar taste the only thing to ground you.
You stood there, being touched, until Ursa was satisfied. She left a kiss on your cheek before taking her leave.
You were tempted to burn it off but thought it would be too obvious. Letting out a sigh, you wiped your face with your sleeve before going to bid Azula goodnight.
In the end, when you made it to her room, you felt exhausted. Your body felt fine, similar to those nights when you wanted sleep but your body didn’t let you. You knocked on the door before stepping in, closing it behind you.
“And again, you came back late. What took you so long?” Azula was standing in the middle of her room, arms crossed and pouty.
You didn’t answer her, “Why aren’t you in your night robe? It’s already late out.”
“That’s why.” She moved to her bed, “I was going to go retrieve you, recon mission you could say.” she sat down.
“What were you trying to save me from?”
“...” she raised an eyebrow.
“... I appreciate the thought… truly.” You kneel before her, taking her shoes off so you could put her to bed.
“You don’t have to do that, you know, I’m not a kid.” she took her shoe away from you before throwing it away from your reach. She stood up on her bed, ushering you to stand up as well.
“And you don’t need to put me in bed.” Her ears turned the smallest shade of pink, “But, if you really can’t help yourself, I guess I wouldn’t mind humouring you.” She scratched her cheek, looking at you from the sides of her eyes.
She spread her arms wide, waiting for you to embrace her. Once you did, she got on her tippy toes to fully wrap her arms around your neck.
You felt your blood run cold when she exhaled at your ear.
Your right ear.
Exactly where her mother-
No, she wouldn’t have known. Azula wouldn’t have been watching over your interaction with her.
If she did, she would have made her presence known. She would have stopped it.
Wouldn’t she?
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Chapter 12
Though Azula didn’t notice it at the spur of the moment, she did sustain a burn of her own during her little welcome. The sudden increase of heat and her blue flames has caused a burn on the palm of her hand. She paid it no mind because she was preoccupied.
She was happy.
For once, she got to take care of you. When you were passed out, she dragged you back to your room. Though being only a child, she had to order a guard to assist her and call forth the palace doctor.
They laid you on your bed before the doctor cut around the burnt skin. Not wanting your wound to be infected, he had to rip the infused fabric from your skin to be able to further treat it. While he was making small cuts on your chest, Azula stood by your side, observing the doctor as he worked in case he had any funny ideas.
She wanted to be the one to treat you but she knew when to let the professionals take the lead. After receiving the ointment from him, she shooed him and the guard away so she could look after you.
She ordered a maid to fetch her a bucket of cold water and a clean towel. She was adamant on staying by your side till you’ve regained consciousness.
When night came, there was a knock at the door. Seeing that the both of you had missed dinner, she expected to see one of the servants asking for your whereabouts due to her grandfather’s orders. But when she opened the door to tell the servant off, she was met with the face of her mother.
Ursa was surprised to see her in your room. Putting on a smile, “Good evening, dear. Is 6 not joining us for dinner?” She asked.
Before she could reply, Ursa pushed past her. Asking what happened to you and why she hasn’t reported the issue to her. Swallowing dryly, she crossed her arms, “We were sparring. You wouldn’t understand, you’re not a bender.”
“A typical sparring session wouldn’t leave someone unconscious and bedridden.” Ursa takes her place by standing by your bedside. A look of worry in her eyes as she looks down on you.
“6 needs rest. You should go.” Azula states, her hands now balled by her sides.
“How about you go eat dinner? I’ll stay behind and look after 6.” Ursa offers. “You just came back from the academy and I doubt you had any supper on that ship. Why don’t you rest up for today and you can care for 6 when you wake up?”
“No, I’m caring for 6. I need to clean and bandage-”
“I can do that but you might find it difficult. You are a child, my dear, so go eat with your family.” Ursa ushered.
Before she could retort, there was yet another knock at the door. Her and Ursa were at a stalemate. Neither moved or spoke as they held each other's gazes as a voice spoke from behind the door. “Princess Azula, the Fire Lord and his highness, Prince Ozai, requests your presence in the dining hall. They wish to discuss your first year at the Royal Academy.”
Her fists clenched harder, she could feel her nail embedding deeper into her palm. The pain doubled when she pressed too hard, her nails dug through the burnt flesh of her damaged palm. Her anger flared even more so when she saw the corner of her mother’s lip twitch.
“You see? Your father and grandfather missed you.” Ursa cooed. She walked near Azula and nudged her towards the door. “Go enjoy your evening, dear.”
She knows she can’t disobey her grandfather, the Fire Lord. Clicking her tongue, she slapped her mother’s hand away before stomping to the exit.
When she slammed the door open, a startled noise leaves from the back of the servant’s throat. She glared up at the insolent man before glancing back at you.
Her eyes were on you as the door drew shut.
But just before it was fully shut, a single drop of her blood fell when she saw Ursa caressing your cheek.
Maybe it’s not too late to care for you.
The next day, when she woke up early just for you. You were already gone and in your stead, laid Ursa. There were bloodied bandages on the nightstand, the bucket of water she had previously ordered now murky with blood and grime. Ursa’s daily wear was carelessly dropped on the floor, while the owner herself was in her night robe, peacefully sleeping in your bed, under your sheets.
Now the question remains, where were you?
Purposely slamming the door as hard as possible, Azule went on a search for you.
There aren’t many places where you would, or could, wander off to.
First, there is the study, where you either taught her the basics of war tactic and soldier manoeuvre, or where you would sight off on documents and plan battle procedures. When she went there, all she could see were scattered papers and multiple arrays of scrolls only you knew what was where.
Second was the kitchen, though she didn’t bother going there since you usually prefer not to eat breakfasts, unless you were specifically ordered to or wanted to cook for her.
Third was the war room. Where negotiations and battle tactics were supposed to be discussed, but as of late, the council members have gone lazy and hadn’t thought of anything original. The meeting room is now where they make you brief on your plans and vote on the one they like the most.
Damn old geezers.
She noticed the deep eyebags that you now lugged around. How many sleepless nights have you spent doing their job? Going up and beyond expectations? She had brought the issue up at last night’s dinner to her grandfather. It’s only a matter of time for him to make a decree of either replacing the old farts or giving you a much deserved promotion for your hard work.
When she made it past her pillar, she quickly turned around. You were not there. The doors were open and they only closed when someone was inside.
Fourth, the place she had the highest hope for, was the private training ground of yours. A place full of memories, both bitter and sweet, though there are more fond ones where she would get one on one training from you.
Her steps came to a halt when she saw you panting in the middle of the ground. You were not dressed in the proper attire to train nor to walk around in broad daylight.
Similar to her bandaged hand, your chest was tightly wrapped in gauze. Your eyes were red and the exposed skin you had were covered in welts from either rubbing or scratching.
Sighing, she marched forward.
She knew this would happen. This is the usual outcome from when you are left alone with her mother.
The surrounding sand had now turned to glass as she drew near your panting form. The bandages must have made it hard for you to do your breathing technique.
“What did mother do?” She curiously asked.
“… nothing. Her highness simply cleaned and cared for my wound… nothing else.”
“liar.”
Your lips made a thin line. You straightened your back before standing up straight.
As she held eye contact, she noticed you building your guard back up. With her bandaged hand, she placed it over your chest, right above the centre of your wound where you were hit.
“I will not apologise nor am I ashamed.” She stated coolly.
You place your hand over hers, pressing them onto your burn, making the wounds sting. “And I will not ask for it.”
When she drew her hand back, there was her bloodied smudge left on your white bandage.
“Good.”
Because without you, she wouldn’t be the way that she is now.
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Chapter 11: Payback
As months passed, the sense of debt did nothing but grow. The more you care for her the more she wants to prove herself to you.
She has seen parents praise and flaunt their children, and their mediocre achievements, as if they were war heroes. She has also noticed how her father had been bringing you more and more to his meetings and war functions. Even her grandfather had sent you on a siege on one of the Earth kingdom’s territories(you of course came back victorious.)
The two have been shoving new titles and privileges onto you. And knowing full well they can’t simply hand it to you, they have been forcefully sending you out for war so you could earn them.
Every other week there seems to be a party for your success behind the palace walls. And since no self-respecting noble wears an outfit more than once, each month they have been ordering new and more complex designs. truly a golden age for tailors and designers.
It was wonderful to see you shine and have the recognition you deserve but the peaceful times where you would train her or cook for her have been sacrificed. Rather than every day, her training sessions with you have decreased to once every five days.
She missed spending time with you. She missed having you do her hair. She missed your flavourless cooking that was rich in vitamins and minerals. She missed your hands on her head.
Soon, the little time she would spend with you diminished when she was sent away to the Royal Fire Academy, you couldn’t even send her off(her grandfather had sent you away for yet another mission.)
She missed those moments more when her environment changed. Azula was born and grew up within the palace, with countless servants, large halls, and expensive decor that had years of history. All that was now replaced with cheap replicas and her room -may be the biggest in the student dorm- now thrice smaller. She couldn't even have her meals within her room and was required to be in the dining halls during meal time, surrounded by leeches who wanted to suck up to her.
Though it is fun watching them try but the ones that did approach her simply could not fully comprehend her greatness. All they knew was that she was the princess, nothing more and nothing less. They didn’t know the fact that she was a bending prodigy or that she had been receiving special training from one of the elite soldiers within the kingdom.
Once, prior to her attending the academy, she requested from her grandfather if she would be able to accompany you to one of your battles. Her grandfather didn’t allow it, stating that she is far too young and though the battle experience would aid her but the facts still remain, her bending skills leave much to be desired.
She knows that she isn’t at your level yet. But she also acknowledges that she is ahead of her peers. With just a bit more training, she knows that she will be qualified to attend the war meetings alongside you, gain more experience, and be more skilled than her brother could ever imagine. Someone who is strong enough so that even you would show no shame in relying on.
So with her goal set in mind, she did her own training. Every day for up to five hours, she trained, and for the remainder of the time she would study war tactics and history books.
Her everyday life had become a routine, and while being so far away from you was troubling, time seemed to fly by. And before she knew it, she was on her way back to the palace for break. She had no recollection of the events that took place during her school days. The days simply sped past her and there were no memorable moments to look back to.
She guessed the only lesson she received from the academy was that month-long falconry class.
Once her ship had docked, Azula was quick to hop off to be greeted by her home. Her servants and guards stood by in a neat formation, all with their heads down, bowing to her.
She paid them no mind, instead, she searched through the crowd. Her eyes looking for yours yet she couldn’t see you.
Walking to the nearest servant, she asked for your whereabouts. Were you perhaps on yet another mission? Why weren’t you here with everyone to greet her? To congratulate her for a successful full year at the academy?
The response she got was not to her liking.
Her jaw clenched as she marched to the training ground as her fists began to steam, releasing small puffs of fire with each swing. She was unaware of the maids that shared worried glances to one another after the burnt footprints that were left behind each of her steps.
“Y-your Highness before you go to the Major, you must go greet His Majesty-”
“Are you, a lowly commoner, telling me, the princess, what to do?” She turned to the now fearful maid. How dare she? Who does she think she is?
“N-no Your Highness! Please forgive me! It won’t happen again.”
“It better not. Why don’t you make yourself useful and take my luggage to my room?” Before she continued on her route, she spared the maid one final glance. She took a good look at her, “If I find anything missing, I'll hold you responsible.”
With that, she left.
When she made it to the ground, she made it in time to see you flip her brother. Zuko harshly landed on his back, clearly getting winded.
The display of her brother getting hurt would have brightened her mood if he didn’t smile up at you. She felt her eyebrow twitch.
Normally, when something as minuscule as a scraped knee would warrant the water works, he laughed when he got slammed onto the ground.
She watches you give him a hand, lecturing him about the attack that took place. The softness in your eyes stirred something in her.
She felt her face get hot, you were reserved for her and her alone, Zuko already has his mother, so why must he feel the need to step in between you? How greedy can he be?
Her brows furrowed and before she knew it, she had sent a blast of fire towards him.
Before he could get hit, before her aim could strike true, you pushed him back to the ground. The blast just grazing you before it hit the wall, scorching it black.
“Ack-Azula!” Zuko yelled out. “What’s wrong with you?! You could have hurt someone!”
“That’s the point.” She glared at him before sending another blast his way.
Her attack travelled halfway before being countered by another, the collision between the two sent dirt and small debris into the air. She covered her eyes before looking to the one that stopped her fire.
You took a step closer to her, your sleeve slightly burned from her first attack but otherwise, you were unharmed. “Azula, I don’t know what has upset you but you need to calm down.” Your stance was passive but your tone was stern.
Azula remained on the offensive, “Why are you protecting him?! Are you choosing him over me?! ME?!” This time she targets her attack on you.
“Azula calm down, that’s unbecoming!” You dodge to the side, putting distance between you and Zuko.
Seeing that there is no calming her down, you decided to let her blow some steam off. Ever since she was young, her reactions tend to be explosive and she seemed to be leaning a bit towards the trigger happy side. You were planning on coaching her to get more control over her emotions, a healthy outlet so to speak. Maybe this is the perfect time to work on it
“Zuko, you did well on your training today, why don’t you go take a bath and enjoy the rest of the day?” You suggested plainly all the while dodging and countering the angry attacks of Azula.
“B-but Azula—”
“I got her, you have nothing to worry about.” You tried to wave him off.
Your lack of attention drove her mad.
“Stop ignoring me!” She sent a bigger blast. Why are you still talking to him when she’s right here in front of you? Look at her! Talk to her!
Pay attention to me!
“… are you sure?” He got up on his feet, shielding his face from the heat and dust.
“You are kind, but rest assured I’ll be fine. We’ll be joining you for dinner later so please get your rest.” You reassured him before ducking down to avoid a blast to the face while making sure he did leave.
“Huh.” You noticed the slow increase in temperature and the duration of the stray blasts that were still ablaze before sending her an attack of your own. “Dodge it!”
She lets out a frustrated yell before rolling out of the way. Landing on her knees, she punches with two fists, sending two balls of fire at the same time.
This time, her fire came out lighter in color. Since that one, they became lighter and lighter. But she paid them no mind.
Her breathing became ragged, and after an hour or so of non stop onslaught of attacks, she fell to her knees. She heard you walk up to her though she was too busy trying to catch her breath. Her hands clutching at the dirt while she’s gasping.
“You did well, I can tell you’ve been doing your own training.” You praised, stopping just a few steps from her. “The only critique I can give you is that you forgot your breathing, take controlled slow breaths, this way you can fight longer and better. More oxygen to your brain, the better decisive you can be in battle.” You fold your arms over your chest. “Also, when you-”
“Shut up!”
She saw red, how humiliating for her to let you see her in such a state. Zuko must have planned this. Unbecoming. And yet here you are, still with her. She felt shame.
She didn’t deserve you.
If only she could show her gratitude to you in some way in some shape or form. Her father and grandfather already showering you with titles and riches, so what can she do? What is something that she has and that only she can do?
Whenever she gets wounded, you tend to her injuries. If only she could do the same. Maybe if she was stronger, maybe she could…
Taking a deep breath in, she shot her hand up towards you.
She expected red but out came blue.
Not even you expected such a brilliant color. The shock combined with the close proximity did not provide you time to evade the blast. It hit you in the chest. Your supposed high grade body suit that was rumoured to be fireproof melted. The molten fabric fusing with your now blistering skin as you were sent back to the ground.
You head hitting the ground hard before you were promptly knocked out.
Azula’s hand shook as her eyes focused on your unconscious form. You lied there in front of her, covered in sweat and dirt, with your chest open and roasted.
She wanted to run to you, to ask for forgiveness for hurting you.
But she didn’t.
She stayed rooted on all fours. Letting out ragged breaths as she lowered her hand to her face.
She attacked you. She hurt you. And now you, her strong and dependable guardian, looked so vulnerable. So… in need of care.
Her warm fingers felt her lips.
She was smiling.
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Chapter 10: In Name
Due to excitement, she had trouble sleeping.
After her unfortunate “accident” the whole day you were by her side, treating her as if she were glass. The treatment may have been targeted toward the weak but Azula’s excuse was simply research.
She was curious to see how you would react and she was also curious to know how it feels to receive such attention. While she herself is training and focusing on improvement, her brother Zuko is being pampered as if his life depended on it. She simply wanted to know what it was like being in his position. To know if that lifestyle was worth sabotaging his future and development.
She lay in her bed, awake.
Only getting up alongside the sun. Knowing you would be already awake by this time, she made her way to you.
Despite the lack of sleep, she was in a good mood. Her demeanor was calm and relaxed, as she walked through the patio. Her steps halted when she heard grunts from the training ground.
Deciding to investigate, she redirected to the field. When she found the source of the gasping, her eyes widened.
Azula could not describe what she was feeling. Nothing good that's for sure. There was a pain in her chest that she could not fully describe.
The sight before her made her jaw clench.
Zuko was there on her training ground, doing her training drills, and taking lessons from her mentor. Who does he think he is?
He is nothing but a fish swimming in a sea of mediocracy. How dare he waste your time on some useless fodder?
She’s a firebender but even then she never imagined she could feel her blood boil. She watches as her brother heaves, leaning on his knees, trying to catch his breath. You gaze at him, evaluating his performance.
Deciding to put a stop to this, she tugged at her bandages before marching in with her head held high. She had hoped to spend the remainder of the week with you.
Calling out to you, she showed you her bandaged hand, which was coming out undone. You handed the wooden sword to Zuko and walked to her. “How did this happen?” You ask while retying the gauze.
“It could be that I moved too much in my sleep, or you just didn’t do a good enough job bandaging it.” She huffed. “Also, didn’t you promise to make me breakfast? And why are you here with him?” she looked pointedly at Zuko.
“The Fire Lord ordered me to train Prince Zuko. He may not have started to fire bend but he should at least know some basic forms. As for breakfast, I thought you would have liked to sleep in a bit more so I conducted his highness’s training a bit early so I could have time to prepare.” Even when you’re finished retying the bandages, you still held her hand.
Seeing her attempt to draw your attention away from her brother was working, she continued on with the conversation.
“I am already used to waking up at this time so from now on, I want to train with you. I will be present in every training session you hold for him, so tell me a day prior before your meeting.”
She didn’t wait for you to respond and began pulling you back to the palace, away from Zuko. “I’m hungry, make me food.” She ordered, sparing a glance at the boy left behind.
Why must her quality time with you suffer because he’s weak? If he was the slightest bit more competent, this would not have happened. And why must her father and grandfather constantly interfere with her plans? Why do people always get in her way and try to steal you away from her?
She felt a comforting hand on her head, stopping her in her tracks. The tension seemed to melt away the moment you stepped closer, letting her lean her head on your middle.
“What caused this reaction?” You began combing her hair with your fingers, working through the knots. “Did your brother wrong you in some way?”
“He did.” She replied without missing a beat.
Of course he did. He tried to stand between you and her. She heard the stories from the servants about how it was you who used to attend to him before she was born. She also heard how he complained to his mother about how she was the one who took you away from him. She has even heard her father tell his council member how he believes that you are his daughter.
Her age does not fully reflect her maturity. She is young but she is not dumb. She has ears, she can hear the whispers that go around you. Her eyes can see the respectful, jealous, angry gaze of the servant that targets around you, the longing gaze of her mother, the admiration from her brother, and possession from both her father and grandfather.
Someone always tries to either harm or steal you away from her. She may not have authority now but in the future, she will.
She stood up and straightened her back. She will not show weakness. You will see and recognize her capabilities.
Pulling you by the hand, she walked forward towards the cooking area. Where you, as promised, made her breakfast.
It may not have tasted the best but… it was warm.
Till the day her hand made a full recovery, she has been spectating your and Zuko’s training sessions. Unlike her, he was making mistakes in every form. Elbow too low, fingers too spread out, chin too low, and stance unstable.
Anyone could tell which of the siblings were the most pampered.
She knows you would not have wasted your time on him if it was not a direct order from the Fire Lord. It seems as though everyone you have interacted with wants to take you away from her.
Ever since Zuko has started to train with her, his mother began to make an appearance. And she also seemed to have the intention of stealing your time. After every training session, Ursa would pull you aside to talk to you while Azula and Zuko would leave to get themselves cleaned.
Letting out a breath, Azula hugs her pillow. Not only do you return later than the previously agreed-upon time, but you come back to her half-dead as if your will has been sucked out. She’s curious as to what that woman had said to you.
Judging by how much Ursa involves herself with her son, you most likely have to do weekly reports of his development, similar to the ones you give to Azula’s father.
She couldn’t help but yawn. Her eyelids felt heavy.
Unlike the boy, she trains twice a day. One with him, where they focus on forms and physical strength. Second, where she works on her bending, guided by you and through your instructions.
Her fire output has greatly improved compared to her first time bending. You have told her to now focus on control and speed. And what better way than a good old spar?
You once said, that to be a leader, one must know and understand their people. Once she can identify what motivates a person and what their drive is, she’ll have an easier time leading them. While fear may be easier and faster, by doing things your way, they’ll be more loyal.
She does not need to like her brother, she simply needs to know how to read him.
Tomorrow would be her recovery day.
As she gets taken by sleep, she hopes there will be no interaction between you and Ursa, at least on her free day. Unlike her brother, Ursa has no power or authority, at least he’s a prince in name.
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Chapter 9: Mother's Touch
Azula hates the early hours and equally so, she despises waking up early.
Why wouldn’t she when her blankets and pillows are made with the finest and softest of feathers? When her sheets are of the softest of silk? While others could only dream of such luxury while she indulges in them every night.
Oh if only she could sleep in for a little bit. To sink within these heavenly sheets for a second more. To drown in her warmth with her favorite pillow in her arms.
In the end, could one truly blame her for throwing things at the pesky maids that rip her away from bliss?
They can be so rude sometimes.
But as per your request, she had been waking up early for your training. The maids were already on standby with a wash bowl so she could wash the sleep away.
Groaning loudly, she made her way to the training grounds.
Today marks the thirtieth day since her training with you began. She missed the days when it was you who woke her up, not some cowardly servants. But she knows that to achieve greatness, there must be some sort of sacrifice.
Things might not be ideal as of right now but she knows that in the near future, when she has mastered her bending, there will be more leeway to spend time with you.
Reimbursement as they say.
Rounding a corner, she saw you. Sweat has already formed and you were stretching your legs. You seem to have just came back from your warm-up run.
With a smile, she runs up to you.
“Good morning, Azula.” she eagerly greets you back before handing you her ribbon. She doesn’t like physical touch, especially when someone touches her hair. But for you, she’d make an exception.
For as long as she could remember, it was you who had always combed and did her hair. As plain as they can be, style wise, your fingers simply feel different from the others. Despite your background and your fame of being one of the best fire benders, you are gentle. Your fingers massaging her scalp, parting and combing her hair before tying them up.
She especially likes your hand right after you’ve bended. They’re nice and warm and the heat seemed to have made your palm not only warmer but also softer. She likes them on her cheeks, in her hands, and her nape.
She stood there in front of you, with her back facing you as she hummed your tune. The tune of which neither of you knew the words to. It's the tune where you hummed to her to put her to sleep or to calm her down when she was much younger. She enjoys it even now.
Her eyes closed as she felt your fingers scratching her scalp.
Once you were done with tying her hair up, you placed your hands on her shoulders. “Now that your hair is taken care of, let's get to training.” You straighten your back and took your place next to her. Legs shoulder lengths apart, arms bent at the elbows, and hands in fists. Azula was quick to copy the stance. “Good.” You nod your head. “Today, we will be going over form, core strength, stability, and balance. All while practicing the breathing form I taught you last week.”
And so, the two fell into your daily routine. You would show her the forms and explain what muscle groups she should feel tension in and what areas she should flex. Once your demonstration is over, she would follow suit. Copying every move you have done, moving slower to get inspected and judged.
The only correction you do tend to fix is the angling of her head. She tends to bring her chin up as if looking down on her phantom opponent. Every other day or two, you correct the same thing, either by pushing her head or pulling her chin down.
You can tell she’s doing it unintentionally.
Techniques and forms aren’t the only things she’s picking up from you. Clenching and releasing her fist in an unorderly fashion, something you tend to do when feeling a particularly nasty emotion.
“Let’s end it here for today and Azula, remember to keep your chin down.” You see her furrow her brows and lower her head. Letting out a huff, you poke her forehead and lift her head. “I have a meeting within the hour with the Fire Lord and the council members. Why don’t we take a quick bath and I can walk you to the garden to your mother and brother?”
Azula crosses her arms and pouts. “Fine but I can wash myself this time. I’m not a child anymore, do you understand?”
You let out a small laugh, “Right, my apologies, Azula.”
She smirks at you with her hands now on her hips. Her chest puffed out with pride before lifting her hand to you. “Good, now take my hand. We must not let grandfather and father wait.”
Your hand fully wrapped around hers. While your fingers were long and palm warm and big, hers were small and dainty, baby fat still prominent. Her entire hand was just barely enough to cover your calloused palm.
Her gaze shifts to your hand. She couldn’t help but wonder if her hands would ever outgrow yours. Would she ever be taller than you? Would she ever be the one to hold you? Would her arms ever be long enough to wrap around you like yours do? Would her legs finally be long enough to outrun you?
Would that day ever come?
Letting out a particularly long breath, her eyes moved on to the number on your cheek. Before she could say or ask anything. She felt you let go of her hand.
“I’ll be back for you in twenty minutes.” You say while opening her door, waiting for her to enter.
Azula nodded before walking in, letting you close the door for her. Wanting to impress you and to show how capable she is, she quickly stripped off her dirty outfit and cleaned the accumulated dirt and sweat off of her body.
She needed to beat you on your time hack, to be already dressed and ready by the time you arrived. Then you’ll see how great she is.
Once finished, she swung open the door. You were already there, hand outstretched, ready to announce your arrival.
She felt triumph at the surprised look on your face. Smiling, she smugly asked, “What took you so long? Don’t we have somewhere to be?”
“Right, let’s go.” You offered your hand.
She took it with no words.
Once you left her for the meeting, she felt her mood dampen.
Azula’s relationship with her mother is not ideal. Her main focus was Zuko, her older brother. Never has she made the attempt to connect with her nor understand her. What mother abandons their newborn? Even now she does nothing to repent, acting as if everything is fine and dandy.
Seated under the shade of a willow tree, Azula looked onward. She, nor you, were informed that her uncle and cousin would be visiting.
Lu Ten and Zuko were playing cat and mouse on the field. Taking turns chasing one another with blindfolds. Noticing the lack of a boisterous laugh, she believed that uncle Iroh must be there with you at the war meeting. Good, less of a headache to deal with.
She heard a sigh from her side. “Quite a nice day, isn’t it?” She didn’t humor her with a reply. But it seems that Ursa couldn’t take the hint.
“How is your training progressing? How is 6 as an instructor?” Her mother seated herself next to her.
Deciding that she had listened to her enough for the day, she decided to shut her up. “Why do you care? It’s not like you’ve shown any interest in me or my development.” Letting out a sigh, she continued on. “Even, by some miracle, you did care and came to your senses, you wouldn’t understand or provide me any help. You’re not a bender.”
She felt a pang of guilt from the look on her mother’s face. But it was short lived.
The moment her mother heard the all too familiar wail, she was quick to get on her feet and rush to her son’s side.
Typical.
Azula lets out a sigh at the common sight. Her mother only focusing on her son. Zuko being quick to cry –he seemed to have tripped and scraped his knee– being fussed over by their mother.
She saw her smiling and saying something while Zuko nodded along and wiped at his tears. They were too far away for her to decipher what was being said but the sight made her wonder.
Would you care for her like her mother cares for her brother when she gets injured? What would you do? Would you carry her? Try to soothe her? How would you go about it? Hum your tune? Praise her for the failure?
Standing up, she made her way towards the meeting hall.
Her steps came to a halt when she spotted a relatively sharp rock. Her gaze flicked between the rock and the now sniffling Zuko who was hugging his mother.
Curious.
She leaned down and pocketed the rock before continuing on with her journey.
The closer she got to her destination, the more giddy and excited she became. You’re only in trouble if you get caught. Once she was behind her pillar, she placed her hand on it, the rock in the other.
Taking a deep breath, she braced herself before slamming the rock on the back of her hand with all the strength she could muster.
Blood splattered on her cheek. Even when she removed her hand, the rock stayed lodged in. She could feel tears brimming in her eyes and her nose stinging. Her jaws were clenched so tight she thought her teeth could shatter. The moment the planted rock fell, she crouched down. Cradling her now injured hand, she could feel it pulsate with pain.
She felt her lips tremble, taking deep breaths, she closed her teary eyes.
The moment the pain subsided and all she could feel was dull throbbing did the large double doors open.
Out came the counsel members, but today, it was you who left first.
Despite the lack of pain, the moment her eyes landed on you, her tears made an appearance once more. It took her no more than a second for her to run to you. Her hands clenching onto the front of your clothing.
You did your best to shield her from the exiting members, “Azula, you’re a princess, hold yourself with pride. You must stay strong in front of your subordinates.” whispering low for her, you gently picked her up and moved away from prying eyes.
You held her in your arms well after dressing her wound while she wiped her tears on your shirt. Waiting for her to calm down, you asked what had happened. How did she sustain such an injury?
“I… I tripped…” She mumbles out. She knew you didn’t believe her but hoped that you wouldn’t pry too much.
“... right. Be more aware of your surroundings.” You held her injured hand, examining the bandage, making sure it was secure and had no threats of unraveling.
She nodded, her shoulders slumped with glossy eyes.
“Seeing that you’re injured, we will not have any training for the rest of the week. Sleep in and rest up, okay?” You watched her nod once more, she looked like a kicked puppy. “I’ll help you to bed and for tomorrow, why don’t I make you some breakfast?”
Her head shots up, eyes wide. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
“Well, you may not remember this but when you just started to eat solids, I was the one in charge of your meals.” You smile.
She felt warmth on her cheeks. Her previous dampened mood now took an upturn. She was now excited for her breakfast.
Your heart melted at the innocence displayed in front of you. You’ll admit it again and again. Azula looks best when she’s happy.
It was a losing fight against your urge to embrace her. And so, you did. You brought her closer to you, your hand on her head.
Azula welcomed the embrace. Her hands not yet long enough to fully wrap around you. She smiled against your shoulder.
If this is how her brother feels every time their mother soothes him, she gets the appeal of being weak.