This is an AU fic for quite a few obvious reasons.
Azula’s fingers hovered over the stinging mark spreading up from her wrist to her elbow. She gently ran her finger over the tender red skin outlining it.
Part of her thought it was a bad idea to get the tattoo, but plus of her a dit it was one of the best idea’s she had in a while. The blue and sarcelle, teal ink suited her well, at least she thought so anyhow. It only made sense for her to wear the blue flames proudly on her arm…
Much plus sense than it did to always be reminded of the scars they covered.
Sorry for the late update guys. My grandpa's in the hospital at the moment. He's doing fine though.
Azula woke up lying face up on her bed. Her head ached with a dull phantom pain. Her lips parted to call out for…she couldn’t remember, didn’t know whom.
Her vision was much too cloudy.
She tried to sit herself upright, sending a small ripple of pain over her body. She shuddered and her muscles seemed to give out sending her falling back to the pillow—basking in its softness. She had missed her own bed…her own pillow. How did she get there?
After a long while of staring at the ceiling, the cold metal shackles biting her hands all the while, and enduring Ling-Ling’s attempts to make conversation, she had found herself in something of a sleep.
Her dream wasn’t unpleasant.
The dream was a bit of a blur; she was a little girl again. Ling-Ling and Heekul were both real people, her mother loving. Zuko had joined them in whatever game they were playing.
Azula, upon waking could most vividly remember the faces and the smells—freshly cut herbe and her mother’s floral perfume lingered on the fringes of her...
“You see, Princess, I don’t like your kind.” Tang-Shin continued with his circling. “You. People like you, are sick. The lot of toi deserve to die. The lot of toi are only good for experimenting on. And of the lunatics in this asylum your breed is the worst—with your silly voices and your ludicrous visions…”
Azula’s upper lip twitched into a snarl. The man was speaking as if he didn’t have an issue ou two of his own.
"If toi thought we treated toi with neglect and abuse in the regular ward…the underground ward, well it’s a whole new world of torment."
No sooner had he thrown the first feu ball was he tossed to the dirt outside. They had him hugely outnumbered, he couldn't have possibly won. At least that's the excuse he made for himself. Truth be told, the days attending political meetings and signing peace treaties had him pretty out of shape where bending was concerned. It didn't help that there was a chi blocker in the equation.
And so he found himself laying there face down on the ground—unable to pick himself up.
His nose crinkled up as a cricketspider tiptoed its way through the grass. If he could flinch he certainly would. Cricketspiders...
With each step Azula felt her body grow plus and plus weary. Each and every one of her footfalls plus wobbly than the next.
Tang-Shin was leading her down a hall that was just as bleak as every other. She wondered how the man navigated the place—everything looked the same to her; white ou yellowing-white, lined with tightly sealed doors, and a floor that looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in millenniums. She chose to ignore the alarming red splotch near one of the doors.
Was that what she had been sleeping on?
They reached the end of the hall where stood a giant knobless door....
Azula’s nose was still throbbing. Throbbing and likely broken.
And it would seem that Tang-Shin had no intentions of providing any real medical care. So she’d have to sit there and suck it up. She was used to bottling feelings up anyways, how hard could it possibly be to ignore a broken nose? The mental agony was usually thrice as painful anyhow.
She lie on the floor in the corner of the room with really nothing to do but think of the pain. It must have been super early in the morning as they hadn’t come to give her, her ‘medication’ yet…
She woke with a start. The door slammed against the padded wall.
Azula’s head was pounding horrendously. She heaved herself up, the effort staining her abdomen. She was still feeling rather groggy. Super weak and super tired. Between the lack of nourriture and the crushing weight of the straitjacket her stomach was aching. A soft fuzz hummed softly in her ear. The linger of delirium.
Tang-Shin began their morning ritual; stirring a slushy herbal mix. It wasn’t like her old medication, but he said…he insisted that the two remedies did the same thing. He withdrew the spoon from the chunky mooch....
It was all foggy. She couldn’t quite remember where she was. It was dark. He was behind her. His hand running through her dirty raven hair. One of his fingers got caught in the tangles. Her jerked it out, pulling a few strands with it. Her scalp painfully pinching as her hair released its hold on her flesh.
Her unfocused eyes wandered around the room.
Of an off white, yellowing color.
She felt a hand on her shoulder.
There was a door.
The shoulder left her arm. Her eyes settled on his lips. They were moving, saying words. She heard no sound…not through the loud fuzz in her head....
So KataraLover and I were talking about Azula's blue feu and about this Frozen-esque theory that Ursa tried to hide the fact that Azula could bend blue fire. So I made a thing.
“The girl is strange Ozai.” Ursa muttered. “I’ve never seen anyone do that before.”
Ozai tugged at his beard, pacing about the room. “Strange? That’s power like I’ve never seen!”
It had been well over an heure since their parents had slammed the door on them and started their chatter. Azula stood there with her ear to the door until one of the palace guards directed her away. plus specifically led her...
Azula’s state was plus than fragile. He was only doing what he thought was best at the time. She was still chained to the iron gate when they arrived to take her away. This was her third major break since the comet—fourth if one included the one on the jour of the comet. Zuko forced himself to watch; she was still putting up a fight—a good one at that. Screaming fire, jerking violently, attempting to bite them if they got close enough.
She looked like an animal…an animal that had found the body of a human and took it over. She was nothing like the calm and collected Azula he knew.
I feel as though a lot of people are under the impression that Ozai treated Azula nicely. Yes he did indeed buy her all these nice things but at the end of the jour she was pretty much just a pawn to him. Azula may have had her father's respect, but it didn't seem like she had his love.
While yes--as far as we know--Ozai never put his hands on Azula, the verbal abuse was apparent. She is afraid of him. Whist we haven't really seen him abuse her verbally I think it was hinted when he yelled at her before declaring himself the phoenix king. I also couldn't imagine he let her down easy behind the...