A/N: I started this fic such a long time ago, and now I'm finally posting it! I hope you all enjoy it, as I've worked very hard on it. I love Azula, and this is a fic about her; A fic that follows her every move and, I hope with precision, her thoughts as well. What'll happen as our princess tries to obtain world domination? Wouldn't you like to know.

Disclaimer: 3the does NOT own Avatar! However, she did send snail-mail to Bryan and Mike asking, "Dear Sirs: If you would be so kind, please give me the rights to this show!" ...She is still waiting for their reply.

Episode .01; Reverse & Replay

"Extreme remedies are very appropriate for extreme diseases." -- Hippocrates, Aphorisms

Focusing was next to impossible for Ozai as his mind fumed with rage. He had never experienced something so… disorderly, and simply remembering the days events irked him to the fullest extent. He was beyond upset and struggled to remember the last time such vast amounts of anger pulsed through his veins.

The first army of people to ever forcibly enter his world were of a poor class, lowly people who are never expected to obtain much throughout the course of their miserable lives. And yet they achieved the satisfaction of nearly taking out the Fire Nation. By making a mockery of his citizens through exploiting their only weakness, they had also successfully marked the Fire Nations most embarrassing event in history. An unfathomable thought, but he had been humiliated by a group of conspiring peasants.

Ozai sat in his crimson room contemplating his next move, the large banner bearing his nations insignia displayed behind him. He had appointed two of his most intelligent assistants to write a speech, something simple and formal explaining what had happened during the black sun; but Ozai had given that order three days ago, only two hours after his army managed to push back the intruding forces. Taken their long time to submit a decent speech, Ozai figured that not even the Fire Nations brightest scholars could justly explain what had occurred on that day.

But Ozai knew what had happened; he could see exactly how the events unfolded like clouds rolling in before a summer storm.

Things didn't connect; he could feel it himself deep within his spirit. Lies were floating about, wicked ghosts he had only permitted himself to set free. Someone was deceiving him, and his convictions only deepened as he talked with the son he cared nothing for. Though still unbelieving what the scarred boy revealed, Ozai knew he didn't trust Zuko's words because he didn't want to.

Azula would never

He tried convincing himself; but Azula had more of his flesh than her mothers, making dishonesty something that came naturally to his daughter. Zuko however, a near replication of Ursa, was destined to always tell the truth.

So the report Azula delightedly relayed to her father about Zuko defeating the avatar...

And the news Zuko vehemently told his father of the avatar still being alive…

Simply did not match up.

Though Zuko was gone, searching for the Avatar to now join him and not end his life, Azula still remained in the Fire Nation loyally abiding by her fathers orders. She was the only one who could shed some light on what had truly happened.

"Daddy, you called?" Azula asked, sauntering across the onyx flooring to his throne. She was obviously uninterested in what he had to say. The young princess was dressed In simple silk robes colored amaranth and brass; Her hair, moist and drying cold, was pulled back into a quickly tied ponytail. She observably had better things to do with her time, listening to him speak was such a waste.

"I was really enjoying my bath, the servants finally got the water right on the first try and Ty Lee finally understands how to properly use a loofah, so excuse me if I seem at all groggy." She says examining her wrists. She knew what this was about, she had been expecting it for awhile now. He was going to rant and rave about what happened during the eclipse, as if the walls of the Fire Nation were burning down as he speaks. Azula sighed deeply to herself, bracing her mind for the boredom eager to assault it and making perfectly sure that what Ozai saw was his daughter in a firm stance, her arms folded neatly behind her and her golden eyes politely looking at him.

"I'm very disappointed, Azula. The events that happened on the day of the eclipse have falsely shown our nation to be weak, a failure." He stresses every word and pushes them through his teeth. What he can't understand and didn't expect -- that his prodigious daughter would fail -- angers him the most.

Sure Azula and the rest of the army had succeeded in forcing the assailants to retreat, but Ozai was angered that they had even had the chance to attack.

"The invaders should have never made it into the palace; they shouldn't have gotten into the city for that matter. And as much as death pleases me so, I did not enjoy half of my men being destroyed. Why did that particular day interest you so much as one for slacking off? Can you not handle being ruthless, do you no longer derive pleasure from someone's death? Is ending an army of peasants lives no longer fun and too much of a job now? Or perhaps you've been drinking that special tea, of course meant for my dreadfully poor brother, which I have forbade anyone to touch."

Ozai glared at his daughter, not wanting to believe she was standing before him looking so calm yet so disgraceful. He knew she could do better than the unsatisfactory act she had given that day. He knows he taught her to do better.

Azula grimaced, though she quickly hid it beneath a blank stare. Daddy hadn't been this snippy before, surely something new was bothering the old guy.

"Oh, father, you humor me." Azula spoke, placing a hand daintily over her chest to feign sincerity.

"You know as well as I do that we were overwhelmingly outnumbered. Not to mention that the smart guy apparently made detailed plans and maps along with numerous inventions to help them with their siege."

"Siege!? But that's just it!" He barked, voice rising in anger.

"They shouldn't have accomplished so much to be given the right to call what they did a siege. Their operation should have never started, it should have failed before they even reach the ports!" He yelled as his eyes began glowing.

He stood from his chair and guards flanked to his side. Azula couldn't believe how worked up he was getting, it was extremely unlike him. Though in a twisted way, Azula was honored she had such an immense effect on him. She growled lowly under her breath, forcing herself not to look at him as he sparked within her a ravenous fury. She lowered her head and turned it to the side; her face would be the only thing to give away her anger, so she had to be careful not to let him see... At least not until she composed herself. Ozai was simply to upset to coherently converse with anyone, not even his most favored daughter.

Azula was beginning to grow tired of his verbal attacks, and his contemptuous voice was starting to wear on her nerves. Then Azula realized that her father had always been like this, when ever angered by anyone he'd wear down their self-worth until they fled the nation or killed themselves. Truly un-noble for a king. She was beginning to think that Ozai's reign as Fire Lord had long ago expired.

"Yes father, I understand. But we still stand, we are still undefeated." She states, pounding her fist into her palm for added effect.

"The war isn't over yet, and I assure you we will come out victorious, just as we always have and always will. Just as in Ba Sing Se." Her voice is calm, and now so is her expression; she wants to go away, quickly. This talk may very well bore or anger her to death, and it was odd sympathizing with how Mai feels most of the time. The poor girl, it's a wonder how she remains with a full head of hair.

Ozai sighed deeply, feeling that no, his daughter didn't understand; and he was tired of her hiding things.

"Speaking of Ba Sing Se, Azula my daughter, my favorite child and the fire nations pride and prodigy; I was informed with some rather interesting information that dreadful day we were attacked. So interesting in fact that it made me, Fire Lord Ozai, lose brief control over his emotions." He walked calmly but swiftly towards her, stopping only a few centimeters in front of her.

"I could be relaying a message from your brother, but I am unsure. Though I hope you could shed some light on the situation… I dare say I was stunned upon hearing the news, but I feel comfortable speaking truthfully in your presence... Would you like to hear what was said?"

Azula was silent. Ozai chuckled to himself, his heated breath pulsing quickly over Azula as he does so. Her hands curl tightly into fists; she fears nothing, but his presence is truly overwhelming when he's close.

He knows the truth, he knows the truth…

She repeats to herself, she knew one day he would figure it out. Only.. Only it's too soon.

"You don't need a diary for me to be able to read you like a book."

"Well then father, maybe you should consider getting glasses." She hissed, thinking to herself that any idiot would have figured long ago that Zuko didn't kill the avatar, that in fact no one had killed the bald kid.

"So, you didn't bring down the Avatar! You didn't prevent this invasion and you didn't succeed!" He is now even more infuriated than before. He takes a few steps back to properly gauge her expression. She's grinning…

"But what you did do is lie. And you have not only failed me, but you have disgraced me as well. You have dishonored this nation, you have dishonored yourself!"

He snakes a hand around her throat; in a flash she is against the wall, and a loud thud resounds throughout the room from the impact before she falls to her hands and feet. She can hear Ozai's maniacal laughter in the background, behind the beating noise of her heart in her ears. Bile finds it way up from her stomach and she coughs, she spits, she can feel every bit of her father-loving façade crumble away.

Fine… if he wants it all to end now then so be it.

Azula stands, wiping spittle and blood and strands of hair from her face. Replacing it all with a most sinister grin. She doesn't care why he did it or if he really meant to or anything; She just wants him to pay, to suffer, to feel pain. It's about time he's known what defeat was like. It's time she's put her plan into motion.

"Hahaha, father... Still showing off, are we? But surely you know that everything I do I do for you… right?"

"So you were purposely unsuccessful to impress me? Is that what you are saying? Dear daughter, have you gone really mad?" He asks rhetorically, pointing two fingers squarely at her face. She only snickers in response.

"Oh daddy, I obviously didn't fail. Look how upset you've become. You've even taken your time to leave your seat and approach me, I know how much exercise older man get simply from walking… I feel so special." She taunts, her grin now revealing rows of pearly white teeth.

"And yes I did do all this for you, though it could be more properly phrased…" She says snidely as she raises two fingers of her own. She lightly taps her foot twice against the ground.

"I think that I've done everything I set out to do…." A Dai Li Agent appears through a hole he creates from underground and entombs the Fire Lord into a cylinder shaped cocoon. Ozai elicits a grunt in response to the coarse earth tightening around his body.

"…Don't you agree?"

A/N: CLIFFHANGER! Oh this reminds me of the old days... I love cliffhangers, sorry if it annoys anyone.

I hope everyone knows that the Dai Li are basically like... Azula's stalkers. That's how dedicated they are to her; They are never too far away. Upon writing this chapter I hit a wall, and then I remembered how Azula basically pwned Long Feng in CoD.

Appearently, Azula's been plannning this day all along... I've already written chapter two... update?