Title- Hero
Summary- Mai's way to cope.
Avatar the Last Airbender
Rating- M
Pairing- Mai/?
A/N- Random thing I came up with randomly.
Mai sat quietly, watching, waiting as Azula went on one of her tirades. She shifted slightly, scratching her arm through her sleeve, stopping only when she noticed Ty Lee staring at her strangely. She sighed, standing from her seat, and walking over to the window. Azula faltered, but other than that, no one took any notice to her.
She stared out the window into the darkened night, her dark eyes taking in the entirety of the scenery. Silently she lifted her arm, pulling back her sleeve to look over the ugly scars and nasty cuts embedded in her skin. Her eyes raked over her pale skin for another moment before she let her sleeve drop back to its original place. She glared through her reflection in the window pane, before turning quickly and striding from the room, hearing Azula stop speaking completely- for once.
She went to her room, closing and locking the door, not that it would keep Azula out if she really wanted in, she just liked the privacy it gave her. She took out one of her throwing knives, looking over the blackened metal of the curved blade before lifting her right sleeve. She pressed the tip into her skin, tilting her head back as she drew it across her wrist. Her mouth fell open with a small gasp as she moved the blade up her arm to make another line across. Her eyes drifted closed, and she smiled, actually smiled at the stinging pain that it brought her. She made another and one more before she was interrupted.
A knock sounded on the door, the authority of it letting her know that it was Azula and not Ty Lee. She pulled her sleeve down, replacing her knife to its rightful place before going to answer the door. She unlocked it and opened it. "Yes?" she questioned in her usual monotone voice.
"What made your think that you could leave right in the middle of my speech?" Azula demanded, her hands folded behind her back as she stood in a military stance before her friend.
"I'm sorry, I was feeling sick." Mai replied.
"Well, are you better now?" Azula questioned.
"Not really." Mai said.
"What have you been doing?"
"Just lying in bed, trying to make my stomach settle."
"Oh, really now? And how's that working for you?"
"It's not." Mai said. "I'm sorry for interrupting you by leaving so abruptly, I thought that would be more polite than getting sick right in the middle of your speech."
Azula nodded. "You had better be well by tomorrow; we'll be leaving first thing in the morning."
Mai nodded. "I will be."
Azula looked her over for a moment, her amber eyes pausing on something just beside Mai's right foot. "Good night then." she said before looking up and walking away.
Mai closed the door before looking down, seeing a pool of blood just beside her. She tskd, pulling up her sleeve again to see that the blood had run down her arm and hand, to drip off the ends of her fingers. She shook her head before going over to the wash basin that was on her desk, washing away all the blood.
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The next morning she was up bright and early as usual, her arms wrapped in black fabric to hide the scars and cuts should her sleeves come up. Azula was of course the last up, and the last ready. She stepped out of her room in her usual heavy plate armour, her stance regal and her head held up in her usual manner. Ty Lee was dressed in her usual pink acrobat outfit, her hair in a thick braid down her back.
Mai waited for the both of them, leaning against the wall as they got their things together. All she had was a small bag with a few essential things in it. She didn't know why Ty Lee had to carry around a bag the size of hers full of makeup alone, and she had no idea why Azula needed three canisters of armour wax, and an entire repair kit. It wasn't as if it mattered.
End.