This is set when Zuko and Azula were kids. Well you would have figured that out once you read it but oh well. Enjoy!

Zuko's eyes twitched open as he heard the door to his bed room chamber being opened. He watched as a small of strip light poured in and a shadowy figure followed. He stranded his eyes to see who it was but it was too dark. The figure stopped at the end of his bed, and then a small blue flame appeared illuminating the space between them. Zuko sighed letting his worry fade away.

"What do you want, Azula?"

"I have something to show you." Azula smirked.

Zuko rolled his eyes in the dimly light room, "It's the middle of the night you can show in the morning, it's probably not important anyway."

"Just come on, I assure you you won't be disappointed." Azula said tugging on Zuko's sleeve.

He threw the covers back and swung his legs out letting his feet hit the cold marble floor. Azula nodded briefly before they slipped out of his room. She put the fire in her hand out and let the moonlight shining through windows of the palace guide them. The palace was a spooky place at night. With dark areas that light could not reach, or the echoes from people preparing last minute things for the next day. But there was no noise now, it was the dead of night and everyone was asleep. The only thing to be heard was the quiet padding of Zuko and Azula's footsteps.

"Where are we going?" Zuko whispered after they rounded a corner.

"To father's room." Azula said her voice dry and mysterious.

Zuko speed up until he was next to Azula again, "why?"

She was silent as they headed down the corridor leading to Ozai's room. His door was the only one on that hall, it was large with gold designs of a dragon much the one in the throne room. A small sliver of light raced from the bottom of the door. More light came out as Azula opened it just enough for them to see inside. Azula held a finger to her lips then pointed over to Ozai. Zuko furrowed his brow in confusion as he watched the scene in front of them.

Ozai was sitting at the edge of the massive four post royal bed. He stared out the window up at the sky as hot salty tears rolled down his cheeks, leaving red stains of pain on his face, before dripping onto his red silk robe.

"I'm sorry Ursa," Ozai whispered closing his eyes, "but I had to secure my throne.

"You didn't have to help me, but you did. I should have loved you more, but I didn't." Ozai slumped under the golden sheets still sniffling up the last tears before falling in to slumber.

Azula slowly and steadily pushed the door closed. "I told you it couldn't wait till morning." She wiped one of her own tears away.

Zuko was silent letting his tears roll freely. This was the first and only time they had seen their father, Fire Lord Ozai, actually cry.


A/N: I got this idea while I was taking a shower, weird place to get an idea but whatever. I liked writing this, it was fun and showed a VERY different side of Ozai, also a little different side of Zuko and Azula. Reviews are welcome (in other words, please review) :)