Yay! Welcome to my second fic. Find out what happens to when Zuko decides to again confront his father. The results will be shocking...... When you've finished reading, be sure to review! I need all the feedback I can get. Cheers!

Disclaimer: I do not own Avatar: The Last Airbender

Zuko walks down the long hallway to his father's holding cell, hand in hand with Mai and another woman. Many thoughts rush through the Fire Lord's mind, and he's unsure on what to tell his father. He nods to the guard at Ozai's cell, a sign for the guard to open the gate.

"Mai," Zuko says, "You don't have to come. This could end badly."

"Are you sure?"'

"I think it would be better if you waited out here."

"Ok then."

Zuko pulls Mai into a passionate kiss, before he enters the cell. He holds a finger to the other woman, telling her to hold on. He closes the gate behind him and finds his father, sitting, his wrists handcuffed. The miserable, dirty look on his father's face makes Zuko think twice about talking to him. But he feels as if he needs to do this........

"Must I bow down to your gracious presence, oh mighty Fire Lord Zuko?" asked Ozai sarcastically.

"Look at you. A month of imprisonment does change you much, does it?" Zuko asked.

(grunts)

"The Avatar spares your pathetic life, I spare your pathetic life, and you're still a disgrace to yourself," says Zuko.

"Hmmph. You must be lucky that I spared your life. See, that scar on your face? Remember that day? That day in which I taught you a lesson needed to be learned, Zuko? You could've died on the spot, do you know that? And what about when your mother made a deal with me to be banished, preventing you from being killed? See, Zuko? It's pretty ironic for you to tell me to be lucky to be alive," Ozai says.

"And you're proud of what you've done? That's what makes us different. I've looked back at the past; I know that I've done wrong and I would take back what I've done in a second. But you? You gloat and praise yourself until you can't take it anymore. Your proud of your so called glory. But answer this question: Why are you suffering in prison, eating scraps, if you've done things so worthy of praise?"

"You watch what you say to me, Zuko! I'm still your father."

"YOU SCAR ME FOR LIFE, TAKE MY MOTHER AWAY FROM ME, AND TELL ME TO WATCH WHAT I SAY? Hmmph. You ruined my life to feel better about your useless life."

"I don't know what you're trying to accomplish, Zuko. If you're trying to make me feel guilty of the things I've done, trying to make me apologize, it's not going to work."

"You never WILL learn, will you? I don't know when you'll ever have the cold hard facts enter your hardheaded mind. You are rotting in a filthy holding cell and you haven't taken a simple moment of guilt for what you've done? You haven't a wonder in the world what you've done to deseve this treatment?"

There is a long period of silence that follows. Zuko calms down and takes another look at his father. He tries to search for any ounce of guilt or regret in his eyes. But he finds none. Zuko shakes his head in disgust. He is then reminded of his sister. Azula and Ozai were so much alike. They never felt guilty for their actions, but they felt proud and they praised themselves continuously. He wonders if Azula feels just as proud in her own holding cell.

"Why are you here, anyway?" Ozai asked slowly. "Are you through with your attempts to make me regret what I've done?"

"The last time I was here, I demanded to know where my mother was. But since you were no help, I turned to other sources." Zuko turns around, opens the gate, and motions for the woman to go inside.

"So? What does this have to do wit........"

Ozai sits in shock as he sees his former wife before his eyes. She still looked like how she did before, same gold eyes, same long black hair.

"Ur...........ur......"

Ozai tries to say her name, but he just can't get it out of his mouth. It's been so long since he had said it last...