A/N: I am not usually so morbid. However, I am having intense bouts of raging hatred at Azula.

Three one-shots, with the theme of Zuko besting and killing Azula.

One

Zuko's Eyes:

Golden Gates

The bittersweet taste of irony floods my mouth as I realize how this dream of mine has turned out.

I am finally sovereign.

But this place is not what I always saw in my glorified visions. I am the FIRE princess. I should be ruling the FIRE Nation. Not the EARTH Kingdom.

Agni laughs at Fate.

But this is what Fate has thrown to me, its servile dog. Ha! But I shall take this.

Ahh. Another taste enters my mouth.

Fear. I lick my lips.

The city has found out, I suppose, but I'm not sure how that that happened. They are scared, and they should be. Victory for my father is close at hand.

I am nearly satisfied. I have only one thing left to finish.

My brother.

He is the last tree fallen across my path. Usually I go around or climb over obstacles in my way. But this time is different. This time I must physically remove the obstruction, something I am perfectly willing to do.

He has been my chief annoyance from the day I was born—maybe even earlier. He stole the love of Mother, and continues to divert the attention of my father.

He can't have—my father will—I can't let—

My brother must die. I cannot stand him any longer and his usefulness has outlived itself.

Who—oh. Oh.

Perfect. Zuzu.

Princess Azula turned towards her sibling, smiling icily. "Brother. So good to see you."

"Azula," he nodded. "The Dai Lee want you."

"Do they?" she smirked. "Can't run the city without me?"

He shrugged noncommittally. "Apparently."

"I've been thinking, Zuko," she told him soothingly, placing a hand on his arm. She had to lure him farther into the false sense of security she had built for him. "We need to spend more time together. We need to feel more like a family again. I feel as though I don't know you anymore."

"No," he said in that infuriatingly impassive way of his. "You don't know me anymore."

Azula shifted uncomfortably. There was something odd in his eyes, something flickering there, something she had never seen before. . .she blinked, somewhat bemused. "I'm glad you agree," she murmured smoothly, striving to seem unshaken. "Come, brother. The Dai Lee are waiting."

What? No! He can't DO this! Great Agni. That's a wall. . .

Azula was lying dazed and crumpled at the base of the wall Zuko had thrown her into, the rich Earth Kingdom rungs lying there doing nothing to cushion her fall. She realized in panic that her body wouldn't move.

His shadow fell across her, and she looked up, feeling the first pricklings of fear.

"They're going to have to wait, I suppose," Zuko mused, looking down thoughtfully at the now bedraggled princess. "Of course I knew your ambitions. Did you really think I would betray Uncle? He's my father now. I don't need to listen to that monster on the throne anymore. I have my own honor."

"Not. . .monster!" she gritted out.

What did he do to me? I can't move! I'm bleeding. . .

Zuko smirked and produced a dagger. "Temporary paralysis. Just long enough for my purposes. You won't interfere with anyone ever again, sister mine. The Avatar will kill Ozai, and the world will be in the balance once again; the way it was supposed to be."

"Who are you?" Azula gasped desperately against the numb horror choking her throat. "And what have you done with my brother?"

He grinned, a terrifying sight. "I am justice." He ignited the rugs around her with flame from his fists. "And I am your brother."

She could only watch helplessly as the greedy, crackling fire gleefully crept closer. "Don't. . .Zuko. . ."

"Live what you visited upon others, Azula," he grated through his teeth hoarsely, clearly unhappy.

"Please. . ."

"Goodbye, Azula," he whispered, his sorrow surprisingly echoing amid the raging blaze.

He turned and left silently the same way he had came.

ZUKO! No, Zuko—I can't believe—please, please, you—

Gods and spirits, I can still see your eyes, brother!

The triumph and remorse raging in those molten depths stay with me, shake me. In your smoldering golden pools—identical to mine! We were one in the same!—I seem to see gates.

Gates.

Someone is screaming, a gut-wrenchingly horrible sound.

Flames burst abruptly from the suddenly smoking gates. What—?

Oh Agni! It's me. It's me!

I'm the one screaming. . .

THE END

A/N: This was written for the sole purpose of killing Azula. Case closed.

Zuko: Hey, Conterra, I was wondering if I could kill Azula.

C: -scoffs- how are you going to do that?

Zuko: errr. . .ha ha. I thought you were going to figure that out. The best plan I had was to stab her in the back while she was sleeping, but I came upon a minor stumbling block.

C: Oh? What was that?

Zuko: Heh, heh, couldn't find a knife. Had to settle for a spoon.

C: -hits forehead-

Zuko: Now armed with spoon, I must find Azula's room! I think it was this way. . . -runs into dead end wall- Or maybe not.

C: Here, Zuko. Let me help you with that.

That's exactly how this happened. And if you don't review this, then Zuko will come and shave your hair down to a horsetail with his spoon!