*Please see at least the last chapter of "Imperious Rex" to understand this better. =]

Johnny closed his eyes – the only way he could make use of a preparatory technique - & showed Azula the bag.

He let out a lengthy, shaky breath, "I got you this."

"What is it?" she opened the bag to peer inside. Out she pulled the article of clothing, which she noticed had an electric blue sheen along the sides.

"Whoa! Where'd you get it?" her eyes widened. It looked like it would hug her figure very comfortably. Moreover, the blue patterns running down the garment were actually flame patterns. Was this Blue Dragon merchandise or what?

Instantly, she hurried to slip the jacket on. Johnny's little agenda was going smoothly.

He tried putting it vividly, "Thought you might like it…blue's the new orange fire." He struck a 'cool' pose in front of her, like what people's bodies do when they shout 'Tadda!'.

Azula trotted to the nearest mirror excitedly. "It's really sweet," she got chirpy. She thought the blue streaks accentuated her eyes, & even the colour of her lipstick, strangely.

"Yeah. Neat, huh?" said Johnny with a wide grin.

Azula turned around to throw him a look: a look depicting suspicion. But she maintained a curvy smile, "Isn't this jacket just another version of yours?" She partly wanted her liquid irises to perhaps bore into his.

He gazed down at his own apparel (the famous black, red & yellow leather jacket the world knew he owned) & muttered quietly, "Well, yeah!"

"Why would you buy someone a piece of clothing? Not that this isn't nice; it's really great! Nevertheless, I'm curious as the cat."

"Actually, I got it specially made…for you," his mug looked sheepish.

"That makes you even weirder," she lifted one brow. "It's not like you."

"I wanna impress you, that's all," his words drifted a little.

"No need to. Your other fans would love you more," cheekiness seemed to decorate her face.

"How do you know?" he flashed a row of pearly whites.

"Ugh." Rolling her eyes, she turned to analyze herself in the mirror once more.

"So, you like it?" he asked of her.

"You're gonna next ask me whether I like you, aren't you?" she narrowed both eyes.

"I…uh…," he chuckled & half-choked, with a hint of mirth. If he was going to be honest, he'd be answering in the affirmative.

"Oh. Curiosity killed the cat," she utilized her razor sharp intellect, guessing correctly just in her head.

"You hugged me in front of everybody before we left Atlantis," he began to tease. He knew this was what was mainly setting her off. Obviously she was pretty humiliated now because she had really meant it (when hugging him), & he liked it.

"True, true. You saved my dad. That's why I hugged you. No more, no less!" she waved her arms about. He was liking this more.

"I'm not too sure about that…" he crossed his arms behind his back, stretching his body relaxingly. As he took a step he didn't see a table leg jutting outward. Next thing he knew, he stumbled with a yelp onto the floor.

She remarked, "It's cute."

"Huh?" came his muffled tone.

"You're cute; I admit it. You got me," she looked down at him, specifically at the innocent blue in his eyes.

"Errr…uhm…thanks?"

She simpered & told him, "Oop. Training time. See you downstairs." Then she proceeded to leave the area.

"See ya…," he replied.

"By the way, thanks for this outfit," she held her jacket proudly before vanishing out of sight.

He didn't hear her, for he was happily thinking up something to mull over.