Well...This my first A:TLA fanfic and of course it's an Ozai fic.
Why? Because that man deserves so much more love from the fandom. Why you ask again? He created Zuko. The End. lol
No really Ozai is one of my favorite characters in the show because of what he did and how over a short reign in the Fire Nation he was able to affect sooo many peoples lives. I also thought he needed to be flushed out a bit more because although he was the 2nd son of Azulon, he (in the end) turned out to be the most powerful Firebender in the A:TLA universe since probably...Avatar Roku. Why wasn't his ascension to the throne enough for him? Why world domination? Why didn't this pretty mofo remarry?
All of those questions can be answered I'm sure, but there is a huge cloud of mystery surrounding Ozai especially after Katara reveals is innocent baby portrait. And Zuko stating that at one point he cared about his family...I digress.
Many like to think Ozai had no feelings, was evil and wanted world domination just for the sake of it. I disagree.
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WARNINGS: Sexual situations, homoerotic-ness, perversion, self-hate, nudity, blood, gore, domestic violence, attempted rape, attempted suicide, bisexuality, incest, prejudice, and unsafe thoughts.
DO NOT READ IF ANY OF THE ABOVE OFFENDS YOU! THOSE THEMES WITH APPEAR SOMETIME DURING THIS FIC...
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On a side note. At different points in the story the point of view will shift and the narrator will change. It will be inconsistent, but it is something I'm experimenting with and using this story as my guinea pig. Please comment on my writing and don't forget to review! ^_^
On with the story!
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Summary Plot:
The Phoenix King...defeated and imprisoned. The world is at peace but still there is a hunt. A rumor in the Fire Nation says that the former Fire Lord Ozai created another heir. Produced by a woman closest to the former Fire Lord, a woman whose title grants her child a chance at the throne. But before all of this...the Phoenix King had a plan to escape his prison since a time when the first Avatar was created.
The Elder Spirits
Prolouge
Is it strange for a descendant of a water tribe to like the flame? That swirling element which engulfs everything in its path? Yeah, I think so, but I won't think of it.
It is dusk and here I sit beyond the throne room waiting for the Fire Lord to finish his council with various generals about the siege the Fire Nation plans on the Great Earth Kingdom stronghold Ba Sing Se. They plan to use a drill to break down its walls. It's horrible but not really.
What is horrible is the blasphemy that darned Admiral Zhao has planned. A plan to kill the mortal form of the moon spirit, Tui. A plan to kill the moon. A plan to destroy water bending in every way possible. What will this world be like without the moon? Will there only be pitch black nights?
I can only wait and see, for tonight it will be all over.
I seized my traitorous thoughts as I heard the door behind the throne open. As I stood the overwhelming heat of the Fire Lord's flame greeted me without apology. I've become accustomed to the high temperatures at which the Fire Lord keeps around him. For I am closer to him than anyone else. For I serve him and only him.
For I am Fire Lord Ozai's personal attendant and my name is Kaimira.
"Kaimira," His godlike voice beckoned me as only it could. "Come, I wish to have some type of training session before our supper."
"Yes, my lord." I answered head bowed as chill when up my spine. You would think that because of how warm it was that wouldn't happen, but the Fire Lord has been known to heat an entire ballroom. Did I mention that was using his body heat only. No bending involved…or ,maybe is a side effect of being the great bender he was.
We walked in silence passing a few servants along the way, who mechanically bowed and showed their respect to their Fire Lord. The said man had barely even noticed them, because if the Fire Lord couldn't respect you…Well you were nonexistent. Yet those that did not exist often turned their noses up at me and they had many reasons to do so.
One, I was Water Tribe. I don't know which branch but I am of their descent. If my tanned skin and sapphire blue eyes didn't give it away, then would it be my thick brown locks that extended past my hips or the fact that I can waterbend. I think it's because of my hair because the Fire Lord would, pardon my expression, fire slap a bitch if I even cut it. But seriously I've seen him fire-slap a bitch, and it wasn't pretty. Poor man was in a coma for a week and now has a permanent scar in the shape of the Fire Lord's large right hand. But I have gotten off track.
Two, my mother served in my position before me. She was the late and former Fire Lord Azulon's attendant. She was rumored to have slept with Azulon, Iroh, Lu Ten, and a number of the head generals and admirals of the army and navy. Ozai was the only exception in this. I'll have to ask him about that later. Contrary to popular belief I don't have sexual relations so hot that the walls are burned by accidental fireballs during our passionate sessions of hot Fire Lord and attendant…passions. No those burns on the wall are from Fire Lord Ozai letting out some frustration because he can't take the heat of the straightening comb I use on his hair. I'll have to tease him about that later.
And lastly because I'm so close to the Fire Lord that I sometimes think we are…friends. I have talked, ate, and laughed with him. Fire Lord Ozai is feared by everyone, his servants, his nation, this world, but the tragic one is that of his family. His wife, Ursa, choose banishment to get away from him, he scarred his son for life, his daughter is obsessed with pleasing her insatiable father and his brother refuses any direct contact with him. Fire Lord Ozai is a cruel, temperamental, unforgiving man but I know beneath that harsh exterior he wishes for something…someone. Some say my lord was in love with my mother.
We have finally reached the outer arena of the Fire Lord, where he stripped off his royal robes and shoulder armor. I caught each article of clothing as the Fire Lord threw them away from his body as if he wanted me to sprint to catch them. With all of his garments in my arms I turned to delicately fold them and place them on the arena steps as he began his solo training routine. It's unbelievable that he was so unmatched that no one would dare spar with him.
It is also unbelievable that my lord hasn't taken another wife or a concubine of some sort. He sure is more than good looking enough.
As I look over to him displaying his outrageously skilled bending. I'm glad I'm a virgin, because if I wasn't…I would have been in those loose burgundy training pants. Those pants that were currently not loose enough to slip down his waist and reveal that unbelievably defined pelvic muscles, leading in an alluring v down to his royal parts. They also aren't as good as the pants that slipped even further down revealing his royal pubic hairs. I mean, at that point the only thing that could have been holding his pants up was his ego. Then there were the pants he nearly burned off; his thighs are amazing. And finally the pants that were so tight on his royal hind quarters. Perfection.
The Fire Lord seemed to have been approaching the closure of his training as the intensity of his fire had risen and his movements were becoming more powerful and brutal. And in a final quick display of fierce bending, his pants slid down one inch! Victory is mine!
So now the Fire Lord probably wants a towel to dry himself with…And I was so busy looking at what his pants would do today that I forgot to get them, no matter, I will just run and get them now.
"Lazy girl." Oh he sounds angry. "Is it possible that everyday I train you seem to be too engrossed in my bending to simply tend to my needs?" Yes. "Turn yourself around you fat moosow." I turned around commanding my face to remain impassive; he knows where to hit me where it hurts. The Fire Lord walked towards me his long legs carrying him towards me in the briefest of moments. As he drew closer I could see the ample amount of sweat glistening in the light of dusk. Now he was upon me, his warmth consuming me as he spoke.
"Since you are too lazy to fetch me a simple drying cloth," he smirked his long goatee nearly tickling my nose. "Then bend it." Huh?
"My lord…I don't…" The temperature around me flared with his temper. The next thing I knew his burning hand grasped my wrist in a crushing grip and forced me to touch his glistening muscular, masculine chest. The moment my fingers brushed his slick pectorals, it reacted. That 'it' always scarred me, it beckoned me to use my bending.
It was like a soothing voice in my ear that caused my heart to skip a beat and body to become completely relaxed. I felt safe. I felt safe near the water.
I barely realized the warmth of my lord's hand leaving me as all of the perspiration gathered to a single point; the tips of my fingers. The clear liquid followed my fingers as moved my hand away from the body in front of me. My eyes went to the bare feet of my lord, a brush creeping into my cheeks. My hands were now behind my back and I let out a soft sigh as the warm liquid brushed my skin.
The Fire Lord let out a small laugh and began to walk back into the palace, heading towards the dining room. I waited a moment still being engrossed by the feel and fluidity of my bending, I watched as the small glob of royal liquid floated and swirled in front of me making small loops and dives right before my eyes. Though the dance of the water was beautiful but I had to get back to my lord.
As I gathered the neatly folded garments from the steps, the small glob of water thinned out into a small stream circling slowly around my wrists.
"Stop it," Yes, I am going to talk to the water. "I have to get back to my lord. He will be very annoyed…if I'm not there…"
The small stream paused in midair and swam up to level with my face, before going rigid and launching swiftly towards my face. I felt the water splash upon my face mainly targeting my mouth. Some of the liquid did indeed slip into my mouth and I could taste the tangy sweat of the Fire Lord on my tongue. It didn't help that after that small portion, my tongue darted out and licked my wet lips clean of the liquid. To all of the Spirits…I shouldn't have enjoyed that as much as I did. My tongue traveled to the corners of my mouth sweeping up more of that delightful drink. Heavenly. The rest of the liquid seemed to notice my enjoyment of the consumption the others and the remaining beads of the fire lord gathered together and jumped onto my slightly outstretched tongue. Oh my Spirits, the Fire Lord was the best thing I ever tasted.
My entire body felt completely and utterly relaxed as I made my way into the palace following the steps of the Fire Lord.
Did I mention that Fire Lord Ozai can be a complete and total slob at times, and I quote his response after I asked him would he like to freshen up before dinner: "You and I both know I don't need to do anything in order to look presentable. I could sit on my throne completely bare and everyone would still bow down."
And I said: "That's because they wouldn't know where else to look." Did I mention that I could get away with back talking him?
He laughed and said: "Why not?" Then he turned to me a beautiful sly sneer amongst his lips. "I'm not ugly am I?"
Sometimes I think the Fire Lord seriously just likes to mess with me. So I replied: "I think if you had your flames up high enough no one would notice." He chuckled and pushed open the door to the dining room.
Now here I am standing behind the Fire Lord's large and ornate gold and crimson dragon dining chair. There infront of me the Fire Lord ate like a proper royal with manners while looking like a proper hobo with…un-manners. To the left of him sat his precious, perfect, pretentious, prodigy Azula who was chatting with her father about firebending stances and banned dances.
During the 'family' meals I usually stayed silent focusing my entire attention on the Fire Lord, because my Lord commanded that we (Azula and I) not speak directly to one another. Lets just say we had a little catfight that didn't involve bending. The little bitch pulled my hair, I turned around and pulled her hair, and we rolled around on the palace floor sweating and threatening each other. Why? Didn't I mention before that everyone was jealous of my hair?
"Father, I heard from Admiral Zhao that dances or dancers are permitted upon request of the royal family members." Little bitch.
"You are correct."
"Well…Why not have Kaimira perform some banned dancing at the Military Affair next week. I've heard Zhao's men are going to be exhausted from when they come back from the Northern Water Tribe and will enjoy something like that. Also doesn't she come from a long line of dancers?" I really dislike her sometimes.
"Yes…those men will need the encouragement. Kaimira," I padded closer to him, kneeling down and sitting close to him.
"Yes, my lord."
"What do you think about this?" The Fire Lord's voice was low and less authoritative. I kept my eyes focused on my lap.
"I will do whatever the Fire Lord wishes of me." I answered him using the generic servant answer. A small rumble could be heard coming from the throat of the Fire Lord as he seemed to take time to think. Suddenly, I felt his warm breath travel down my neck as he whispered into my ear.
"Dance for me."
The memory of his taste flooded my mind. Of course I would dance for the Fire Lord, he could ask me anything and the answer would be whatever made him most satisfied. A slight nod gave him my answer.
"Kaimira will dance during the night." I know exactly what Azula was trying to do with this.
As their dinner came to a close, father and daughter said their goodnights to each other, thus the Fire Lord and I exited made our way to the Fire Lord's Private Chamber's.
The walk was quite uneventful except for the arrogant smirk that the Fire Lord was wearing. I know he always smirks arrogantly, but this smirk was even more arrogantly portrayed. It was like my lord knew something that I didn't, matter of fact during the past few weeks I have been thinking that way too often. Something was up and I didn't know what it was, I mean, besides the fact that Admiral Zhao was planning on murdering the Moon Spirit tonight…
Thinking about the death of the Moon Spirit always in sighted some type of emotion in me and I think its anger, maybe sadness, maybe frustration. But at whom?
My Lord? No. There was no way I could be angry at him. That would be traitorous.
Then what am I feeling? My heart flutters with this emotion I don't recognize. I shake my head fiercely hoping that it would just go away, and for the moment I passed the threshold into the Fire Lord's Private Chambers, it did.
But the moment I entered his baths…It returned flooding all of my senses.
Water.
