Between Us…
A/N: I don't own Avatar, nor am I involved with the show.
A/N: I'm not exactly sure where they are, but this fic takes place after the war...it randomly came to me after The Day of Black Sun.
"Sokka, understand that she stopped believing," Azula gently tried to explain. He hadn't been taking Suki's death too well, and though she didn't feel completely responsible for the warrior's untimely going, she felt mildly concerned.
"So you're saying it was my fault!" he accused more than asked. "Suki died because I couldn't save her! That's what happened! You're the heartless bitch that locked her up!"
"Sokka! That was a different time! You seriously think I'm still the heartless, manipulative bitch that killed the Avatar, don't you?" she stood as she shouted, one more insulting comment away from slapping him silly. "News flash, I have a conscience like everyone else!"
"If you're so wonderful, then why didn't you do something?!" He stood as well, raising his voice over her's.
"It was Suki's own decision to stop believing in you! I couldn't exactly force her to love you!"
"What's your point?"
Azula took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "My point is, Suki got tired of waiting for you. She convinced herself that you didn't care anymore so she stopped caring about you. She had nothing else to live for, I guess. You were her world, and you never came." Then she realized how she was blaming Sokka. "It's not your fault, though. If she really loved you, she wouldn't have stopped caring, even if what she thought was true." Of course, that ment she was blaming Suki.
"I don't understand," Sokka said, over his anger. "Why would she think like that?"
"Prison breaks a lot of people, Sokka," Azula glanced up a second, "She was just one of them." Well, now she was blaming herself. Good job, Azula, she told herself sarcastically, you're just one explanation away from blaming Aang.
"I'm confused; who's at fault here?"
"Everyone," she answered, and then changed her answer, "No one."
Silence.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, sitting back down, "I should've never brought it up."
"No, no, I'm sorry." He sighed, "I just…this is hard for me, and it's my problem. I shouldn't be taking it out on you."
"I'm just worried about you," Azula said in a small voice, and to her hands, "I'm sick and tired of seeing people hurt, and hurting people, I wanted to help."
"Thanks, Azula," he added, "but I'll be okay. I'll get over all of this."
"I see," she looked up at him, "I'm here if you want me."
A/N: I'm also not sure if you could call this Sokkla or not...R&R!
