Summary: Ty Lee has something she needs to do and that something has to be given to a certain someone. How can she accomplish that task when her charge is insane and ready to lash out at anyone, especially her?

A/N: This is a warning for anyone who doesn't want to read femslash/yuri/girl on girl pairings. That, and maybe some racy scenes involving Azula and Ty Lee. Otherwise, enjoy to your heart's content! No racy scenes this chappie unfortunately, this is just the beginning! (or more like a two-shot, I don't plan on making it a long running series) ...I am such a LIAR. If this becomes a one-shot, do feel free to hound me on making another chapter. xD

Ty Lee looked intently at the blank sheet of paper in front of her, focusing on determining its weak point. She was never clever or witty about writing things and this certainly wasn't different from any other time she had attempted to create a letter. Perhaps this was even more difficult, seeing as she had to make this letter convincing and well written. The acrobat scratched her head in obvious confusion. Then, in an almost helpless movement, laid her head down, shoulders slumped with arms crossed over the messy tabletop. This was, without a doubt, one of the hardest tasks she had decided to undertake. Finally, after a few minutes of having a continued staring contest with the paper, she shakily picked up her quill. It was better late than never. There was no way she wasn't going through with it. It had already been too long for comfort; she needn't be a coward too. Handling it as if she was back at the circus, she took her fears and faced them, poised and confident to walk the tight rope that was this one important object.

'Hey 'Zula,

Remember that one time at the, what do you call those places again…the jail? Yeah, I know we, Mai and I, kind of, may have turned traitor on you and all-'

Ty Lee scratched that part out in a flash, remembering that if she were a prisoner, she wouldn't want to be reminded of being betrayed by her only two friends in the Fire Nation and most likely the world. The girl started over again this time, carefully remembering to avoid that risky topic should it ever enter her mind again. She could come back to that later, but now wouldn't be appropriate. Now that she thought about it, would it ever be appropriate? Biting her lip, she tried a different angle.

'Hiya 'Zula,

Ty Lee here. I've wanted to write you a letter for the longest time, and I don't know if you've heard, but I'm with the Kyoshi Warriors now you know? They do all these awesome things and it's not just fighting, we go to all these fun events and have grand festivals, not as amazing as the Fire nation ones of course, and-'

She scritched and scratched these words away too. While it sounded just as if she was talking in person, she didn't know if that was the best subject to bring in either. Did Azula really need the outside world rubbed in her face? Ty Lee knew her better than that, than a lot of people. It wouldn't do her justice and might actually further deteriorate her mental state of health. She cared for her fire bender deeply, despite the fact that Azula wasn't usually too kind and sometimes scared the heck out of her in the past. But the past was what it was, the past. In fact, she went over it again, that same fear thrilled her in a way she hadn't really known or understood. Gave her this high, as if she was on constant adrenaline. Maybe that's why she followed her orders so willingly.

Ty Lee bended over backwards to stretch her back, holding an unnatural position in the process. Ruffling the brown hair nestled atop her head; she began to appear an utter mess. Cutting her hair short was a very very good idea. If it was still long, she would have had twice as much mess surrounding her face. And that would have shamed her looks. She was cute and being cute meant being cute even when she couldn't write something as simple as a letter. This was how desperate she felt. It was beginning to show itself in her hair. Would she try again? She absolutely had to. There was no other time than the present. That would have been a good thing to say had the task that she had burdened herself with, it was indeed becoming the little burden, not been such a frikkin' challenge. Sighing in irritation and sleepiness, she rubbed her eyes furiously and got back to work. Gosh, she wasn't cut out for this writing business. It was silly to think that writing a letter to the person that had controlled you ever since, well, ever would be as easy as twirling around in mid-air. Ty Lee certainly had weird perspectives on life. But still. With a jab in the air, she set her quill once again on the parchment. It would have been an understatement to say that she had a crazed look in her eyes. She was brimming with madness and a desperate craving for a fruit tart.

"Get ready to burn muahahaha! I mean... please don't burn wonderful paper of mine. You're going to be a masterpiece!"

Folding her hands together, she intertwined them to make a swift praying motion and kept writing. Sticking her tongue out in a comical fashion, she concentrated as best as she could. It was now or never.

'Sup 'sup 'Zula, how ya' been?

So, I heard you weren't in the bestest shape, but your faithful (she crossed out faithful), friend (she crossed out friend), (at this point in the letter, she had crossed out everything that she had written after the word 'been' and instead put:)

I'm worried about you. I know you may not care that I'm writing to you. Maybe you won't even be able to read this. I'm a bit stupid sometimes, but I mean it when I say I... I mean it when I say... you hate it when people beat around the bush don't you? It's just hard to write with my hands all jittery like this, I can't hold still. Haha, when have I ever ever held still, am I right? I've always been wondering how you've been you know... I heard no news when you went "to that place". I have to see you. I have to hear from you. I... miss you. (she crossed out these last three lines)

I love you Azula.

She paused, unsure what she had just written and scratched out the last four words in hesitation. A tear drop landed on the letter, staining it with salt and liquid. Her lower lip trembled briefly until she wiped her eyes hastily with her pink sleeve. 'There's no time to cry like a baby!'

The words she replaced the last ones with were:

I hope you get out soon! I'm waiting for your triumphant return Azula!

Hugs and Kisses,
Ty Lee

On the very bottom of the letter was a badly drawn picture of her and Azula holding hands. She giggled while doing so, crying never kept her at bay for long. Azula had a grumpy face but on the other hand, Ty Lee was smiling happily as per her usual routine. One of their arms was slightly skewed and bent crookedly at the elbow, that was Azula, and one of their legs was clearly more elongated than their entire body, that was on Ty Lee. Humming in a cheery tune, with the letter folded and safely inspected for pesky critters, she tucked it into a brown leather pouch, the one leather pouch made of pig cow hide. As to why she didn't put Mai in... well, her type of grumpy and Azula's type of grumpy weren't the same. Two grumpies and a happy didn't make for a nice drawing so she ditched Mai, Mai had Zuko anyways, and made it her and Azula.

So with one last nod of reassurance, Ty Lee set out with determination. She was going to deliver it herself. Gulping down her nervousness, she cartwheeled out of the wooden doors and into the afternoon bustle of Earth Kingdom soil.

P.S from Kirra - Reviews welcome, appreciated, and I WILL hand out imaginary monopoly money for some!