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Monster Girl's castle holds secrets behind every door—murder plots, corpse rots, quiet promises and even quieter kisses. Unspoken rule number one states: look straight ahead when walking halls. What happens behind closed doors does not, I repeat, does not concern you. No matter what you hear, just walk; screams, moans, pleas for help are all to be ignored if you do not wish to take on the same fate.
Some alliances are, however, worth putting yourself in the danger zone. So, when Mai hear Ty Lee groaning, moaning, pleading, she pushes the wood door open - only a little - to make sure Pretty Girl is perfectly alright. They've got to stick together, you know. They're lambs in hell with the devil by their sides.
And she sees secret movements that she thought their princess would have been smart enough to do behind locked, bolted doors. Silly schoolgirl lovers—prisoner and her prosecutor—aren't a secret, and she can't help but wonder why. So she watches their 'secret' liaisons in the warroom—claws running through hair, hazarded breaths, shaking knees and hands sliding down, down, down—and tries to understand, even though she already knows that she can't. She can't understand how Pretty Pink Gymnastic Girl can stand her – Psycho.
She watches them between kisses and nail digging—"Azula, you're hurting me,"—and she simply can not comprehend. She can't understand how that girl can love a monster while it bites her. She can't understand why such a girl would let herself be drag to hell by the devil, because, really, that's all Azula is.
In the warroom, she hears Ty Lee moans,—between "Stop it! Stop it," and kicking and screaming, she moans and let's herself enjoy it, if only for a moment—and hears her try to muffle her scream. Screaming only invokes Monster more, so she tries to hide it, and fails.
Mai listens as Monster take pleasure in pain and dig her nails harder, harder, and harder into Pretty Girl's leg. She can almost hear Ty Lee scream 'harder, harder, harder,' because, perhaps, she's started to enjoy it (or try and tell herself that she is to survive).
Every part of skin Monster touches feels dirty, sullied and just won't stop shaking (and Ty Lee eye's just won't stop crying) and from the look in pretty eyes, God knows she feel filthy. Pretty Girl still claws her fingers through Azula's hair (she wants to believe this is more fucking!inthewarroom) and her lips scrape Monster's ear as she takes rapid, choking breaths (and every single breath was a prayer to God for help).
And Mai hears Ty Lee whisper, "I love you, I love you, Iloveyou," beneath her breath.
And she sees Azula push her to the floor, hard.
"Don'teversaythatagain."
(&iLOVEYOU&iLOVEYOU&iLOVEYOU&iLOVEYOU)
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NOTES:
1. 4/1/09: Fixing up all old fanfiction.
2. Making out in the vaguest sense. Rated T because who have to look pretty hard for something vaguely suggesting more than making out. I don't really like this, but I promised myself to submit the first TyLee/Azula fic I did.