Well hai there! This is my first ATLA fanfic, I hope it goes well!

Yeah, there are quite a few Azula in rehab stories out there, but I felt I needed to add my own version. :D Please review!

Azula stared at her brother and the water peasant he had befriended. Figures. Zuzu could never be around someone who has actual importance without being put to shame within the hour. The only people who would actually help him are the filth of the earth. Just like everyone around me. They're all filth. At least Zuzu's dead now. If father got killed by the Avatar, the only person left that's eligible for the throne now is me, and since I know everyone always underestimates me, it shall be quite easy to get back on the throne. All I have to do is convince the Dai Li and Imperial Firebenders that I was testing their loyalty and that they passed, and I'll be back on the throne.

And then, to Azula's horror, Peasant covered her hands in water, then pressed them on Zuzu's chest. The was a sudden blue glow, then Zuzu groaned, and eventually stood up and gave Peasant a weak smile. Stupid little pathetic weaklings. How dare they even challenge me. Azula lifted up her hands to shoot lightning at the two fools, only to find her hands chained to the grate underneath her.

Azula's mind flashed back to her being chained up by peasant. She had beaten her. Her. Princess Azula; the girl who hadn't lost a fight since she was ten. And for that, Azula wanted to strangle herself so she wouldn't have to deal with the humiliation, but she couldn't, because that little filthy water tribe girl had just defeated her and chained her hands to the grate, so now all she could do is struggle against her bonds and scream.

So she screamed.

And screamed.

And cried.

It was over. The Fire Nation had lost, betrayed by its very own prince. All because father banished Zuzu. If he hadn't have gone after the Avatar himself, the Avatar would be in prison, or maybe even dead forever, and every nation standing against us would be destroyed, and tomorrow we would be celebrating our victory. And now because her victory, crown, and now previous life had been taken away because of the one slip up she was responsible for in her entire life, Azula howled with anguish, wishing life would just end right then and there for her, wishing that the agony and shame would just go away.

Once she heard Peasant and Zuzu walk over, Azula sat back up on her knees and glared at the dark skinned girl. She waited until they got close enough, smoke trickling from her nostrils in the meantime.

Suddenly, a jet of blue flame erupted from her mouth without warning, knocking little weak Zuzu over and engulfing Peasant in flames. Her enemy suddenly blasted up the water underneath, forcing Azula to stop. She made the water cover herself and Zuzu for a moment to heal all of the burns, then released the water back into the containment chamber underneath Azula. She gave a self-satisfied smirk when she noticed all of the scorch marks on Peasant's drab blue rags.

Peasant glared at Azula and snarled, "You know, the only reason why I haven't killed you is because Zuko and Aang wanted you alive. They think that if Ozai won't talk, you might tell Zuko what happened to Ursa and where she is. But I'm not so optimistic, I know that you won't say a thing to Zuko."

"Damn right, Peasant." Azula growled. "But I'm not so fooled by your whole 'tough girl' act. I know your type. You're the sweet little girl who thinks she's some tough warrior just because she can bring most of her opponents to their knees, and she won't kill because she thinks it's fair to give everyone a second chance, but that's not the real reason why she doesn't kill, no, it's because she's a coward. And that's you, Peasant; a little coward who's too afraid to take someone's life."

Finally, Peasant couldn't take it anymore. She gave a scream of rage and lifted up some of the water underneath and spun an icy shell around Azula, so all she could move was her neck and head.

Azula gave a fake yawn. "Careful, if you try any harder, you might actually scare a mousebird hatchling."

Peasant walked over, bended and ice dagger, and Azula's throat. Some blood trickled down and splashed onto the ice.

"You're wrong," she growled. "I am no coward."

Azula smiled. "Prove it."

Peasant hesitated, but soon decided to go through with it. She was about to start slitting one side of the neck when Zuzu sat up, coughed, and then said, "Katara, don't. Azula's just playing you so she won't have to face he future. She can't kill herself, so she's trying to make you do the job for her." Even weaker than his usual weakling self, Zuzu lay back down onto the ground.

After he said that, Peasant hesitated once again. Just kill me and be done with it, filth. But instead of listening to Azula's thoughts, she dropped her dagger, released Azula from her icy container, and backed away so she was out of Azula's fire breathing range.

"ZUZU, YOU LITTLE BASTARD! I SHOULD HAVE KILLED A TRAITOR LIKE YOU THE MOMENT I SAW YOU IN BA SING SE! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HA-" Azula burst into tears, cutting off her screaming rage.

She halted when she felt a shadow fall on her. She looked up and saw Peasant look down at her. Azula's rage boiled up once more when she realized that the expression on Peasant's face was one of pity. How insulting.

"And who are you? Zuzu's little bitch? How fitting, for the Fire Nation's ultimate betrayer to make a filthy, drab waterbending peasant his-"

Katara punched Azula in the face, knocking her out cold.