The Azula/Katara scene wasn't coming along as I had hoped, so here's something different; next scene: Aang. This was fun, possibly a bit more lighthearted than the last, although your mileage might vary. Aang is such a nice, polite person. It's so much fun toying with him. I've decided to try and fit all my scenes within the show, offering an alternative take on certain scenes. Of course, there are some characters who never really got a chance to talk with Azula in the show, ie. Toph. That should be interesting. And of course, then there are her 'friends', it'll be fun to see how Azula messes with people on her side.

"Hi there, remember me? Oh my, how long has it been? Oh, let me see, wasn't it… last fall? Heh, that was bad. I really missed you. Electrocuting other people just isn't the same," Azula said, radiating dangerously high levels of smugness from her throne.

"You!" Aang shouted in surprise, the staff in his hands dropping slightly.

"Yes, me. My, aren't you a sharp one. The rest of the nations must be thrilled to have their fates in your capable hands. All of this was your plan?" Azula asked, genuinely curious, as she crossed her fingers.

Aang ignored her sarcasm. "Where's the Fire Lord?" he asked sternly, eyes darting around the large room, hopelessly seeking for some sort clue.

"Hmm? Who?" Azula asked, pursing her lips innocently. She'd seen Ty Lee do it so many times, it had actually rubbed off on her. Not that it had become a natural part of her behavior, but more like an additional weapon in her vast arsenal.

"Ozai!" Aang shouted loudly in annoyance.

"I have no idea what you're talking about… Oh wait, you probably haven't heard yet, have you? I'm the new Fire Lord. I overthrew my father," Azula said with a smirk, sitting back into a more relaxed position in her throne as she allowed her chin to rest on her right, open hand.

"You?! You're the Fire Lord?!" Aang's eyes bulged with shock.

"Wow, you look really scared now."

"But – I – you…" Aang tried to say, but his mixed up head failed to articulate its thoughts.

Azula laughed heartily, which was extremely disconcerting, seeing as only jolly fat men should do so.

"I can't believe it, you actually believed it! But doesn't it sound like something I might do? No… I'm far too patriotic for that, and I do love my family so much… but we'll see in a few years, after my father has finished taking control of the world. No sense in messing with that in the final, critical parts of the invasion. Bad business you see," Azula explained as she stood up to stretch. She cracked her neck a few times, knowing full well how little sounds like it affected the subconsciousness of people.

"Where is he?" Aang asked her again, raising his staff once more, ready for what seemed like a new fight.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Azula said primly, cracking her fingers like a master pianist, about to play her masterpiece.

"Arrrgh," Aang let out a quiet growl of frustration.

"Calm down. Aren't you supposed to be one with the universe?" Azula taunted him, taking a step closer to him.

"Where is he? I don't have-"

"Time for this?" Azula interrupted him, before she continued with a hungry smile, "Oh, but you do, you will if you want him. You've wandered into my web, little fly. We've known about this little incursion of yours for a while. Now, if you want my father, you'll have to play by my rules."

"What do you want?" Aang asked defensively, his fingers hurting as he squeezed his staff tightly.

"I want to ask you some questions." Azula took another step towards him.

"…"

"And answer truthfully; like I was your little girlfriend… you do have one, right? How could the savior of the world not have a little trophy by his side? I bet all the pretty girls are throwing themselves at you for a shot at glory."

"… No, not really," Aang admitted grudgingly.

"Really?" Azula asked with mocking interest.

"Yes," Aang answered with a glare.

Azula laughed, before she advanced once more. "My, how honest you are! Such a good little boy! Ever do something you, weren't proud of?"

"… Yes."

Azula laughed again. "My, how wrong the world is about you! I don't even need to know the details, just knowing there's something you're ashamed of is enough... Hmmm, here's another: how did it feel, almost dying?" A familiar, sadistic smile spread over her face.

"…" Aang's whitened knuckles creaked quietly under the pressure of his squeezed fists.

"What, getting too personal?" Azula asked, now only a few paces away from Aang.

"Enough! Where's Ozai?"

"Geez, you're no fun at all, even though I've heard you have a reputation as something of a trickster," Azula said with faked injury, before she continued with her normal, collected voice, "Fine, I'll tell you where my father is… after this last question."

"Fine."

Azula's smile spread to abnormal lengths. "How does it feel, knowing you probably could have forced that information out of me by roughhousing me a little, instead of wasting your time, playing games with me?"

"What?!"

"I wonder how your friends will take that? Finding out how you spent your time chatting with me when they were risking their lives, that is, if they're still alive."

Aang had had enough. "Shut up!"

"Ask nicely, or what, doesn't the Avatar have manners?" Azula said with a wagging finger in Aang's face. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have more important things to attend to than waste my time with the likes of you."

"You're not going anywhere!" Aang shouted, raising his staff threateningly.

"Huh, ready to break some bones now, man of the enlightened ways of peace?" Azula asked mockingly. "But I was serious when I said I had more important things to do."

"Like what?"

"I need to go to the little princess's restroom."

Aang gaped at her. Azula smiled and tilted her head to the right.

"You know, powder my nose and such," Azula said with a smirk.

"I-I-I- "Aang stammered.

"You're supposed to do the polite thing and let me go."

Aang stood dumbstruck, staring blankly at her. Azula tilted her head to the left.

"Well?" she asked eagerly.

"…"

"You are a strange one… I don't think I've ever met anyone as easy to trick as you … well, maybe Ty Lee, but she doesn't really count," Azula said offhandedly, giving her talon-like nails a quick inspection.

"What?" Aang asked, flabbergasted. [A/N's quick note: Damn, I love that word… 'Flabbergast', it's just so perfect.]

"I'm just messing with you, wasting your precious time," Azula finished her inspection, satisfied with what she had found, with a big smirk.

"See ya!" She hollered at him as she ran off past him.

"Wait! Damn it!" Aang chased her, cursing very un-Avatarishly under his breath. Who knew a boy raised by monks could swear like an angry sailor?