Chapter 2:

A/N: Hey, you amazing people who actually read my story! To be honest, I've never done anything like this before, hence the lack of an author's note on the first chapter, and I could really use some reviews to gauge your reaction. I want to be an actual writer someday, so any constructive criticism is great! Hope you like the story!

"So, your brother…were you close?"

"You could say that."

"Did you always know he would become Fire Lord?" Azula glowered at the man sitting across from her, earning her several sloppy marks on a piece of paper in his lap. She wanted to burn that paper. She had tried. Of course, no therapy session is complete without a group of highly skilled chi-blocking Kyoshi warriors surrounding you, just waiting for their last rounds to wear off. Azula had respected them as opponents worthy of sparring a few rounds with, now she just wanted to watch them fall.

"Azula? Princess Azula?"

"Don't call me that!" She shrieked, then blushed at her own outburst. The "therapist" sighed.

"Azula then." He rubbed his face in preparation, and looked nervously at the green-garbed girls forming a circle around Him and Azula. "You still haven't answered my question."

"I would probably think better if my head wasn't bound to the chair, and it's so very hard to talk through this…what do you call this? A muzzle? Yes that's it." She sat back as much as she could. Her entire body was encased in some form of binding. Most of them metal. The doctors had learned their lesson after she was first chi-blocked. They thought it was safe to leave her head and feet unbound. Amusing for her, not so much for the two victims now sitting at home with broken bones. Even without her bending she was still dangerous, and for that small second when her limbs began to feel again, she had put them to use. The therapist started rubbing his temples again.

"Really, we're getting nowhere. You know just as well as I do what happened last time, now could you just answer the question?"

"Getting touchy are we? Fine. No I didn't believe he would become Fire Lord. I'm better than him, it should be me. It should be me!" She grew angry at the thought of her brother now. He wore her crown. He sat on her throne and called it his own. "I'm the best. At everything. Even as a child I could beat him, though he'd had more training. I knew father would give me the title, or I would pry it from Zu-Zu's hands in an Agni Kai. Happy now? Enough feeling for you now?" She had rambled, she knew it. And she didn't care.

"Yes." The therapist said, smiling without humor.

"I'm pleased by that sentiment. I trust I'm allowed to leave now?"

"Sure." The therapist said. "You won't be having another session with me, by the way."

Azula smiled. "And why would that be?"

"I have been…reassigned." He rose quickly.

"Leaving so soon?" She smiled. The Kyoshi warriors closed the entryway off as the therapist left with his notes. She could see them glaring quietly at her through their makeup.

"We will escort you to your chambers now." One of the girls said, releasing her legs from their straps. She had a long brown braid running down her back. Just like Ty Lee. Azula clenched her fists.

"If you must." She said, trying to maintain composure. The warriors jabbed her shoulders and hips with a series of quick jabs, and she could feel again, but her bending wasn't back yet. She sighed. No matter, it would be back soon, and she could work on her revenge…or rather breakout when she safely back in her cell.

The Ty Lee look alike led her to her chambers, and locked the door behind her, staying in the room. Azula sat down on the one wooden chair in the room, and waited for the girl to undo her bonds. Or some of them at least. She let another of the warriors inside, which wasn't unusual. This one had a somewhat familiar look in her wide eyes, and she seemed nervous, altogether too nervous. She knew that face.

"What are you doing here Ty lee?" Azula fought to keep her voice under control. Curse emotions.

"How…how did you know it was me? With the makeup and…" She trailed off. "Oh who am I kidding? You're Azula." It was a sufficient explanation.

"That's right, I'm Azula. Now get out."

"But-"

"But WHAT?!" Azula tried to stand up, but found the other Kyoshi warrior in the room was now jabbing her again, and she fell to the floor, looking up into Ty Lee's wide, oh so innocent eyes. She sighed. "I didn't know you were a Kyoshi warrior, I suppose the uniform suited you so much the first time, you never wanted to take it off? Or perhaps you just missed being a part of the crowd again, disappearing into a bunch of girls who look just like you." She wanted to hurt Ty Lee. Wanted to betray her, but it was too late for that.

"Azula I…I came to talk to you."

"What about? Or do you just like me on the ground? Perhaps you think I prefer it here, looking up at you, unable to move." Ty Lee's eyes filled with tears, she was always an easy crier. Far easier to read than Mai, or so she'd thought.

"No!" She stepped back, almost shocked at her own outburst. "I want you to know…I really thought you were my friend, sometimes you were my only friend, when Mai was mopey or out with Zuko." She waited for Azula to respond, and got one blink of the eyes.

"I really looked up to you, but sometimes, you were so mean, and I didn't want you to hurt Mai, I just… What are you smiling at?" She stepped back even further.

"Oh, just that if you think this is a good way to apologize, the words I'm sorry are necessary things to say in order to obtain forgiveness. But I wouldn't even spare you that." Ty Lee put her hand on the doorknob.

"I thought you might have changed Azula…but clearly, you haven't. Come on Ryoko. Suki will be waiting for us." And with that, she left, and Azula was alone again.

"They didn't even undo my bonds." She said aloud, but the two girls didn't come back.