Too many people annoy the skoodles out of Zuko… yet many people forget that Azula would be amazing fun to pick on too! So here I am, abusing and scaring poor little Zula into submission. Mwa ha ha… Suck on that stuck up firebending prodigy…
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It was night time as Azula prowled the deck of her ship. Nothing went unnoticed under her gaze. The slight rusting of a handrail, the guard beginning to doze off by the stern (lets just say he wasn't so asleep moments later as he was stopping dropping and rolling) and even the movements of the hograts came under her piercing inspection. Everything was to be in order – to be in as perfect, peak condition as she was herself.
"Zuuuuuuuuulaaaaaaaaa…"
Azula froze. Where did that voice come from? I notice everything! EVERYTHING! I will fry the person who dares scorn me. No one has called me Zula since –
"Jet?"
Said boy dropped from a towering funnel.
"Hullo."
Azula just stared blankly at him.
"What?"
"I said 'hello'. You know… common curtesy?"
Azula spluttered.
"How dare you? I am a princess! You will show your superior some respect! Unless you wish to suffer an… unpleasant death?"
Jet merely smiled.
"Come on. Zula, baby, you would never hurt me. Not after Ba Sing Se, surely? Remember this?" He grabbed her by the forearms and swiftly kissed her. Despite herself, Azula closed her eyes and was just starting to get into it when Jet kicked her in the shin.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR?"
Jet merely shrugged.
"A whim," He stated plainly before nosediving off the deck and into the watery depths below.
Azula stood for a minute, quite in shock at what had just taken place. Three thoughts chased themselves around her mind. 1. My shin hurts. 2. This is not my night. 3. Why the hell was Jet on my ship???
A voice trailed up to her from the murky depths of the sea.
"A WHIM! HAHAHAHA! AND NOW, ON A WHIM, I WILL SINK YOUR SHIP! COME ICEBURGS, ONE AND ALL! JUST YOU WAIT ZULA-BEAR, YOU WILL DIIIIIIIIIIIE! UNPLEASANTRIES ABOUND! HAHAHA! YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK BABE, COZ JETTY IS ABOUT TO GET NASTY!"
Peering over the edge of the ship, Azula lifted a large barrel over the edge and dropped it on Jet's floundering and still yelling body. She felt a dull sense of satisfaction as she watched it sink.
A soldier boldly walked over to her, carefully avoiding her eye.
"Sorry Princess, but would you like me to request a change of course for the nearest port?" He ventured a look into her eyes, regretting it sincerely as he quailed under her murderous gaze.
"Why would you do that, Captain?" Still cowering, the soldier continued, praying to every Spirit he could remember (and a few that he made up – just for good measure) that he would survive this encounter.
"Because, your highness… you just threw overboard the last of our supplies."
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