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'At least weather is nice here.', she thought to herself.
The sun was shining, the sky was a deep shade of blue, and fluffy, white clouds soared overhead.
Here was Azula, the former fire nation princess, on Kyoshi Island of all places.
She looked towards her sparring partner, and a deep scowl graced her face.
Across from her was her former enemy, the World-Spirit, the Avatar.
The one who took her bending, but offered her freedom of sorts in exchange.
She still felt caged here though, and weekly sparring sessions did little to make her feel better.
The two opponents traded a fire-nation bow, as they each took their respective stances.
The monk, had taken off his orange and yellow robes and thrown them on the ground, along with his staff.
Blue tattoos indicating his master status as an airbender, contrasted with his pale skin.
In just his brown yoga pants, he kept one hand behind his back, and held the other out in front of him, as if preparing for both offense and defense.
The fractured princess was in a simple pair of blood red training pants, with a sleeveless red top, which showed off her defined arms.
Ebony hair swayed in the light breeze, as she pulled in up into a ponytail, and a pair of bangs fell down to frame her face.
Her stance was decidedly more aggressive than the airbender's, muscles taut, slightly crouched, with both hands ready to strike out.
Serious gray eyes met angry golden.
Azula was the first to break the serenity, as she charged him with a barrage of punches.
Aang dodged, ducked, and weaved just barely keeping ahead of the princess' onslaught.
'Never underestimate her!' his mind screamed as he jumped over her leg as she swept out.
An elbow caught him in the ribs as he completed the motion though, and he stumbled as his feet touched the ground.
He turned around, and decided to put this girl on the defensive for once.
She was smirking, but that quickly faded as he quickly counterattacked, at an almost inhuman speed.
The crown jewel of the fire nation was not about to resort to an airbender's stategy of evade and redirect, so instead she blocked him, punch for punch and kick for kick.
That's what fire was about. Attack! The best defense is a good offense!
As every blow was traded, the one-hundred and twelve year old realized something shocking. This girl was beautiful. Not insane like Katara said, or broken like Zuko said.
She flipped over and kicked towards his face, quite unexpectedly given his thought process.
He scooted back quickly, using airbending.
"Now now Avatar, if you're going to resort to bending, I will have to get mean."
She had a slight frown, which Aang couldn't tell if it was a good or bad thing.
"Oh please, what can you do without your blue fire?" he taunted.
I'm going to have to get...pokey." she threatened.
"Pokey?... Wait, what?!"
The fallen princess rushed towards him again, this time her stance was different, he noted quickly.
Her hands, instead of being balled into fists, were now open. If it was anyone else, it may have looked non-threatening, but the young monk was terrified.
This was new territory, and new from Azula meant scary.
Aang jumped high into the air, and started kicking down controlled bursts of wind at his opponent.
She dodged these with more of a certain grace than she usually did.
Almost like- Ty Lee!
The Avatar felt stupid, who else would come near Azula on Kyoshi island? Much less, train her?
As he landed back on the ground, the princess' assault continued unabated. Reflexes kicked in, as he launched himself backwards, dodging everything he could.
Unfortunately, the monk did not see an opening coming up, which the prodigy of the fire nation exploited with a direct strike. He quickly tried to pull a numb, unresponsive arm back.
He haphazardly shaped an air scooter under him to put some distance between himself and his attacker.
Angry gray eyes met mirthful golden.
A smile played on the young girl's face, not the devious smirk of months ago, but a true smile.
Then Azula lost it. She started giggling at the sight of the angry Airbender, clutching his arm that looked more like a wet noodle.
"Hey! That's- not. Urgh! Not funny!" Aang seethed.
"Actually, Avatar, it is hilarious." The former princess went to the ground, laying on her back, holding her sides, and giggling like,... Well, like a regular girl.
'It feels good to let go like that', she mused to herself. 'I'm sure that's what Air is like, being truly free.'
She hadn't noticed the Avatar had come closer, until his shadow partially blocked out the sun.
Looking up, the once broken girl debated what the World-Spirit was going to do to her, when the bald monk held out a hand to her.
Always trying to be the peacemaker, he wouldn't stay mad at her.
Grabbing onto his good arm, she went to lift herself up, then with a playfully devious smirk, pulled back with all her might.
This sent Aang crashing to the ground, and into Azula.
'An unintended result', she thought as she opened her eyes, after impact.
Suprised gray eyes met innocent golden.
Their faces were mere inches apart, when both warriors decided to close the distance.
Each person, felt something powerful in that kiss.
The monk tasted fire, a desire he didn't know he could have, burning him up inside.
The former princess tasted the freedom of air, she tasted passion, wild and untamed as his element.
Aptly, it seems that the wind fanned the flames of their love.
End.