Back from the dead, biatch! I just want to finish this thing. Sadly, I don't have an ending yet. The next one will probably finish this story. I think.
Aang stood on the branch, pinning the murderously angry Fire Princess to the trunk. Funny how his libido was actually complying with real life. That was new. She tried to Firebend, but Aang leaned in and gently blew the flames out.
"Why are you here, Azula?" She glared at him, grinding her teeth. "Come on, I just caught you standing in a tree looking for me. Without a knife or fatal weapon in your hands. Just tell me why you're here." Nothing. Her face stayed as impenetrable and bitchy as ever. Aang sighed. He came to try and seduce her, right? How…exactly was that done? Did you just sorta…paw the girl? No, damn it, you had to say something suave first!
Azula glared at him when she realized his attention had strayed. She needed to intimidate him, make him weak.
"I set a moth on fire tonight." Damn it.
"Oh. I'm very proud of you for that. Must have been nerve-wracking." Here he is, all of his blood decidedly not in his brain, and she's talking about insect massacre. Marvelous.
"I decided that it deserved to die. It touched my window. I don't like when dirty things touch my stuff." Aang suddenly decided that his hands were needed elsewhere, but without pockets he fell to halfheartedly stroking his potential mustache. "Please stop that. You're only reminding me that you're so much younger than me. It's pathetic."
"What, is insulting older men who you plan on killing in treetops in the middle of the night more normal for you?"
"Now that you mention it, it's a pretty exclusive scenario. Now, I'd really love for you to reiterate your reason for being here. Because I've never heard anyone say boning before in my life." He shut his eyes in humiliation.
"I don't intend on boning you, ok? I just wanted to-talk to you."
"Right, because of my infinitely kind heart and altruism!"
"No, because you're a deadly, psycho bitch, and yet you're happier than me. And you're actually highly attractive. So, why not fly to my death to try and gain insight?" Checkmate. What could either of them say? The insanity of the moment was heady, ludicrously exclusive.
"It's easy. I simply don't give a shit, Avatar."
"Aang. Avatar has too many syllables. So what you're-"
"More apathetic than Mae, yes. I just enjoy it more. Quite simply, I am disturbed that I'm…tempted to kill you." He looked at her, nonplussed.
"No offense, but is this a new thing? Pretty much everybody you know is tempted to kill me. Hence the assassins and the murdering-ness!" Suddenly, her head dropped back and her body shook. A terrifying noise erupted from her throat, and Aang almost left the tree before-
"Holy shit, you're actually laughing."
