• A/N: I used the prompts: take-out menu from a restaurant, balloons, invitations, a stranger's underwear, Stranger's autograph.

Sorry it's rushed I had an hour to get it done. Team: Eelhounds. Position: Waterbender. (see above for prompts.)

Words: 1185

Azula's hard lesson pt. 3

Azula looked around her room, through her closet, and in all of her drawers to find…nothing. Not even a single solitary sock, it was all gone save a mocking note about her barrettes and flowers. Azula's anger reduced the paper to ash, she was going to do horrible things to whomever had dared to this too her, but first she was going to have to get some if not all of her clothes back.

Azula looked around her room, there had to be something she could use to preserve a semblance of modesty, she was a princess after all, there were standards of behavior. Glancing around she spotted a take-out menu and a pillowcase she had never been that fond of. Ripping out the seems of the pillowcase, Azula wrapped it around herself like a skirt and grabbed the take-out menu and held it over her chest. The outfit was horrible but she did not really care.

It was easy to creep out of the palace but that's when the easy stopped as she spotted what was probably where her barrettes where. Someone had placed red and blue balloons in a garden patch just across the street. Cracking her knuckles Azula ran across the road and began pulling on the balloon strings and finding them just tied to rocks.

Azula's eye twitched. "Well if they're not tied to the bottom of the strings where are they?" She looked up at the floating orbs. "Would someone really put them in the balloon?"

She popped the first one with her nails, nothing. She popped the second, still nothing. She popped the third, nothing with the sound of crying children. She looked up to see just on the other side of the bushes a family of aristocrats and many children watching her. Some were crying while others just stood there in shock. A small girl about her age was fidgeting and soon produced a pink silk bra that was probably a cup too small, at least in her opinion.

"Here princess, I think you could use this." She held it out to Azula who snatched it and begrudgingly thanked the girl.

"I am going to murder the sicko who thought of this stupid prank." She muttered looking around to figure out where and noticing that the bra was actually a little big on her.

She then spotted an invitation on the ground. It was to a poetry reading by a local celebrity in Fire Flower Gardens next to the pond, which was known for its water lilies.

"Ha! I know where you put my clothes now!" Azula rejoiced walking past a flower vender who was desperately trying not to look at the princess in her current state of undress.

The Fire Flower Gardens had always been something her mother and brother enjoyed while she and her father just tolerated the place. Even now as she walked past the elite of the fire nation staring at her she pondered whether or not it would be in bad taste to turn the whole park into something more interesting like a shooting range or a giant lake to hold ship battles in. In any case the place definitely needed to change if she was going to enjoy it.

She turned around the corner and found the party of people listening to a man drone on and on about a butterfly he had maybe dreamed about or had dreamed about him. Azula really did not care as she set about looking all around the area for any of her missing clothes. While she did find a broken cup, a ring, an old toy, three gold pieces, and a sock that wasn't hers, Azula failed to find any of her clothes.

"Whoa, I didn't know the princess was such a deep performing artist."

Azula made a face and turned to see the poet had stopped speaking and was now standing behind her. "I'm not-"

The poet cut her off. "I mean most people here were just hearing me talk but you, you really listened, I could tell by the way you just kept searching while I spoke about searching you know?"

Azula's eye twitched. "I don't know."

"Yeah, I know, none of us know." He ran a hand through his hair and Azula wondered if the man had smoked something before reading poetry. "Hey I like you non conformance to fashion and conventional clothing, it's really, really profound." He paused. "I mean it's so profound I'm not even sure exactly what you're trying to say. It's like this thing I saw earlier, someone made pants into flags in trees. I mean I know it's art but the meaning escaped me and that made it even more beautiful."

Azula tilted her head. "Where did you see these flag pants?"

The poet pointed across the pound at a bunch of tress with her pants swaying in the breeze like standards right before a battle. "Right over there man, it's just so majestic and all."

Azula frowned. "Yeah, very majestic. Now I've got to go." She turned to make her way to the pants having given up on ever finding her bras again."

"Hey wait princess can I add to your art?"

Azula turned and tilted her head. "What?"

"Can I add to your art?" He pulled off a white boot and produced a pen out of nowhere and scrolled a name across the top. He held it out to her. "Here! This will further the look, a woman in men's boots shows the fluidity of gender barriers and the transcendence of spirit."

At this point Azula knew the poet had indeed been smoking something and at this moment she wanted in on it. She took the boot with the autograph. "Can I have the other boot too?"

The poet nodded. "Yeah sure, it really completes the look."

Azula slipped on the two boots, they were a little wide but fit surprisingly well. She looked at her reflection and started to feel her blood boil, this was not how a princess was to dress. She looked at her pants fluttering care free in the gentile breeze of dusk and wanted to kick herself because the poet was starting to rub on. She grinded her teeth and wondered just how the hell someone got her pants up so high, then it hit her. There was only one person who was crazy enough to steal from her and could get shit up that high.

"You look amazing." The poet commented before she pushed him in to the pound.

"Yeah, I know." She muttered darkly as she walked back to the palace. "And I know what I'm going to do next and it's not going to be playing this game."

.o.

Ty lee looked at the stern palace guard and giggled nervously, he had a singed ear and smoking shoulder pad. "Princess Azula wants to see you immediately."