Random idea . . .
Her eyes darted back and forth, trying to take in the situation. Mai was breathing faster by the second, feeling as if she was going to pass out.
"No," She gasped, shaking her head.
Azula smirked, bringing her arms down from their usual fighting stance. Zuko lay on the floor, unconscious and burned through the top of his shirt.
"Yes." The princess said, walking towards Mai.
Mai turned around, going over to the unconscious Zuko. Azula watched her intently, the smug look still on her face.
Bending down, Mai brushed some of the soot and dirt off of the prince's face. She placed her left hand on his chest, barely able to tell that he was still breathing, though very faint and slowly.
"I really don't understand how you could stay with him for so long. You actually liked him?" Azula said, placing her hands on her hips.
It was now Mai's turn to smirk. She stood up, her right hand clenched in a fist.
"You know, you could go down in Fire Nation history. But seeing as you'd obviously rather stay here with the most wanted person in the Fire Nation,"
It's just for the first time,
She grasped the stiletto that was in her right hand, leaving the pointed side out. Mai looked down at Zuko, his chest scarcely rising.
With a flick of a wrist, the stiletto went flying in the air, piercing through Azula's skin. She gave a shriek of pain, falling to the ground.
Mai smiled, her own smug look on her face, at the sight of blood seeping through the princesses shirt, spreading around the stiletto that had struck her abdomen.
Getting back down, Mai kissed Zuko's forehead, brushing her hand against his cheek.
I feel . . . Wicked.
