Heyyyy guys! Sorry it took forever for me to update! I had a little bit of writer's block because i couldn't think of anything to write! That's why it kinda took forever to write this chapter, but I hope you like it! Please review! See you next time! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not Own ATLA :P

Quietly securing the door closed behind him, Fire Lord Zuko exhaled a long breath he didn't know he was holding. He hated hiding things from Katara, even after all the secrets she had already shared with him. They had returned from the South Pole a week ago-their daily schedules falling back into place rather quickly. Kaskae even found the palace interesting to explore-when he's not destroying property.

Sokka and Suki are visiting Kyoshi Island for a while. Suki missed the rest of the villagers and wished to see them again before returning to her duties back in the Fire Nation.

Walking past his uncle's room, Zuko checked twice to make sure he was sound asleep before continuing his weekly trip to the prison.

"Any change?"

"No your Highness, he's exactly the same since you returned."

"Open the doors."

"Yes sir."

The prison doors opened to reveal a hunched over, old, dirty, gross man-who once was the sole ruler of this nation. He was wrapped in dirty cloth, his hair matted down from sweat and lack of showers. His breathing was ragged and shaky. The smell radiating off his body was wretched.

Zuko took a seat on the other side of the cage bars. The body on the other side stirred for a moment, before going still like it was a moment ago. Zuko could barely make out the faint glow of the once golden eyes of his father. They were now dulled into a dark, muddy color. It held no beauty, but then again, it never did.

"How is my favorite son?" The old man coughed and choked on his breath after speaking the lie. His health was decreasing. The doctor gave him two months.

"Cut the crap Ozai." Zuko frowned, folding his hands into his lap. He was tired, but this was the only time he could do it without Katara finding out.

"So we're on a first name basis again? Should I call you Zuko?" Ozai rubbed the long hair of his beard, which had overly grown in the months.

"You will call me by my title," Zuko took a deep breath. "You have always been Ozai to me."

"And you have always been the pathetic excuse of an heir. I was disgusted by calling you my son. Pathetic." Ozai shook his head in despair.

"Where is she?" Zuko got right to the point-skipping the not so friendly greeting.

"Still trying to find your mother are you?" Ozai asked, lifting his head to tease his offspring. "I'm not telling you anything I wouldn't know."

"But you do."

"Even if I did, why would I tell you? So you can bring her back here? Being her to me so she can repeatedly tell me 'I told you so?' So she can tell me how I failed as a father and Fire Lord?" Ozai frowned, and turned to the floor.

"It's your own fault."

"I don't need your blaming. You will always blame me."

"No, I blame Azula sometimes too." Zuko pretended to examine his nails. "Have you spoken to Azula lately? The mental institution can't be good for here without you. She was your favorite after all."

"You leave Azula out of this."

"Why? She's as much to blame as you are." Zuko waited a minute before speaking again. "Or is she a pawn too? Is she just a toy in your game? You never cared for her, just tried to make the ultimate weapon."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

"I don't?!" Zuko's rage flared. "How dare you! I talk to my sister everyday in that stupid institution! She wouldn't even be there if it weren't for you! She tells me everything you have haunted into her brain!"

"Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!" Ozai screamed, flinging his body towards the metal bars that separated the father and son. "You worthless brat! Stop talking about Azula!"

"Why? What good will I get out of it? What will you do for me?" Zuko hesitated before asking the next question. "Does she know something about my mother?"

Ozai was quiet.

"I knew it." Zuko stood up.

"You don't know anything! You don't know what you're talking about! Leave Azula out of this!" Ozai roared.

"Goodnight Ozai. See you next week." Zuko opened the door, and closed it right behind him. He could still hear the screaming and banging coming from the prisoner inside. Sighing, he dismissed the guard, and left for his room where his love slept.

He knew Katara wasn't going to be happy if she ever found out.

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~EZ17