Title: Unamused
Author: Waffles 'R' Us
Word Count: 375
Warnings: Stupidity and death
Comments: ... I was bored. Oh-so very bored.
The Firelord was not amused.
Not because she had deprived Zuko of his virginity. Who cared about Zuko, really?
Not because her name was one letter's difference from his daughters. Whatever. They'd taken Azula's name from his father, anyway.
Not because she claimed to be a second avatar. They were more focused on capturing the first one.
Not because she claimed to be his long-lost daughter. He never could keep track of all those concubines...
Not because not because she was the wangstiest little whore he'd ever met. He'd met a lot of whores, concubines were practically taking over the palace.
No, none of those reasons.
The Firelord was in despair because she had eaten his Bon-Bons.
His private stash of Bon-Bons that no one was allowed to touch. Ever.
Heh. Maybe that's why his wife left.
Nah. He wasn't obsessed... Was he?
That aside.
Azala was possibly his worst nightmare.
After she'd molested his son, stolen his daughter's identity, pretended to be the avatar, and claimed to be his long-lost love child (Again, always a possibility), she had snuck into the palace and eaten his Bon-Bons, under his tree, no doubt.
She had to die.
Within seconds, Ozai was on his way down the corridor, hurrying towards the chamber where the impostor was now trying to seduce the palace guards.
He swung the door open and held out his finger in an accusatory fashion, yelling at the top of his lungs, "TIME TO DIE!"
He was rather surprised to see Zuko staring at him, wide-eyed, with a flaming dagger hidden behind his back.
Azala was dramatically dying on the floor, slowly bleeding out of her armpits. Armpits? Oh Spirits, his son was going insane.
Beside her was a pile of ashes, suspiciously the size and shape of Azula... Nah.
He tuned back into Zuko's stuttering as he tried to lie his way out of this. "F-father! It's not what it l-looks like!"
Ozai merely looked at his only son with an expression of indifference as his thoughts rambled on and on.
Damn. Beaten to it by my own son.
But, the firelord now had more important matters.
"Zuko..."
"Y-Yes, father?"
"Is that my shirt you're wearing?"
The firelord was, once again, not amused.