Emizula: Thanks! I'm always down for metal AU fanart lol. Fuck is the best word tho lmao. xP I'm much better at writing fics than reviews, mostly because I usually do my reading on mobile and I am not logged in on my mobile account and I'm too lazy to log in but I don't want my reviews to be anon...

I missed the bees lmao.

gemsofformenos: "Or such a stalker would try to lay hands on her brother. To exterminate the person, who prevents him from getting together with her, from his twisted point of view." That would be a wild concept, though I probably won't be able to fit something like that into this fic, due to the direction I have in mind. But yeah I can see rabid fans of both siblings. "I think. Azula is a friend, so I expect some kind of warning at a point, but if Azula would ignore it or cast such an alarm sign aside, Mai's reaction might be drastic. I'm curious, how and if this scandal will grow and who jumps off the train first." Perhaps she will. :P I'm gonna see where the fic takes me.

"Or to be more precise, both have an idea, but no one wants to accept the other. Kuriva prefers her idea, Baatar his own and both sides want to convince the other to give their own choose a try. It seems, that both had often such discussions about how to move on with the band, probably about songs, tours, stage show and so on. And it seems, that Kuruva had always the last word. Baatar feels rejected by her and it seems, that he had enough this time." Yes, he has posed ideas to her before but usually it's Kuvira's way or no way at all and this time he put his foot down. It took Kuvira aback. "Another parallel between Kuriva and Azula, both have a clear vision of their bands and of the style of music they want to make." Yeah, the two of them like to have full creative control. "This must be totaly frustrating for an artist." Exactly. "It's the kind of trouble, which is poison for getting ready for the contest, but what's more important, it's poison for their relationship." Needless to say, Kuvira is stressed.

"And Azula tried to get herself clean. But an unwelcomed guest has given her an unwelcomed lesson." Reason, like, 20 why Azula hates the public springs. "Like in most cases it's no black and white here and you've made a good job with this aspect, I think. It's too easy to say, 'hey this song or this kind of music is just bad, it makes people doing bad things'. It takes two for a game like that and in the end the acting person, who does an certain action has to take the responsibility in first place." Thanks. Though I pretty much 100% agree with Azula. Like videos games and TV, I don't think that music is what causes kids to act out. More often than not I feel like a kid who is already acting out/going through something will seek out songs that fit their situation and fantasies. Sure music and TV can intensify these feelings but music 9/10 isn't what 'makes' a child act out. I think that, that is mostly on the parent. But for the most part I try to keep my own personal biases from getting in the way of the story.
"But the angry mother had also hit a point. Artists could have a great influence on people and it couldn't hurt to have this fact sometimes in your mind." I do agree that artists have some influence. But at the end of the day, it's on the person to act or not act on that. The artist can't control what people do nor how they interpret songs. But that's just my opinion on the matter. "I really like the way, you have put these two opposite positions in a clinch, good job!" Thanks again, I tried to present both sides. "this mother had shown her a new point of view on her actions with Zuko." This is where the woman has a point though. Azula's doing a dangerous thing. "And that this isn't only affecting her and her life, it also affects Zuko, a person, she wants to protect." Yup, it's harming them both. "She starts to realize, that she's about to put herself and her brother back into the asylum as some kind of pervert freaks in the eyes of other people." It kind of opened her eyes to just what the images are saying about her, true or not. And now she has the concern that should have been there from the start. "She hasn't forseen how much more this picture cold do, beside causing some 'What?', 'Eww!', 'Really?' and 'How could they?'." The teenage mentality of not thinking in the long term.

"You didn't sleep well, did you?" P'Li comments as Kuvira fixes herself breakfast. The woman makes no attempt to reply. She doesn't need to, her overall demeanor is an answer in itself. She sits rigidly in her chair. Of course she hadn't slept well, she never had been able to sleep well on a couch, it reminds her too much of the days she'd slept in the streets or on sofas and chairs she'd stolen from the driveways of people who were getting rid of them.

Even without such poor associations her head had been racing all night, fretting over just how much time this impasse is going to cost them. She rakes her hand through her hair, why the fuck did he always do this at the worst times? Perhaps they should just stick to their usual style.

But she knows that, that won't cut it for S.A.S. They need something fresh. They need to put her idea to use.

Just why the hell did he have to fight her on this one?

Was he aware of how much pressure he has added? It is far more stress than necessary. They could be working on a new song and mover, they could be making progress. Instead, nights, spent on the sofa, have gone by. It is taking its toll and she is growing jittery and horrifically anxious. Perhaps downright fearful now that failure is waving itself in her face.

To think, they had come so far…

She rubs her hands over her face and peers at her engagement ring. Somehow it doesn't seem to shine with as much luster.

Part of her wants to just let it all out on poor P'Li. Instead she mutters, "he's an asshole."

"They're all fuckin' assholes. Why do ya think I don't have one?"

"What about Zaheer?"

P'Li laughs. "Got me pregnant. Got himself locked up." She sips her coffee and takes a good drag from her cigarette. "All fuckin' assholes."

Kuvira's brows knit. "Why didn't you mention that before? What happened to the baby?"

"Didn't want it, so I got rid of it." She pauses. "Didn't mention it because…" she trails off as if deciding whether or not to speak her mind. "Because, someone didn't want you. Didn't know how you'd take it."

Kuvira balls her hands into a fist and squeezes. The woman always has been blunt, and normally she'd appreciate the forthright honesty. Today it is just another blow to her ego. Without a word she pushes her chair in and heads towards her room, all too aware that she has created another point of tension within Wrought Iron Machine.

She gets to the door of her bedroom before realizing that it is Baatar's room not hers. "Son of a bitch…" she hisses to herself and then once more before the door opens.

"Kuvira." Baatar remarks, looking every bit as unamused as she knew he would.

"I need my clothes, Baatar."

He steps to the side and watches her rummage through her closet...their closet. Her clothes are wedged between his, they hadn't bothered to organize the space yet. Mostly because, prior to their argument she hadn't been opposed to wearing something of his every now and again. A sadness wells up in her belly. She finds herself leaning against the wall with her forehead pressed up to it, gently banging the wall with the side of her clenched fist. Not enough to make a disturbance or even a sound, but just enough to release some of the pressure. A sound forces itself from her throat, not quite a sob nor cry, more so a sharp exhale. Her eyes grow watery.

"Can you hurry up, I have to start my morning too you…" He trails off into a deep sigh and moves his glasses to massage the bridge of his nose. For a moment she thinks that he is going to offer comfort. Instead he mutters, "Please get your clothes. We'll talk about this later."

She feels numb, as she dresses herself.

The machine is breaking and she doesn't have the skills to fix it.