Summary: The night before the invasion and both are upset.

A/N: I'm so sorry everyone that I've been neglective of this fic. I've been running out of ideas. XD It doesn't help that Mai and Zuko are becoming closer and closer. Potential spoilers for DoBS.

It was the night before the Day of Black Sun. Azula had informed her father of everything, so they were prepared. The princess had hoped that she could spend this night with her darling brother, but to her dismay he decided to spend it with Mai. It was quite hard, sharing him--especially when Mai had no idea that she was sharing her boyfriend with one of her best friends, not to mention that best friend is the sister of her boyfriend. Azula sighed, knowing that when and if those two got married it would be worst with her and Zuko; he would probably forget about her. Mai, in addition would be her sister-in-law living in the palace where she would see everything that went on behind these very walls. "Is Prince Zuko home yet?" she asked the servant that just entered her room, bringing in more sake like she commanded. If her brother didn't come home soon, she may just have to go over there and rain on their parade.

"No Your Highness," he told her as he poured the drink into her cup. Azula quickly took the filled cup in her hands and gulped it down.

"Leave the bottle," Azula told him. "You may go."

She drank more, knowing he wouldn't come tonight. She would have to settle for her dreams then, because tonight he was with Mai. He would probably be sleeping there too, even though it would be against proper protocol. Really now, the Crowned Prince and a noblewoman alone in her house at night? What would people think? They're sleeping together, no doubt, before marriage that's what. What would the Governor of New Ozai do if he knew what his "behaved" daughter was doing? How dare Mai do this to her; how dare Zuko do this to her!

However why did Azula care suddenly? She was the one who arranged for them to get together as a couple, so why did it bother her? Azula fell asleep wondering and drinking, and that's how Zuko found her.

"Azula," he called to her, waking her up. She opened her eyes, and saw him shaking her head. "You've had too much to drink."

Azula giggled and her words were slurred, "End you 'mell like her." She didn't want him if he was going to have the scent of another woman on him. He could've gone to her first then to Mai, if he had planned on staying with the woman for so long.

Zuko looked at her, "Did you wait up for me, all night?" It wasn't like her to do such a thing, he couldn't helped but be shocked.

"Psh, like I would do that," she answered. He knew that she was lying.

"Go back to sleep Azula," he told her as he turned to leave. Tomorrow was a big day, and he hoped that the alcohol in her system wouldn't affect her performance. Then again, Azula always could hold her liquor. The prince turned around, Azula had grabbed him by his arm, halting him from leaving.

"No," she said to him. "Don't go. Stay with me tonight."

Zuko hesitated but agreed, as he climbed into bed with her; holding her in his arms.

"Zuzu, you're just like them," she began sleepily. "I'm never good enough for huh? Gotta find yourself another girl to keep you satisfied. You use me for what I can offer, and when you have it, you're gone." Tears started to stream down her face, and Zuko quickly attempted to console her. "Just like Mom and Uncle, I'm not good enough; just like Dad, you just use me."

Zuko knew that Azula wouldn't remember what she was saying in the morning, and she probably didn't know what she was saying now; however it made him think, that despite it all, she meant every word. Did she feel used? "That's not true Azula," he told her, not knowing if he was lying or not anymore, but found her sleeping already against him. Zuko could not go to sleep, just yet. He looked at her with sad eyes, knowing that he couldn't change her. When their mother rejected her, she had no one else to go but to their father--big mistake. He couldn't believe that him sleeping with Mai for the night, would bring this out of her. "I'm sorry," he told her. "I'm sorry."

He was sorry, because they could never be the brother and sister that they could've been. He was sorry that his calling was something other than hers, even though he thought it was. He was sorry that he couldn't be sorry for what he was going to do.