A/N: Three more additions to the Sokkla100.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Avatar: the Last Air-bender

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019. Wrath (Takes place in Desert AU, after Lust)

Sokka woke up when a ray of sunlight hit his sleeping face. As his consciousness returned to him, he realized that his body was very sore. He also became aware of the weight on his torso. When he looked to see what said weight was, he was shocked to fined a very naked Azula.

The memories of the previous day came flooding back to him. Sokka slapped his forehead when he realized that he had just had wild, violent, and intense sex with the former Fire Nation princess. The bad part about all that was the fact that he enjoyed it.

It was different. When he and Suki were still together, they were never that wild, it all seemed to bland now, after experiencing unbridled passion that this woman seemed to posses.

Sokka mentally slapped himself. He come here for sex! He was suppose to find out what had caused Azula to become such a... such a... well, he didn't really know what to classify her as. After all, she still had that fire in her, that something that made her who she use to be, that formidable opponent he was terrified to face back when they were still at war.

"If you don't stop rubbing my ass, you will suffer a wrath the likes of which you've never seen," Azula threatened. Sokka's eyes went wide as he realized that he was, indeed, rubbing the woman's ass. He quickly removed the appendage and mentally slapped himself again.

"While I must admit that you performed quite excellently, from what I can remember," the woman stated as she got up to get dressed. "I would appreciate it if you left immediately." She began rummaging through all the debris in search of her robe, not once even bothering to hide her nudity.

As she continued to look for her clothes, Sokka couldn't help but be amazed with how beautiful she still was. Yes, even when she was trying to kill them all those years ago, Sokka had to admit that she was strikingly gorgeous. He got up from the remains of what looked to be a clothing basket.

He, too, began to search for his missing clothes so that he could leave. He soon found Azula's missing robe, "I believe this is yours," Sokka stated plainly, holding out the slightly tattered remains of her robe.

Azula approached the naked water-tribesman and snatched her clothes away. "Thank you," she spat, slipping her arms through the sleeves and tying the waist band in the front. Sokka couldn't help but notice the several bruises and bite marks on the former princess' form as she got dressed.

"I'm sorry about doing all that," Sokka apologized. Azula took a moment to look at the minor injuries before looking back at the naked man in front of her. "Whatever," she said flatly. "By the looks of it though, you seemed to have gotten the worst of it."

Sokka took a moment to look at himself and found that he had even more bite marks than Azula did. "Here," Azula said, handing the man his shirt. He took the piece of clothing greatfully and began to put it on. As soon as the fabric made contact with his back he felt a painful stinging sensation.

The water-tribesman stared at Azula blankly. "What," she asked. "I said it wasn't going to be completely painless."

Sokka went about locating the rest of his clothes as Azula began sauntering towards the kitchen area. "Please do hurry up," she started. "I would like to begin cleaning my home and figure what will be needing a replacement."

"What's your problem," Sokka asked irritatedly as he pulled on his undergarment. "All I wanted to do yesterday was figure out what happened to you and-"

"I said it before; I don't want your pity," Azula interrupted.

"It's not pity!" Sokka shouted. "Is it so wrong to want to understand someone!"

"Yes it is wrong when that person is your enemy!" she replied, clenching her fists tightly.

"We're not enemies anymore! The war ended ten years ago!" he was yelling at the top of his lungs now, his lack of clothes completely forgotten. "Why are you being such a bitch? Why can't you just let go of the past and move on!"

"Let go of the past?!" the black-haired woman repeated indignantly. "I was locked in a mental asylum, I was stripped of my power, I was robbed of my position, I was left with NOTHING! Left to ROT in a world that HATES me! That would love nothing more than to see me SUFFER! You try letting go of that kind of past!"

Before Sokka could respond to her outburst, Azula quickly left out of the back entrance of her hut. As quickly as he could, the water-tribesman gathered up all of his clothes and got dressed. Once everything was properly on, he followed were Azula went.

She was in the middle of her garden tending to some tomatoes. There was terrible grimace on her face. Sokka walked towards her before he was stopped. "What do you want now." Azula demanded.

Sokka took a moment to figure out was he was gonna say and began to apologize. "Look, Azula what I said was-"

"Azula is dead," she interrupted, causing Sokka to frown. "No, she isn't," he countered.

Azula looked at him, her amber eyes shone one again, just like when she was his most hated enemy. "I know that deep down inside, the Azula who I knew, who I feared, is still in there, and by the spirits I will bring her back out."

Azula stared blankly at the water-tribesman and studied him. He wasn't lying, he really was going to try and do what he said. She scoffed and went back to tending to her vegetables, Sokka in return turned and began to walk away.

"It's not right," he said the the entrance to the garden. "The Azula I remember would never feel sorry for herself. She would never simply give up like this. She would find her place in the world and not accept anything less."

He turned to look at Azula for the last time that day. "This isn't you," Sokka stated. "You don't belong here, not in this small town."

Azula watched as Sokka left, a frown etched onto her face. She hated that man. She had never felt such wrath towards a single person ever in her life, and yet... she wanted for him to be right. She wanted him to help her find that piece that was missing form her.

With Sokka gone for now, Azula went back to tending her garden. It was her one way of relieving her stress. As she tended to the vegetables, she felt her rage quickly die away.

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020. White (Set in the December AU)

Although she would never admit it, Azula loved it when it snowed. It was always so majestic. White and pure, untainted and awe-inspiring. She especially loved watching her children utterly ruin said whiteness.

"You're cheating Xifeng!" she heard her youngest child yell. "No water-bending the snowballs!"

"You're just jealous that you can't do this," Xifeng replied as she created a massive snowball that she immediately launched at her younger brother.

Said boys eyes went wide at the size of the impending object. Solidifying his stance, he punched his fists forward creating a large fireball that melted the massive globe of snow. Kouen smirked with pride at having bested his sisters attempt at pelting him with snow. He was quickly knocked off his high horse when a snowball hit him right square in the face.

"The big one was just a distraction, dunderhead!" the eight year old girl mocked.

Wiping the snow from his face, Kouen began to chase after his sister. "I'll show you who's a dunderhead!" he shouted.

Azula merely smiled at her children's antics. "Ah to be young again," she said wistfully.

"Oh come on," her husband said exasperatedly. "Your not even thirty yet."

Azula closed her eyes and chuckled. "Yes, well, it would be rather unsightly to see a grown woman having a snowball fight, wouldn't you agree?"

When she didn't receive a reply, she opened her eyes again and found Sokka out in the white snow, pelting his kids with snowballs. The boy and girl now teaming up to defeat their father laughed with pure joy.

She smiled at how much fun they seemed to be having. Deciding that maybe it was time to act like a kid again, Azula began to walk into the field. No one was aware that Azula had even thrown a snowball until Kouen was hit right in the face once again.

"Two on one isn't very fair, now is it?" she asked teasingly as she dodged a snowball thrown by her daughter.

"First one to hit mama wins!" Sokka shouted. The two children cheered as Azula's eyes went wide. She began to flee as her family threw snowball after snowball in an attempt to hit her.

Yes, although she wouldn't admit it, Azula did indeed love the pure white snow.

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021. Picture (Addition to the December AU, before Foreign)

"What are you doing?" Azula asked.

Sokka smirked. "Master Piandao once said that painting helps with focus, so I decided to try to paint you," he held up the parchment paper he was using. "What do you think?" he asked joyfully.

Azula stared at the offending picture. It didn't look like her at all. She frowned and lit the parchment on fire.

"Aww..." Sokka whined. "I thought that would make you happy..."

Azula leaned forward smirking, "If you want to make me happy," she started. "I would prefer a back-rub over a terrible rendition of my backside."

"But.. that was your face..." Sokka corrected.

"Are you implying that my face looks like an ass?" Azula asked indignantly.

"So how about that back-rub!" Sokka derailed as he turned Azula around and massaged her shoulders.

Azula had to suppress a giggle. It was way to easy to manipulate the young water-tribesman, and although the picture was terrible, it was flattering to have him care so much about her happiness.

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A/N: Well, that's it for this chapter. I'll have the next update sometime in the morning. Until then...

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