It was all Zuko could do to try not to leap from his chair in anger. He was not going to let his infuriating sister ruin the peace he had acquired. Azula was obviously irate, and got right down to business. She pressed her face up to Zuko's and gave him a serious glare.
"Okay, Zuzu," she sneered in distaste. "If you won't let dear daddy have the throne, why don't you just hand it over to me." Zuko recoiled, partially because she called him Zuzu — though that was common — and partially because she must have known that Zuko wouldn't just hand the throne over to his sister. She wasn't that stupid.
"Sorry, sis," Zuko emphasized, giving Azula a dirty look. "But free nations aren't for sale today." Azula began pacing around the room, smug grin on her face.
"Oh, Zuzu," She cackled evilly. "You are going to regret that decision so, so much." With that, Azula wrapped her hand around his chair's metal armrest, and a sharp electric current tore through Zuko's already beaten body.
Azula grinned and asked Zuko, "So what do you think now, little Zuzu? Zuko, already weakened from his time with the general, managed to get out one word to his tyrannical, psychotic sister.
"Never." Her crackling energy poured from her hand and into the metal in waves, pulsing fervently. Vaguely, he wondered why the guards weren't affected, but he didn't have time to think about it as another jolt of lightning crackled through the metal.
This one was stronger than the rest, and must have jolted him out of shock, because suddenly all the pain he should've felt before came crashing back all at once, and, gasping for breath, Zuko felt himself sliding into the sweet relief of unconsciousness.
Authors Notes
Sorry this chapter was so short, but I barely had time to write it, along with the whole bit about me being unable to post for a whole weekend. SORRY I WAS ON VACATION anyway, thanks for supporting my random, junky fluff!