Hello everybody. I must apologize for the long wait. School has been kicking my ass lately. I've had speeches to do for FFA contest and FBLA contest, science Olympiad, band practice, basketball practice, theater practice, homework, EOC's to prepare for. This whole month for me has basically been a kick to the nuts. And the worst part of it was, sometimes I would get snowed in, and I would honestly try to write, but that fucking little demon called, "procrastination," would tempt me to play Call Of Duty: Black Ops, or play the guitar just a little more, and then I would completely forget I was writing something. I honestly apologize to all of my faithful readers who have been reading this. I really, really, hope you can forgive me.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. It's possibly my favorite one, basically because it has a seductive Azula. *slowly gives mischievous smile.*

Here it is.

She bit into the smoked Sabertooth Moose-Lion, and hummed in joy as the juicy meat entered her mouth and her taste buds rejoiced in a triumphant euphoria. It had been a while since she last had a decent meal in the republic city asylum, and while it wasn't necessarily the best meal she had so far, it was vital to her goal to act like it was the greatest slab of Sabertooth Moose-lion steak she ever had in her life. Otherwise, all this preparation, and all of this work would have been for nothing.

At this point, some of the juices on the inside squirted out and ran along the side of her cheek. It moved slowly and began to drip on to her shirt….just above her left boob. Looking at the man across from her, with the most conniving and deliciously evil eyes, she dipped a finger in the oil trail along her face, and began to suck on that finger. Slowly drawing it in her mouth, back and forth, she began to close her eyes slowly, and hum in satisfaction.

When she popped the finger out of her mouth, and opened her eyes at the stunned doctor, she just had to laugh. His expression was that of complete bewilderment, that it was strangely cute.

And when she laughed, it was at that moment, that Mailto realized that Azula was evil. Mailto did expect a strange and somewhat unpleasant, welcome back. But this was something he was not prepared for. She wasn't welcoming him back. She was tempting him, and he knew it. Worst part of it was; he couldn't do anything about it.

He decided to just stare right back at her with angry eyes, and reply with a disgusted tone. "I take it that you missed me." Mailto stated.

"Was it really that obvious?" Azula replied with a quirked brow.

Mailto laid his head back down on the table. He desperately wished for an observation booth. If that were the case, people would have clearly seen the torture that Azula was bestowing upon him. But sadly, that was not the case. Instead of a regular therapy room, with an observation booth, Mailto was stuck with Azula in the lunch hall, with the only people somewhat around him, being Aang and Sokka, who was a table behind them, and not paying any attention to the session.

Zuko wouldn't have come. Oh hell no. Zuko hated Mailto's guts ever since he learned the awful truth. Zuko never wanted to see him again; not since he found out he defiled his sister. And even if that meant he would not be able to witness the last two days of his sister's therapy session, and would only know what happened based on Sokka and Aang's word; then that's what he shall do. In fact, that was what Zuko currently was doing in his palace; ignoring Mailto's presence in silence.

Back in the hospital, silence was becoming a little awkward and drastically tense. It had been a whole two minutes of dead silence after Azula ate part of her Sabertooth Mose-Lion steak, before she said another word. In fact, it was barley even considered a word. It was more like a question.

"Well?" she asked curiously.

"Well what?" Mailto spat back.

"Aren't you going to say it?" Azula asked innocently. When Mailto gave off a confused look, Azula placed a hand up to her mouth, coughed, and gave her very finest Mailto impression. "Doctor Mailto currently sitting here with patient…..bla, bla, bla,…..I mean, you know the drill."

"I highly doubt that following the modus operandi is necessary." Mailto began. Then, he leaned forward. Azula leaned closer as well, eyes wide with curiosity at what Mailto was about to say. "Look where we are."
He stated in a paranoid and highly knowledgeable manner like a conspiracy theorist would. "Placing you out of high security and placing you with the non-violent crowd in the lunch hall….well…it's pretty unethical to say the least."

"Well, I never really been a big fan of….ethical," Azula stated in a dramatic tone, as she leaned back and began to eat her fried cabbage and rice bowl. Noticing that there were no utensil on her tray, (since she was deemed dangerous with a fork and or chopsticks) she began to eat the rice by picking the bowl up, and tilting it to where the rice and cabbage was falling in her mouth.

While he knew it was a dangerous move, he also knew that he had to get his point across to Azula; otherwise, she might very well just become another pawn in the Republic City mental hospital and Fire nation chess game.

"But you do see what they're doing, right?" Mailto asked Azula.

Azula lifted the bowl from her chin and looked at Mailto. Parts of her faced were covered in rice and cabbage. "No?" she asked unsure.

"They're trying to get on your good side." Mailto proclaimed softly as he pointed a thumb at Aang and Sokka, symbolizing who 'they' was.

She thought about this idea for a moment, before finally concluding, "….no." she stated low as she shook her head furiously. "Impossible. I mean, I don't even have a good side."

With a sigh of frustration, Mailto began to explain the situation to the somewhat confused Azula. "By lowering security, conciliating the rules, and adding me as your doctor once more….well…as much as I love my job here as a doctor, I can pretty much say that this whole entire hospital is all about image. Remember when you were first stated here? There were thousands of journalists from all four nations looking to interview you."

"And if you clearly remember," Azula began with a vicious smile, "I didn't mind the attention. I loved giving interviews. The strange, blank, uncomfortable stares that they had by the end of the interviews, it was pretty much the most hilarious thing I ever saw in my life."

"It seems to me that that's the only thing that you like to do." Mailto scribed.

With a one note chuckle, she looked at Mailto with a devious grin. "Did you just figure that out right now?" And with that she bit down on the small head of cabbage. As she chewed, she leaned back on her chair, and with a serious and interested look, she placed her hands on the back of her head, and began to relax. "Since you're the doctor here, what exactly do you think is the main problem?"

"No offense to the man," Mailto began, "But you're brother really is the root of all our troubles so far in therapy. First of all, he hasn't bumped up security since you've escaped. And if I were him, I would have placed this hospital under so much security; it would have resembled a concentration camp. And I completely understand why your brother does this. The further away he strains from his father's legacy and attitude, the more he becomes peaceful to the public eye, and the better person he becomes. But the more he does this, the more he tries to protect you. And the more he does that, the more unorthodox our method's at the hospital change. I mean, it's the same reason why we gave you back you're make up."

"Well, you didn't at first," Azula said a little grouchy and sardonic. "In fact, if I remember correctly, you're sluts to which you call "Nurses" invaded my privacy, and took my make up without my permission." when she finished her sentence; she sounded like a spoiled princess. As she continued her story, her eyes twitched about as she looked up; trying to remember what she did in the past. "So, for the eye liner, I found some black shoe polish. And then, for the mascara, and found out that if you use a pin to separate the lashes, it pretty much does the same trick. Although, it is very dangerous, and I happened to poke my eye out on at least several occasions. Luckily it healed. But as for the lip stick, I was stuck in a rut. I literally couldn't find someone crazy enough to give me lip stick. So I called back one of the nurses on one of the occasions that I accidently poked my eye out, and when she came in, I bit her finger off. It was a really natural shade of red, actually. And after that, Zuko pretty much allowed me as much make up as I wanted."

"That's exactly the problem we here at republic city hospital have with Zuko." Mailto exclaimed as he emphasized the sentence; trying to get his point across. "He believes that you'd give up your obsessions on your own time, and with a little help here and there, you'd be able to fully recover. But in all honesty, we've been doing that for ten years, and nothing has changed. And I understand the concept behind this, granted that there's going to come such a time like certain obsessions with objects, such as a mask or make up, is pretty much going to interfere with basic human functions."

And as if it were on cue and unnoticeable patient appeared out of nowhere, and sat right next to Azula; much to the surprise of Mailto and Azula herself. The female was automatically recognizable, and welcomed with a disgusted scowl from Azula, and a purposeful cough from Mailto. She was rather small, even though she was 21, and while she was a girl, her dresses and satire made her look very much like a boy. In fact, she almost acted like a man in every aspect of one; the rebellious attitude, the rude behavior, and her ever so present sarcasm. She was small, but vicious. And she was always a badass. She was none other than….

"Hello Smellerbee," Azula proclaimed with disgust.

Smellerbee turned her head, and with a sarcastic grin, she proclaimed, "Hello freak."

Smellerbee's journey to her admittance into the hospital was a long and ironic story. After the death of her leader, Jet, she was basically left with nothing to do. When Jet died, so did the freedom fighter's cause, thus, making her jobless, homeless, and completely on her own for two years, as she tried to find herself. Then, at the end of those two years, she grew a noticeable passion for psychology, and decided to enter the fire nation school for psychology at the tender age of 14, (which was allowed, due to the fact that she was able to fib her way into the system,) and tried to get her degree. 4 years later, she got a job as a doctor at the Republic City hospital. And from 18 to 20 years old, life was pretty good. But somewhere along the line, she snapped. She began to look at herself as more of a boy, and less of a girl, and started to become bisexual. Then she turned fully lesbian, and eventually, out of sexual frustration, she called one of the nurses in to her office, and ordered her to give her oral sex. When the nurse refused and threatened to call the guards, Smellerbee spontaneously killed the nurse via pencil to the neck. In an ironic and sad turn of events, it happened to be that very day that the fire nation board of schooling found out about her lies when she entered the school for psychology, and decided to pay Smellerbee a visit; right exactly at the moment when she killed the nurse.

She was sentenced to the hospital as a patient 2 months before her 21st birthday. Now, 3 months later, she was sitting with Azula, facing Mailto, quietly eating her food.

"Do those rules also apply to Smellerbee?" Azula proclaimed with a forceful sarcastic tone. Afterwards she turned to Smellerbee and asked curiously, "what's it like being teacher's pet?"

"Speaking of picking favorites," Smellerbee said as she turned her head towards Mailto. With a dark and dooming stare, she proclaimed, "Hello doctor Mailto. Do you like the view from my former office?"

"Actually, I can't say for sure," Mailto exclaimed sarcastically, "I'm not in it as much, cause I'm too busy doing the job that you've ignored to do."

With an undignified "Hmph," Smellerbee shot skeptical and self righteous stares at both Azula and Mailto. "Well….this doesn't even look like work to me. In fact, it looks like a date. Is Zuko buying?"

"Oh, that's right!" Mailto exclaimed. "If memory serves me, when you use to ask me out, you planed on paying the bill yourself like men usually do. I should have noticed that as foreshadowing."

Suddenly, Azula burst out laughing. It was an uproarious, snorting, uncontrollable laughter that made her shake and slam her fist on the table. Suddenly, noticing that she was drawing attention, she held a fist up to her mouth as she tried to conceal her laughs, which were now turning into coughs of hilarity. "Wait wait wait!" Azula proclaimed repeatedly. "You two use to date?" She asked surprised and humored at the very thought of it.

"I hardly was ever that desperate," Mailto clarified with a serious tone.

She gave Azula a somewhat annoyed sigh as she leaned over to Azula in a haughty manner. With a smug tone, she whispered. "And besides that, I'm a ten times better lover, than the slut that he's with now."

Azula's eyes widened in this revelation. She had no clue that Mailto was with someone. She was angry. She was shocked. But most of all, she was inquisitive. She wanted to know more about his mystery lover that Mailto was with now. She wanted to know every detail. But she couldn't do it with an arrogant presence right beside her, hogging up all the well deserved attention from Mailto. Azula picked up Smellerbee's apple that was on her tray.

"Why don't you do us a favor?" Azula told Smellerbee as she threw the apple all the way to a table that was three tables away. "Why don't you let us be, and move all the way over there? Mailto and I have some speaking to do."

With an exasperated sigh, she picked up her tray and began to lift herself off her seat. Before leaving, Smellerbee leaned into towards Mailto, shielded her mouth away from Azula, and whispered some crucial advice to the puzzled doctor. "Be careful with this one Mailto. She's not faking it."

Picking up on every word whispered Azula retorted. "You know, the funny thing is, neither is he."

While shaking her head, and blowing off steam, she strutted herself over to the table where her apple laid. A wise choice. Many a few who even dared to not obey a command by Azula were never heard from again. And speaking of the girl, Azula began to look down on her food, and paw her way through it in a depressing manner. Finally gaining the courage to look at Mailto, she asked the question that started to bug her.

"So you are seeing someone?" she asked in a way an ex-girlfriend would.

"Yes." Mailto spat back quickly and without emotion. "In fact, I'm engaged.

"Really?" Azula proclaimed with raised brows. "What's his name?"

Mailto's face broke in disgust and anger.

"Only kidding!" Azula playfully shouted with a laugh. "Spirits, all the doctors in this asylum can't seem to take a joke. But you do have to admit Mailto; that blonde hair isn't hiding anything."

"I actually like my blond hair, thank you very much." Mailto droned out with a serious tone.

Azula chuckled a little bit as she began to eat into her dessert; egg custard tarts. She smiled as the rich and delicious dessert felt like an orgasm in her mouth. But even the delightful treat couldn't distract her mind from what she now knew. She wanted to stop asking questions, but she couldn't control herself not to. It was an impulse; an urg to know who Mailto was with.

"In all seriousness, who's your girl?" she asked.

"Her name is Tera." Mailto stated.

"Charming name," Azula replied in a dry tone. "What does she do for a living?"

"Right now, she works down in the market as a pastry maker. But, in her spare time, she actually is a very good artist."

"Does she paint or sculpt?" Azula asked kindly.

"Paints." Mailto retorted.

"Any good?" Azula asked, inquiring on Tera's skills as an artist.

"She's a beautiful painter." Mailto sighed in happiness. "Some of the most wonderful paintings I've ever seen. In fact, we have some of them on display in our hose.'

She tried holding herself back. But that question just wouldn't go away. Ever since she heard about this "Tera," there was one question on her mind. She had to know. If she did, there might be a kink in this scheme,(or what appeared to be a scheme in her mind,) and she'd be able to still claim to Mailto.

"Do you love her?" she asked in a sad tone.

"Well, I am marrying her." Mailto described.

"But that's beside the point." Azula exclaimed. "I mean my mother and father were once in love; look at how that turned out. What I really want to know, is do you truly, intently, love this woman?"

Mailto was completely unprepared for the question. He was left with a nervous and unsettling feeling brewing in his stomach. And with the way Azula asked it, adding much emphasis and emotion to it, it left Mailto speechless. "I…I…I…." Mailto stuttered.

With clenched teeth, and a sardonic voice, she said, "That seems to me like a lot of hesitation for a 'yes or no' answer.

Mailtio realized that he had to end this conversation soon; otherwise, he'd be a sitting duck. A nervous sweat began to trickle down the back of his neck. Trying to find a way out, he used on old gag that many couples going through a relationship would state to their friends when asked that question alone with a friend. "Maybe it's not that simple."

"Of course it is," Azula growled; anger present in her voice. Mailto was shocked with the stern and grim glare behind Azula's eyes. And with the most serious voice possible, she gave her biggest piece of advice to the doctor.

"It's very simple." Azula exclaimed. "If you want something…..you take it…by force if necessary."

"That's not love," Mailto proclaimed with a disappointed sigh. He honestly thought that Azula would be a little bit smarter when it came to matters such as this.

"Define your terms." Azula stated with a devious and nostalgic look in her eyes as she picked up an apple. She toyed with the fruit in her hands as she spoke to the doctor. "You obviously love your job, and I bet you had to take that by force."

"But that's a completely different kind of love," Mailto replied.

"It doesn't matter," Azula quickly retorted. "Love is still love, and when feelings such as lust get in the mix, anything is fair game." Azula smiled deviously as she looked at the apple. She shot her eyes back in forth towards the apple in her hand, and the doctor, who's left eye brow was raised in a confused manner.

"You see Mailto," Azula proclaimed. "Life is full of temptation." And then Azula bit down on the apple; taking in a giant chunk in her mouth. The juices shot everywhere along her face; some landing just above her breast. She chewed the apple as she looked all over the mess she made along her body. Once she swallowed the piece in her mouth, she took a finger and wiped off the juices from her face. In the same seductive manner earlier, she drew that finger in and out of her mouth, tasting the strange mixture of skin and apple. When she popped the finger back out, she looked back at the now wide eyed doctor.

"Wanna bite?" Azula asked in her most seductive and luscious voice possible, as she wiggled the apple in her hand.

With a one note laugh, Mailto replied with a dry voice, "As tempting as that sounds, Azula. No. your brother doesn't allow it."

With a chuckle, Azula proclaimed, "My brother can be so stern sometimes."

I really like how this chapter turned out. I also loved the chemistry between Azula and Mailto. Review if you really liked Azula in this chapter, more than the chapters before it. If not, please still review and explain why.

I really like the smellerbee cameo as well. I kind of enjoyed the character when she was around. Kind of wish she got more of a reprising role.

Anyways, updates may be short. Please review as much as possible. Share with all your friends.

I kind of feel that this story isn't getting much attention. So here's an idea. If you can get me 20 reviews within this week, I'll post a new chapter the next. If not, I'll still try to post the newest chapter as soon as possible. You fans are truly the greatest. Espically to my big three.

Thomas Drovin. *shout out to my Azula and Dark Knight homie! Lol."

LifeTimesWorth. *JetZula FOREVA! And I could have used them in this story. But Mailto has always been a character that has been stuck with me. Basically because, I never seen anyone in the avatar universe with blonde hair.

Dragontastic. *For some reason, that Screen name sounds like a really exotic fruit. I mean, its like, "Try Dragontasic. It's thirst quenching. It's the quenchiest!"*

And before I end this story, I have a movie that I really suggest you see. It's a foreign film called, "Dogtooth," and it just got nominated by the academy for best foreign film. It's basically, besides, "Eraserhead," and "A clockwork Orange,"…the most disturbing thing I've ever seen. But to me, and I don't know why, I like to picture it as if Ozia snapped and made it so Zuko and Azula would never leave the palace and see the outside world.

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