Conditions to be met: I don't own Avatar the Last Airbender. As well as any characters invented from the show.
Lu Ten: Condition?
Me: Expanding my vocab
Lu Ten: You're just tired of writing the word disclaimer. Aren't you?
Me: Maybe a little.
On a note. The red head, mentioned a lot in this, is Suki. I don't think I mentioned earlier, that I imagine Ozai knows the Avatar's name, as well as the Water Tribe siblings names, and sometimes I think he knows Toph's, but I don't think he knows Suki's. therefore, she is referred to as 'the red haired woman,' and 'the red headed woman,'. Because I think Suki's hair is this reddish brown shade. She's a red head for all evil purposes…
-oOo-

Ozai barely flinched at this point whenever the grassy scene changed abruptly. They now stood in a large room, the red walls lighting up brightly with the sun cast from an open window. The sound of joyful laughter was something Ozai had become accustomed to hearing while on the trip. Due to that fact, only a slight scowl seeped over his face as he took his son's obvious laughter in stride. Ozai turned, not bothering to school his features as he faced in the direction of the sound.

His son sat on one end of the large couch at the far end of the room. The waterbender was beside him, staring down at the bundle of cloth in his arms. On the couch opposite them, with a similar bundle in his arms, sat the tan male of the group; about the same age as Zuko and sharing the same skin tone as Katara. The red haired female, glanced down at the said bundle in the man's arms, sat beside him. Ozai dismissed the unseen child as theirs. The Avatar and the blind girl were missing from the scene. His gaze swept through once more searching for them, before locking onto his son and the child hidden in his arms.

The boy, now grown into his twenties, had matured greatly over the past set of years. Even from the scene Lu Ten had shown him previously, Zuko had continued to developed. His face had aged well; his bone structure, passed from his paternal side, was clear along his handsome face. Ozai faltered for a measly moment, as he once more caught the strong physical resemblance his son held with him. If it hadn't been for the large scar that stained his pale features, Ozai would have sworn he was looking at a younger version of himself placed in an unfamiliar setting.

But as it was, the dethroned ruler established that scar as the physical difference between him and the boy.

A small hum of a child's laughter peaked at Ozai's ears. The rest of the scene was quiet, but not still as they continued to move and look towards the bundle in his son's arms. Yet, the light giggle of a baby was all he could hear. Without warning, or waiting for Lu Ten's notice, Ozai stepped towards the scene.

He stepped towards the bundle that rested safely in Zuko's arms.

The steps weren't counted, before he realized he had made them. He stood, staring down at the child, concealed in a clutter of blankets. A pale hand, one he could easily fit into the palm of his hand, reached out into the world, before falling back inside the protection the cover gave. Zuko's own pale hand lifted and shifted the edge of the blanket to the side, almost as if he were inviting his father to look down at the child he held in his arms. Mustering up every ounce of an emotion Ozai could not name, he peered down at the infant.

The child; Ozai quickly realized the child was female, continued to stare up into the world, despite his unseen presents. Bright blue was the first thing he spotted about her after that. Two bright blue orbs; polished and gleamed with the intensity of flames. The color appalled him to be seen against her fair skin, which held a darker undertone that made her cheeks appear rosy and bright. Hair, either light black or a deep shade of brown, was already beginning to grow and covered the majority of her small head. A few strands hung around her face, but didn't make it more than an inch or two from where they grew. A bright red shirt stuck out from where the blanket did not cover.

Ozai recoiled at the child that screamed Fire Nation, but muttered Water Tribe with its name. Even with his step back, Ozai found he could not withdraw his gaze from the infant. Her face turned towards him, most likely trying to focus on a noise that had happened behind him. Still, Ozai could not shake the feeling that the kid's blue eyes were staring right into him. And as she scrunched up her face; her small features becoming closed as her pudgy nose wiggle about, the deposed king wondered if the reaction was meant for him.

Anger, unjustified towards the child, was quickly dispelled as a large sneeze escaped her. Her face set back into a relaxed state, after shaking her head several times to clear the remaining mess of the sneeze from into her nose. A russet colored hand soon appeared, holding a handkerchief as she whipped away the mess of the sneeze. A giggle filled the air from the child.

Ozai allowed his eyes to follow the arm; only to travel over the couple nuzzled against one another on the couch. The waterbender, he had picked up her name to be Katara, sat leaning towards Zuko and the child. One arm was between her and him, holding herself up from falling onto him. The other still reached to clear the mess from the infant. Her long red sleeve trailed over the edge of the blanket. Ozai recast his gaze towards the woman's face. Large blue eyes were turned in the direction of Zuko and what he held. Yet, even in the side glance of her face, Ozai could see the twinkle in her eyes as she smiled down at the mass of blankets. It was a shine his wife had looked upon their children with. The eyes of a mother.

Ozai felt his eyes narrow upon the waterbender. Sensed the rage and bitterness soak over him as he took a step back from her. She turned her face in his direction, talking to whoever it was behind him. The features she had passed onto the child became clear. The eyes; large, round and blue, the nose; small and pudgy, the chin; smooth and round, all of these came from the waterbender. All were in complete contrast to the physical appearance a normal Fire Nation child would support. The almond shaped eyes, the sharply slopped nose, the defined chin; these traits were lacking.

Ozai resisted the urge to strike out at the woman who had dared soil his family's blood with the creature his son held.

"She's four months," Lu Ten's voice forced Ozai to turn from the scene.

A pain in his palms became clear. Glancing down, Ozai watched as his fingers recoiled from the tight fist they had made. He wasn't sure when he had balled his hands into fists, and he wasn't sure at what point they had begun to loosen. He lifted his hands, and pointed the palms upwards. But the indents in his palms became clear. If he were in a physical form at the moment, Ozai was pretty sure his hands would be bleeding.

"Did you hear the news?" Lu Ten continued, despite his Uncle's gaze at his hands. Ozai raised his vision, an edge of confusion attached to the bitterness and anger that coated his eyes. "About the baby being born? I know you liked to try and keep up with the rumors and such of the world."

Ozai directed his gaze back onto the child. He felt the deep glare around his eyes soften, and struggled to keep the superior expression on his face. Sighing, Ozai nodded but did not allow any words to escape in fear of them betraying his distress.

"They named her Ursa," Lu Ten supplied. "They debated about names for months. They ended up deciding that since their first born would one day take over the Fire Nation when her father retired, that she should have a solid Fire Nation name. She seemed more like an Ursa anyway. And it seemed like a fitting name. As she grows, the name will become perfect for her."

"Ursa." Ozai spat the name with an underlying growl like it were curse. He found his eyes narrowing instantly back onto the child.

"It was only right," Lu Ten's voice held a smile that Ozai didn't dare look towards, "that she were named after the woman, who without her actions, this young one wouldn't be here. It seemed appropriate that both were named that way."

"Both?" Ozai inquired, before realization set it.

"Kya," Lu Ten clarified nodding towards the second mound of blankets as if Ozai did not realize soon enough who she was. "After Lady Katara's mother. She is Ursa's younger twin. By a mere two minutes."

His head turned slowly towards the second bundle that he had dismissed so easily. The mass of blankets was shifted from the Water Tribe man into the arms of the red headed woman who had been cueing at the child only moments earlier. His trek towards the bundle was much shorter than towards the first, but was filled with twice as much dread as he had felt heading to look at Ursa.

Ozai expected to find something similar to the first child as he came upon her. Fire Nation skin covering the obvious markings of Water Tribe. That was what he pictured as the bundle was shifted in the woman's arms to make both her and the child more comfortable. What he found, was clearly nothing like the other.

Deeply rich skin was shades darker than even the tannest person in the Fire Nation could healthy get. Her dark completion was natural and just a lighter mix of russet than her mothers. Ozai growled audibly, ready to show the same scorn as he had her sister, when the twinkle of yellow drew his attention to her face. Even at four months old, the girl's face already showed the sharp edges that she would grow into. The baby fat softened the edges some, but it was still clear how she would grow. Her chin was defined and her nose, thin like her father's, sloped off her small face. Hazel, no golden, eyes stared from the dark child. And as Ursa's eyes had flowed over the world in wonder and innocents, Kya's moved from each object around her with a clever gleam.

"You would never imagine the two were related just by looking. Much less sisters." Lu Ten's voice came with a chuckle. "But they are. Sisters in every sense of the word. Twins in every other sense. What's wrong Uncle Ozai? These are your grandkids. I'd thought you'd be happy to see them."

Ozai did not answer his nephew's words. He kept his eyes trained on the child before him as the red headed female stood, and carefully made her way across the room with the infant. The two on the couch slid over so she could slide beside Zuko. Ozai took in both girls at those moments. Their heads were angled towards one another, and the man could see the more subtle similarities between the twins.

Their gazes seemed highly focused for children as young as they were. Kya's golden gaze, narrowed by her carefully shaped eyes, held a quick glimmer that spoke of a clever mind behind them. Ursa's, blue as the ocean waves, shinned with an undying blaze that made the blue's flicker as if they were flames.

"I was not aware there were two of them," Ozai answered shortly. He turned from the sisters, not wishing to look into their radiating gaze. He instead looked towards Lu Ten with a frown.

"Really?" Lu Ten smirked. His arms were crossed over his chest as he shifted his weight onto one leg. "You didn't know there were two? It was the talk of the world. The Fire Lord and Lady's daughters, appearances from two sides of the world. It was huge."

"Must have tuned the news out," Ozai frowned at his son who was talking animatedly with the red head, who had at this point handed the child over to its mother. She then placed her now free hand on her own stomach that seemed tight against her dark green dress. The dark skinned man bent over to kiss the red head, as he placed a hand on her stomach as well.

News of the princess's birth had indeed reached Ozai's cells. It was something that was bound to catch attention. She had her mother's eyes. She had her father's nose. That shade of gold… Mention of one name. Mention of a foreign name. The plural usage of girl, that just went down as Ozai's mind playing tricks. That shade of blue…

Yes news had come. News, overheard from gossiping guards as they changed shifts, picked up from the few remaining allies he held outside his cell, stolen and plucked from guards who did not shut their mouths quick enough. None of it had been clear though. His son had made sure of that. One visit was all he had granted his father. One visit, and no news that held him or his family in it was allowed to grace the former leaders ears. Ozai had been kept in the near dark concerning his grandchildren.

So yes, the former ruler wasn't surprised when he first spotted the small bundle in his son's arms.

Yes, he was pissed when he spotted and learned of the second bundle. The second child that he should have picked up on and realized sooner.

"Sorry we're late."

The matured male voice broke through the silence. Ozai lifted his attention from where it had once more landed on the children, only to stare in both confusion and anger at the newest arrival to the scene. The missing Avatar strolled in; the blind girl grinning wickedly as she moved in step. A young woman, who even clothed in green, Ozai still recognized as being the bubbly child his daughter had brought home so very often. Behind her, was the other friend; her hand loosely held by a tanned and bushy haired man. Iroh followed soon after; along with a green eyed woman a few years younger than him. A foreign green eyes woman, who appeared to be in her twenties but held traits that showed her relations to the woman with Iroh and Azula, now in her early adulthood brought up the rear. Beside her, walked a smiling man clearly in his mid-twenties.

"Azula made us stop every fifteen minutes so she could go to the bathroom," the man beside his daughter spoke. It seemed as if a veil was lifted off the scene as the conversation filled around them.

"This child is sitting on my bladder," Azula grinned as she laid a hand on her stomach. Ozai's eyes instantly followed her movements, only to land on her stomach; tight against her red dress.

"What?" Zuko's voice called from across the room. All eyes drifted to the Fire Lord, who shifted the child in his arms as his eyes widened towards his sister. "Child?"

"Shit," Azula looked down at the sleeping twins, "I mean shot. I forgot that I was going to tell you tonight. But ya. Pregnant. Hence my dress being a bit tighter than normal," Azula lost her grin, but the corners of her mouth remained pulled up. "What did you think? My dress shrunk?"

"Just say yes to the dress," the man chuckled. Ozai narrowed his eyes at the male who stood so close to his daughter. His eyes were large, and green against his pale skin.

"I thought your dress shrunk," Zuko couldn't keep the smile out of his words.

"You are lucky you're holding my niece," Azula smirked with her words.

"Congratulations Azula," Katara smiled at her sister-in-law. "And you two Kory. How does it feel to be expecting parents."

"I really wish people would stop rubbing my stomach and commenting on my glow." Her eyes fell instantly to the Avatar, who at that moment was pulling the blind girl onto his lap.

"I just said she looked really bright today," the Avatar whined as the blind girl in his lap shifted to get comfortable. Her legs hung over the chair as she found a good spot. "Toph was the one who spilled the beans."

"What?" The blind girl, Toph smirked as she shrugged her shoulders. "It's not my fault you all feel the need to share their culture and place colonies."

"Toph!" At least six voices mixed together to shout the girl's name. The two babies stirred, but continued with their sleep.

"I hope all of your kids are airbenders," Azula grinned at the girl.

"You say that like it's an insult," the Avatar looked indecent at the remarks.

"Another Twinkletoes?" Toph gasped. "Take back your curse."

The Avatar's indecent look grew. "Must you two insult me?"

"Are you alright Uncle Ozai?" Lu Ten's voice was beside him. The friendly group before them continued to talk, but their words were muted on their lips.

"Who the Hell are they?" Ozai nodded towards the obviously Earth Kingdom portion of the group.

"Oh," Lu Ten followed his Uncle's line of vision. "Bushy hair is Jet. Mai's fiancé. The woman beside dad is his wife, Candia. Her daughter, Jin. And-"

"Wife?" Ozai shifted his gaze towards the Earth Kingdom woman.

"Yep," Lu Ten answer. His voice held a loving and happy tone, but the sense of remorse and regret also clung to them as the deceased prince looked in on the family he had been taken from before it could even begin. "Jin was a friend of Zuko's whenever he was living in Ba Sing Se. The two remained friends even after the war. Dad met Candia about two months after the war ended, shortly after he hired Jin to help in the Jasmine Dragon. Him and Candia… it was clearly love. After being together for three years, they decided to get married. Been happy ever since."

"Ah ha," Ozai muttered. He easily glared at the woman who sat beside his brother.

"Kory is your daughter's husband." Lu Ten changed the subject. "She met him when she was visiting Ty Lee one day on Kyoshi. Two have been together for about three years now. Got married last spring."

Ozai scoffed. It seemed as if during his time in prison, the world's borders had fallen away. His son had married a Water Tribe girl, and allowed her filthy blood to spawn the two mixed creatures in their arms. His daughter had brought a man from Kyoshi into her life, and permitted his blood to create the child growing inside of her. His own brother, had shacked up with a woman from Ba Sing Se itself.

It was as if the three remaining members of the royal family, him excluded, were making it their mission to defile the family blood as much as they could. That was how Ozai saw the scene.

He watched as his daughter walked across the room, and sat herself in an empty chair beside the couch. Zuko stood, careful to keep from stirring the sleeping child in his arms while he walked towards his sister. Ozai frowned at the way the infant was gently switched into her arms with the delicacy of handling china. Azula looked down at the child, mouthing words that he could not hear.

"When can we leave?" Ozai growled, biting back his emotions.

"You want to leave now?" Lu Ten asked.

"Yes. Don't we have a present to see or something?"

"This is the present." Lu Ten answered. "This is what was going on, only moments before I showed up to take you on this voyage."

"Well than take me to the future." Ozai rounded on his guide. "I am done with this moment. I am done with your little tour."

"Uncle Ozai…"

"Don't Uncle Ozai me." The former king sneered. "The sooner we leave, the sooner I can be done with this blasted trip. And the sooner I can be done with listening to your voice."

"If that is what you want." Lu Ten sighed. "I had really hoped seeing your grandchildren for the first time would have done something for you."

"It did," Ozai sneered. "It made me realize just how pitiful and weak the world was. And as of right now, I'd be glad to be back in that cell. If only so I wouldn't have to deal with this anymore."

"Very well," Lu Ten nodded. His voice seemed broken and destroyed. "We have one more stop to make before you can go back. There's only a few more things for you to see. And after that… after that I hope this trip has shown you something."

-oOo-

Ozai was relived as the blue smoke set over the moment in time. His children's smiling faces disappeared into the thickening fog as they moved to the next moment in time. The rest of the group vanished as well.

Sighing, he closed his eyes in an attempt to push aside the emotions building inside of him.

It had become clear to him how far his children had grown from him.

Yet, it wasn't that fact that burned at Ozai now. It wasn't how they had left him behind. It wasn't the way they laughed so carelessly. It wasn't even the way they fit so easily into this new family of theirs.

It was the way his daughter had rested her hand lovingly on her stomach, as if the growing child inside of her could sense her love through the action. The way both of his children had looked down at the tiny infants in their arms. They looked upon the youth with nothing but affection. Undying love and devotion. There was so much passion, for two little creatures that could do nothing but lay in their arms.

Ozai let a sound escape his lips. A sound that he could not tell if it were a growl or whimper. His eyes remained closed, trying to force the images he had seen from his mind.

Two faces remained behind his closed eyes. Two faces, so different yet so alike continued to smile at him, despite his best efforts to cast them aside.

And as the mist began to fade, Ozai felt a heavy tear drop from his face.

-oOo-

I am back! After being a week later than when I had origanily wanted this up. So, time to talk a little.

This chapter was the hardest to write. The past was easy, I knew what moments I wanted to show and how I wanted Ozai to react. The future is pretty easy as well, I have what I want to show already planned out. This chapter though… this one was the hardest to figure out. Once I started though, it all came, but it was the original set up that took so long.

I couldn't decide where I wanted this chapter to take place. With the past, and even the future, I could take my top favorite moments and line them with one another. The present, the present I wanted one big thing where the entire family was together. So I decided, why not use the babies! And then thy ended up taking over like, half of this chapter. So I'm sorry if it felt like the first half was just baby stuff. I wanted Ozai to have a clear imagine of his current grandchildren, and then I fell in love with Ursa and Kya… and baby fever sprang from my OTP love children! Ya…

At first it was going to be one child. But after the 'would be here right now if not for…' I didn't want to leave Kya out of it. So, I made twins. Dizygotic twins. (Fraternal Twins). You can have twins that look nothing alike. So I decided that the babies each took the most dominate traits from one of their parents. Their skin colors being crossed with those traits. I just wanted a blue eyed firebender (Ursa), and a golden eyed waterbender(Kya).

Ozai not knowing about both sisters was also mentioned in this. I doubt Zuko would have brought the man baby pictures, let alone any news, so Ozai had to learn from gossiping guards and his outside source. Most of his outside sources have been captured, killed, or simply quit at this point, so his info on his son and family is running low. He would have heard the guards talking, but I think they would have been careful about not mentioning too many revealing details. Hence, news being crossed and Ozai just brushing the contradicting news off as cluttered gossip. Plus, the two girls are four months old other than their birth, there wouldn't be much news for Ozai to hear.

The random relationships… those deserve some explaining.

Mai/Jet… just let it go. It was more for my pleasure, and not wanting to leave the two out of this if the entire family was getting together. Mai is part of the family. Jet is with her. Such a dysfunctional relationship… but I still love it.

Suki/Sokka's expecting child was briefly hinted towards.

Iroh/Candia… another let it go moment. Let's just say, that this is headcannon. I always imagined Jin working at the Jasmine Dragon after the war, and then I pictured Iroh handing over the shop after he retired. And then thinking on it, I started to wonder about her family. Thus headcannon widowed Candia came to mind… and the romance was born.
Brief note: I think Lu Ten would be happy that his dad had found someone to love and take care of him. Nobody wants Iroh all alone in Ba Sing Se, and Lu Ten wants his dad happy. Candia makes him happy, and Jin is a wonderful daughter to have. I imagine Lu Ten would have been proud to call them two family. But maybe this is just me…

Azula/Kory… she deserves love. And who better than someone from Kyoshi! Actually working on something for these two at the moment. But Zuko sends her to Kyoshi to relax, keep her away from his paperwork, under the supervision of Suki, Sokka, and Ty Lee, and she meets Kory. Azula, going by Alliah during her stay, quickly makes friends and after knowing/dating each other for two months, she tells him the truth. Few years later, they get married and little Coin is on his way.
*The culture/colonies joke was taken from a chapter in my "His Zukoness" fic. Chapter… whatever chapter "Intimacy" is. I think it was nineteen.

It's a baby fest this chapter.

As you can tell , I am a hopeless romantic. I see ships everywhere.

Back to the actual chapter though…

This chapters was meant to be a turning point in Ozai's attitude. As you can pick up from his trouble with controlling his emotions at the beginning, and his complete attitude problem at the end. He sees these two little babies, who represent this idea of peace and unity that he is not a fan of, and he doesn't know how to feel. He wants to be angry, he wanted to be hateful, he wanted to burn the scene to a crisp. But he can't.

So whenever Azula, and the rest of the formed family shows up, his emotions go a bit haywire. No longer is he only looking at these two children, but he's looking at a whole room filled with interracial/international marriages/friendships. If you have noticed, none of my ships are ever from the same place. I destroy borders with my shipping… and then whenever Azula mentions her expecting child, the anger starts to boil. Seeing Azula holding little Ursa, that was his breaking point.

I didn't want him to completely break down at this chapter. Not in front of Lu Ten anyways. Ozai is much too stubborn for that. Lu Ten is getting somewhere with his Uncle though, even if the progress is slow and he can't see it.

Big question! What two faces were stuck in his mind at the end of this? I realized after finishing that I didn't make that clear. But I kind of like the way it remains like a mystery. 'Two faces, so different yet so alike…'

Until next chapter. Only two more to go.