This chapter's mainly focused on Azula...actually, from now on most chapters will be focused on Azula. anyway, i don't own mario kart wii (again) or ATLA

Azula has been thinking a lot since her talk with Zuko. I don't want to help him, but I can't let father find out about how I snuck out to see Zhao. Stupid Zuko. Stupid threats. Stupid Mario Kart Wii.

"Azula? Are you feeling well?" asked Ozai with extremely mild concern. He was more worried about the ant that was crawling up his leg. He tried to firebend at it with his eyes. "I think she should get checked out," he whispered to his wife without taking his eye off the ant, which had reached a very uncomfortable spot.

"I'm…uh…fine."

"Why are you sweating so much?"

"I, er…ran around the building," Azula lied quickly. "I needed to stretch out." Azula's never been so scared in her life. Well, except that time Lo and Li dressed up as tacos at Halloween. That was scary. "Sorry, Dad, I have to, uh, go to swim practice." She ran out of the room so fast you could see a light trail behind her.

"Swim practice?" whispered Ozai. Ursa shrugged.

"I had no idea she actually went through with that!"

The next morning Ozai checked out of the hospital. He couldn't afford to miss yet another war meeting. After all, there had been numerous sightings of the new Avatar.

"Okay, my good war ministers, let us begin," said Ozai. His face lit up. "So, I have this, like, AMAZING new idea! Seriously, like, you CANNOT believe how genius this is! Omigosh!"

-chirp. chirp.-

"Ahem. So the plan is, we make this play, starring the Ember Island Players. We should make it about the Avatar and the morons that travel with him. We'll make it REALLY BAD. Then he'll get so mad he'll challenge me to an agni kai so I can give him a friendship bracelet—I mean…eliminate him…er…yeah."

There was a long pause. Then a brave minister spoke up. "Um…that is a very interesting and…creative plan. Maybe we should keep brainstorming, but that is an…" The minister swallowed. "…excellent back up."

"Mr. Fire Lord Sir, the Princess has requested your audience."

"Aw, cut the crap, Dennis. We all know you don't talk like that," said Ozai. "And isn't this supposed to be an ADULT ONLY war meeting? It's like, kids aren't allowed in the pool during ADULT SWIM, so why to kids go to ADULT WAR MEETINGS? But oh well. I was getting bored. Send her in."

Dennis whispered to Azula through the crack in the door, something like, be careful, he's off his rocker. Then he opened the heavy double doors and Azula strode in.

"I would like to speak with you alone, Father."

"Alright, you heard the lady. Beat it, people." Then the Fire Lord kicked the last person's butt and sent him flying out the door. Azula stared at Ozai for a full minute before she began to speak.

"Good morning, Father. I'm thrilled to see you're…ah…fully recovered."

"Thank you Azula. What did you want to talk to me about?" Azula looked at her shoes.

Those are nice shoes. She thought. Too bad my feet will probably get cut off for what I'm about to say. Her hair dangled around her face. I like my hair. Too bad my hair will probably get shaved off after this. Goodbye hair. Goodbye life. "Uh…"

ooooo cliffie. review!