Again, i do NOT own Mario Kart Wii. enjoy!

"You said WHAT?"

"Father, please—"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT. I can't just take back my decree! That's outrageous! I have a reputation. Plus I've wanted to kick Zuko out ever since he peed on my atlas when he was two."

"But Dad! You don't understand! Zuko is—" Azula choked on some spit here, "—cool…and…nice."

"You don't mean that, do you?"

"No, but—"

"GOOD! So we're all settled. BYE!" Ozai promptly kicked Azula's angsty butt out the door.

"Well, that went well," said Azula, still rubbing her butt where her father kicked her. "At least I still have feet…and…" Azula paused and did a happy little dance (right there in the middle of the main hallway!), "…hair! I STILL HAVE HAIR!"

"Hey, Azula, what's up?" said Zuko smoothly as he strolled down the hall.

Azula quit dancing at once. "Oh…it's you." Flush. All Azula's happiness just went down the toilet.

"Yeah. It's 'me'. So, what did Dad say?"

"Oh, uh…he's going to…cancel the decree," stammered Azula nervously. She flashed him a fake, wide grin, then shuffled past her brother and into the nearest room, which happened to be a dark utility closet. Zuko immediately popped into the closet after Azula and turned on the lights.

"I'm not stupid, Azula."

"Are you sure?"

"GAH! Okay, I know the pops didn't tell you he would cancel the decree. He's too…pigheaded. For angi's sake, Azula, stop shaking! You'll pee yourself!" If there's one thing Azula would never do (even in the face of death), it's pee herself. But no one's really in character today, right? "Spirits, Azula! Stop peeing on my atlas! And anyway, I'm telling dad about your love affair with Zhao and you're going to be there when it happens. If I'm going to be banished, I might as well take you down with me!" Zuko grabbed Azula's arm and dragged her out of the closet, down the hall, and up to the double doors leading to the Fire Lord's chambers.

"Zuko! You don't know what you're doing? If both of us get banished, who will be the heir to the throne? You and I both know nothing good ever came of a nation without a ruler." Azula whispered fiercely.

"Nothing good ever came out of a nation with a ruler. And I don't know who the heir will be, but it'll be his fault no one will know." Zuko gestured toward the door. "Let me remind you that he was the one who decided to kick me out."

"Yeah, but he didn't know he would kick me out too!"

"Oh, whatever," Zuko snapped. He turned to the guard standing to the side, who was pretending not to be listening in on the conversation. "You there. Announce us."

"Yes, Prince Zuko. Fire Lord Ozai, Prince Zuko is here to see you." It was an EXTREMELY LONG time before the door began to open (Prince Zuko suspected his father was playing Mario Kart Wii) and it was an EXTREMELY LONG time before the heavy double doors were open wide enough for one person to squeeze through. But by that time, Azula had fallen asleep picking her toenails and Zuko had had to use the bathroom. Whoops.

I was seriously considering putting the following segment into the story, but i didn't want to get too sidetracked. But just for your enjoyment, I'm putting this here. here it is XD

"Oh, uh…he's going to…cancel the decree," stammered Azula nervously. She flashed him a fake, wide grin, then shuffled past her brother and into the nearest room, which happened to be a dark utility closet.

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DENNIS!" The lights flashed on and ten people's faces were revealed. Then ten pairs of eyebrows seemed to rise up off of them when the crowd realized who had popped in. There was a tense silence. Then one of the people with a ridiculous Sesame Street party hat found his voice.

"Please don't tell Dennis…oh, and don't tell the Fire Lord either." He smiled meekly and passed out. Another guy farted on cue.

Yup, my life sucks.

Disclaimer: I do NOTTTTTT own Sesame Street.

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