Ooh… okay. See, the thing is, I know Azula and Tetsuki meet at least once (before the “epilogue arc” of politics, imprisonments, and executions.) But I haven’t yet figured out when exactly or how often so this is not firmly canon for Iron Will.
However, because you brought it up, I do quite like the idea of Azula and Tetsuki meeting frequently enough for them to form not entirely negative opinions of each other.
Thanks for the prompt, generic-name-goes-here, I hope you like it! ( ˘ ³˘)♥
You shake off the hypnotism.
No, it doesn’t even touch you, like water against a turtle duck’s shell.
The Dai Li are caught off guard.
They’ve taken your friends and they’ve taken your knives–you’re desperate and have nothing to lose. Teeth and nails; unerring, vicious accuracy and a frenetic, unpredictable rhythm.
For a single, optimistic second you think you might be able to win.
But you are underground and they are earth benders.
(Your tactics are designed to be used against Fire Nation soldiers, in the comfortable setting of forests, not caves.)
They bring you to the Fire Princess, force you to kneel, blood still dripping down your chin. You bare your teeth, streaked with red, and refuse to speak.
“What a waste,” she says with a surprising amount of sincerity, as if honestly bemoaning the fact that this near feral teenager won’t pledge fealty to her.
She’s about a decade too late for that.
Frankly, you’re not on the same level as the others.
Your struggles were smaller scale–single towns and individual murders–nothing so far reaching as royalty or the balance of nations. The fate of this world does not rest on your shoulders.
And yet, that’s why you get involved: it shouldn’t have to rest on any one person’s shoulders.
You’ve never killed a king before, but you’re more than ready to step up if the Avatar can’t do it.
Instead, on the day of black sun, you find yourself facing the Fire Princess once more.
Jet’s hook swords are still a little clumsy in your hands, a mediocre showing of his signature weapons, but you think he wouldn’t mind too much when you’re trying to kill Fire Nation scum with them.
“Didn’t I kill you?” the Fire Princess asks, ducking under a swing, almost conversational.
Getting struck by lightning isn’t exactly on your list of experiences to repeat–the most painful thing your body has been through, like your blood boiling from the inside–but you didn’t die from it.
(Actually–not that you’ll ever tell anyone–you were able to walk away after a few minutes, not a single burn or scar to show for it.)
“That little zap?” you sneer back, and you think it must be the swords’ influence because you were never one for repartee like this, “You’ll have to try harder than that.”
Weirdly enough, the Fire Princess smiles.
You don’t see her again until After, when she is but a shadow of her former self.
There is no life for her here–or anywhere, really. Compassion’s not really your thing, but you never believed in drawing out a death.
“I can make it quick. Clean and quiet,” you offer, unnerved at yourself. Not about the actual offer, but the recipient.
The guards have no idea what you are talking about.
Her head tilts. A spark of something showing through her eyes, “Make it loud. Make it bright. Make it messy.”
Despite the restraints, she is commanding, she is regal. You wonder what your life would be like if you had met her much earlier.
“I want to go out with a bang.”
A/N: I only now realize how this could be interpreted as Tetsuki x Azula. I mean, that’s not what I intended, but if you want to see it that way feel free to do so?
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