A peek into Azula's raging thoughts during the finale, right after Katara beats her and goes to heal Zuko. Kinda scared even me, while I was writing it. Insanity isn't what people make it out to be- it's worse.
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What... what was she doing?
That Water wench... was she... her hands... were they...?
A scream erupted in her mind, emanating from her mouth as hitching breaths of fire; the chains seemed to cackle behind her as they held fast, strong and true... how insolent! Binding her even when she demanded for release! She'd have them... thrown in prison- yes, yes, that was it- for their disobedience!
She would have laughed in triumph, determining her captor's fate- but her gaze was suddenly stolen by the scene thrust in front of her face...
The stupid girl was kneeling down, expression distraught, reaching out- for him!
No, no, no! How dare she?! How dare she touch him??
The Waterbender's hands glowed a soft blue, shimmering and pristine, and it looked all too much like her pretty lightning, her sparkly flames dancing around Zuzu in his dirty peasant robes, a mockery of his regal red attire when he was on her side, while she watched the pain etch on his face, barely hidden by a determined frown...
What in Agni's name was she doing? Didn't she know she couldn't do that? She couldn't! Azula forbids it!
No one else touches Zuzu... he was hers! Hers, hers, hers! Her brother, her plaything, only hers to touch!
See? Look what happened to Mai! She went as far as to collide her cold, dull lips to his- she kissed him- and what happened to her? She was thrown into prison, where she was going to rot, forever and ever and ever!
No. No one touches Zuzu but her...
'Get away from him!' She roars, her voice reduced to spitting embers and ungraceful grunts. 'He's mine! Mine!'
Now... no, no! What had she done!
Zuzu's opening his... those eyes like mines of gold, brighter than hers would ever be, and... no! He's standing up!
He's alive! No, this simply cannot be! She orders... she orders him to die! Yes, yes! This is the only way he can die... by her hand, her perfect hand... there shouldn't be any other way!
He's on his feet now, and Zuzu catches her glare and... what was that? He's... sad? He has always been a crybaby, a foolish little mama's boy... moping around, waiting for his destiny... waiting for her, for her to save him from his pitiful existence... to pull him up and push him down so he can get up again... didn't he understand?
He's nothing without her, because he's hers, hers, hers!
The witch has her palm on Zuzu's arm, and he bows his head, and they turn from her, and they're walking away- how disrespectful! No one walks away from Azula... she'll have him whipped, and she'll have her head severed from her spine and mounted on the gates of the palace!
Wait... why, why is she still touching him? Didn't she hear her? No one touches him but her! No one, and no, no, this can't be happening, this can't be happening...
She shrieks, and sees his broad shoulders visibly wince, and she falls on her back and fights against the irritating metal clangs, blazing azure howls from her lips... no, no, he can't do that! Once she unties herself she was going to give him a piece of her mind...
'Zuzu!' She calls for him, but he's not coming... why wasn't he coming?
Didn't he know he was hers?
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