AN: Ummm...yeah. This was originally going to be a multi-chapter fic about what Azula would do if she got pregnant, but I got more inspired to write something more abstract, up to the reader's interpretation.

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Title: Forever a Puppet

She couldn't tell anymore where the tears stopped and the vomit began. Only a horrid mixture of both lay spreading on the carpet-the finest carpet in the entire fire nation- beside her bed.

Where had she gone wrong? She learned long ago that fate was only a small part of what happened in one's life. Every success she had she had earned- trained, prepared, and struck-like a tiger, waiting for the opportune moment. And she was far from done. They day of the black sun was approaching fast, and it was up to her to protect her father from the avatar.

How could she face him? His smile and his righteous strength- she had destroyed the part of it that had lived inside her.

She remembered seeing her face in the mirror and clawed a hand around her stomach. She had never felt so empty.

She thought she had been destroying weakness. But now she was the embodiment of weakness, the mess she was in now.

Inexplicably, images of what could have been the future flashed into her mind, tiny fingers, laughter and crying, and him, standing by her, in the world together, joined by the bundle in her arms.

How could she go on with this emptiness inside?

She saw in the corner of her eye a reflection of somebody familiar in the mirror. She almost screamed.

"Mother!"

"Why are you crying?" she said softly, and Azula knew it wasn't real, or was it?

"Shut up! What do you know?" Her mother walked up towards her, thought she refused to look at her.

"Do you regret your actions?" It was a simple question, with no bias either way. Azula thought about it. Yes, she wished she could have done things differently, but what other choice did she have?

"I didn't have any other choice," more tears started to stream for her eyes.

"Why not?" her mother's stoic expression creeped her out.

"Because…the war…father…he would…he would…"

"He would what?"

More tears poured from her eyes. Silence, except for gasps for air.

"You're father's approval was more important than your own?"

She clawed the carpet, nodding her head in shame.

"Azula," her mother purred in that motherly tone she secretly loved. "It's your life. You make the decisions."

Who's life had she been living? Hers or her father's?

For the second time she questioned her own strength. Had she been living as a puppet, with someone else pulling the strings?

"Mother…" she whispered. Her mother, however real, was again lecturing her, advising her, making her question herself, and she hated, despised it. "Leave me alone…and don't ever come back."

Another action she regretted as she said it, as her mother disappeared into thin air. She didn't want to question. She didn't want to feel pain.

Forever the fire princess.

Forever a puppet.

AN: did i go too emo? I'm kinda worried 'cause I usually do humor.

omg i juz red MY Imotalz iz lek the wrst story EVA i wanna go 2 slep in mah cofin now oh an if u a prep then fuk offffff!

reviews welcome ;)