Too Close

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"You got fathers message right?" Azula walked up to her brother as he was waiting for Katara outside to take her down town. 

"Yep," he lit a cigarette.

  "You sound like your not coming," she crossed her arms frowning.

  "Bingo," Zuko nodded inhaling. 

"Don't be a baby Zuzu, just come to the meeting, or are you scared of attending now?" Azula leaned against the wall rolling her eyes, Zuko looked at her flatly. 

And blew smoke in her face. 

"I don't like wasting my time," he told her simply. 

"you think he's not going to keep texting and calling you?" She scoffed waving the smoke out of her face. 

"I don't care, lets see how far he'll go, I'm curious at this point," Zuko shrugged a little as he flicked the end of his cigarette off. 

"Just come for a little, it's not a big deal, and do wear something other than that, a nice shirt would do," azula rolled her eyes again at him as she saw Katara walking over. 

"You don't need to make dad embarrassed if you wore that," she looked him up and down as Zuko glared at her. 

"I'm not promising anything," Zuko frowned.

"Do tell dad that I hope I didn't disappoint him for not showing up,"

"Don't be petty, your so sensitive," she waved him off turning her back.

"Everything okay out here?" Katara walked next to Zuko as she had the leather jacket on. 

"Fine," Azula smiled.

"I'll see you at dinner tonight Zuzu," she hummed walking away as Zuko threw the cigarette on the ground and crushed it. 

"What was that?" Katara asked, it was never good when Azula and Zuko were together. 

"My father wants me to come over tonight, it's not a big deal," Zuko shrugged as they walked to the motorcycle.

"I thought you didn't talk to your dad?" Katara made a face.

"I don't, he found my number somehow and already knows where I live," Zuko told her as she didn't seem so sure about that.

"Is that okay?" She asked uneasy.

"No, probably going to change my number tomorrow anyways," he shrugged it off. 

"Why won't you talk to your dad? I wish I could talk to mine but he's over seas," Katara said gently and Zuko shook his head. 

"My dads not a good person, he's done some bad things," Zuko sighed.

  "Would you ever try forgiving him?" She asked with a soft smile.

"I wouldn't even give him the chance," he snorted.

"But why? He's your father," Katara almost pleaded but Zuko stopped with a heavy sigh.

"I don't think men who hit children deserve forgiveness," he said in a calm voice looking at her unamused. 

"O-oh, Sorry," Katara turned red and followed behind him now.

"It's fine, you don't know stuff like that, it's just a reason I'm living with uncle," Zuko looked behind him seeing her feeling guilty. 

"What about Azula?" Katara gasped remembering she lived with the man.

"Only yelled at her a few times but hasn't hit her, says she's a prodigy, said that she was born lucky, and I was lucky to be born," Zuko explained simply as he walked slower to be next to her again.