In Their Eyes (Azula x BNHA)

Chapter 3: Azula

Azula Pov:

Azula's first instinct was disgust when the loud, obnoxious voice pierced her senses. "My fabulous niece is here!" The shout rang in her sensitive ears, and she wanted nothing more than to silence the irritating noise.

Instinctively, she attempted to respond with sharp, biting words as she always had before—cutting anyone down who dared to annoy her. But instead of words, all that came out was a pitiful cry.

The frustration welled up within her immediately. She tried to steady herself, attempted to regain the composure she once wielded so effortlessly. Yet everything felt wrong—her body was small, fragile, and weak. Why can't I move properly? Her fists, clenched in fury, barely made any impact against the person holding her. She attempted to lash out, to strike at the one who dared cradle her like a helpless infant, but her arms were laughably short, her muscles uncoordinated. Her vision was blurry, and she squinted in confusion, trying to focus on her surroundings. Her vision was blurry. Impossible, she had perfect vision, unless...

The realization hit her like a wave of cold water.

No... it can't be. NO! The horror of her situation settled into her chest, deepening her cries as she screamed in frustration, not just at the noise but at the prison her own body had become. She was utterly powerless—unable to speak, to control her movements, to be herself. Everything about this felt like a cruel joke.

Azula can almost see the dragon looking down at her with a smug look at her situation. Is this how she redeemed her life by becoming a young brat again?

Her cries grew louder, more desperate. How could this happen to me? I am Azula! I am the heir to the Fire Nation throne, not some helpless, mewling infant! But no one around her understood. To them, she was just a newborn, their little girl. They couldn't see the storm of rage, fear, and confusion that raged inside her.

Suddenly, a strange sensation rippled through her—a coolness, a calming presence that contrasted with her fiery turmoil. Azula's cries faltered for a moment as she stared in fear and amazement at the figure above her. It must be her new mother or, at least the woman who claimed that role in this new life. The woman's white hair glowed under the dim hospital lights, as pure and cold as snow from the North Pole.

But what truly unnerved Azula were the woman's eyes. Or rather, the lack of them. Her mother had no pupils, no irises—just blank, milky orbs staring down at her. The sight sent a chill through her small body. Azula blinked in confusion, her infant mind trying to process this eerie vision.

Who...what are you? The part of her that remembered her old life told her to be cautious, that nobody could be trusted—not even her own parents. But another part of her, this new and strange part, was fascinated.

Azula's tiny body trembled with a mixture of fear and curiosity.

For the first time, Azula felt something foreign in her chest: a flicker of vulnerability. And she hated it. Yet as she gazed at the woman with blank eyes, she couldn't help but feel a small, unsettling twinge of connection.

Then, she flinched as the idiotic woman was lowering her head as she placed a kiss on her forehead. Azula scrunched her nose at the loving display but became motionless when she heard the woman call her name.

New POV

Bushida Sue gave birth to her daughter on a Monday at 1:43 a.m. during a blue moon in Mustafu, Japan. Fortunately for the mother, it was an easy birth. She tensed her shoulders when she heard her brother-in-law cheering enthusiastically and calling several of his interns to get here for reasons now unknown for the birth of his niece outside of her hospital room.