Set My Heart On Fire (UPDATED AND CONTINUING!)

12. Crumpled Up and Thrown Away

A/N: Get ready for fanservice, and KATAANG DEMOLITION!! Enjoy :)

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The fair-skinned, amber eyed gentleman rose his look from his work, setting down his pen. Mr. Ozai met his younger self’s eyes from across room, the familiar teen still looming in the hallway. His brows furrowed in displeasure.

 

“So,” Ozai began, looking down at his stack of papers at his desk again and scribbling with his pen. “You finally show up.” From the looks to the attitude, anyone could tell Zuko was Ozai’s son. However, although Zuko had his moments of softness, he was convinced his father was as hard as a boulder all the way to the his core.

 

“I should say the same to you.” Zuko retorted. Ozai smirked.

 

“Well we all know how much you miss my company, Zuko.” Ozai said, although it sounded like one hundred percent mockery. The sound of his own name from his father’s mouth made Zuko cringe internally, it sounded more like a curse. A darker Zuko rised up once again, his frown heavy, his eyes fiery. He saw no point in continuing such an empty conversation and began to walk away.

 

“Zuko.” Ozai said stringently. Zuko unwantedly halted then turned towards his father once again.

 

“Men...don’t wear bracelets.” Ozai said while eyeing Zuko’s wrist. Zuko’s eyes widened as he looked down at his hand. He always took off his mother’s bracelet before he ever saw his father, but he forgot. Ozai practically erased his former wife’s existence within the family, and seeing the bracelet would only result in having it confiscated.

 

However, Ozai merely gave Zuko a hard look before continuing his work. Zuko was taken aback at his father’s lack of action, but relieved as well as he fled the scene. His fingers grasped the string bracelet tightly with a angered look as he made his way to his room. As Zuko ascended the grand deep black staircase, he looked up for any sign of the Wicked Witch of the West. However, Azula was no where to be found. Zuko finally made it to his room door when a horrific voice sounded from across the hall.

 

“Zuu Zuuuu!” a female voice called. Zuko quickly tried to open the door and escape but she appeared in front of him almost instantly. Her blood-red painted fingertips slammed against his door, like a bully on a wimpy nerd’s locker at school. Only Zuko wasn’t afraid, just annoyed. The young man glared at his younger sister.

 

“You’re not even gonna say hello to me?” Azula asked. Zuko tightened his glare. “You’ve been gone so much lately, and so has dad. Don’t you think I’d feel a little lonely?” Azula said in a semi-sarcastic tone while pouting her red tinted lips.

 

“That’s just how you like it, Azula.” Zuko responded harshly. Azula’s pouty lips then stretched into a snarky smile.

 

“True. But it still hurts.” Azula continued. Zuko rolled his eyes before tugging the door open to leave.