The fire war renaissance

Chapter 62: Agreement of History

Yeah I know you guys are just about ready to kill me. All I can honestly say in my defense is that I'm an extremely busy 17-year-old.

Moving on, though, there's some serious stuff going on here, on a whole lot of ends getting tied up, so pay attention!

Disclaimer: yeah, another one of these things….

Chapter Sixty-Two: Agreement of History

"You're never going to say it, are you?" Tin Ri still begged to know. Azula had been there silent for the longest time. Simply standing and looking at her own reflection. The tension in her eyes was too evident for Tin Ri's liking and he reached out for her, knowing at the least that she'd swat his hand away. But instead, she took hold of his wrist, keeping him at bay but still giving him the slightest means of contact.

He smirked. She was calculating one, that Azula, even still when put on the spot emotionally.

"Going to say what?"

"That you love me…or at least the real reason why you can't love me?"

She finally looked up at him, squeezing his wrist more for pain than any kind of reassurance.

"You already know, Tin Ri, don't play dumb with me!" She shouted, squeezing his wrist even more but not feeling the least bit satisfied with his small hisses of pain.

She wanted to hurt him, to call fire up from every corner of the earth and burn that smug look of his face. He knew exactly what he was doing to her, the hugging and the looks, kissing her….telling her he loved her. He knew exactly what it was doing to her and she wanted him to suffer.

So why was it that she was suffering instead?

It was times like this when Azula felt like she actually needed her conscience or someone to talk to at the least. But her other self was on the opposite side of the lake, simply watching her make a fool of herself.

"Azula….." Tin Ri sighed, looking down at the vice grip Azula had on his wrist and clasping his free hand over hers. It was calm and soothing over hers, which was shaky and clammy. Her lips parted and let out a defeated sigh of her own, refusing to look at him at that point.

Letting go of Tin Ri in one swift movement, Azula turned so her back faced him, shoulders falling in shame.

"You should go." She told him softly.

"No," He told her back, taking small steps towards her.

"I'm never going to be able to give you what you want!" She shouted, though, this time, she didn't sound angry. It was pain echoing through her tone, the cracking of those walls she put around herself finally coming down over her in a landslide that broke all her bones down to dust. She literally had nothing left of herself by accepting her love for him.

All of her power, and control over people was gone. And now, Tin Ri was in charge, because even as he took such small strides towards her, Azula could feel her heart thumping and her knees growing weak.