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The plum that blossoms in autumn	By : MaiLee Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female Views: 16840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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More than anything in the world Azula couldn’t withstand being second-rate, everything in her life had to be the best. Graduating from the Royal Fire Academy for girls, it was obvious she had been top of the class. She was already a firebending Master – after all the hard work of nurturing her gift. She was the best at political history (although Azula had Mai do her homework). Everything was done so Father would notice her. But it always seemed not enough and he pushed her further, commenting with a frown that “it is excellent for a fire bender but mediocre for a firebending prodigy”.

Ever since their Mother left or died (the Princess didn’t really care), he became distant. When now recalling her childhood, Zula couldn’t deny that their family was once happy. She hated all the picnics and what her mom called ‘fun’ quality time, but her Father’s eyes glowed, he was even kind to Zuko.

Zuko… the banished Prince has been gone for slightly more than two years already. Azula couldn’t tell now for how long she had dreamed of being only heir to the throne, she could barely stand the thought of Zuko – that sissy mommy’s prince of turtleducks – or that pathetic fat little man Iroh being Fire Lord. Her Father and she seemed to be the perfect combination – she thought – the perfect formula of world power.

After the school graduation ceremony, she would become free and available to fulfill her duties as the Princess of the Fire Nation. She couldn’t wait for her first assignment. Maybe she would go overtake cities in the Earth Kingdom or capture water and earth benders and put them into prison. She could even be allowed to kill… she never tried herself on a living creature, but some of the unfortunate trees of the garden had already tasted the bolts her lightning.

And the Princess of the Fire Nation walked to the Grand Throne Room, anticipating Father’s words. She checked her hair, her clothes – everything was in perfect order. She was ready for her mission and his final approval. She passed by the soldiers and threw open the heavy curtains.

Without a moment of hesitation Azula walked forward, mesmerized by the powerful figure behind the wall of orange flame. But as she came closer, Zula realized that there were two figures, instead of one.

- Father… - she spoke, her voice strong despite the surprise.

And she bowed, kneeling before the Fire Lord. After a moment she raised her head to see that Ozai’s guest was none other than Mai. Despite her best attempt at remaining composed, her lips curled into a small ‘o’. Mai was surprised as well, giving a small bow to the Princess.

Azula closed her mouth, narrowing her eyes – glancing between Mai and Father. They weren’t too close to each other, but why in the world was her peer sitting at the upper level?

- Azula, I was just discussing the political dispute over the lands in the Southern Earth Kingdom with your friend. Care to join us? – He gestured his hand to the place on his right, while Azula looked at Mai before nodding. But the girl showed no sign of emotion.

- Sit and have some tea. Mai, could you be so kind? – He spoke softly, turning to Mai on his left. Azula sat down, crossing her legs, ready for discussion. But foreign thoughts were running through her mind.

First of all, her Father had never done anything of such sort. Even during war meetings, the Fire Lord preferred to stay atop the meeting alone – but now a teenage girl sat at his feet, talking politics?! Secondly, she couldn’t recall the last time his voice was so silky. As if he wanted to capture his prey by hypnotizing it, bonding limbs and thought with the soft sound. The third thought was rather a shock, a train-stopping observation Zula made.

When Mai was leaning to pass Azula the cup of green tea, the Princess couldn’t help but notice that her buttons were done wrong. One got loose, the other went into the wrong loop. Even worse than that, she thought she saw a red mark.

Regaining her control over her expression, Azula took the cup and gave her Father a puzzled look.

- As I was talking, in my opinion the best plan is to place the watch towers along the line of our villages…

After some debating, Azula managed to give her Father some advice that he had actually deemed worthy of presenting at a war meeting. He even asked her to come to one, saying she was now old enough to be his right hand. All the while he smiled and told some jokes.

Even though Azula was making a great job concealing the fact, she was absolutely freaked out. The person in that room and Fire Lord Ozai, her Father Ozai, weren’t the same people, though it could be the man from her childhood, Papa Ozai. She was even more shaken at the idea of Mai sleeping with her Father, a girl her age from an honorable family, having intimate realtions with the Fire Lord.

So as soon as they were dismissed, Azula told Mai that she wanted to show her the thing she talked about some time ago and basically dragged the girl out of the room. After they walked some distance from the Throne Room, Mai jerked her hand out of the Princess’ hold:

- I can follow you myself, Azula. It’s not as if I will run away. – And she folded her hands on her chest.

- Of course you wouldn’t dare, but I want to speak to you in private. Now follow me! – And she hurried into her room which was just around the corner.

Mai has been in the Princess’ room many times, but each one she couldn’t help but be taken aback by how faceless it seemed. There were no toys, books. The bed was always made by the servants, clothes neatly folded inside the wooden chest, and there wasn’t any jewelry, except for the Royal hairpiece that rested near the bed at night. In fact, the room seemed sterile and if a stranger was to peer inside, he would take it for one of the many guest rooms. The only decoration was the large tapestry, a flaming tulip of intensive red color on a black background – it was hanging on the wall opposing the bed. Mai wondered for a second just how many times Azula fell asleep thinking of the Fire Nation, though not as much about the nation, as about the ego that fueled her blue fire.

- Are you sleeping with my Father? – asked Zula, slamming the door shut and locking it behind her. Mai turned and looked at the younger girl. – Well answer me, whore!

- Don’t call me that! – Mai’s eyes flashed with anger, her hands instinctively reached for the stiletto in her sleeve. – I haven’t slept with him, Azula.

- So you’re just teasing him, huh? – Mai couldn’t really understand what got to her Princess: the complete demoralization of her closest ally or the fact that she was the one getting his royal attention. – Showed off the power your body may have over him and didn’t let the Fire Lord take you?

- You don’t know what you’re talking about… - but the girl was interrupted, as Zula pulled hard at her shirt. The buttons flew off, revealing Mai’s neck and upper chest – covered in red marks from bites and kisses.

- I think I know exactly what I’m talking about, - she smirked at her peer, a demonic look in her eye, while Mai tried to close herself. – Daddy has been missing Mother, I suppose. Maybe he chose you because Zuko likes you? That would be hilarious!

- This is not the issue, its fair trade: my family gets the career ladder, while he gets me, – she used her belt to tie the shirt, but the folds kept falling open, revealing the black breast bonds. – Now, maybe you could help me find a decent shirt, Azula?

Azula pouted her lips, looking at Mai. The girl was older and taller than herself, she had a beautiful pale face and slender body. No wonder Father liked her, her dear brother Zuzu used to be all over Mai. What was wrong with her? She was after all a Princess, while everyone else was nothing more than dust at her feet. How come even Ty Lee – the pink aura chicken that she was - could barely handle all the boys’ attention.

- So why does he want you? – She came to her chest and retrieved a shirt that was going to be thrown away in any case and passed it to Mai. – Did he decide to switch to young maidens or he just takes some perverse pleasure in fucking his sons ‘love’?

Mai winced at the mention of Zuko. She took off her torn shirt and pulled on the Princess’:

- Thank you, Princess Azula. But no, I’m not sure why he wants me, - she looked up at the girl. – All I can say is that I must admit, it’s hard to be in that room. As if he keeps me in constant fear, in constant hesitation.

- Fear, you say… - and Azula walked towards the taller girl. She looked at the marks that were visible from her angle. – But he does seem to listen to you. That’s good, that’s very good.

She looked up at the pale girl, as she buttoned up the shirt, and she proceeded to take out the concealed weapons out of the torn one.

- Weapons, amazing aren’t they, Mai? – The Princess spoke with a hint of amusement, eyeing the girl’s movements. She watched Mai slow down and lower her hands. – I think it’s a shame not to use the ones you have. Especially if a weapon needs any… care.

- What do you propose, Azula? – The girl turned to face the daughter of the Fire Lord. Their eyes met in a battle of their own.

- Oh, nothing really. Just make my Daddy think I’m ready for more than a simple war meeting. Persuade him somehow, show him your bare breasts, or your ass. I’ll pay well, - she smirked, her eyes narrowing and the white grin becoming wider.

- What will I get instead? – the tall girl replied, her chest rising and falling quickly. She couldn’t believe how low she’s fallen. But once on this path, she could do nothing. It all turned into a chain, if you pull onto one link, all the others are apt to follow.

- I’m sure a diplomat would love to do some actual diplomatic work abroad. Too bad all the conquered cities are already full of Fire Nation people, - she shook her head making a sad face, although her eyes still gleamed with cunning.

- And I need your help for… - Mai turned around, playing a blade in her hand. She couldn’t even dream of attacking the Fire Nation’s Princess. But she wanted to show Zula that she wasn’t the only one who could play games.

- If we manage to take over a new city in the Earth Kingdom, your Father could become a Governor. But the warriors are so useless, especially if commanded by potheads, who only bear their military titles. They have long ago lost their grip. You could push this idea to my Father. If heard from me, it will be taken as another attempt to take rule over the military. Too bad Daddy knows me so well.

- You get your warfront ticket, my family gets a city. But what city, Azula? Some ‘Tim’ town in the middle of nowhere? – A bitter smile appeared in the corners of her mouth. She turned around and carefully folded the shirt, in case her servant could mend it. – My Mother is pregnant. We will need more than a stupid village, with a miserable…

- Omashu.

Mai swiftly turned around to see her friend’s face, but the Princess wasn’t lying. Could she be possibly telling the truth? Omashu had always been a pillar in the strength of the Earth Kingdom’s people. A city impossible to capture, a power worth taking with much consideration

- Don’t believe me, Mai? I expected that, but I foresee the city’s downfall. They will surrender in a matter of minutes. Just think about it, - and she walked towards the door, unlocking it. When Mai was passing her by, Zula took hold of her wrist, - And… in case he finally gets down to taking you, I want to be the first to know. That is my order!

Mai narrowed her eyes, teeth clenched. But being nothing more than a servant in this house, she bowed. Zula cackled letting her go.

- Just think about the possibilities. Your family moves away, while you’ll free from… ah, visiting the Palace. If that word’s appropriate.

The shirt was ruined. The maid tried her best to mend it carefully, but it was no use. Just in case it was the servants fault and because she was in a terrible mood, Mai scolded the girl. Deep inside, she hoped that would take some tension off. Unfortunately it didn’t work the least bit. She couldn’t help but think hard about the deal that came up.

Moving away was a nice option. Her Father’s advancement to become a governor would have been even better. Just getting out of the routine would be a present.

And the girl looked out of her window. The autumn had already begun to fade; the nature seemed to be getting ready for winter. The sky was draped with gray clouds and the wind was furious and cold; its strong blows were attacking the remaining leaves that hung from the plum tree in their garden.

Her parents left for their friends’ house for that evening. Fathers would as usual discuss the latest news from the warfront and women would talk about the upcoming child of the family. Mai frowned thinking of a possible brother or sister. Her parents wished they’ve conceived a boy, a heir that would take care of them when they’re old, as if she hadn’t been taking care all the while. Could’ve they even remembered to thank her for their promotion? Have they ever considered her input into the family’s business?

She sat at the windowsill, looking out at how the naked branches bent at the wind’s strong pull. How dark and moody the skies seemed. But it was nothing compared to her thoughts that were as dark as night. At this moment she felt just the way Azula called her: a weapon, a whore. She was used by others to get what they wanted, but she got nothing more than food, shelter, clothes and servants for selling her body. Although she hadn’t sold it yet, well, not everything.

- Your diner, Miss Mai, - the servant knocked at the door and at her voice, the girl she told off previously, came in. A large tray lay in her hands. She bowed and cautiously came up to the table, laying the plates, careful not to anger her Mistress.

- Close the door when you leave, - told Mai, sitting down. The cook had made fish and rice for her, as well as some umeboshi (Author’s note: a sour, pickled plum, eaten with cooked rice – typical Japanese food). She looked at the ume fruit and couldn’t help but remember a stupid childhood fantasy. She squeezed her eyes shut, biting hard at the lip, as if willing the memory she imagined away.

But letting it go was harder than making up the silly dream…. The warm spring day, and the cool shadow the plum gave them. She could see the gentle breeze of the wind tangling her robes and feel his strong arms encircling her body, as if protecting from all the bad in the world. His eyelids fluttered and closed, just a second before his lips covered hers. And the sweet scent of the blossom made their heads swim.

“Stop it.” She made herself open her eyes. There was no chance she could have finished her dinner tonight. So the teenager stood up and walked out into their garden. A servant tried to give her Mistress a coat, but the girl just waved her hand, her face as cold as stone. The girl lowered her head and backed away.

The weather had gotten worse by now: the wind was tugging at her clothes and hair, tangling them in a mess. She took out the blades and threw them at the tree. The wind was strong, but her hand technique had gotten better. Not a single one of them missed the target. She just continued to take them out and throw at the plum, one after the other. When the last weapon was thrown, she collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily. A sob was building up inside, the heat in her heart was too much to handle. But she couldn’t pull the shirt open, nor scream out her anguish.

She remembered every second spent in that room, but at the same time at particular moments her mind seemed to turn off at its own accord. She knew it was wrong and she doubted he didn’t. Whenever Ozai was alone with her in his throne room, the wall of fire would rise. He would make sure the guards watched the door. It was a real surprise Azula came by today.

Could Ozai have planned their small tea party? It seemed that he had left those marks on purpose. He started off with a discussion over a cup of tea, and then proceeded to molest her in his usual way. But then suddenly Ozai pushed the girl to the ground. Mai didn’t expect that and the fall knocked the wind out of her. He lowered himself and lay on top of her slender body. She shivered, waves of shock running through her.

- Why are you so scared, my Mai? – He bent down and bit her earlobe with his teeth, then pulled at it. – I won’t hurt you. Quite on the contrary, I want you to enjoy it, as much as I will.

- Why are you doing this? – She breathed out, when he licked at her sensitive spot just at the base of the jaw. As bad as she tried, the girl couldn’t help but feel the waves of fear being suppressed by waves of pleasure. It seemed that as she grew and learned new things about her body, feelings for Ozai had changed. Not much, but her breathing became heavier, a shudder ran through like a bolt of lightning whenever he was around or someone spoke his name.

- Because you are mine and I can do whatever I wish.

He bit at the fabric covering the thin skin of her neck, and then kissed her, crushing her lips under his own. She moaned, feeling how his tongue slithered into the moist softness of her mouth. And, speaking of moisture, she felt that the bonds on her lower body had become wet.

Immediately she felt guilty and embarrassed, feeling her arousal hitting her whole body. It seemed so wrong: she understood that it was common for older men to have young concubines, but she was just his daughter’s servant. She was a deal, sealed in private.

- I feel that you enjoy it greatly, - he breathed out, before returning his attention to her mouth. After a minute of lustful kisses, his right hand slid to her throat, massaging the tense muscles and then sliding to the buttons of her blouse. One, then the second….

The teenager was too dazzled by the pleasure rippling through her body to clearly understand what exactly had happened to her. She could only feel how he squeezed her breasts softly, but as the kisses became demanding and deep, his hands pulled stronger at her soft flesh. She screamed out, when he moved swiftly from the mouth to her neck and bit it so hard, scarlet blood trickled down to her spine.

- It hurts! – He noted how her eyes had lit up, her voice hoarse and pupils dilated. A thought occurred to his mind: that today just might be the right one to break the wrap on his present. – I’m bleeding, damn it!

- That’s just what I was aiming at. I want to see you fight me. I want to feel your anger, - he bit down at the wound he left. The pleasure changed to sudden stabbing pain. The girl screamed and tried to hit him in the head. But he was faster and the Fire Lord grabbed her by the wrist, disabling Mai to lunge for the blade, hidden in the sleeve.

- Get off of me! – She took another razor from the second sleeve and was quick enough to put it to his throat. Their breaths were coming short and fast. He froze, looking her in the eye:

- Or what? You will kill me? – He pressed his flesh closer, harder to the razor’s edge. Mai’s eyes widened and she involuntarily tried to loosen the contact, afraid of actually hurting him. Frankly, there had been no plan, her only wish was to be left alone. And Ozai saw it in her eyes.

- I will hurt you. So get off of me, - she tried to keep her voice strong and unshaken, but the nerves could barely keep up. And when he knelt to her pale chest, all the girl could do was breathe out, - now….

But the kisses were soft; the sensations of their skin touching was blinding. It seemed as if he knew each inch of her body and soon she could barely hold on to reality, incoherent sounds coming out of her mouth.

- Sss…sh. No. Please, Fire Lord Ozaaaa…. – her back arched when he put his warm palm onto the tight roundness of her breast, and the other onto her slender hip; his lips were still caressing her chest. The sound of a blade falling to the ground broke the silence, interrupted by the muffled sounds of her moans and their heavy breathing. His hair fell down, cascading in a cool mess, tickling all the right spots. – Nhhh…. Please!

- Please, what? – His hand reached for the edge of the cloth, hiding her breast.

- Please, I need… I need.

But at the moment, when Mai was about to break down, Ozai pulled her up into a sitting position and ordered to button up her shirt. She saw a figure behind the flames and too afraid of being found this way, tried her best to clear up the appearance of her disheveled clothes.

She thought the Fire Lord would be furious with the person who interrupted their… intercourse. But he was smiling and seemed quite happy. For a moment she wondered whether the only thing he planned to do was make her want him and leave her be.

“What a bastard.”

That was the last thought in her mind, as the flames eased their intensity and revealed a surprised face of Ozai’s daughter, her royal highness, Princess Azula of the Fire Nation.

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