Blood Ties | By : logicalfallacy Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Het - Male/Female > Azula/Zuko Views: 15742 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Blood Bonds
Little sisters always lie. AU Zuko/Azula.
Only in flame and sulfur could a child of Agni be at peace. The wild, burning fire that was dangerous and terrifying to the people of Earth, Water, and Air, sung a song only decipherable to those born and bred of it. Its whispers comforted its chosen, and it was to the flame that the fire nation's Royal Heir and prince sought solace.
Zuko sat, cross legged, on the gold-fringed maroon cushion. In front of him was a small, thin bench, about 4 feet long and less then one foot wide, made of mahogany. On the bench sat six maroon candles, 10 inches tall and half an inch in diameter, their flames flickering in a silent lullaby. The prince was breathing evenly, through the nose then out the mouth, remembering.
"You'll never catch up."
She had said that to him, once, years before, when they were both on equal ground. Azula, the prodigy, the pride of Ozai, didn’t say it anymore, she didn’t need to. One year younger, she was already beginning to learn the art of lightning bending with new masters, the old twins Kana and Lirea.
The three were in one of the many rooms unused by the Fire Nation's ruling family. As large as a typical Earth Kingdom hut, it was almost barren, save for the wall-sized hangings of the fire nation's symbol and a thick curtain which let only minimal light in. The old women stared at the young girl who stood in front position-feet together, left fist in right hand-with her eyes closed. Her breath was even, in for four counts through the nose, then out for four through her mouth. It was unknown how long she had been standing like that, but unlike what the rest of the world thought, fire benders could be patient, when they wished.
She opened her eyes, the golden orbs flashing almost defiantly, now she was ready. One twin, Kana, gave a small nod. The thirteen year old raised her right hand across her body with her index and middle finger extended, then stepped out into horse stance as she swept it down in front of her, a thin line of lightning in it's wake. Continuing the motion to move her arm in a circle, she stepped out with her right foot, arcing the lightning and sending it loose to fly in front of her, dissipating into the air. With her left hand in the same fatal-finger position as the right, she drew it straight across her body, air crackling behind it, then whipped it straight. This time, instead of lightning, there was a small burst of fire, and the princess fell onto the ground.
"What went wrong?" She demanded, leaping back into her feet. Her hair stood slightly on end from the left-over static, and angrily she smoothed it down, waiting for an answer.
"You did not concentrate hard enough, Princess Azula." Kana said, as calm and passive as her sister.
"You must remember to separate both positive and negative chi completely before releasing them, if you wish to bend lightning." Lirea added. "If you need us too, we can explain how to do that once again."
From the doorway, eyes identical to Azula's widened. This is what Zuko had hoped for. Though he had been trying, in secret, to bend lightning, all he could manage were small explosions. But he was sure that if he could just hear how it was done, he could do it. ~Come on Azula, say yes, have her tell you...~
"No, I can do it."
~Damn~ His hands tingled as fire rose, unbidden, to his fingertips. Quelling it, he trained his eyes on Azula, trying to memorize every move her elegant body made. Absorbed as he was in imprinting the images into his mind, he didn’t notice the older man behind him until a gnarled, slightly pudgy hand rested on the maroon fabric covering his shoulder. Zuko jumped up and around, landing in a fighting stance to face the one who had caught him. A thousand half-fried excuses raced through his mind until he recognized the other man.
"Uncle." He relaxed his stance and bowed. The rotund general returned the gesture.
"You know you should not be watching your sister train." Iroh's eyes were stern, but his lips hinted at a smile. Nevertheless, Zuko felt the need to defend himself.
"I wasn’t watching, I was just..." His hushed voice trailed off as he tried to think of a plausible excuse. He reached back to scratch his head, and his elbow hit the door, causing it to creak and shut. The prince's eyes widened, and a moment later the door flew open. One of the twins -neither Iroh or Zuko could tell which- loomed in the doorway. The princess stood behind her, a smirk lighting her face.
"What is the young prince and his uncle doing outside Azula's training room?" The old crone's gaze pinned Zuko.
"My nephew was just taking a walk with me before we retied to my chambers for dinner ." Iroh's voice was calm, and had no effect on the old woman. Nevertheless, she could hardly argue with a member of the royal family, let alone the former general and man who should be fire lord. With a final glare at Zuko, the ancient women pivoted on her heel and walked back to her seat. Azula lingered at the door, smiling sweetly at Zuko.
"Brother, when you're done having dinner with Uncle Iroh, will you join me for tea in my room?"
"No way!" Zuko blurted, then winced. At fourteen the future ruler of the fire nation should not let his emotions get the best of him. To make up for the outburst, he drew himself up to his full height and stared down at Azula. "I have things I need to do."
"Zuko." Iroh's face grew stern as he looked at the boy. "Whatever you have to do is not more important then spending time with your sibling." He turned to Azula, "Zuko would be honored to join you, Princess Azula, when he is done having dinner with me. Isn't that right, Prince Zuko?"
Zuko glared at the ground and grunted. Azula's smile widened, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
"Excellent, brother, I'll see you then." She turned on her heel and strode back to her teachers.
"Uncle! Why did you do that?" Zuko demanded. The two males had turned several corners before Zuko felt it was safe to talk again. His eyes were locked on Iroh's as he waited impatiently for an answer.
"Think, Zuko, it would be an insult to your sister if you had refused." Iroh stated calmly, "You are no longer a child; you cannot turn down an invitation like that without provoking my brother's wrath."
Zuko bowed, a bit stiffly, grudgingly accepting the old man's logic. He began to walk towards his chambers, and only the wave of his hand acknowledged his uncle's reminder that he was still to join Iroh for dinner.
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The hamstertoad's thin brown fur and dark green skin offered no protection as the Fire Princess pressed a single nail, the smallest one on her right hand, into its back. The small spurt of warm crimson blood was accompanied by a high pitched squeal. When this small admission of pain brought her no amusement, she entered its stomach with her thumb and then again with the nail of her middle finger. When this still brought her no amusement, the animal found relief in the blue flames that consumed its body. These things just weren’t as amusing without Mei. Dropping the blackened corpse, Azula held her hand up to the glass ceiling, studying the effects of the sunlight on the blood that lightly covered her hand. The fifteen year old smirked, remembering that day, when she assured her place as leader of the fire nation, regardless if her idiot brother was the figure head.
Narrowing her eyes, Azula watched Iroh and Zuko walk down the hallway. She turned to her tutors and signaled that she was done for the day. Though her superiors in bending, the twins knew their place with the Fire Lord's favorite when she was pensive. Bowing, Kana and Lirea made their exit, leaving the girl to her thoughts.
She should have born first. She was smarter, a better fighter, a more efficient leader, shrewder. And yet Zuko would still one day inherit the Crown and all the victories Ozai had gained in the years of his rule. No doubt that the kingdom would become a ghost of its former glory under Zuko's rule. The thought of him in power while she watched from the sidelines made the air around her crackle with heat. That's why she long ago had decided that somehow she would find a way to hold the real power. However, she had no idea how to do that, until now.
Later, after the sun had set and the waning half moon hung early in the sky, she was ready. For this one occasion she had shed her usual attire, fitted for combat, and had instead donned a silken kimono she had found, near buried, in the back of her wardrobe. It was the color of blood reflecting light, decorated only with a gold emblem of a dragon, and fell lightly on her body, just tight enough to accentuate her breasts and hips, small but definitely there on her lean, fit figure. It had been tailored for her two months ago, before the Imperial Ball, where her father's advisors had hoped in vain she might yet take a liking to some noble-bred boy. It seemed natural that she should wear it to claim the most noble-born boy of any. Her dark brown hair she had let hang loose, not quite reaching her shoulder blades but still with her two signature strands on either side of her cheek. She had debated whether or not to put on make-up, but decided against any sort of over kill, this had to go perfectly if she expected it to work. Sitting on the velvet crimson sheets of her bed in a pose border lining seductive, certainly suggestive, she watched the door to her room be pushed reluctantly opened by her brother. To her delight, he too was in clothes easy to remove, a simple light red robe and black pants, damp hair tied up by the damned ribbon he never seemed to take off. Heat swelled just below her naval when she realized he must have recently taken a bath, noticing that small droplets of water still clung to his skin. The expression of thinly veiled anger on his face softened to one of surprise when he saw her attire, and she was sure she saw the slightest lump in the robe's material in the correct place.
"Azula?" He raised an eyebrow in confusion, caught off guard. His golden eyes searched the room, wondering where the teapot was. Soft footsteps reached his ears and he realized that his little sister was walking towards him in what was definitely not a little-sisterly fashion. Hips swayed, lips parted softly, Azula was a different predator then he was used to. He took a step back, unsure what was going on, trying to drive out the thoughts he was thinking, reminding himself this was his sister.
"Brother." Azula's pale hands gently grabbed the back of Zuko's head and pulled him down into a kiss. Zuko's mind short circuited, trying to find some sense in what was happening. Azula smirked to herself, feeling the boy prince tense up, and slowly began forcing her tongue past his lips, running over his teeth patiently awaiting entry. The Crown Prince didn’t move, what was she doing? This wasn't...this couldn’t be Azula. When he didn’t respond, she lowered one hand to his crotch and squeezed gently.
Reanimated, Zuko yelped and jumped back into a semi-defensive, viewing his sister as if for the first time. His eyes were full of fear and ignorance, and the heat inside of her grew.
"What's the matter, Zuzu?" She asked, feigning a pout that didn’t quite reach her eyes. The princess began to pace slowly around her brother, shutting the door with one foot and putting her arms around his shaking shoulders. She put her face close to his ear, whispering, "Don’t you want to have some fun?"
"Quit it Azula." He spun away again, facing her, fire rimming his arms in preparation. The prince watched his sister, studying her to try and decipher a motive behind that feline grin.
"Or what?" Azula watched her brother with a sadistic look. Fantasizing anything and everything she would do with him once this foreplay was over. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the heat radiating from them searing the young male and sent an involuntary shiver through his body. "Will you tell Dad?" She laid her head on his shoulders, "Tell him what you let your little sister do?"
"No!" The thought of the humiliation prompted Zuko to shove her off again, turning away from Azula in disgust at himself and horror at what she was trying to do.
"Perhaps you'll fight me then?" Her smirk grew, clearly enjoying herself. She grabbed his robes and forced him to face her, "And what happens if you win? If I spread the word of what you were trying to do with me? Do you think they're going to believe that I started this Zuko?"
"Leave me alone!" He pulled away and took a step back, bumping into the bed. Azula used his momentary lack of balance to push him down onto the bed. Angrily, he swept his arm at her, throwing a brief wall of fire. She jumped off and away, dancing back when Zuko jumped up. Grabbing his throat with her right hand, the fire inside of her palm slowly began to burn away at his flesh.
"The more you resist, the more tiresome you become to me." She squeezed his throat, then threw him onto the bed. She climbed on top of him and undid his robes, "The more tiresome you become, the less fun you'll have."
"Stop it." Zuko's plaintive whine turned into a gasp as Azula reached into his pants and rubbed his erection. When he tried to half heartedly squirm away, she dug the claws of her free hand into his chest in warning, drawing small drops of blood from the wounds while still keeping a steady rhythm. He gritted his teeth to keep himself from making any sort of noise as Azula's mouth slowly came up from his chest to nibble lightly on his neck. The wave of pleasure each bite brought slowly began to ease his horror at what they were doing, and his hands began to undo the ties of Azula's garb. When he had them undone and began stroking her neck she lowered her mouth and he willingly accepted the rough kiss. The last thought that this was his little sister was washed away and the animalistic instincts took over both of them.
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Alright, first chapter up. More citrus then I intended but oh well, review!
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