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Backdated like whoa.

Who: Azula, Open to District 5
What: A walk down nostalgia lane as Azula visits her home.
Where: District 5
When: During the tours
notes: Nothing yet but Azula's involved so expect drug use and possible violence or mentions of.

The Day had finally come.

Dispatching with the formalities, the parties, the tours. Azula could reasonably avoid it no longer.

The wrought iron gate slid open allowing them entrance to the front walkway. The two story house was long and proud. The sort of mini mansion that was meant to be seen and admired. A fine solid roof, polished gleaming glass.

Mr. Ozai was no slouch when it came to threatening his grounds keepers. If they liked their jobs they made sure not a single flower was out of place. Azula's lips curled into a smile as she remembered fondly setting fire to a bush or two when she felt like getting the old men who tended to them in trouble.

She was being propped up by several different kinds of pills to try and find a balance between her usual morphling and the caffeine she needed to keep on her toes. A fine dress clung to her, fashionable but practical. Like she was attending a business lunch rather then coming home to see her family after months in the Capitol.

Of course it had been years since she'd seen them as she'd come to the capitol from the hospital where she was being treated.

She let her fingers stroke along the doorknob and for a moment considered turning and running. But no...that would never do. The whole town was watching from their windows and listening from around the corners as they waited for Azula to have another violent outburst.

They all knew it was only a matter of time.

Gripping the door with determination she opened it smoothly.

"I'm home."

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Diana turned to look at Azula, her mouth still curved into that smirk she always wore.

"Of course. Experience suits you."

Slender fingers gripped at the elbow of Azula's clothing as the teen leant in and pressed a kiss to her mentors cheek, leaving the slightest brush of her lips on the corner of the young womans own as she pulls back.

Blush blossomed in her cheeks like roses and her own smirk curled in a proud yet wicked smile.

"You're very observant."

Back into the hall and a figure scurried into a room shutting the door hard. The mentor rolled her eyes and shook her head "I see Zuko is still afraid of me. Good. I would have preferred she grow a spine but if she can't manage that she could at least learn to stay out of my way."

Sauntering down the hall she let her fingers curl around another doorknob to lead into her bedroom which was like a memorial to her accomplishments. Pictures of her in beautiful Capitol fashion, lush and luxurious furniture in warm shades.

It was dark, the curtains were drawn but despite how comfortable everything was designed the room had clearly not been lived in for some time.

Her eyebrow tugged upwards in interest as Azula spoke lowly of her sister.

Once they entered Azula's room Diana let out a low whistle as if impressed, though because she was Diana it was hard to tell if she was being ironic of not.

"A little dark, isn't it? Don't want people to know what you're up to?"

That actually amused her and she gave a knowing smile.

"Well I do value my privacy sometimes. But still..."

She crossed the threshold to throw open the curtains and reveal a beautiful view of the gardens below.

"Makes you feel important to stand here."

Diana walked over to stand behind her mentor. She looked over Azula's shoulder to see the garden, long hair brushing against the womans cheek and falling to rest on her neck.

"I can't say I'm surprised at that." Smirking lips hovered near Azula's face. "But I didn't picture you the garden type."

"I suppose I'm just full of surprises." She leaned into Diana comfortably once again betraying just how the girl had gotten under her skin. No one ever came that close to actually touching Azula and yet Diana had lowered her defenses somehow.

"The Capitol still feels more like home though." She confessed. "This place is just...nostalgic."

Diana was a little surprised at Azula's initiation of touch. But that only meant things were working.

"Well, that's good news." Diana gave a playful smile. "I wouldn't want you to rediscover your fondness for this place and leaving me mentorless in the Capitol."

"I'd miss you far too much."

Despite Diana's hands clearly resting at her sides, she turned her head and there was the softest touch on the back of Azula's neck.

A shiver raced down her spine from that simple tough on her neck and Diana could hear a hitch in Azula's breath.

"I-I...I have too much pride in my work." She mumbled taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. Her eyes remained on the window but she was focused more on her reflection then the gardens below.

In the glass she could see Diana bring her hand up and gently brush away some of the short hair from Azula's neckline, then trail the fingers slowly away again.

Their was warmth rolling across Azula's skin as the teen seemed to inspect her neck.

Diana looked up at the window and their eyes met in the reflection for a moment before Diana slowly, deliberately pressed her lips against the soft skin again, still keeping their gazes locked.

Azula couldn't describe the strange lock Diana had on her eyes. She'd never been captured by someone elses stare. Usually she held people helpless in her glare but nothing like this.

When the lips met her skin she sucked in air between her teeth and held it as another shiver made her skin crawl.

She couldn't pull away, couldn't look away, she watched helplessly as Diana used her strongest skills on Azula, showing her a weakness she never knew she had.

Diana kept the neck kiss soft and slow, gently pulling away leaving the skin warm and faintly marked with her lip gloss.

And with that she broke the stare and stood up straight, smiling and bright as if the past minute hadn't occurred. "So, any other rooms to show me before dinner?"

The time from when the lips connected to they drew apart seemed to last for hours. As the cool air rushed in to tickle the now glossy skin.

"I...yes. Yes just let me..." she fumbled for her words and felt a rush of heat born of embarrassment as she drew the curtains closed once more trying to collect herself.

The rest of the tour was no where near as interesting, Azula did her best to speak highly of her family history, of her accomplishments and her fathers. But Diana had left her a little muddled and by the time they got to dinner she was grateful for an excuse to let her father talk.

She did however offer a cruel smile when her sister sat down. The pale girl had grown her hair out to cover scarring over her eye and only spoke in politeness. A greeting to Diana, a please and thank you to the wait staff as a wonderful spread was laid out before them.

Diana prefers to just sit and observe as she eats, mostly because talking means she has to stop chewing and can't put anymore food in her mouth until she's finished the sentence.

She keeps most of her focus on Azula though, meeting her eyes and smirking.

Honestly though, it's a relief Diana's displaying some manners, given the sight Azula has sometimes walked in to when Di's pigging out in the common room.

And Azula is grateful for Diana's manners. More then she'll ever say.

Ozai leads the conversation, asking questions about Diana which Azula fields though she has to, for the sake of not appearing to completely control Diana's life, leave a few questions to Diana to answer.

"So how is it living in the Capitol?" He asked her "Is it terribly different from the world you came from?"

"Oh, very different." She smiled prettily at him. "But it makes it very hard to miss my old home, with all the pampering and free food."

That is, if you ignore the frequent death matches. But Diana guessed Ozai was just as desensitized to that as everyone else in this psycho world.

She flashed another look at Azula. "And I love the company."

He chuckled politely and the flash of a more genuine smile from Azula told Diana that was exactly the correct answer.

"Well even when you win you won't have to go home if you don't want. I'm sure Azula would be happy to mentor you when you become a mentor as well. She's brought alot of pride to this home and prosperity to my business."

Azula continued smiling though it became a bit strained "Simply by being a victor?" She inquired.

"Well that of course." He explained "And it's hard to ignore a company endorsed by multiple victors."

There was a moment as Azula sipped her wine before managing the words that she was clearly biting back.

"Multiple victors father?"

"Well of course. With your connections I'm sure you could entice some of the more popular victors. Perhaps the newest one?"

Azula's face fell "Ah...I would not suggest that one in particular. He's a bit...green. He needs more time before he can be used to his full potential."

The look of disappointment on his face was like a led weight landing in Azula's lap.

She glowered at one of the maids trying to remove a plate they thought she was done with, her face was filled with more intensity than even Azula had ever seen from her, sending the maid scuttling away like a scolded dog.

Then she was back like nothing had happened. She seemed to be good at that.

"You want the new victors to promote you? Good luck with that." She takes a drink.

He looks surprised by her comment and then smiles that poisonous smile that Azula has apparently inherited.

"Well there are plenty of methods of persuasion. I just thought that since my daughter was among them it would make things easier. Such a clever girl."

Azula clearly did not appreciate the weight of responsibility he was putting on her shoulders. She tried to deflect "Well at least you'll have a better chance with me then you would have with Zuko. What have you been up to since I've been gone?"

Zuko winced, like she'd been expecting this turn of conversation. "Just um...hanging out with Mai." She flushed and kept her eyes focused on the food.

"Ah, nice to see you're being so productive." Azula dug and it seemed to work. Ozai didn't seem pleased with that response. "It seems only one of my daughters has a sharp enough mind for business."

Diana watched the family bullying take place while she buttered and ate a bread roll.

"Who's Mai?" Apparently that was the only part of the exchanged that had interested her.

"The mayors daughter." Azula explained and then with a wicked smirk "And Koko's only friend."

"I have other friends." Zuko countered weakly face getting redder. "Mai is just my best friend."

"Oh I'm sure." More insinuations that if Ozai noticed, he let pass for now. But the look of disapproval towards Zuko was as subtle as a wrecking ball.

"Koko?" Diana grinned. "That's adorable."

She turned to Azula, that playful look in her eye. "Do you have a nickname?"

Azula smiled proudly at Diana's assessment and then her smile fell back a few notches when she suggested a nickname for her mentor.

"I...well I don't think that's really necessary." she blustered trying to work around the fate. Zuko seemed hopeful about it. Perhaps there would be one bright spot in this meal.

The coy smirk on Diana's face only seemed to grow as Azula's smile shrank. "Of course it is. It's just not fair if one person gets one and not the other. We don't want you feeling left out."

She taps her chin in mock thought. "What about Zuzu? That's a cute name."

Something inside her screamed like it was being twisted up, ripped in half and set on fire.

Azula's smile in response clenched a little tighter. "We can just stick with Mentor."

"How nice that you are so casual with your tributes." Ozai commented clearly unamused "In such a respectful position such as yours that must be hard."

"Isn't she just the best?" Diana purred, blazing right through Ozai's obvious disapproval. "Azula's pretty much been the only one to get me motivated to do any training."

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