#asuki

Unbetaed, unmoisterized, directly from Google Docs, not thriving, etc.

Suki raised the giant sun-shaped door-knocker and let it clang back against the door. Then she prepared to bolt.

There was at least a 25% chance that Azura's creep aunts were at home and not out doing whatever creepy aunts do (or worse - at least a 10% chance that Ozai was home and would actually answer the door himself) Unless she could bolt before they saw her face, there was a good chance Suki would soon be talking to a sheriff’s deputy about a trespassing charge.

That hedge lining the public street at least looked climbable.

Thankfully, it was Azula who answered the door. She had already from her cheer uniform into a sharp, put-together outfit that probably technically qualified as loungewear. As soon as she saw Suki, she began to close the door.

Suki stuck her foot in the door jam, “We need to talk.”

“As lovely as that would be,” sighed Azula. “My father is home and will not be thrilled to have a visitor.”

The like you at the end was not said, but they both heard it.

But Suki did not come all the way here to have Azula get away with the scary-dad card. “Is that an excuse or a threat?”

“Neither,” Azula said, “It’s probably a warning, but I don’t really care how you see it.”

“Then I guess I’ll just wait for him to go to bed.”

Azula rolled her eyes. “Don’t be so dramatic, Suki. If you want to talk so badly, then fine. Come around to the maid’s entrance. The extra key is in the flower pot. Go up the stairs next to the elevator and into the third door on your left.”

"Maid's entrance? Wha-"

Instead of being helpful, Azula kicked Suki's shoe out of the way and slammed the door in her face, leaving her alone to find whatever the hell a maid's entrance was.

--

“Who was that?” her father asked.

“Solicitor. I handled it.”

Ozai looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Did you now? You really should let Wen take care of that.”

Azula bowed slightly and retreated to the stairs. Her father’s frown followed her up.

--

Having traversed the stairs next to the elevator (what the hell?) and navigated the creepy dark hallway Suki closed the bedroom door behind her with a click. The first thing she noticed is that the room was definitely Azula’s. It was lavishly decorated in crimson and gold colors, with her many trophies and ribbons on proud display.

But it also seemed like a strange and clinical room. Almost too neat and precise, like a bedroom out of a magazine. Suki couldn't help but think back to Azula’s unofficial guest bedroom at her uncle’s house, cluttered with giant books and featuring old second-hand furniture in softer blue tones.

But she wasn't here to admire the decor.

Suki turned to face the bedroom’s owner, who was sitting on a giant four-poster bed in the middle of the room.

Azula, unsurprisingly, looked bored and vaguely irritated. “As much as I enjoy all of these dramatics, what is so important that you couldn’t just wait to talk to me at school?”

“You know what I want to talk about,” Suki said.

"Oh, do I?" Azula "Please do enlighten me."

“Fine: What the fuck is your problem?” 

Azula raised one perfect eyebrow, the picture of composed unconcern. “Problem?”

“Yes, problem,” Suki said, imitating Azula’s obnoxiously cool tone. “What the hell was all of that today - are you trying to make everybody you know hate you? Because you’re doing a pretty fucking great job at it.”

“Oh my – language!” Now both eyebrows were up, and there was a true flash of mirth in Azula's golden eyes. She stood and walked towards Suki until she was uncomfortably in her space, leaning down. “That kind of language is not very becoming of a cheerl-“

Suki shoved her back, and Azula stumbled, having the nerve to look startled by Suki’s reaction. But the other girl just glared at her. “FUCK the cheer squad. Fuck you and all your little friends – I am out. Officially. Right the fuck now.”

Azula stared at her. “Suki. It was a joke.”

“Sure,” Suki spat. “A joke. And what you said the other night to your uncle – was that a joke too? Is that all this has been for you – a fucking joke?”

 “The other night-“ Azula’s mouth twitched, and her cheeks turned a shade paler “What-“

“What? Are you going to deny it?”

“You-" She was even paler now. "You were listening? You had no right to-“ 

“To what? Hear you talk shit about me? To hear you say that this was a mistake?”

“You-How much…did you hear?” Azula asked with gritted teeth, folding her hands into tight fists and glaring at Suki.

Suki glared right back: “I heard enough. So I’m out. No more cheerleading. No more us – I am done.” Azula opened her mouth to say something to that, but Suki wouldn’t let her: “If you want to fuck people around with your little mind games, go crazy. Be a dick to your brother, terrify the whole school, lie cheat and steal your way to a million more trophies – I don’t give a shit. But leave me out of it.”

Azula’s golden eyes, mirthful just a few minutes before, now shown with cold fury. If Suki had been in any state to care, she would have noticed that the cool and collected regional debate champion was now shaking from head to toe. “Fine.” Azula said. “Fine. If that’s how you want to end it. It's over. I'll leave you out of it. Now get out of my fucking house.”

Suki didn’t need to be told twice. She turned on her heel and headed to the door. But before she opened it, she muttered one last barb, hoping to hit right where it hurt most. “Good luck at state – you’re going to need it.”

“Well, fuck you too!” Azula shouted behind her, sounding strained and a little hysterical. “Get out of my house! I should have known better than to ever talk to a bitchy little sl-“