Also, just to see if I can get us to the end of the page quickly, I'm offering a drabble of any couple to the first requester. The catch is that you need to give me a line of dialogue, which I'll use somewhere.
Couple: Suzai (Suki+Ozai, because i have a special obsession about this crack pairing
Line: "You resemble someone i once loved."
She caught up to him on Soragoto Island.
When Ozai escaped from his son's prison, he admittedly didn't have much a plan. The first step was, of course, simply putting distance between himself and the prison itself as quickly as possible. Once he was out in the wider world, it would be easy to simply disappear while he plotted his next moves. Escaping the prison itself proved fairly complicated, as might well be expected of a hole in a mountain situated right next to the Fire Lord's Capital City, but what came next was fairly simple for a man of Ozai's experience and skills. Ruling the Fire Nation for just under a decade had left him with good knowledge of the country's population and geography, and more importantly, he knew which parts of the country a new Fire Lord wouldn't be familiar with. So it was that Ozai passed across a series of sparsely settled, entirely self-sufficient islands. There were wanted posters, of course, at the ports, but Ozai had worked to fix that. He shaved off his beard, and also trimmed his hair, but left it long enough to casually cover his face.
He dodged soldiers, bounty hunters, and even random thieves who had no idea who he truly was. It was a young woman of no obvious allegiance who caught him.
She didn't try to mask her approach. Ozai immediately recognized her as a would-be captor, just by the way she stared at him as they met on a quiet road. He was prepared to defend himself, having started a training regime while in prison that was designed to fill the Firebending void in his life with physical power.
He didn't even land one punch. The girl had dodged, struck to unbalanced him, and planted his face into the dirt. He was tied up and gagged before his higher conscious caught up with the pain. Then she started dragging him back the way he came.
Later that night in a lonely camp, when she ungagged him to feed him, Ozai wasn't at all interested in food. "Who
She gave him a look that reminded Ozai of that gloomy girl with the knives his children were both so taken with. "My name is Suki," she said, sinking back to sit by the fire. "I'd be surprised if that meant anything to you."
She was right. He'd never head the name before in his life. "You're a bounty hunter?"
"Psh. I'm not expecting a reward for this. You're a threat to the world, so I'm bringing you back."
Ah, a fan of the new age, then. Still, Ozai wasn't quite settled. He could understand people who despised him, personally. Perhaps they were hurt by the war, or simply morally outraged by his choices. Either way, there was anger. Then there were the idealists, like his son or the Avatar. They truly believed in the new world that was being built, and they talked like spiritualists who had just discovered the joys of handing over life's problems to higher powers. This girl acted like she was inconvenienced by this mission.
He'd figure it out. "You're bringing me to the Fire Lord, then? I'm sure my son will be quite grateful."
Her face tightened profoundly. Interesting.
"So," Ozai hissed triumphantly, "you already know Zuko. A former enemy of his, perhaps? And here I thought he was so good at seducing people to his weak vision."
He hadn't meant it that
way, but she looked over with shock and outrage, her face reddening. Oh, ho. Ozai might not having his Firebending anymore, but he could recognize the flames that powered people's emotions. Despite once being the greatest Firebender on the planet, he himself maintained an icy outlook that let him observe and analyze everyone around him. Keeping his flames locked within him was difficult, and sometimes they broke out, but the people who felt his wrath surely deserved what came from breaking the ice around his heart.
Ozai smirked at this Suki. He might yet be handed over to Zuko in chains, but he had still defeated his captor.
Suki stood up, body tensed as thought to attack him. "It's not like that! Zuko didn't betray anyone for me!"
"Interesting clarification," Ozai drawled. "And who, exactly, did you betray for his sake? Perhaps you should have checked before you risked everything on his returning your affection. I learned the hard way that the boy is more than capable of oh so innocently
leading people on for a while."
"You shut up about him!" was her shriek.
Ozai simply bowed, as much as he could while sitting tied up, and remained quiet. He had scored enough points for this night.
Granted, Ozai was willing to admit that one of his flaws was a tendency to go too far. He had plenty of time in prison to recognize it. So it was that he didn't hide his smug smile as he bowed.
Suki stomped over and kicked him in the face.
The rest of the beating was even less pleasant.
By the time she was done, she was sobbing. Ozai certainly wasn't feeling good, covered in bruises and bloody broken skin, but at least he had the strength to remain silent. As the campfire died out, Ozai just laid there in the dirt, waiting to see what this girl would do next.
He was too pained to be surprised when she mastered herself, came over, and began cleaning and dressing his wounds.
He was too confused to resist when she began kissing him.
She untied him the next morning, her face once again blank, but without the lines of hurt or tension. "You're letting me go," Ozai said.
"No." She grew a malicious smile. "You're staying with me. This island seems pleasant enough to make home. It's quiet, out of the way, has nice weather. No one would need to know who we are, and if I have to make you disappear, I don't think anyone will care. And trust me, if you run, you won't get far before I catch up. I'm sure Zuko will be just as happy if you disappear forever."
Ozai just blinked at her. Make a home here? Keep him? What was she babbling about? "Why?" was all he managed to gasp.
She leaned forward, and kissed him again. It was the entire previous night- the insults, beatings, and resulting affection all encapsulated into a single act. Ozai felt both pain and pleasure shudder through what was left on his inner flames. When the kiss ended, she said, "You resemble someone I once loved."
Ozai began to wish he had let her take him back to Zuko.END