"Hello brother," Azula smiled as she walked up to the older boy at school as he was grabbing his bag out of his locker.

"Oh joy, just who I wanted to see," Zuko sighed throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"You took the job? I'm surprised," she crossed her arms smirking up at him.

"Did you?" He asked calmly. Her smile dropped but nodded.

"So what's your purpose there?" Zuko raised a brow as they walked through the hall together, Zuko had his Jean jacket on with his ripped black jeans as Azula whore a red long sleeve with a black skirt and combat boots.

"Dad trusts me, he just wants me to stick around to know how to properly run a business, what's your purpose?" Azula hummed curiously as she glanced at him.

"I'm finding out," he shrugged.

"Can I get a ride then? The driver is always late," Azula walked outside with him.

"Your going to get cold," Zuko looked his sister up and down.

"You only have a motorcycle?" She made a face seeing the two helmets.

"Got a problem with it, then wait," Zuko put his helmet on.

"...so your agreeing to give me a ride?" She asked smirking.

"On or off? I'm not playing games," he glared at her.

"Fine, I'm on," she sighed but gagged when he handed her the helmet.

"No," she didn't take it.

"No, you wear it," Zuko shoved it in her hands and started up the bike.

"And you wear this," he took his jacket off and handed it to her.

"What? No it smells like ashes and tea," Azula clicked the strap under her chin with the helmet on.

"So when we get in an accident and your arms are scrapped the fuck up, I don't wanna hear it," Zuko sighed shifting forward for her to get on.

"And what about you?" The teenager rolled her eyes putting her brothers jacket on and got on the back.

"I'm going to be pissed if it ruins my tattoo but maybe it'll match my face," he said sarcastically as they drove out of the parking lot and the motorcycle roared as he zipped down the street.

Not noticing Katara and Suki watching them leave together, Suki looked at Katara concerned as Katara pursed her lips not knowing why Zuko would even let his sister come close to him. It put a bad taste in her mouth.

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"Mai, good to see you," Azula strutted through the entrance of her fathers business building as Zuko walked in with a bored look on his face.

"Oh hey, just picking up my brother," Mai had a toddler behind her as Azula looked at him disgusted.

"Yea ironically my brother picked me up," Azula smiled back at him as Zuko didn't look at them and went to the elevator.

"He's grumpy," she giggled as mai looked at him.

"See you around, he's gonna start bitching soon," Mai nodded as her little brother tugged at her hand whining.

"Have fun," Azula waved as they got in the elevator.

"So when's the last time you've touched a gun?" Azula asked curiously.

"Handguns are illegal in Japan," he crossed his arms.

"And I don't like them anyways," Zuko tilted his head to the side looking annoyed.

"Riiiight I forgot, you're all weird about them," Azula snapped her fingers and he nodded.

"Well I'm sure you'll get one today if your sticking around with dad," she bounced on her feet a little with her hands behind her back.

"Great, can't wait," he groaned and the door opened.

The siblings walked to their fathers office and knocked before entering, Azula was the first to go in as Zuko followed, they both sat silently and waited for their father to speak first.

"I'm glad to see both my children are interested in working with me," Ozai grinned looking at the two.

"More or less," he chuckled under his breath.

"So what is it you even need me for?" Zuko asked sitting with his hands in his lap, back straight.

"Both of You will be attending meeting such as last time with me, I know it'll weed out the weak, and I know you both have a good eye for liars," he looked at his son and daughter calmly and Azula smiled.

"It's not that hard when you listen," she agreed. "People are easy to crack, especially under pressure,"

"Those who are uncomfortable, offended, or disrespectful because my children are smart enough to do what they are not capable of will be sniffed out sooner than they would think," Ozai nodded but noticed zukos confusion still.

"Your still wondering what anything has to do with you, aren't you?" He sighed rolling his eyes at the boy.

"I didn't come back so I could be a pawn in your mafia business," Zuko bit out with a clenched jaw.

Click

Zukos face didn't flinch when there was a handgun pointed straight at him as Ozai held it just as calmly.

"Somethings don't change," Ozai smirked.

"If you wanted me dead, I'd be dead," Zuko leaned forward.

"I guess it is a good thing I didn't let you die, you might actually have use to me," he laughed setting the gun on the desk as Zuko leaned back again.

"Your with me to get shipments from friends of ours, Sunday morning, I'll pick you up," he slid the gun to his son and Zuko didn't move.

"Maybe we'll get a donut and coffee like father and son," he laughed again as Zuko narrowed his eyes.

"What kind of shipment?" Zuko asked coldly.

"Why don't you come and find out?" Ozai challenged.

Zuko swallowed and reached over to grab the gun, he opened the bottom to see bullets loaded, he slammed it closed and turned the safety on as he kept it in his lap.

"Pick me up down the street, uncle will not know about this," Zuko nodded as the two relatives smiled.

"Understandable, any other conditions?" Ozai raised a brow.

"No one from my school, or home will be harmed, I will not be intoxicated again, and I'm not killing anyone, otherwise I'm out, you let me go from the business," Zuko narrowed his eyes and Azula hummed impressed.

"Deal,"