“I’d like to do the worst thing imaginable,” she started off, staring into the empty air in front of her. Imagining that Bill was there vividly before continuing.
“If I could, I’d strip out his powers and render him helpless. He won’t feel so tall anymore if he’s standing 2 feet below me, looking UP to me for a change. I won’t mind if he’s still an immortal being, I’d have an eternity to figure out what causes the MOST pain for him to bear, and it’s not just physical ones either. No. That would get old, too fast. Plus he’s a stupid, flat triangle. No bones to break and everything. If it was possible I’d pour molten lava into his cornea and relish the moment that he’d scream in agony. And I’d tear off his hat, and put it through the paper shredder or something. I’d make him wear pants. And he’d have to suffer through trying every single pants in store, only to find that there’s no right size for him. Or if it does, then they’d have fake pockets each time.”
Aku wouldn’t miss this for the world.
“YESSS! TEAR OUT HIS EYE. MAKE HIM WEAR CLOTHES FOR BABIES!”
Oh great, what now? She stomps through the hallway to reach her boss’s throne room, eyes glowering at him. It’s unusual to see her like this.
“What is it now?”
A wave of relief washes over her and her tense shoulders lowered a bit.
“I was always told that I need to suppress it often, or just ignore it until it goes away.” Azura dusted herself off from the debris. “It’s maddening! Once it settles it’s- it’s like, my heart won’t stop pumping until I choke someone or something. People never seem to grasp the fact that my anger isn’t an average one.” The human looked down sadly and kicked a piece of broken wood that seemed to be in the way. Approaching her boss until they were only a feet away.
“Thank you, sir. It’s been a long long while since I felt this relieved.”
Aku rested his hand upon Azura’s head as she stood before him. It wasn’t something he thought about doing, it just sort of… happened.
“I am pleased I could help.” Though it was far from curing her of what truly ailed her, any small thing helped. Unfortunately, Aku was at a loss for how to rid her of her troubles and bring her happiness. It bothered him more than he would like to admit.
“You look tired, Azura. You should get some rest,” he said, smoothing back her messy hair. “If you like, you may rest here.”
The Shogun of Sorrow 