Sorry this took so long! I was busy with finals and then summer break. I had NO IDEA that I had two finished chapters in my drafts! Please pardon any spelling errors and the different font, I did not read or correct this before hurrying to publish it!
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IN all four years of her life, Kiyi had never seen her mother such a wreck. While the little girl didn't really know what happened, she knew Azula had been taken, just like she had a few short months ago. "Why is it such a big deal if your daddy took her?" She asked Zuko.

"Because our father is not a nice man. This won't be like when you were taken, when there were toys and cool bunk beds and a bunch of other kids to play with."

"But he's your daddy! It's not like he'll hurt her!"

Zuko cringed, not wanting to take away Kiyi's precious innocence about such things. "Sometimes parents hurt their kids. They're bad parents. Hurting isn't the same as, say, Mom smacking you because you were being bad. I mean like, purposefully doing things with the intention to hurt them."

"Why would anyone do that?!"

"Some people just do. They like watching people suffer."

"Azula does too, though."

"Azula isn't really a good person. I thought she made that clear to you herself. But that's our dad's fault. She acted like him to make him happy, and she became a bad person because of it."

"So THAT'S why it's bad? Because he might make her worse?"

Zuko was surprised by Kiyi's deductive ability. "Yes. You're exactly right."

Kiyi was pleased with herself, but that soon faded. "So if she's with him too long, she'll be mean and scary all the time again? She won't play pai sho with me or show me cool new firebending moves or read bedtime stories when I annoy her into it?"

Zuko nodded.

"THEN YOU GOTTA GO GET 'ER!" She shook him.

"I'm doing my best. Trust me, I'm worried too. I know her, and I know she'll immediately want to side with him again. We need to hope that she starts to realization that Father's side is the wrong side."

"Is there anything I can do?"

"You can hope. If anything else comes up that you could be useful for, then I'll let you know."

"Ok," Kiyi sighed, feeling defeated. Why did all the work have to be grown-up work?

She trudged to her parents' bedroom, knocking before entering as she'd always been taught. 'It's polite,' Her father said. She stood for a few seconds, awaiting an answer.

"Yes?" Her mother answered. She sounded like she was crying.

Kiyi opened the door. Upon seeing that her mommy was indeed crying, she closed the door and ran over. Her little arms embraced her mother. "Mommy? Are you ok?"

"Not really." Ursa tried to be honest about how she was feeling with her children. "I'm worried about your sister."

"Zuko is too. And so am I. He said that their daddy might hurt her."

"He said that to you?!"

"Not at first, but he implied it. Then I weaseled it out of him."

"You've been spending too much time with your sister." Ursa sniffled, a small smile crossing her face. "You sound just like her."

"She might've taught me some stuff."

"Of course she did. She was always trying to get Zuko to do stuff with her, but he was never interested."

"I can't see why!" Kiyi showed off a new firebending kick. "See how cool the trick she taught me is?!"

"Please don't bend inside."

"What if I'm in the training room?"

"The training room is ok. It's meant for that."

"Ok." Kiyi stared at the floor.

"Why on earth are you disappointed?"

"I felt like breaking some rules."

"Now you really sound like your sister."

Kiyi smiled a little bit. "We'll get her back, right?"

"Of course we will, one way or another." Ursa ran her hand through her younger daughter's hair, holding her close.