Love Greater Than Chaos

Summary: In a dystopian future, love is outlawed and the government creates all romantic pairs. However, two rebellious romantics, Kai and Jinora, have different plans for themselves and a contraband love that they share.

Rating: T (for rebellious themes, ideologies, I don't know. Just to be safe?)

Paring: Kainora (Jinora x Kai)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. :(

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Dystopia Love AU (A future time when love is illegal/considered a disease. You can only be with the person assigned to you- but two characters fall in love despite the rules.)

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The streets of Sector 42B-ii of the Republic State were lined with impatient peoples, two strings of people snaking through the streets, one line consisting of boys and the other of girls. Today was Matchmaking day, the day when young boys and girls of sixteen years were assigned their government match, their significant other. Matchmaking Day wasn't a day full of outstretched palms and love potions, rather a random number generator displaying expected matches for people. The day had extensive history; forty years ago, in the year 2074, the government outlawed any emotion resembling "love".

SECTION R: Interpersonal Relations

Declaration 514a –

February 17, 2074

The government of Republic State, henceforth, bans free interpersonal relation, platonic or romantic. Freedom of romantic and platonic interest provides "an excessive breeding ground for national corruption of ideology and government respect" (see court case files: 502394) Relations are solely to be decided and finalized by authority figures. Any displays of romance or free-relationship-choice are to be punished appropriately by law.

SECTION R: Interpersonal Relations

Declaration 514b-

February 17, 2014

As an expansion of Declaration 514a, a new system is to be implemented starting the first Saturday of each month. The government and its officially employed will hence authorize all interpersonal relations. As a government aid program, a system of matchmaking will be implemented to replace "free courting of individuals".

SECTION PR: Programs: Relations

Derived from D514a & b

Matchmaking Day: The first Saturday of every month will, nationwide, be allotted to the pairing of peoples of sixteen years of age. (Individuals of more years are to report to official government establishments for a different matching process.) Sixteen-year-old males are to be matched to sixteen-year-old females through a government-approved number randomizer. The randomizer will utilize individual's citizen IDs for the matching process. To comply with and compromise the citizens, the responsible and admirable Republic Government will provide randomized matches for individuals within a filtered database. IDs of citizens were be matched within a pool of other IDS that are alike in the quotas: "Social Status, Employment Field, Ancestral Relation, Family Background."

The citizens of Republic State complied with the acts passed in 2074 with little to no argument. Some younger generations of peoples began to glorify the matchmaking experience; however, there was certainly disagreement and tension boiling within the population.

"This is such dystopian trash," a young girl whispered under her breath. In the line of sixteen-year-old girls to be matched, there stood a young brunette girl, irritation burning in her eyes and a lanyard with an ID card reading Jinora- Citizen 8964d strung across her chest. A girl behind her in line seemed to have overheard the statement spoken only moments ago. With a firm hand on her shoulder, the girl whipped Jinora to face her.

"Excuse you. This process is like the coming of like woman hood. We totally get to get paired to our..like soul mate or whatever…so get a filter and respect the government that's getting a killjoy like you a match," she snapped.

"I've read enough romance novels to know that whomever we're being paired to today isn't our soul mate and enough dystopian novels to know that we're living in a crisis," Jinora deadpanned.

"Ew. Those types of novels are illegal," the girl hissed, enunciating briskly the word 'those'. Jinora simply rolled her eyes and returned to face forward. Jinora heard two final words seethe from the girl behind her. "Rebellious romantic".

The line pressed forward slowly as the sun crossed through the sky. Jinora stumbled forward, eventually, at sunset, making her way to the metal tables where she was supposed to "be matched to her soul mate". An older woman, eyes cold and lips firmly molded into a scowl, eyed Jinora from behind the metal tables.

"ID," the worker demanded, hand petulantly outstretched. Jinora removed her identification card and lanyard form her neck quickly, firmly slapping it onto the table. Frustrated, the worker reluctantly slid the ID card from the table under a red laser. The woman proceeded to drag her fingers through the air, summoning a projection screen.

"Jinora," she read. "Citizen 8694d. Class A, education department of a private establishment, Airnobility, and daughter of an official." The worker's eyes flicked from the screen to Jinora, looking her over. Jinora just stood on the other side of the table, apathetic to whatever was happening.

"You'll be matched now," the worker growled. The worker flicked her wrist, initiating text to flash through the air, scrolling until stopping at a name and number.

Osamu, Citizen 8990s. Jinora read the name and ID of her match; the screen and word it displayed was meaningless to her. The worker woman took a metal strip from beneath the table. She dragged the metal through the projected text; the strip proceeded to make a small beeping noise in digital acknowledgement.

"This, as old timers would call it, is your 'wedding ring'," the woman said. "It's digitally encoded with your match's information at all times." Jinora nodded half-heartedly. The woman took Jinora's wrist between her hands, wrapping the metal loosely against Jinora's wrist. Jinora's arm in one hand, the woman took her other hand and pulled a contraption from beneath the table. The contraption was a mere circular opening carved into a glistening stone. The woman towed Jinora's hand and arm through the opening, the metal bracelet clamping snugly to Jinora's wrist. "This is now sealed and will not fall off. The bracelet will vibrate the first time you encounter your match. Next." The worked returned Jinora's ID and gestured her towards the town plaza.

Jinora numbly rubbed at her wrist, the bracelet seemingly melting into her flesh. She continued to wander through the crowds of people searching for their matches.

"Umph!" Jinora fell to the ground with a thud, a stranger towering above her. He had bright, emerald eyes contrasting dewy, mocha skin. She stood up hastily, brushing herself off. "Sorry, I'm not really watching where I'm going…just waiting for this stupid thing to vibrate."

"Nah, it's fine," the stranger smiled. "I know the feeling." The boy shook his wrist dramatically enacting his impatience. Jinora just smiled in return. Jinora turned to continue walking when the boy spoke again. "Honestly, I'm pretty disappointed that my bracelet didn't vibrate at you." Jinora felt her cheeks flush, her usually sharp wit silenced. The boy's eyes widened. "Oh, sorry if you're uncomfortable…I know we're just here to find our matches, and I'm not really following appropriate government conversational protocol." Jinora shook her head.

"N-no, it's fine," she stuttered. A pause. "Maybe we could get coffee sometime?"

"Ooh, so you're a romantic rebel too," the boy smirked.

"What is that phrase? I was called that earlier," Jinora pondered aloud.

"It's a label for those of us that are less into following 'government protocol'," he said.

"Ah," Jinora simply nodded. "So, what's your name?"

"Kai," he smiled. Jinora found herself smiling back. "And, by the way, coffee sounds awesome. We'll just be sure to avoid the public bracelet check authority."

"What? Who?"

"It started last month. The government declared that you're only supposed to be out with family, same-gender friends, or your match…so they deployed some task force that scans you sometimes to check," Kai replied.

"Oh. Wow, this is getting more and more like Government Error 404," Jinora laughed pensively.

"You've read that? My parents used to read me that book when I was younger!" Kai exclaimed.

"Really? That's really cool. It's one of my personal favori-" Jinora began. She was interrupted by her tingles at her wrist. "Hm…"

"You're match must be nearby," Kai said. Jinora couldn't help but notice a different attitude lacing his voice, disappointment? Anger? Disgust?

Jinora stared emptily at the people around her, her eyes occasionally returning to roam Kai, his bright eyes. "Yeah, I guess he is," she whispered idly, her eyes locked with his. He shrugged with a half smile.

"I work down at the industrial side of town; the docks to be more specific. Whenever you want that coffee, if that's still valid and you're not blown away by your match, I'll be there," Kai said dully.

"What about your match?" Jinora asked, eyes still roaming for her match.

"Don't worry about that. What could go wrong if I don't find her?" he mused rhetorically. "Besides…I think I might have found her," he hummed with a smirk before disappearing into the crowds. Jinora blinked in astonishment. How could the government say somebody like that had no chance of being her match? She emptily turned around to see another young man whose bracelet had also been vibrating.

"Jinora?"

"Osamu," she greeted indifferently. "You've found me. Hi."

The boy responded with an obnoxious whistle. "Spirits yeah, I've got me a fine dame! Thank the system!" Screw the system, Jinora thought. He sordidly took Jinora's hand in his, pecking it and returning to crack a smile at her.

"So now what?" Jinora asked, both to herself and to her new 'match'.

Authors Notes: Thanks for reading! Hope it was okay? I wrote this at 1:19 am…so this may or may not be half-asleep-style writing. I was a little concerned about its dystopian nature (it's based on a compilation of dystopian ideologies I've read and thought of I guess?) but I have plans for this…in upcoming chapters perhaps secret rendezvouses and rebellions? It's planned to have some angst…etc. Will Jinora and Kai become an outlaw couple? Will anyone find out if they do? What is to become of the government if rebellions spark? Read and review please! (Also, not only thanks for reading the story, but I applaud you if you read all my boring rambles) Thanks again!

~xoxo

Emberailee