AN: My jimmies are ready, read and review. I eat flames like a fat kid eats candy.
Also, I don't own Naruto or Legend of Korra
Talking 101:
Sarcasm/accentuating a point/joke talk: jimmies
Awesome talk: jimmies
The perpetual darkness of the night hung heavily over the water tribe of the South Pole. Winds howled and screeched over the landscape, turning the snow that was daintily drifting down from the clouds into unforgiving bouts of white out. Out of the one of these sessions of blindness came the silhouette of two men. Trudging up the foothills away from the village, the men came to a stop overlooking the separate and much smaller encampment below. Consisting of a few small houses, out of all of them one stood out above the rest. The small igloo, lit up like a beacon, marked the end of their journey through the sparse scenery.
"So that's it eh? Seems smaller than I imagined," mused the man standing a bit behind the first. "Bit plain too."
"Shut it Minato, we're here to investigate, not socialize." Reprimanded the man in front, eyes flickering back to his spiky yellow haired subordinate. Covered thickly in a cloak, the striking yellow of the subordinate's hair was the only feature the leader could make out in the bleak conditions. Even so, he could almost see the grin being returned to him.
"Aw, feeling a bit grumpy chief?" Teased the newly dubbed Minato, punching his elderly leader lightly in the arm. "Maybe you should try to chill a bit more."
"Don't test my patience Minato!" The leader shouted back at him, rubbing his arm where he was hit. "These damned claims of supposed Avatars have been running me ragged, and running back and forth from the south and north pole does nothing for the age!" He paused after ranting. "And don't even get me started on that joke, that was god awful."
As Minato began pouting to himself, grumbling something about there being no humor nowadays, the leader cast his gaze back to the igloo. He hadn't been lying when he said it was running him ragged. Four years and hundreds of claims from both tribes had almost completely snuffed out all hopes inside of him of ever finding the Avatar. Looking at that small igloo made that old feeling well up inside, and for a minute he grasped on to it, hoping, wishing, before ruthlessly throwing it away. How would this one be any different? Pausing from his pouting and seeing his leader hardened gaze on the small hut, Minato reached out before lightly settling his hand on leaders shoulder.
"This isn't hopeless, we'll find the Avatar." Minato spoke gently, their eyes meeting. "Just because the last few hundred haven't been legitimate doesn't mean this one will." Minato grinned. "In fact, I got a good feeling about this one!"
At this the weight from the leader's shoulders seemed to lighten, and a smile began to creep over the leaders face. "Is this the same good feeling you got when you first saw that girl? Because if it is, then I might just call in all the trainers for the Avatar now and grab whoever is in there." He joked.
Minato grinned at that, "if you're talking about my loving wife then you are correct, though I wouldn't talk about her that much." He leaned in, conspiratorially looking back and forth before whispering. "She has this weird ability to sense when people are talking about her…"
"ACHOO!" In a remote village in Earth Country, a fiery red headed woman found the ingredients of hers and her son's dinner suddenly sprayed around all over her kitchen. For a minute she just stood there, unmoving, before suddenly falling to her knees and raising her fists to the sky, cursing loudly at her misfortune. Her four year old child, tied into a child booster seat across the room, comically sweat dropped at her antics as it shifted from her hardship to threats of defenestration for whoever was talking about her.
"…So we should definitely stop talking about her or she will probably kill us!" Minato finished loudly.
"You don't say…" said the leader as he idly picked at his ears. What was he supposed to be doing again? Oh yeah! Find the Avatar. "Come on, we wasted enough time."
"But we were having such a nice conversation, and I didn't even get to tell you about my son yet!" Minato protested, tears in eyes.
"Please, you tell me about him all the time, I know everything about him and I haven't even met him yet." The leader calmly replied, flicking the finger that was in his ear toward Minato. He then grinned. "Didn't his name mean fishcake?"
Minato rolled his eyes at him, idly wiping away the gross crud that came out of his leader's ear. Honestly, that stuff was nasty. "His name means maelstrom, and he's the cutest-"
"Whatever," the leader said, cutting him off again. "We can talk about little maelstrom later, now lets go, we wasted enough time and I'm cold."
At that, he started making his way towards the hut leaving an anime crying Minato behind. "Why does no one ever let me talk about Naruto! It's not like I talk about him a lot!" He cried. The leader turned around leveling a stare at Minato, before continuing forward. 'Guess I do,' he thought, before wiping away his mock tears and hurrying to catch up. As he got closer his eyes hardened as they settled on the small igloo and his patiently waiting leader. 'Though I guess this does take priority over information about my son…' The heavy cloak he was wearing billowed at a sudden gust of wind, revealing white shoulder pads and a particular emblem. 'Seeing as how...' He finally caught up with his leader in front of the door. They nodded to each other before the leader knocked on the door, revealing a heavy set man in traditional water tribe clothing. The man's eyes dawned in recognition.
'The Order of the White Lotus are the guardians of the Avatar after all.'
End note: Bam. There's your prologue, tell me what you think of it in the reviews. That means guests too please, fanfiction was nice enough to put up those anonymous review boxes for that and I really want to know what you think. Say whatever you want, I am prepared to have my jimmies rustled. I also have to shout out to Engineer4Ever who inspired me to write in this crossover section. I was thinking about Bleach but Legend of Korra is just too damn sexy and Engineers writing is pretty sexy too. Anyways, read, review, and I'll seeya next time.
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