Jinora, Welcome to Republic City
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Lok. Damnit.
A/N: Hey y'all. Just kidding! Ahhhh. Anyways, I know I said I would post this story after Moving On, but I didn't think it would take THIS long. So this is a Jinoochy fic, and besides Makorra, I'll admit, JINOOCHY IS MY OTP, YOU GOTTA DEAL WITH IT! Haha! Anyway, I guess you could say this fic was inspired by Payphone by Maroon 5, even though the lyrics have nothing to do with this story. I was just listening to it the whole time I wrote this fic because I can't write anything unless I have my tunes. And it's the song I'm currently obsessed with. What? I'm a teenage girl. I'm allowed to be obsessed!
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Jinora walked through the wide streets of Republic City. Her footsteps made a small, but rhythmic tapping sound against the concrete. She weaved her small form through the bustling crowds of people. Satomobile horns and engines sounded in the distance, fading and growing as each one passed and came. Jinora continued walking enjoying her freedom.
Almost.
She had recently turned 13, and Jinora was given slightly larger freedoms than last year. Now she could go to Republic City and walk downtown. She could go to the park, visit the library, or even go eat at Narook's.
With the White Lotus Sentries escorting her, of course.
Jinora sighed and continued walking, the head sentry two steps in front of her. Five others walked around her, two at each side and one at the back. She kept pace with them as they headed towards the library. 'They attract too much attention,' she thought, 'I would be safer on my own. Daddy's worried about me getting caught up in trouble, but with these guys, everyone will know who I am.'
"You know, I'm sure Iroh didn't want the Order of the White Lotus to become bodyguards for a thirteen year old girl," She said. She had read all about the Order and she had heard Aang talk about Iroh many times in his journals. Grandpa. She thought about how she wishes she could have met him. She wanted to get to know him, the person who was partially responsible for her being alive and the continuation of the Air Nomads.
"We are keeping you safe. You could be a little grateful," the first one to her left said snappily as they rounded the corner. Jinora scoffed.
"Well, my grandfather travelled the world with his three friends and he didn't have bodyguards. Besides, he was a 12-year-old boy and he also won a war at the same age. I'm a year older and all I'm doing is taking a walk to the library." The sentry to the right sighed.
"Aang was the Avatar and those were different times. I'm sure he would agree with us when we say that this is best for you," He said proudly. Jinora huffed, keeping her head low and crossing her arms over her chest.
"I doubt it."
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"Hey Skooch," Mako called to the young boy as he strode up to Zuko's statue.
"Hey Mako. Need any information?" he asked hopefully. He was starving.
"Sorry not today," he said, but upon seeing the kid's poorly hidden face of disappointment, he changed his mind.
"Actually," he said digging deep into his mind and his pocket, "I do need something. What do girls like on their birthdays?" Mako did need that question answered, but he was planning on asking Bolin. 'WTF Mako? What kinda question is that? And how is answering it supposed to help my street cred?' Skoochy swallowed and let out a sigh. 'Well, he did give me money. And he is my friend. Aw what the hell, I'll give it a shot.' Skoochy's face suddenly changed. He looked in both directions, seeing if anyone was around. He beckoned for Mako to bend down so he could put his arm over his shoulder, acting like he normally would if he was giving information about something more important than birthdays.
"Word on the street," he began, "is that girls go for something sweet. They ain't like us guys, they won't be pleased with whatever.They like something nice like flowers, but that will last like books."
"So what? Are you telling me I should get Korra a book about flowers for her 20th birthday?" Mako asked arching a thick eyebrow. Skoochy face-palmed. 'For a guy who managed to survive on the streets and protect his brother since he was eight, he's not that smart.'
"No, Mako. A book about flowers is not what I meant. And Korra's a totally different story," he said crossing his arms, "why are you so worried about her gift anyway?" he questioned with a small smirk. Mako's eyebrow twitched then fell as he looked astonished.
"Well…I, you know…she hasn't been home since she was 18…so I wanted to…well," Mako fumbled his words, greatly struggling to get his thoughts straight. Skoochy's smirked turned into an amused smile as he watched his pal struggle. He and Korra were still only best friends, but after he and Asami broke up a year ago, everyone had been pushing for them to be together. Korra was focused on the Equalists before, and now that she almost mastered Airbending, she was busy as ever. Mako figured he could surprise her for her birthday and help her relax. Mako was still rambling.
"…And that time when Bolin almost killed Naga…" He stopped when Skoochy put a shaking hand on his shoulder. He was laughing so hard it was uncontrollable.
"Dude, Mako! I'm just kidding. You know her, you've been friends for years, closer than any two people I've ever seen. You know what she likes. But I really think you should tell her how you feel for her birthday. That'd be good for both of you so I don't have to keep hearing about how much you love her and all that romantic crap." Mako smirked.
"Skoochy, your almost 15. You'll see what I've gone through in a few years." He said. Skoochy began to walk away.
"Yeah right, love bird."
That's when he ran into something.
A/N: R&R please!
