A/N: Yes, I'm on hiatus- only with my other fanfic. I was tempted to write a Jinoochy fanfic and I'm fairly new to this beloved ship! :D I would continue to put up more chapters for this as time goes by.

DISCLAIMER : I own neither Legend of Korra or Avatar: The Last Airbender. All rights belong to Bryke and Nickelodeon.

Wait here for me while your father and I go settle some council stuff, alright? The middle-aged mother of four said. Brushing some dust of her clothes, she and her husband headed into the City Hall, where the other council members were already awaiting them.

That left Jinora sitting on the building's doorsteps. Puffing in frustration, the ten-year-old supported her head on her outstretched palm that was balanced steadily by the elbow on her knee. Her wooden staff was placed beside her. Boredom almost engulfing and suffocating her, she began to take note of the clothing passersby were donned in. How different were they from the way Air Acolytes and her family dressed!

However, she was more or less exposed to the city in that amount of time than she had in her life.

She cringed when a plump woman had wobbled past, chewing on her komodo chicken satay with delight. She had a hearty laugh when she saw a rich citizen's ostrich-horse turn against him and rock him off the back of the beast. She was amazed to have seen a young man with wavy hair perform his waterbending abilities on a makeshift platform.

This was a part of the city that Jinora was so isolated from, growing up on an island where the last airbenders in the world lived. She had been subjected to airbending training (which she loved and excelled in, of course) and growing up with two hyperactive siblings for most of the decade she had been in this world, a new brother just arriving.

Seeing a family dressed in green walking past, Jinora recalled a fondly memory of when she was about seven.

"Daaaaaad! I wanna go to the city!" Jinora pleaded. She was determined to have her father bring her on a tour around the city. Her father was reluctant, however, and the calm man stroked his beard rather grandly. He looked in the air for awhile, as if considering whether to bring his daughter out or not.

Just then, as her father was about to send her off, Pema entered the messy firstborn childs bedroom. Pinching her nose, Pema shook her head in disgust. "Jinora! Clean up your room!" she ordered.

Jinora stomped her small foot on the floor, and wrinkled her nose. "No, I won't! I won't unless Daddy brings me out! I want him to bring me out!"

The airbending master looked at his wife. "Handle her!" he hissed.

Walking towards Jinora, Pema bent down and placed her hand on her daughter's. "Look, honey, if Daddy brings you out, would you clean your room?"

Jinora broke into a grin and jumped up a meter or two, sending a blast of wind in her mother's face. "I'll even clean up the whole island if you want!"

Returning to a normal standing posture, Pema looked at her husband, who's face was now a thousand different colors. Smiling warmly at him, Pema said, "Tenzin, you shall bring Jinora out. Give her some freedom. Air is the element of freedom, isn't it? Let her embrace it."

Having no other choice, Tenzin brought his young daughter to the urban city. He decided on visiting the Central City Station first.

"There, is Fire Lord Zuko," Tenzin stated with pride as he pointed to an impressive statue of the young Fire Lord Zuko. Jinora was awestruck.

"Why is the left side of his face red, Daddy?" she asked with curiosity.

"His own Daddy burned him."

Jinora gasped. "What happened to his Daddy, then?"

"He was thrown in prison," he said with a smirk, as if the thought amused him.

"What about his mommy?"

"Well, his mother was-"

"Councilman Tenzin!" A shout had interrupted the conversation between father and daughter. A few yards away, a small figure was running towards them. When the figure finally approached, Jinora realised it was the Council Page.

"Yes?" the man asked, a bit alarmed.

Breathing heavily, the Council Page panted, "The election results are out. May I have a word with you in a quieter area, please?"

The Councilman flinched, surprising his daughter. "Yes! Of course." he turned to Jinora. "Wait for me here. Avoid talking to strangers, alright?" With that, he rushed off.

Jinora flew around in her glider to past time, almost coming in contact with the burning fire in the hands of the statue of the scarred Fire Lord. Her actions drew glances from passersby, though ignored by most. Then, she saw a dozen children staring at her from the ground. They looked so tiny!

Suddenly, Jinora felt a small, hard object hitting her shoulder in the midst of flight. "Ow!" she screamed. She then descended fast and clumsily onto ground, only to be welcomed by half a dozen children aroun her age, the oldest only about nine. They were dressed in ragged and tattered clothes, and smelled as if they hadn't bathed in a year.

As Jinora got up on her feet, the oldest, a girl, snatched away her glider. The girl looked at it, tilting her head up and down. "What's this?!"

"Give it back!" Jinora protested.

"Do it, Katyin." A voice hissed from behind. Shocked, Jinora turned around. It was a boy, also around nine, raising a large rock with earthbending, glaring at the girl- Katyin.

"Skoochy!" Katyin gasped. She quickly returned the glider back to Jinora, beads of sweat trickling down her forehead. "I-I thought you are running some numbers for the Red Monsoons."

"I was running some numbers for them. I got enough yuans to live off on for another three days or so." the boy, Skoochy, said. It was obvious that he was the leader of these street children. Meanwhile, Jinora stood in between the two, clutching her glider against her chest.

"Really?" Katyin asked, sounding almost happy.

"Yes, now lets play a game of Lao Ying Zhua Xiao Ji, shall we?" Skoochy shouted. The street children nodded in delight. Then, Skoochy turned to Jinora, who was pressed up against the platform of the statue, extremely shaken. "Wanna play with us, whatever your name is."

Jinora nodded her head timidly, muttering her name and making sure that Skoochy would ever comprehend it. Just then, she saw her father walking towards her direction, looking troubled. Without a word, Jinora rushed off to the councilman.

"Jinora," her father reprimanded, "what did I tell you about talking to these strangers?"

"Wait..." she heard Skoochy's yells behind her faint into the distance as she and her father walked off. "I don't even know your name!"

Jinora turned around and smiled at the boy. "Thank you!" she yelled. Then, she caught up with Tenzin.

"Hey, you look familiar." Jinora heard a distinct voice, as if she had heard it before.

Looking up, she saw a oh so very recognizable boy, with his dark brown hair, hat, and various ragged clothes.

"Skoochy?"