Well this was supposed to be a oneshot sort of thing that I wrote for fun... but I thought, why not turn this into something more?

So, here it is. Even though I don't think I actually have a plot in mind... enjoy this anyways...?

Disclaimer: I don't own LOK, or ATLA.

Chapter 1: Skateboards and Supply Boxes

Building Republic City's annual fair hadn't been her idea, but, since her father had so kindly asked her to do it, Asami Sato had agreed to oversee it. Being the only daughter of the genius engineer Hiroshi Sato, Asami had seen her fair share of work, from helping her father run his company Future Industries to designing her own inventions. However, with the school year approaching its third week, Asami would have preferred it if her father hadn't given her an extra assignment to do. Not that she would have complained about it, of course.

As if on cue, her phone rang, and Asami pulled it out, noting that the call was from her father.

"Ah, Asami," Hiroshi said, and Asami couldn't help but smile a little. She loved her father, and talking to him always put her at ease.

"I'm on my way to pick up the supplies," Asami interrupted, knowing exactly what her father had been about to say.

"On task as always," Hiroshi replied, his tone proud but also amused. Asami could picture a small smile on her father's face, the one he always reserved just for her.

"Did you need anything else?" Asami asked, taking out her car keys and unlocking her car.

"They need some extra hands over at one of the booths," Hiroshi said. "Apparently, one of the managers got sick this morning, and the workers can't figure out the blueprints by themselves. They'll need someone to help them, so I'll be going over."

Asami started the engine of her car. "Which means you won't be able to get the other supplies or pass them out."

"That's right."

Asami nodded to herself. "That should be fine. It won't take me long to get them. I'll just head to the other locations first before stopping at the warehouse. Did you want me to hand them directly over to you?"

"No, you can just give it to one of the men; they'll know what to do with them."

"Okay. Is Varrick going to be here any time soon?"

"No. He's working on more plans in his office." Asami imagined her father shaking his head.

"But don't worry about him," Hiroshi continued. "He knows what he's supposed to do. That man will do anything for money, and Raiko is offering plenty."

From her previous experiences with Iknik Blackstone Varrick, who preferred to be called Varrick most the time, Asami knew her father was right.

"Okay, I'll be going now." Asami was about to hang up when Hiroshi spoke.

"Thank you, Asami," her father said. "I know how busy you are these days, but I really do appreciate your help with this fair."

"Don't worry," Asami said. "It's never a problem for me. I'll be seeing you in half an hour, then."

Hiroshi agreed, and the two ended their call.

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As Asami parked her car, she looked at the area next to the parking lot, where Republic City's annual fair was to be held. The outlines of some sort of carousel could be seen, and small booths dotted the land. There was a slight wind picking up, bringing the smell of sawdust and dirt with it. Men were walking at hurried paces, carrying different loads of building materials while a few police officers were standing guard and keeping the public away.

Asami didn't understand why President Raiko would want to have the fair in a new location this year, especially since the previous one, which had been in use for five years now, was perfectly fine. Even more, he had sold the old one to some company, and had set aside this crappy land for the fair, which was to occur in one month. Sometimes, Asami wished her father were president. He would have made a better one than Raiko, at any rate.

Asami got out of her car, lifting the trunk and placing the supply boxes onto a hand truck. Finished with her stacking, Asami wheeled the hand truck across the paved parking lot, and onto the uneven soil. No one stopped her, and she wasn't surprised. Her face was one all the workers knew, and none here questioned her right to be at the construction site.

Asami stopped, taking a little break as she unfolded a map from her pocket and checked to see where she was going. At this stage of construction, all the booths looked exactly the same, save for the carousel and ferris wheel sites, and Asami knew she would get lost without looking at her map.

"Hey, watch out!"

Without any warning, a skateboarder crashed into her, knocking all the supply boxes—which were, fortunately, filled with sturdy metallic objects—off the hand truck. Asami herself landed on the ground, puzzled as to what had just happened, though her hand had remained gripping her map.

"Whoops, sorry!" a feminine voice called out, and Asami looked up to see a girl on a skateboard. She had long, dark brown hair tied up in a pigtail of sorts, with tanned skin and a wide smile. What caught Asami's attention the most, however, were the girl's eyes, which were a brilliant blue that matched the color of her tank top. Asami continued staring, a little awed, as the girl skillfully regained her balance on her skateboard, before speeding away.

"Wait! Stop! Come back here, Korra!"

As Asami stood up and smoothed her skirt out, she watched, bemused, as a young man ran after the skateboarder. He was tall, with mostly neat black hair combed upwards. He was dressed in a gray sweater and the red scarf wrapped around his neck danced in the wind as he ran. With a start, Asami recognized him as one of her former classmates, Mako.

Mako ran past her, his gaze fixed on the skateboarding girl, and Asami stooped to pick up the boxes and place them back on the hand truck. She paused briefly to wonder what Mako—and the girl—was doing at a place like this, before shrugging and returning to the task at hand.

"You can't catch me, Mako!" the girl yelled suddenly, and Asami almost dropped the box she had picked up. She watched as the girl stuck her tongue out at Mako, which seemed to annoy him further.

"Get back here, Korra!" Mako shouted, closing the distance between them as the girl, Korra, slowed due to the upwards incline she had reached.

"Hey, no fair!" Korra whined as Mako finally caught up, grabbing her roughly by the collar.

"You think you can just get away after knocking over the poor lady's stuff?" Mako demanded, dragging the protesting girl back towards Asami.

"It's not my fault," Korra said stubbornly, her skateboard trailing next to her. "Who walks in the middle of the road like that? And, anyways, I did warn her."

"I don't care if you did or did not warn her," Mako scolded. "You are going to apologize to her now."

"Noooo," Korra whined. "Why do I have to apologize? I didn't do anything wrong!"

Mako looked as if he was about to strangle Korra, but held himself back at the last minute.

"Just apologize to her."

The duo stopped in front of Asami, and it was then Mako noticed who it was.

"Oh, Asami, I didn't know it was you," Mako said, looking flustered.

"Hello, Mako," Asami said politely.

"Asami?" Korra asked, raising an eyebrow as she smiled slyly. "You mean that one girl who you—"

"So, how have you been?" Mako interrupted, putting a hand over Korra's mouth to stop her from talking.

"I've been better," Asami admitted. "It's not every day I'm knocked down by a skateboard."

Mako laughed nervously. "Sorry about Korra. She tends to go a little fast."

"You're just slow," Korra muttered, but Mako ignored her.

"Have you been here the entire day?" Mako asked, and Asami nodded.

"Pretty much. What about you? What are you doing here?"

Mako gestured vaguely with his hands. "I'm an intern with the police, and Chief Beifong stationed me here today. Though, actually, I'm on break right now with this girl here."

"This girl has a name," Korra said, shoving Mako off her.

"The name's Korra," Korra introduced, offering a hand. Asami accepted it, noting the firm grip the other girl had.

"Asami Sato."

Korra's eyes didn't widen in recognition like so many others had before her, and Asami was curious to know if this girl truly didn't know who she was, or was unimpressed by her.

It seemed to the be the latter, as Korra crossed her arms, frowning a little. "So, you're that Asami."

"Don't be rude, Korra," Mako said. "And you still haven't apologized to her."

Korra huffed, looking away. "Okay, so maybe I could have been a bit more careful with where I was going."

"Korra…"

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I wasn't watching where I was going," Korra mumbled, scuffling the ground with her shoes and bringing dust into the air.

"Korra—!" Mako warned, covering his mouth and trying to blow the dust away with his hand.

Korra stopped scraping the ground. "Geez, Mako, I already said I was sorry."

Mako glared at her. "I can't believe Bolin left me with you."

"You mean I was left with you," Korra retorted.

"Anyways, let me help you with that," Mako said, returning his attention to Asami. Asami waved him off.

"It's fine. I got this," Asami said. There were only two boxes left, which Asami could easily have handled herself, but Korra and Mako beat her to it, each lifting a box. Asami couldn't help but observe how Korra had chosen the bigger, and heavier, box, leaving Mako with the smaller one.

"So, can I go now?" Korra asked, setting her skateboard back onto the ground.

Mako sighed. "Yes. Just don't run into anyone, or anything, else. Chief Beifong will have your head if you make a mess."

"Who are you kidding?" Korra said, "She loves me!"

"Unfortunately," said Mako.

Korra grinned, and got onto her skateboard, waving farewell to them as she left.

"I hope your head stays in place, Mako!"

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"Once again, I'd like to apologize for Korra's behavior," Mako said, setting down the hand truck that he had taken custody of.

Asami tried not to look annoyed as she took hold of her property; earlier, Mako had continuously insisted to help her take the supplies so she had been forced to smile and hand it over.

"It's fine. I've met ruder people." Asami gestured to one of the workers nearby, who glanced up in recognition and accepted the stack of supplies.

Mako nodded, looking unsure as he absentmindedly fidgeted with a small piece of wood.

"Besides, don't you remember how we met?" Asami asked, trying to comfort the nervous boy.

Mako's fingers stopped. "You remember that?"

"It was just last year, Mako."

"Right," said Mako, laughing awkwardly. He set the piece of wood down and checked his phone.

"Sorry, it looks like my break is over," Mako said, sounding reluctant. "I have to head back to my station."

Asami moved out of his way. "It was nice talking to you again, Mako."

"I agree," Mako said. He paused, as if gathering his courage, and then turned to face Asami. "I don't suppose you'd like to hang out again sometime…?"

"I'd like that," Asami reassured him. "I'll make sure not to run you over."

Mako chuckled. "I'm not sure I would mind too much."

Asami raised an eyebrow at him, and the boy flushed. It seemed Mako still had a crush on her, even though they hadn't see each other in three months.

"I still have your number, so I'll text you," Asami said, hurrying the conversation, and Mako, along. Even though she didn't personally know Chief Lin Beifong, Asami, like most everyone else in Republic City, knew of the police chief's strict reputation, and didn't want Mako to be punished for being late.

Mako smiled, looking a little dazed. "I'll see you at school, Asami."

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