A Little Contemplation


Disclaimer: The Legend of Korra belongs to Bryke. If I had it, I'm pretty sure I would be working on it right now instead of writing fanfictions. :p

Rating: K/T – no warnings.

Pairing: Tiny hints of Makorra.

Word count: 576 words.

Author's note: I haven't written anything for so long, aside from the occasional essays for school! So yeah…I've been wanting to write something for ATLA (or LOK). So here's my little drabble for LOK :) It's a little pointless, but I hope you guys will enjoy this!


Korra was never a patient person. When she first discovered she was the Avatar, instead of waiting for Masters to come teach her, she wanted to learn everything now. She started blasting fire here and there and throwing rocks everywhere. Her talent never got questioned.

Her impatience, however, made her the living epitome of "acting before you think."

Later in life, her lack of restraint would constantly get her in numerous troubles, her teachers had said. She didn't believe them.

Until now.

"Fire Ferret Waterbender, penalty! Move back one zone."

Korra doesn't get it. She knocks off the player from the ring! Doesn't that mean she's one step closer to winning? "What! Why?" She protests, incredulity gracing her face. Mako, the team captain, glared at her.

"You're only allowed to knock players off the back of the ring," he explains, whispering harshly, and then gestures to the sides of the ring, "not over the sides!"

Then understanding dawns on her. "Oh," she says dumbly. "Whoops."


This is why Mako didn't agree to letting that girl be the substitute for that no-good Hasook. At least Hasook knows the rules. But her? He told her to not do anything—she should've listened and just try to not get knocked off the ring.

It's better to get disqualified because they don't have enough players rather than because they commit too many fouls. At least, that's his opinion. But they already compete, so he figures he should think of a strategy to fix this new team dynamic to win this game, not thinking about what he should've done.

After he sees the girl getting thrown off the ring, "The next round, I'll try to help her avoid a lot of attacks," he thinks, realizing that she's better in offense rather than defense.

His plan goes to waste. Bolin and him is sprayed with water continuously to the point of huddling over to the sides. Korra, on the other hand, is attacked with earth discs and fire here and there. All of a sudden, the referee comments, "She's still in the game, folks! And she's moving like an entirely different player! All of the sudden the Platypus Bears' strikes are only striking air!"

Mako's ears perks up. What? Does he hear that right?

Well, well. Seems like they'll have a chance in winning, he thinks, smirking.


When they win, he finds the need to tell her he's kind of wrong about her. "Korra. What can I say? You really came alive in the last round," he starts, not really knowing how to give a praise, "The way you dodged their attacks…you really are a natural." He gives her a small smile, a gesture that he hopefully she understands as the start of respect or recognition from him.

Then he sees her face light up a little at the praise. "Thanks!" she says, her bright blue eyes staring straight to him. "But I can't take all the credit," she continues, a shy yet enthusiastic smile forms on her mouth, "Someone else taught me those moves."

He agrees to Bolin's idea of making Korra their permanent team-mate. For now, he'll give her a chance. That night, he stares at the Air Temple—the place where she's staying—thinking of what things will change from her joining the team, not knowing that Korra's staring right back at where he's staying, wondering what will come next from Probending and knowing the brothers.


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