A/N: Hello again! This is just another drabble that I whipped up, and I must say that I quite liked how it turned out. It takes place at the end of Episode 2: A Leaf in the Wind, where Mako is looking out the window, so keep that image in your head as you read. I just love writing Makorra from a brooding Mako point of view! Anyway, review and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I don't own The Legend of Korra.
A Curiosity
He was afraid of few things. He could name all his fears on one hand, easy. Losing his brother, the only family he had left, and moving back on the streets to live a life as scavengers and beggars were the things he was afraid of most, however. But heights didn't quite make his list of fears. Take now, for example. He sat atop the window sill in the apartment he shared with his brother, perched precariously on the ledge of the wide open window. Below him, The Pro-Bending Arena glowed brightly, cutting through the fog that lay over Yue Bay. With one harsh gust of wind, he could easily tumble into the calm waters to his death. But he didn't mind. He enjoyed the view. Heights just posed a curiosity. Like his fears, not many things made him curious. Unlike his brother, who stuck his nose into just about everything, he preferred to accept things as they were. But maybe that was about to change. As of now, his gaze was directed across the Bay, where Air Temple Island was just visible through the twilight fog. There the newly arrived Avatar resided. And that posed quite a large curiosity, he had to admit. Just this past week, she had unexpectedly come barging into his life. As far as Avatars went, Mako expected to meet a shriveled old man or woman, wise with the knowledge of many past lives and strong in the ways of all the elements. Instead, he was met with a seventeen year old girl with a passion for life and bending that far exceeded his own. Bolin had insisted that she was something special. He usually trusted his brother's judgment, but in this case, he wasn't so sure. He still had to pass judgment of his own. She was wild and erratic, and that made him wary. Yet she had put herself on his Pro-Bending team (although, deep down, he was grateful for that). But his curiosity was not fully about her character, but about her motives. She was the Avatar. She could have chosen to join any Pro-Bending team in Republic City, yet she chose his. Any team would have welcomed her. What were her motives? What was there for her to gain? The winnings from the tournament, possibly? Or was it the recognition and publicity for helping a rookie team rise to greatness? All these questions bounced around in his head as he gazed at her place of residence. He was frustrated; he didn't know what to think of her. She was like a puzzle he couldn't solve, a bending move he couldn't quite complete. In time, he knew, he would someday complete the puzzle; complete the bending sequence, and put his curiosity to rest.
End