Here it is! The first chapter of my fabulous story! Well don't just sit here reading this A/N, read on! And then after maybe review? That'd be nice. yeah. :)

If you haven't read Trusting Humanity yet, you might not get everything in here. But don't worry! You can hurry and go read it right now!

-PMI


"AH no! You got me! Tell my family I love them!-" A voice rang through the house and laughter followed as Bolin walked to the house's door, bags in hand. He opens the door, only to have his youngest daughter run to him and capture his leg in a tiny embrace. "Daddy!" Her voice sings and he smiles wide. "Hi Kiddo!" He ruffles her hair, and turns his gaze to his babysitter, who lay on the ground with a wooden spoon 'in' their stomach and tongue halfway out of their mouth. Long brown hair spooled to the ground and a 'URP'(United Republic Police) sweatshirt is tossed to the side. "Korra, I thought you were watching my kids, not training them." Bolin laughs as Korra opens one eye and shushes him, "I'm dead! Shhhh!" She grins and his daughter jumps from him to Korra. "Oh Korra! You're back to life with my magical powers." She waves her hands around and Korra suddenly jumps up and flexes her arms. "Wow! I feel so alive!" Both girls laugh and Bolin smiles a loving smile. How long has it been since he's seen Korra actually smile and laugh normally? Since he's been working late, Bolin got into the routine of dropping her daughter off at Korra and Asami's house before he leaves for work. Opal, his wife of a few months, had left to Zaofu to help a clean up party for her family, leaving just him and his daughter. "Don't worry Bolin, I kept them in check." Bolin turns to see Asami standing with an apron on and a small playful smile as she leans again the door frame. Her ravenous locks fall down her back as she looks absolutely beautiful with a dazzling smile. Korra grins from where she stands, visibly checking her girlfriend out. "Hi Asami. Of course, I should've asked you to watch both of them!" Bolin places his hands at his hips, and Korra flashes him a dirty look causing him to laugh again, grabbing his stomach as he does. "Daddy? Can we go home now?" Bolin's daughter yanks at his pant leg. His laughing ceases and he nods, "Yeah, let's get going."

"So. How was she?" Bolin now sits at his own house table with Korra, as she watches Asami sweep Bolin's daughter down the hall to sleep. Korra nods, "She was good. She's got your wild side, but has Opal's manners." Korra tears her gaze from Asami and shifts it to Bolin, who grins widely at her. They both sit with steaming cups of freshly brewed coffee, the late hours of the night catching up with them. "I know. She's quite a cutie. How are you two, anyway?" Korra mirrors his grin, "Everything is going as it should be. Asami's been working hard as the CEO, but she's got me to balance her and I've got her to balance me with the police work. Which is being a pain in the ass right now. There are still bandit groups roaming around from the rebellion." She shrugs as if she's told this her whole life, and Bolin smiles. Everyone refers to the events from before as 'the rebellion'. Bolin changes the subject before his memory gets to him. "Are you going to propose?" Korra's eyes shine as she leans her body to glance down the hall, making sure the coast was clear, then smiles her wide, goofy smile. "Yup. I'm hoping I can do it tomorrow. I made the ring myself with the help from my old friend Katara. It's beautiful Bolin, you should see it." Her smile in infectious and Bolin had no words to say. Korra deserves to be happy after all the pain she was put through. "Good luck. I'm happy for you both. And I'm sure your mom would be too." He places a hand upon the tan girl's, and smiles again. "Thanks Bolin."

"It's been a while since we've had some time alone together, huh?" Korra states and guides Asami by the arm as they walk in the summer night around the city. The stars fill the sky extra light tonight, with a soft warm breeze that sends its waves into Asami's raven colored hair. "I know. It's nice. Relaxing. Whenever I'm with you I feel as though my cares are washed away and I don't have a worry in the world." Asami says to her and Korra smiles, "Same for me. I'm glad. I really care about you, you know." Asami tightens her hold on Korra's arm, sliding her body up and planting a chaste kiss on the tan girl's cheek. "So, dinner then?" Asami looks to Korra who is still grinning from ear to ear. "Right this way, sweetheart."

Dinner went without a hitch. Korra brought them to the famous Narook's, where both of them loved and couldn't get enough of. Korra had personally asked for Asami's favorite music to be played secretly; but soon cracked and told her when Asami asked about it, who in turn, assured her it was indeed very romantic. The whole time they laughed at jokes they've said to one another and longing looks were passed across the table. Asami didn't want the night to end, and she certainly didn't want to leave Korra to go back to work again. "So how is work? Liking your new office?" Korra smirks and so does Asami. "You certainly like my new office too. No wonder there were locks on the door." Korra blushes instantly and Asami laughs. She would never fail to make Korra flustered. "Yeah- well, I put those there for a reason, let's leave it at that. Remember, we are in a public place dear." Asami grins playfully and slides her foot on Korra's leg from under the table. "I know. But I can be secretive." Korra just raises a brow and chuckles, shaking her head. "Alright miss flirty, let's get home." "I hope there are locks there too."

Korra couldn't be more nervous than she already was. Her plams were sweaty and her hands were shaking as she tried desperately to fit the key in the lock of their home. Finally she slides it in and opens to the nice, cool house they've been waiting for. "It feels so good in here! It's so hot outside." Asami lets out a slight gasp as she slides to the couch, guiding Korra with her as she shuts the door. "I know! It does feel good. But so does being with you." Korra grins and she watches her girlfriend blush, "You know, it's things like that you say that make me fall for you even more." Asami brushes a strand of hair from Korra's face and leans in, pressing her lips to Korra's before she could say anything else. As much as Korra wanted this to last, (which she certainly did), she had work to do and needed to get it done. So she pulls away after a moment, to which Asami is surprised. Korra smiles and puts a finger to her lover's lips, "Don't worry. There's just something I've got to tell you." She smiles and sits up, looking onto Asami's eyes before a knock at the door interrupts her. Both girls look to the door, then back at each other. "Who could it be?" Asami asks and watches Korra get up rather quickly. "I don't know. But it better be important."

"Iroh?" Asami hears Korra ask with a strange tone and shifts to let the old friend in. "Korra; Asami." He nods and Asami nods back in acknowledgement. "What's going on?" Korra asks, her voice changing into the voice Asami almost wanted to forget. It's the voice of her old, conflicted soldier voice that she used during her rebel times. Hard to believe that was only a year and a half ago. "You might want to sit down for a moment." Iroh says, gesturing to the couch. Korra sits, and Asami grabs her hand to let her know she's not alone. This didn't sound good, and Asami felt their peaceful time alone without fighting has come to a sorry end.

"President Raiko sent me here. It seems there are still some towns that are infested with the undead. Although we've tried to give the antidote Mr. Sato made to most of them, it seems we've run out of resources to produce more of it. Which means, we've run out of the antidote." Iroh sighs and runs a hand through his dark locks. "What does this have to do with us?" Korra asks. Orange eyes clash with blue. "Our men aren't trained enough to kill these things. Many have already died or become them right as we speak. The undead population has grown ten times as big as it was when we first started. They're multiplying by the seconds. Our men can't get into an area near here, where the president has something stashed in that he wants us to retrieve. He's sent out everyone, and only few come back to say they couldn't make it. The item is right in the city's core-" "So the president wants us to get it for him?" Asami interrupts Iroh, and watches Korra as her hand tightens in Asami's hold. Iroh nods, "Yes. You two are the last he's gone to. Mako has been too busy with the clean up crew and Bolin can't leave his family, so we came to you seeking assistance."

Korra suddenly stands, "Why can't they do it? You should just train them and you yourself should go with. Is it that hard? What's so special about this item anyway?" Korra is almost in a shout, and Asami grabs her girlfriend's wrist. "Hey, calm down." Korra allows Asami to pull her back down on the couch into a small embrace. From time to time, Korra would have these episodes where her nightmares would catch up to her and it would terrify her to a point where she would freak out over random things. At one moment, Asami was talking with her while cooking and held up a knife and caused Korra to instantly attack her and pull the knife from her and press it to Asami's neck before the Sato girl would snap her out of it. Of course, Asami didn't blame her; she was kept captive for over a few months and watched her own father die by her hands. She was bound to have some post-traumatic stress. "Let me get this straight then. The president wants us to retrieve an item in the heart of an area near here, filled with zombies, because we're the best he has?" Asami rubs Korra's back to calm her down while she speaks. Iroh again, nods. "Yes. He's giving you a few days to think it over. But I just want to tell you, we've lost a lot of people. It's dangerous, and it's only the two of you. If you go through with this, be smart. We'll give you the run down later, when you decide." He stand as his orange eyes glimmer in the light from the house, and Asami can tell he's holding back tears. He's probably suffering just as much as Korra is. "Alright, we'll get back to you." Asami nods, and watches Iroh cross to the door. "And Iroh?" He turns to the girls, who stare at him. "It was nice to see you." They both say. Iroh smiles, "For me as well."

Finally Korra is out of the shower, rubbing a towel on her head as her darkened hair cascades down her shoulder. "I don't like it." She starts, and Asami sighs while laying on their bed, reading an elegant book. She sets it down, looking to Korra to hear her explanation, which Korra dives right into. "I mean, what's so special about this item? Obviously they won't tell us what it is, but we'll end up seeing it anyway, right? And why couldn't anyone 'not be trained enough' to kill some zombies? You just shoot 'em in the head and go on your merry way!" Korra throws the towel into the corner, completely missing the laundry basket, and plops onto the base of the bed. "I just think they haven't tried everything. Just train some soldiers and get them going. And they've suddenly run out of sources for the antidote? What the hell did your father use for it that could run out?"

Asami plays with Korra's wet strands of hair and sighs, "We were already running out of resources to begin with, Hun. No one kept tabs on them when the rebellion started. It was bound to happen sometime. My father probably used rare sources too, so there weren't much of those either." Korra shifts to head to gaze at Asami. "Alright. But what about the training?" Green eyes shine in thought. "Hm. Maybe the item is too important to lose time. It does take a while to train someone, you out of everyone should know that." Korra looks away, defeated. "I guess you're right. But I just don't like it. What if something happens to us?...To you?" The Sato girl slides a hand on Korra's cheek, "I know. I've thought the same thing. But too many people are dying out there. We should do our best not to let anymore die. And if the president wants that item so bad, it must be really important. We can't turn our backs on the president again. Remember? We have to keep order."
Korra lets out a long sigh, before she turns her body to wrap her arms around Asami. "I suppose you're right. You always seem to see the good in things, don't you?" Asami responds by tightening her grip on Korra, "I just don't want things to turn out like they did before. I want you to be happy." Korra presses a kiss to Asami's cheek. "I know. And I want you to be happy too. I guess we have no choice?" Asami nods, "Let's just get it over with." Korra then grins a little, sliding her hand down Asami's back. "And maybe after it's over, we could get away. Go to the fire nation, the beach. Have some time alone for a few days." In Korra's mind, a honeymoon was indeed in the plan, but in Asami's mind, it's just a vacation. She smiles and kisses Korra with passion, "Mmm, sounds great."


So how is it so far? I mean, it IS only the first chapter. Can I ask if you're already excited to read more? If not, I'll try my best to make it as interesting as possible. Okay peeps, my questions for reviews are the following:

1. What do you think the 'item' is that President Raiko wants so bad?

2. Do you think Korra will actually have a chance to propose?

AND last but not least:

3. Pick one or the other: Zaheer or Amon?

Answer these in your reviews, because I would LOVE to hear your answers! Or not, that's perfectly fine. More to come and more to read! And so, read on!

-PMI