Hey, PepsiOD here. This is my first Fanfic, so while I don't expect anyone to go easy on it because of that (In fact, please be brutally honest), I do hope you can keep that in mind when any of you may comment on what I've written. And just a disclaimer, I do not own the Avatar franchise (Would be cool if I did, but it would be a bit too different), that is produced by Nickelodeon and created by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko, so all rights and copyright goes to them.

Or, more professionally or simply; Avatar Korra (C) by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko.

Hope y'all enjoy, and please feel free to comment.

Chapter One

-Night (夜)-

-Bolin-

No.

What.

Why.

Mako.

Bland, I know. But they were the only words going around my head at that time. I didn't have any words at all to describe just how hurt I was when I saw them.

Mako, my brother. My only family.

And Korra, the girl of my dreams.

The two of them, my pro-bending team, kissing on that balcony.

That short time in which it happened didn't feel anywhere near as long as it was. It felt like a forever where they just did something so blasphemous, and didn't even notice me, with that bouquet of pink roses I bought just for Korra, with my own share of the team's money.

I should've known that all those team issues would've lead to this. But I don't even bother to think about it. I feel my nose leak. Thick, disgusting ooze just pouring down my face and into my lips.

I couldn't look anymore, all I could do was just cry, and run back as fast as I could, I even forgot that Pabu was clinging to my shoulder, now I could just about feel his claws dig into my shirt.

"Bolin, this isn't what you think!" Mako yelled, but I wouldn't listen. I ran like I didn't want to see him again, which I didn't.

I ran like when that man in the alley killed my parents, when I saw their blood soaking their clothes, their faces full of pain and terror.

I ran like I didn't want to live anymore. I didn't even know whether or not I did anymore.

I ran until I couldn't breathe anymore, and my heart felt like it was gonna burst. I'd never sweated so much in my life, even in the first game I played for the Fire Ferrets, where Toza reassured me with compliments and punches to the shoulder, but I was so nervous regardless, and even that couldn't compare with how much I sweat just now.

I looked up, and saw the sign with the characters saying; "Narook's Seaweed Noodlery". I growled in disgust when it reminded me of Korra only hours ago. Korra. The girl with the light brown skin, the dark hair of a panther-hawk, and those piercing, blue eyes that only water tribespeople normally have.

Korra. The girl meant for me. I fantasized about the days where we first kiss, where we first consummated our love and then marriage, where I first held our child's hand. Guess it was all never meant to be.

As much as I hated the thought of her right now, I knew Pabu was hungry, since I could still hear the high pitched gurgling of his tiny stomach right next to my right ear, and I was hungry too. I didn't have the leftover energy to run another mile, so I had no other choice but to walk in. I was greeted with the smell of fish. Pungent but manageable. The owner of the restaurant, Narook, a middle-aged man from the Northern water tribe, (or south, I can't remember) greeted me with a big smile on his face.

"Hey, Bolin!" He boomed, "Back so soon already, I see? Heard the game went real good tonight. You really killed that tie-breaker!"

"Yeah," I replied with my eyes to the ground and my hands in my pockets. I sniffed, "I guess."

Narook's expression changed to a concerned one. "Say, I'm not getting a good vibe outta you." He put his hands on my drooping arms. "You alright? You look like you died and got possessed by an angry spirit."

"Nah, Narook. I'm fine."

"If that means you're feeling like absolute shit, then I'd agree." He muttered. He began to look a bit uneasy. "I mean, you're Bolin for cryin' out loud! You're always so happy, so peppy, and the girls here love you! Eesh, now you look like you're Mako in Tahno's body…"

That comment particularly caught my nerves. My nose flared, my eyes burned, and my fists immediately clenched. I must've scared Narook, because he jumped back almost a metre back, with an expression of shock frozen on his face. For once in this past hour I felt sorry. I look down at my hands, and I see I clenched them so hard they've gone bright red. Narook didn't deserve me to almost blow up at him. I opened my mouth to apologize, but I couldn't make a sound. Finally tears ran down the sides of my face and the sound of my whimpering and sobbing broke the silence. Even with my face in my hands I knew I had attracted a crowd of eyes to point in my direction. The amount of my frustration, my anger, my sadness, and now my embarrassment was crippling.

"I'm… sorry… Narook… I'll leave now… thanks anyway…." I manage rattle out of my throbbing throat. I turn around to make my way to the door. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"Wait." I hear Narook say calmly, slowly, and in a soothing, but monotone voice. "Look, I know it's none of my business, so I won't ask. All I'll say is that you need to calm down, especially before your big game tomorrow, and I know that you cannot screw it up."

"But that doesn't matter right now. So just this once, you get all the noodles, all the rice wine, and all the whatever-the-heck else you want tonight. Understand? I don't even know if you're the age to drink yet, but you look old enough anyway. You could use a couple'a shots too. But. Just. This. Once. You hear me?" I nod my head in silence. "Good." He replies. He turns to return to his office. "Hanako-san! Get this man a bowl of my famous crab and wonton noodle soup! And make sure you do it right! Don't you think for a second that I forgot the incident with the Yu Dao river urchins…"

I sat down at the nearest table, and it was the one right in the far right corner from the entrance. And in just a few minutes I got my bowl. I hastily grabbed my chopsticks, and began gorging myself. My mouth was filled to the point of my cheeks stretching out. I didn't have much time to savour the flavor, but I could taste the shrimp, all clumped together in a single dumpling, and the crab, soft, but crunchy. Encased and fried in batter, and so easily uncovered. The meat was soft and stringy, almost melting in my mouth. The green noodles disappeared as quickly as they came. And not even a moment after, I hoisted the bowl up, and just swallowed all the soup. I didn't even care about people staring, I just needed to eat. I realize I completely forgot about Pabu. So since I was already ordering for him, I could just get another.

It was then I realized why Narook's noodles were so famous.

So yeah, my first chapter of my first fanfic. Please let me know what I did alright so I can continue doing it, and what I can improve, as honestly as you can. Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to check the next chapter out ;)