First Fanfiction...Legend of Korra seemed like a good topic(: Just a little story for your entertainment. I don't own anything.
In this story, Noatak is 19 and Korra is 17. I made them about the same age... So Noatak had just ditched his family and Korra had just arrived at Republic City.
This story begins right after Noatak bloodbended Yakone and asked Tarrlok to run away with him, which he refused. Then Noatak ran away alone into the snow storm. Hope you enjoy it!
—Noatak's POV
The icy blizzard whipped across Noatak's face but he didn't feel a thing at all; subconsciously bending all the snow and ice away from him.
He refused to think about Tarrlok or his father. They were good for nothing; useless, pathetic. He would not be dragged down by them. It was time he made his own path and not blindly followed his father.
He did not know how long he was out there in that storm, or how many deep footprints his heavy boots made in the snow. He didn't care; and no one else cared either.
He continued running and disappeared into the howling night.
—Noatak's POV
Finally, Noatak slowed down when dawn came, though he did not allow himself to stop moving. A faint light shone over the icy ground, emitting a soft haze.
His legs were numb from running the whole night, but he did not pause to rest. He knew where he was going and he would not stop until he reached his goal.
Despite the remoteness of the Northern Water Tribe, Noatak knew quite a lot about the cities on the other side of the world. He supposed it was because of Yakone's endless rants about his "heroic" deeds in Republic City. His thoughts swerved away from the memories and he continued walking. I will forget about them. I am alone. I have no family. There was never even a family to begin with...not with that monster.
Noatak calculated briefly and realized that it would take him at least a few weeks to reach the outskirts of the Republic Nation on foot. With that in mind, his long strides quickened and he began to run again across the endlessly frozen land, away from his past and his broken family.
—Korra's POV
Korra yawned and stretched until she felt that her tendons would snap. She slowly eased back onto her bed and burrowed herself in the warm blanket. It was December, and Avatar or not, she could not obtain enough heat to block out the freezing air.
Ugh, airbending lesson today again.
Korra sighed deeply and imagined meditating in this cold temperature. She shivered at the thought. No…no way in hell…she had to get out of here today.
After contemplating the consequences, Korra decided it was worth it to ditch class. She hurriedly dressed herself and slid out the window. A blast of freezing air greeted her and she gasped at the intensity. Looking in all directions, she ran across the concrete of the Air Temple Island as silently as possible and jumped off the cliff at the edge of the island.
Korra grunted slightly when she landed on Naga, waiting in the waters below the cliff. The familiar soft white fur surrounded her and she silently urged Naga to swim forward, towards the mainland of Republic City. She waterbended so that a steady wave pushed Naga from behind and sped up the swim across the wide expanse of the lake.
—Noatak's POV
Noatak finally reached Republic City.
He had changed his heavy water tribe clothes for the simple fashion of the city so he would not stand out and attract attention.
It was probably unwise to clearly reveal his face to the public for he resembled his father, who was the most wanted criminal in the city, but he needed information because his father's version of the Republic City was probably outdated. And...Noatak would not cover his face and hide away like a coward. There was nothing to be afraid of. He was a bloodbender, and also quite capable of killing.
He walked around calmly and blended in with the mass of people swarming around the streets in the cold December morning. Noatak looked around and spotted a quiet little restaurant on the right side of the street. He seamlessly flowed through the crowd and stepped into the dimly lit restaurant.
He found a table at the far corner of the room and sat down. A waitress walked up to him slowly and asked what he wanted on the menu. Noatak noticed her unwavering gaze on his face and turned to look at her.
"Is something wrong?" He asked coldly. His blue eyes were equally icy.
The waitress blushed deeply and she stuttered, "W-Would you like to order?"
"Tell me something about Republic City." Noatak ignored her question.
The girl looked surprised. "Uh…probending," she said after a while.
Noatak narrowed his eyes, "Elaborate."
"You've got to be joking! You don't know probending? The Fire Ferrets? The Wolfbats? My goodness!"
Noatak's blue eyes pierced into hers and he whispered menacingly, "Elaborate, girl."
The waitress visibly shivered. She started explaining probending in a timid voice… the rules, the top probending teams, the probending arena. Noatak thought it was strange that the citizens of Republic City cared so much for these stupid bending matches.
"There is a match tonight; I would suggest going if you're interested. I'll be there, too." The girl seemed to have regained her confidence, and she twitched her body suggestively.
He nodded slightly and dismissed her, without ordering anything. He pushed back his chair and walked toward the door, ignoring the look of disappointment on the girl's face.
"Probending, huh. I am quite curious…"
—Korra's POV
Naga galloped across the streets of Republic City, cutting a wide path through the crowded street. Korra loudly apologized to all the passing people as they glared back annoyingly.
She had no idea where to go now that she was actually here, for her only thoughts before were to escape from the air temple island.
Hmmm. Maybe a bowl of hot noodles to warm me up.
She stopped in front of a small restaurant and Naga obediently lied down outside while Korra ducked under the doorway flaps and entered.
Smack!
She slammed headfirst into something hard and almost fell over from the impact. A hand shot out and grasped her arm, and Korra regained her balance, her head buzzing. She looked up to apologize but was struck speechless.
It was a boy who was about her own age, perhaps a bit older. A very handsome one, too, though he looked bitter and cold. But what made Korra dumbstruck the most was his hair. It looked…exactly like hers.
"Apologies." He released Korra and stepped out of the restaurant.
She remained in doorway and looked wonderingly after him. Something about the boy captured her interest, though there really wasn't anything peculiar about him, except maybe that he looked way too calculating and menacing for his age. But...his hair! Is he a water tribe member, too? He must be from the North, then. Korra shrugged. It's not my problem. We'll probably never meet again. She finally went inside to have some noodles.
A/N: Reviews? I'd like to hear your thoughts (: