A/N: Now, I understand that some of you will call me sick for making this pairing a thing, so allow me to address your complaints before you have a chance to write them down in the reviews.
Q: Aren't they the same person? Does this not count as incest?
A: Though they may technically be the same person, their personalities and their genetic make-ups(obviously) are entirely different. So, no. This would not count as incest. They are not blood related by any means and they will not produce genetically horrifying children. (No offense.)
Q: This seems... wrong...
A: That's not a question. Fuck off cunt.
Q: Why choose Aang when there are so many other people to pair Korra with?
A: My thought process was simple. Avatar Avatar = Potential Ship Material.
Q: This doesn't fit within the canon timeline at all?
A: That was a statement you altered to be a question. I will not answer this, as you know the answer.
Q: I just don't like this ship?
A: Refer to the above.
Q: If you intend on bringing Aang to the future, how does anything in that future exist? Aang wouldn't have had children with Katara, etc. How do you intend to fix that?
A: Finally. An adequate question. This Aang will have come from an alternate past. An alternate universe, you might say. I'm not going to reveal anymore, lest I spoil this first chapter.
(All these questions were provided by my good friend Max. I hate you Max.)
Now, heed my warning fair people of the internet. I come not to shove Korang (the hell?) in your faces, rather, I come to develop a well-written romance that may incite feelings that your cold, emotionally-dulled hearts have never felt before.
Before you bitch about my stuff not being at all canon: fuck you. I didn't watch most of LOK, so I'm utilizing Wikipedia to make up for my apparent lack of "canon expertise".
Enough of this rant. Off to the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
"Who would've thought..." Ozai chuckled as he descended to the pillars of rock that the Avatar had created. "The Avatar... reduced to such a pathetic state."
His laughter only grew louder as Aang desperately tried to get back up on his feet, only to have his legs give out. The Fire Lord approached the boy slowly, with a condescending grin plastered on his face, "How cute."
A hard boot met the back of Aang's head, causing him to cry out in pain. "You... won't get away with this Ozai... M-my friends... they'll de-"
"Definitely what? Kill me?" He jeered. "I'm afraid they're all... a little occupied."
Ozai removed his foot from the boy's head and motioned to the devastating conflict around them. Everywhere they looked, destruction reigned. Hundreds of lives lost every minute; piles dead soldiers slowly growing on the ground, but it was not this that had caught caught Aang's eye. Two figures -one clad in green and the other blue- falling from an aircraft.
Toph and Sokka.
They were over water, of course, but it didn't matter. Neither of them could water bend, and a fall from that height would make the water seem like concrete. They were as good as dead. Even though they had promised him that they -all of them- would come back alive. Aang felt stomach bile crawl up his esophagus. He just couldn't accept the scene that was being played out before him. They were all supposed to live through this.
Underneath his immense despair, though, there was another powerful emotion going on a rampage: anger.
Ozai had been the one who caused him all this pain. Ozai would be the one to pay. Letting his emotions take over, he managed to force himself into another Avatar State. It was a grave mistake. His body, now completely worn out and littered with wounds, was by no means up to par with the requirements to wield such power. The raw, uncontrolled energy began to destroy the young avatar's body from the inside. His muscles were shredded and his organs suffered no less; it left him in an almost completely paralyzed state.
Blood seeped from every orifice on his body.
This did not go unnoticed by the Fire Lord, however, as the sudden spike in power made him worry about having to engage in combat with the boy once more. After all, he too was on his last legs, though he'd never admit it.
After confirming that the Avatar could no longer move, Ozai put on a brave front. "Bathing in a pool of your own blood... how pitiful. Allow me, your gracious king, to bless you with a gift. The sweet release of death."
Behind his condescending facade, however, the King was hurrying the boy's execution due to fear. He couldn't have that damned child catching a second wind.
"Any last words before you die?" He smiled smugly and looked down upon Aang's broken body. "Don't worry... I'll be sure to deliver them to your friends before I execute them one by one. Starting with my traitorous son."
Aang, on the other hand, could only hear a muffled voice. The blood that had flooded his ears impeded his hearing, and even if he did understand what the King was trying to convey, he was not capable of formulating a response.
Ozai's taunt received no reaction, which irked him to no end. "Very well then, brat. Die a silent death for all I care. I'm sure your friends will be much more pleased to see your head presented to them, anyways."
Still, no reaction.
"Tch." The Phoenix King spit upon Aang's head. "So be it."
He grasped the boy's neck tightly and rose into the sky, preparing to make a spectacle of the Avatar's death. Once he had reached a sufficient height, he allowed himself to exude a large amount of flames; shaping them into the form of enormous, dazzling wings.
"LET TODAY BE KNOWN AS..." His voice resonated throughout the battlefield. "THE DAY THAT I, PHOENIX KING OZAI, HAVE SLAIN THE AVATAR."
A cheer erupted amongst his subjects and the king allowed himself a few moments to bask in this glory.
"LET IT BE DONE!"
Ozai coated his hand with a fine layer of concentrated fire. "Goodbye, pest."
He cut the Avatar's head off cleanly, in a seemingly effortless manner; like a hot knife passing through butter.
The smell of seared flesh permeated the air and the world fell silent.
The Avatar was dead.
III
Something eventful was taking place, the boy could 'feel' it. He just didn't know what was going on due to his his impeded perception and his slipping consciousness. Everything was getting heavier by the second and formulating complete thoughts became increasingly difficult.
Damn this body of mine... Don't give up ye-...
Everything went black.
It felt as if he were floating in a space of nothingness. There was nothing to be seen and nothing to be heard. He wasn't aware of anything other than the fact that he was conscious. Conscious in a black void for the rest of eternity: in other words, eternal hell.
A feminine voice that was clear as day broke the infernal silence.
'Avatar Aang, would you like a 'Second Chance'?'
What the hell?
'I'll take that as a yes.'
Suddenly, color and light assaulted his eyes and sound filled his ears. There was only one thing missing. His body.
Because it was being decapitated right in front of him.
"Wh-what the hell? That's me out there!" He cried out in confusion.
The voice began to speak again.
'Yes it is.'
"But h-how can I be there if I'm he-..." He was silenced by the sight of Ozai cleaving his head off his body.
'You have passed, Avatar Aang.'
"I... I can see that." He swallowed.
'... It appears that you are misunderstanding something. You passed long before you were 'killed' by the child that wields fire.'
The scene before Aang dissipated, and he was embraced by the sight of... a murky gray.
"What's going on? Why can't I see anymore?" He asked, obviously panicked.
'I cannot allow you to see anymore, Aang. Your time in that world has passed."
"But my friends - I need to know what happened to them!" He exclaimed.
'You won't like what you see.'
"... So th-they died?"
'Horrible deaths, I assure you.'
"I... I see..." Aang said as he slowly descended into a state of panic. "This is all my fault, isn't it? It all happened because I couldn't kill Ozai..."
'Oh no, no. Dear child, you were never supposed to kill Ozai in this world. Thus was decreed by the bastard named Fate.'
"I wasn't supposed to kill Ozai...? Fate?" He was having trouble processing all of this. "Are you trying to tell me that my friends died because Fate decided they would...?"
'Of course! Now you're getting it.'
"ARE WE NOTHING BUT TO-" His throat suddenly tightened up and he lost his ability to speak.
'Now don't go yelling in someone else's home. I'm on your side here.'
"..."
'Oh right.'
The tension he felt was immediately released and Aang carefully worded his next question, now wary of this unknown being. "What do you mean?"
'I'm tired of that old bastard Fate making all the rules and shit so I'm gonna throw a ratchet in his well-oiled machine. You're the ratchet, by the way.'
"... How?"
'I'm going to be giving you one more shot at saving the world.'
"You mean... my frien-" He begun hopefully before he was cut off.
'No.'
What was the point of being granted a second chance if he couldn't save his friends?
'Take this chance to start all over, Avatar. No one will know who you are. Make new friends. Find new lovers. Save the lives of countless numbers of people who need an avatar like you to guide them.'
His position on the matter didn't change, despite the convincing of the unknown entity.
'... It appears that you are still unwilling... Not that it matters anyways. You will be given new memories and a new identity when I transport you to prevent that uptight fucker (Fate) from noticing.'
He tried to speak up in protest, but he found that his throat was once again constricted. His 'body' begin to grow lighter, and Aang knew that he was currently being moved against his will.
The voice spoke again, but this time, it seemed to be much softer than it was before and it was slowly fading out.
'I'll see you again soon Avatar. We'll see if you still feel the same way. - Oh and before I forget there's another person I am going to be transp-'
III
Kora was quite dejected after being shooed away by the rather aggressive shop keeper. Wasn't her Avatar title worth anything? Granted, she never actually told the lady that she was the avatar, but still. Shouldn't people be, you know, a bit nicer?
She began insulting the city under her breath, as if she were uttering some kind of demonic chant, "Dumb city... Dumb people... Dumb city..."
She, along with Naga's assistance, had managed to rustle up some fish so that they wouldn't starve. Thank goodness for that pond.
Off to her side, she heard a deep groan, followed by the rustling of a bush.
"You gonna share some of that fish?"
She whipped her head to the side and saw something that she had never hoped to see. A teenage boy, roughly around her age, had risen from the bush, his skin caked with mud and covered with leaves. He had a slight build, but a rather unattractive protruding stomach, and his height was less than impressive. This rather 'dumpy' body had a head to match. An average face accompanied by unruly, disgusting, oily long hair. The most disgusting part, though, was that the boy was naked. Everything was out in the open for her to absorb. Everything.
Luckily, his aforementioned unimpressive height allowed for the bush to cover his exposed genitals.
He did the one thing that she didn't want him to do the most right then. He tried to take a step forward to leave the bush.
"Don't. Move. A. Muscle." She said sternly.
He paused, figuring that she must've hated strangers asking her for food, and looked around to take in his surroundings. The first thing he noticed was the huge ass polar-bear-dog-thing in the water.
Holy. Shit.
"P-please don't kill me ma'am." He stuttered, never breaking eye contact with the beast. "I was just hungry and I thought you could spare a fish. I didn't know, I'm sorry!"
Korra looked at him confusedly, and realized that he was staring at Naga.
"Oh! Naga's not going to hurt you. I just didn't want you to move because..." She gestured towards his exposed lower half.
It took her gesturing for him to finally realize that he was naked himself. His face flushed a bright red. Korra found that rather amusing, really. How much alcohol did he consume the night before for him to wake up naked in a bush? Actually, even if they were intoxicated, how does anyone end up naked in a bush?
He laughed nervously. "Sorry... I have no idea where my clothes went..."
Korra simply chuckled and went back to roasting her fish. Maybe the city wasn't so bad after all.
The man fixed himself a primitive pair of underpants composed of leaves and branches. It looked, and was, rather uncomfortable, but it was the least he could do.
"So... about that fish..."
"Yeah, you can have one. Just... stay over there. Okay?"
"Thank you, O' benevolent patron." He cooed.
His hand proceeded to snatch the fish at an impressive speed, and he practically shoved his face in it. It was as if he hadn't eaten anything in days, which was probably the case.
Korra chuckled lightly at his over-the-top antics. Maybe people in the city weren't so bad. Maybe.
"So, what's your name?" She inquired, trying to spur some light banter.
"The name's Walter Wei, dear patron."
"Just call me Korra."
"No can do, you provided me with food in my time of hunger; therefore, you are my patron." He elaborated.
"That's a rather... odd conclusion."
"Nu-uh."
"Yeah-huh."
"Nu-uh."
They both broke out into a fit of laughter, both obviously enjoying the other's company. Though this was quite short lived, as they entered a period of awkward silence.
"So, do you live in that bush?" She asked, desperate to break the newly reformed ice.
"Well, I do. From the period of last night up till now, of course. I intend to 'move out' very soon."
Despite the quite humorous response, she decided to pry a little bit more. "Where do you actually live?"
"I don't know. Unfortunately, I don't have a real 'home' to call home, but I make do with what I can find. I live wherever has the best conditions, honestly. A week ago I lived in a dumpster behind the fancy restaurant down the street because it provided me with shelter and - spoiled - food. Not half bad, really. Well, until I was evicted by the owners of the restaurant, of course," Walter started. "And just a couple days ago, I found myself a nice place behind the liquo-"
"Enough. Just... answer the question." She sighed, clearly not expecting him to start rambling.
Walter just smiled melancholically, "I don't really live anywhere."
"Oh... I'm sorry." She apologized, slightly surprised by his sudden change in demeanor.
"You don't need to be sorry."
"I thought all people in the city lived the high life," She elaborated. "You know, fancy food and houses. Stuff like that."
He looked at her incredulously. "You have much to learn, Ms. Korra."
"He-"
She was cut off by a policeman.
"Hey! You can't fish here!" He cried. "And is the man next to you naked? That's public indecency!"
Korra panicked. "Scram!"
Naga quickly got out of the water, and Korra mounted the beast just as quickly. She looked over at Walter. "Want a ride?"
He nodded his head furiously, not wanting to be registered as a sex offender. Korra offered her hand and she pulled him up, making a note to herself that she would be bleaching that hand thoroughly when she arrived at the Air Temple.
Today just wasn't her day.
A/N: Let me know what you guys thinks in the reviews. Thanks for reading!
*If you see something wrong, be it spelling or grammar, feel free to tell me. Seriously. If it bothers you, it'll probably bother me as well.*
*Chapter should come out sometime soon, I apologize for the wait.*
