I'm writing in third person for the first time in a long time, so go me. . When I try to write in third person, I get too wordy, or repetitive.. Oh, well.
Note: this is my new account, my old account (Kataang4u) was disabled, so I couldn't POST from it anymore, all my old posts are still up, but I cannot add more due to complications with an email address.
Enjoy!
Korra sat on the edge of the cliff; this was her spot. She watched as Republic City lit up as it had before, she watched the water. She'd go there to think or to simply sit. Right now, she needed to sit. She couldn't accept that it was over. She'd no longer be apart of the Fire Ferrets, she was only the 'temporary replacement'. She'd be strictly only doing avatar things. Or so Tenzin called it. She wanted to have fun, and pro-bending was the only way she'd kept her sanity before. Now, she didn't have any friends, every single one of them were in the South Pole. She had decided that being the avatar was a drag, that she'd rather of been killed during the revolution.
Wait, did she really just think that? Korra scratched the back of her head, she had just wished for death. She mentally kicked herself, if she'd died, the world would be knocked out of balance for the next sixteen years at the very least. Though, Aang had done a wonderful job as a twelve year-old avatar. Four years didn't make much of a difference to him, the whole being frozen in an icecap for a hundred years must have given him more time to prepare.
She watched the pro-bending arena light up. Mako and Bolin would be suiting up with their new addition, readying themselves for a match. She yearned so bad to be there with them, joking about who's butts they'd kick this time.
Korra remembered their fight vividly. He'd told her she needed to jump right back into practice, but she'd refused. She wanted a week or two to bounce back and relax. She didn't get to relax very often anymore.
Mako had told her to not bother anymore in a cold voice. And that ended everything. Their budding romance, friendship, everything. Since then, it seemed like her life had taken a wild turn.
One for the worst. One that was like a nosedive, heading straight for a nuclear power plant. And she knew how that always ended. In explosion. In terrible, loud explosions. The clouds seemed to be closing in, the sun fading behind the thick cover. It may or may not rain tonight, though it didn't seem like the precipitation would ever come, for the drought had lasted nearly two and a half weeks now.
Korra could see where Bolin and Mako's apartment peeked out from the lights, their lights turned out. By now, they were out on the arena, without her, battling it out with some new waterbender, one 'better' than the avatar.
Korra tried telling herself that everything was in her mind, and she was fine, but something else inside told her that everything wasn't alright.
"...and Mako takes a hit, in the pool he goes! Bolin is alone on this one!" The radio could be heard from her hiding spot. She could imagine a frantic Bolin trying to handle three people on his own. "Aaaand, we have a knockout by Bolin! The Fire Ferrets take round three!"
Korra opened her palm to find a small, but strong flame working itself up, she blind shot it into the air, though it didn't help her anger. She was ashamed to say she could fire bend, thanks to Mako. Korra opened her eyes, finding them brimmed with tears. How could Mako have this effect on her?
Almost six months ago, she was home, stressed over a simple firebending test. Compared to what she has to deal with now, it seemed like a piece of cake. Something a child would have worried about. Korra took a moment to wonder how much harder it was for Aang. She wondered if he was scared like she was, since he was only twelve. But he'd had Katara, Sokka, Toph, and others to help him. It seemed much easier, in Korra's mind, to have lived back seventy years ago. There wasn't all this city, things seemed alot less complicated.
It's okay, Korra told herself. At least the entire Fire Nation isn't against you. But half of Republic City wanted her dead. And if this would spread, this equality act, she'd basically have enough people to make up the Fire Nation against her.
Korra knew that the guys would be back soon, but she wasn't sure quite when. Despite the arena opening back up, they couldn't move back in yet, leaving them no choice but to stay on Air Temple Island. Korra hadn't even spoken with them since they got home from the south pole. Korra kept an eye out for the ferry, knowing that when it came, she'd need to hide out for a few minutes. Tenzin had recently told her that he didn't want her running off, and who knew? Someone might see her.
The waves seemed at ease tonight, the bay calm. Korra missed the sound of the calm water. At home, water was either rushing, or calm. There was no in-between state, only those two. And you were only supposed to go into the strong currents if you were ice dodging, something only men could do in the water tribe, still to this day. Being the avatar, Korra had pulled a few strings and had the chance to wing it.
Korra could hear the conspicuous sound of the ferry, already passing the island. She panicked, what if someone had seen her? No, that wasn't possible. She couldn't see her own hand in the darkness, even when she waved it in front of her face. The only thing you could see was the glow of Republic City.
Republic City seemed more or less calm, just like the water. Korra wouldn't dare say it felt like home, because it wasn't. The water tribe resturaunt was close, but they didn't make the noodles like Katara could, Katara seemed to be the only one who made them just perfect. Korra had always loved Katara's cooking, she guessed it was because Aang had eaten her cooking since he was twelve, in a past life.
"You have the appetite of Aang," Katara would always say, pleased that Korra always ate her cooking, no matter what it was.
Korra let a tear roll down her cheek, just this once. She once again felt like a failure. Tarrlok had been right; she was a half-baked avatar in training. It would take her a few months at least to master air. In a few months, alot could happen. Alot could change. Korra wondered if she'd ever see Bolin and Mako ever again when they moved back to the apartment. At some point, she'd probably pass them in the street, or she'd see them at some event.
This wasn't fair! Mako and Bolin were out living the dream again, while Korra seemed to take steps backwards.
Now the tears were falling freely down her cheeks, some rolling down her neck. She curled up in a ball on the ground, dangerously close to the edge. But if she fell, she'd only be able to save herself. It didn't matter. Nothing much seemed to anymore.
Suddenly, a loud crash jolted Korra from her nervous breakdown.
Electric seemed to surge through the sky, an airship on the move. Korra silently cursed and stood up, plunging into the water. She had to make it to the city to knock a few heads, though she knew it was only the remaining equalists trying to make a small comeback.
It wouldn't work, as it hadn't in the past.
The only thing that stood between her and the city was the ferry, Iroh, Mako, Bolin and Asami watching her swim quickly through the bay. Korra had been too intent on getting back to the city, not taking time to notice the four staring at her, moving in an opposite direction.
"I don't like where this is going.." Bolin said, glancing at the sky, his childish face hard as stone. "Shouldn't we follow? Korra goes in alone, she'll be fried like chicken!"
Mako took this in. The girl he hadn't spoken to in three weeks was an emotional wreck, or so Meelo had blabbed to him. Mako knew somewhere inside him, that he was still more than angry with her. But looking at the three airships worried him, would Korra be able to stick that out alone, or would the metalbenders be there to help out? Would the trio get in her way instead of helping?
Mako knew Korra, she was one of the strongest, bravest benders he knew. But if she was chi-blocked, she would be toast. Both Asami and Bolin seemed to be waiting for Mako's reaction as he raised both of his eyebrows.
"Fine," He sighed, "Let's go."
Bolin smiled and cried, "Already on it, my brother!" He took a stance and suddenly, raised up an earth wall about two miles from the boat. He then continued to mold a ramp around the vessel, causing a turn around. Before they knew it, they were back on route to Republic City. Mako could see that Korra was already there, fire appearing in the sky, followed by water being used as a vortex to hold herself up. He clentched his fingers into knuckles when she made it onto one of the airships, shakily fighting against a few chi-blockers.
Korra was strong, but seeing her against so many opponents made Mako cringe.
As they docked, Mako led the group back to the pro-bending arena, where the all-out battle seemed to be going down. He wondered how they'd gotten here so quickly without their notice, they were the last ones to leave the arena after the match.
Bolin got the first of it, confronted by a chi-blocker only two minutes after heading into the warzone.
"No you don't!" He chuckled, kicking up a piece of earth from under the chi-blocker's feet, and simply throwing the piece of earth, and the very angry blocker, headfirst into the ground.
General Iroh saw his chance, and forced someone off their platform; one leading straight to the airship. When he was close enough, he shot flames from his feet and hands, levitating himself up on top of the actual ship.
"Thought you could use a hand!" he grunted, taking one foe off of Korra's hands.
"Thanks!" She yelled back, a weight clearly lifted off of her shoulders as she realized there was some help. Then, she came to another realization. Mako, Bolin, and Asami were with Iroh. They were on the ground somewhere, possibly beating the snot out of other chi-blockers.
She smiled at the thought. Team Avatar was back.
Korra was snapped from her thought as she felt a thousand bolts of electricity shoot through her body, sending her backwards, right off the side of the ship. Vision blurred as she fell sideways off the airship. Iroh stopped also, crying, "Korra!"
Almost everyone stopped fighting for a split second, as Korra fell, hitting a roof with a sickening crack. She felt the instant pain, but thankfully, nothing was seriously injured, she'd have a few bumps or bruises, but nothing serious. Mako felt his stomach curl around itself, she couldn't have fallen, she was more careful than that. Anger then hit him, he was going to make sure someone felt this..
Asami shuddered, searching frantically for the rest of her friends, only finding Bolin. She gulped, who knew where Iroh was by now. And Mako, was probably making his way up to the airships, she guessed.
And Bolin, he dropped everything, his heart stopping. He'd tried to make jokes when he was hurt, or when someone else he cared about was hurting. But this wasn't something he'd ever be able to joke about. At least, not in front of his brother. Bolin might have smiled, or even smirked, Mako was in love with the avatar, she she'd felt the same. Possibly everyone knew except the two. Bolin wondered where his brother and Asami were, knowing for a fact Iroh was in the air.
The fear hit Asami, Bolin, and pretty much everyone except Mako when she snapped her eyes open, eyebrows curling into a fierce expression, her eyes glowing, like someone had replaced her eyes with a flashlight. Mako had seen this before, and was actually smiling. His badass little waterbender was going to knock a few heads for him.
Bolin, however, had never seen her like this. As she airbent herself back up, straight into the night sky. Her eyes glowed like a bright light, her pupils and irises hidden by the light. While keeping herself up with airbending, she bent water all the way from the bay to plunge at the people on the platforms, trying to hurry into their precious airships. No, Korra snapped the platform's ropes, letting the men fall onto the glass roof of the arena.
Korra met them there, using their own weapons against them, whipping the ropes around them. "This is over!" She said, her voice loud enough to hear from the ground. It was almost haunting, her voice was all of her past lives put into one.
Most of the other airships had vanished into the night, made their getaway.
Team Avatar hurried in the meanwhile to Iroh's aide, who had also fallen, but not quite as far. He layed on the arena's roof, also. The air around Korra seemed to fade as her eyes fell back into their baby blue color. She fell to her knees, energy drained. She then stood on her wobbly legs, "Get him," She choked, "Then get back to the island, I'll meet you there."
Mako couldn't believe this. She wanted to stay, after all this. She could explain to the police later, she deserved a good night's rest. Looking closer at her, Mako realized she hadn't slept in days, bags tight under her eyes. Her nose looked red, and worst of all, he could tell that she'd been crying.
"Come back with us," Bolin said, "It's okay to ride with us, we won't bite."
When Korra actually giggled at this, Mako decided she definitley needed sleep. "I've missed you guys," She admitted through her weary, half-slitted eyes.
Korra, on the other hand didn't understand why they kept giving each other sneaky looks. She was fine, and she was acting fine.. Wasn't she? The lights to the arena had lit up underneath them, giving everybody's facial expressions away. Relieved, angered, sad, and in Iroh's case, pain.
"Geez, woman!" Bolin cried, "When was the last time you slept?"
Korra thought about this, and answered, "I couldn't sleep on Thursday night.."
"Thursday?" Bolin asked, "Korra, it's Sunday. Anyone ever told you that humans are supposed to sleep?"
"Last time I saw Tahno, he told he to 'hit the hay', but I don't take him seriously, ever. He kept pushing me to sleep. Too bad for him."
Mako felt another knot in his stomach, Korra had been with Tahno? When?He'd had enough of her stalling. Mako leaned down and locked her hands behind his neck, hoisting her up into his arms, one hand under her knees, the other one on her back.
When her head rested against his chest, he felt all his anger toward her melt away. He'd missed talking to Korra, arguing with her, holding her, everything. She'd once again managed to shock Mako, with how light she was.
Needless to say, Korra was out like a light when she was pulled into his arms.
"Man, did you see Korra? She was all like boom, spiritual magic! then her voice got all scary, that was so awesome! She kicked butt!" Bolin rambled as they rode back to the island.
Mako didn't listen, Iroh sat next to him and Korra, who was lightly snoring. Asami and Bolin sat across the deck, though Bolin was doing most of the talking.
One thing they were all thinking, you ask? Tenzin is going to murder all of us. It was well passed midnight at that point, and surely he saw Korra go avatar state in the night sky.
Oh, well. In Mako's eyes, he was just glad they'd made that decision to go after her. He would deny to no end, but would admit only to himself, he needed the young avatar in his life.
Korra opened her eyes to feel her head brush against someone else's skin. She looked up, to find a sleeping Mako, a shirtless Mako, sleeping next to her. Korra shook it off, and layed her head back down, wondering what the time was, and how long she'd been out. Apparently not that long, since Mako was also still sleeping. She'd be damned if they were both out for days.
The sunlight leaked onto the wooden floor of his bedroom, and Mako could only remember some of the night. He remembered Korra, reluctant to sleep once he held her in his arms after what seemed like the thousandth time. Korra hadn't slept in days, so Mako didn't figure she'd be awake for a while now. He could feel her head nuzzle into his neck, her warm breath giving him goosebumps.
The two of them were worn out, maybe out of exhaustion, or maybe our of missing one another. Korra couldn't remember why they'd been fighting in the first place. Then, she remembered the yelling, the fighting, and then the final words. Korra wasn't one to take much offense to words, her ego could take a few good hits. But coming from Mako? No, it hurt.
But feeling his gentle touch linger around her made everything else not matter.
The smell of eggs and buttered toast filled the air; Pema must have been cooking breakfast. Mako opened his eyes and looked at a wide-eyed Korra, who was still resting her head between his neck and shoulder.
"Ready?" He asked, sitting up little by little. Mako noticed how the bags under her eyes had vanished with the little amount of sleep she'd gotten.
"Korra and Mako sitting in a tree..," Meelo sang as he passed by the bedroom. Mako felt a smile tug at both sides of his mouth, Korra's arms falling from the back of his neck, down his chest and into her own lap.
"Let's go," Korra decided, "Oh, and by the way, Mr. Hat Trick," She whispered, "Let's agree that we won't fight anymore."
Mako nodded, "Welcome back to the Fire Ferrets."
"I love you,"
"I love you too," Mako said, smiling, his warm eyes light as their fingers interlaced.
In other words, it would be a lazy day.
note: because they shouldn't fight. /:
xoxo -Kataang(: