Alrighty, there's a long AN coming up, so I'm sorry. If you really hate reading long, boring AN's, then you may skip down to the story. Some of it's important, but you'll live without it. :P

So I'm going to start with what gave me this idea. Before I started watching this show, I watched a Youtube video called Makorra and Zutara:Parachute by XxXxLoVeIsWaRxXxX (excellent video; I suggest you watch it!) and for some reason, it seemed like the guy (who I later found out was Mako) was on the bad side (the Equalists, which I also didn't know until I watched the show) and Korra pretended to be on the bad side to spy on them. Don't ask. Please. I really don't know why I thought that. But when I watched the actual show, I realised that my theory/hypothesis/assumption/whatever-you-call-it was wrong. FANFIC TIME! XD Well, I decided to switch some things up a bit, so here we go! Equalist!Mako spying on Korra! :) Another thanks is to paper walls for her amazing Equalist!Mako fanfic (Tinted Green - I suggest you read it), which inspired me to write my stupid theory/hypothesis/assumption/whatever-you-call-it. :P

Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Legend of Korra. I also do not own Makorra and Zutara:Parachute or Tinted Green, which I would once again like to thank.

The young boy sat at the edge of the street, crying. There was a gash on his arm that he desperately tried to put pressure upon, but the pain was too great. He had to survive. His brother needed him. The young boy sobbed at the memory that his parents were dead. Mugged by a firebender.

It made him ashamed that they shared the same power. Yet, as he saw his parents get cut down those few hours ago, he had felt hopeless. He felt powerless.

His bending had failed him when he needed it most.

The young boy weeped into his father's scarf as he tried to ignore the pain. He knew that it was very serious but he tried to be strong.

For his brother.

He shut his eyes tightly, breathing in and out. All he could see was the firebender strike his parents down, then strike him with a knife. He had tried to kill a poor helpless boy.

When the tears had subsided, the boy carefully got up. The blood dripped to the floor in a puddle. He walked on, calling for help.

A man in a mysterious mask came up to him. "What happened?" the man asked in a gruff, but gentle, voice.

The boy took a deep breath once again. "My parents were killed by a firebender. The same man did this to me," he said, tears pooling at his eyes.

The man put his head down slightly. "I'm sorry. I have too lost loved ones," he said sadly. "But it is okay to cry," he continued, lifting the boy's chin up softly.

The boy then burst into tears, hugging the man tightly. The man returned the hug, and the boy swore he heard the man sniffle.

"What's your name?"

"Mako, sir."

"Well Mako, come on. Let me take care of that cut for you."

Mako nodded, smiling the slightest bit. "Thank you, sir."

"Please, just call me Amon."

Amon placed his hand on the back of Mako, leading him to his house. Pointing, he said, "My house is just down that street. Can you walk that far?"

Mako nodded, clutching his arm some more. He buried his face slightly in his scarf, continuing to walk the direction the man pointed. Amon looked down at him, and Mako swore he saw the hint of a reassuring smile behind that mask.

Once they had reached the house, Amon had made Mako sit on the couch while he got some supplies. He also gave him and old rag so he could prevent getting blood on the couch. The boy only happily obliged.

Once they had cleaned and bandaged the big gash, Amon had leaded Mako to a small room.

"You can stay here for a night," the man told him.

"M- my br- brother," he stuttered guiltily, not wanting to turn down the kind man's offer.

"You have a brother?" he asked.

Mako nodded. "I'm the only one he has left," he sobbed.

"Now don't worry," Amon told him kindly. "Where would your brother be right now?"

Mako had told him, and when he done so, the man disappeared for a little bit. While waiting for him to come back, he layed back down on the bed, closing his eyes. He tried to stay awake, but he was just so tired. It was already late when his parents were taking him home, but that had been hoursago. It was probably near morning now. He let the darkness take over him.

He had awoken to the sound of the door open, and a familiar sobbing. He looked up to see his young brother.

"Bo?"

Amon looked up at Mako. "I told him most of what you told me, as gentle as I could."

Mako gave a hint of a smile as he hugged Bolin. "Thank you."

He simply just gave a slight nod. "Now get some rest. We can talk in the morning."

Mako smiled, leading his brother to the bed.

The next morning he awoke to the chirping birds. He felt happy for a slight minute, then he remembered what happened.

His parents were dead.

He quietly walked out of the room. He walked down the narrow hallway to the room where his wound was treated before.

"Mako!" came an excited yell from Bolin. Mako blinked.

"Morning..." he said slowly and casually.

Amon popped up. "Afternoon actually; you've been asleep for nearly two days."

Bolin came up and hugged him. His face was red, no doubt from crying. He hugged his little brother back.

"Hungry?" Amon asked.

He nodded slowly and turned to his brother, slightly pushing him off. Bolin pulled away from the hug.

The man signaled Mako to follow him to the other room. He obliged.

It was a very simple room. It was a delicate beige color, with a single table and a few chair. On the table, there was a plate of food.

"Come and eat!"

Mako nodded and sat. He started eating silently, looking at the man. "You're so kind," he started shyly. "Thank you for helping us."

He chuckled softly. "You can stop thanking me. I have absolutely no regret for helping you."

"Why are you?" he asked. "I'm sorry, but I passed many people on the streets and all of them looked at me like I did something bad."

"You didn't do anything bad. They just aren't used to seeing a child without an adult. But I have been in a situation where I had lost my family. After those years, I swore I would help those in need."

Mako smiled again. The man brought him hope. "I wish I could do justice for the man who killed my parents," he mumbled softly.

He chuckled again. "Violence at such a young age... Tut tut," he gave a humorous smile, "you said he was a firebender?"

"Yes."

"Then there is a way to make sure he suffers without violence," he said.

Mako's eyes widened. "How?"

"I have learned to take one's bending away."

His eyes grew, impossibly, even larger. "That's-" he started excitedly, then stopped. "Can you take my bending away?" he asked quietly, almost ashamed.

He stiffened. "You have bending?" Amon said in a crackly voice.

"Yes," he whispered, closing his eyes. "I don't want it anymore, though. I can't stand having something in common with a murderer. Please take it."

The man put a hand on the boy's shoulder. "I believe you can use your bending for good," he said reassuringly.

"How? Fire is destructive!"

"It may be, but it is also a tool. I'm going to tell you something that you can never tell anyone else. Can you promise to keep it a secret?"

Mako nodded furiously.

"You see, I'm a waterbender. As a child, my father made me and my brother use our bending for evil. But using it, I have learned to rid others of this horrible power. You can help me."

"How? I'm only a young boy!"

"But you are also so much more. You have shown that you do not want your bending. That shows that you would never use it for anything but good deeds."

Mako smiled again. "Thank you, s- Amon." His smile faded. "But I don't think my brother would understand."

"You can help him by helping me. He doesn't quite need to know."

So the two benders talked as the little Bolin sat in the other room, not knowing a clue of what his brother was up to.

I know Amon is a little too nice, but I couldn't find that middle ground that would be more Amon, but not scaring Mako away. I figured that Amon, or more Noahtok in this, would have a soft spot for kids who lost their family due to bending. I tried to make him stiff and unhappy when Mako revealed his bending, but I'm not sure on how I did with that.

So? Should I continue? Should I completely abandon this idea? I would really like some insight on this! Please review! Prompts welcomed!