Just Teaching…
Okay, pardon my French here, but- WHAT THE HELL PEOPLE! What is up with all the angst? Yes, I know it's been a rough couple of episodes, but come on! Have a little more faith in Makorra, and make better plots other than one of them dying or marrying someone else.
Now. For the rest of you who are hanging on by your fingertips (myself included) I applaud you and am now going to write this very cute story while I am still very disappointed and upset with the others.
Disclaimer: Never owned, never will.
P.S. This is set basically at the beginning of "When Extremes Meet" when they arrive at the Air Temple. Other than that, I'm going to re-write the whole episode because I hate how it turned out.
As soon as I was sure Asami was settled, I raced off to my room, flinging open the door and slamming it shut before I fell face first onto my bed. My pillow muffled my groan and took the blunt of my blows as I punched it, cursing Ikki to the Spirit world and back. After I was finished with her, I started on Mako. Then Asami. Asami took decidedly longer, and I continued to mumble insults at her as I drifted into a restless sleep.
Bang! Bang! Bang! I barely flinched, used to Tenzin's methods for getting me up in the morning. Or in this case, probably afternoon. Only did I sit bolt right up when Mako's voice called tiredly through the thin door. "Korra, you in there? Pema says that it's time for lunch."
I grabbed my pillow, pressing it hard into my face as I fell back onto the mattress again with a muted thump. I started cursing him again when his tone took on of one annoyed. "Korra, come on. I know you love food just as much as Bolin and if you don't get up there won't be any left."
I flipped onto my stomach, staring out my window at the city's smokey horizon line. "I'm not hungry."
That was completely false. I hadn't had breakfast, much to everyone's surprise, my stomach still too unstable from the truth about Hiroshi Sato to digest anything. That and the fact that I would see Mako and Asami cuddling and kissing and hugging everywhere I turned. I put on a front, mostly for Mako and maybe a little for Asami too. Somewhere in the thick of things she had become my friend.
I jerked my head around so fast I was sure that I had whiplash as the door was flung open, revealing an angry Mako. Not the best prize behind door number one. "Uh, what do you think you're doing?" I tried to keep the bite out of my voice. I really did. I wasn't very successful.
"What do you think you're doing?" He growled. "'I'm not hungry'," he imitated, scoffing. "That's a lie and we both know it."
"What do you want?" I grouched, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and leaning back on my hands. "Besides to invade my personal privacy of course."
"I think it's too late for that. And you invaded mine first." he muttered, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not here to fight you Korra. I came to tell you that-"
"Lunch was ready, yeah, yeah, yeah." I waved it off, blowing my damp hair out of my eyes. The humidity had gotten worse since this morning. "I'll come down later." All I wanted to do was flop back onto the thin straw mattress and never wake up for the next hundred years. Aang definitely had the right idea there.
"I wasn't finished," he quipped, pulling at his worn gloves. "I also came here to ask if you wanted to um-" He stopped, fiddling with his scarf.
I cocked my head to the side, half puzzled and half amused as he squirmed. "What?"
"I just wanted to know if you-" he mumbled, pacing the length of the narrow room.
"If I what? Just spit it out already Mako." I barked sharply, springing up with arms crossed and hip jutting out moodily.
"I was just wondering if maybe you'd like to, I don't know, teach me traditional firebending..?" He said the last part under his breath, and a smug smile threatened to twist my mouth.
"I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that, what?" I said innocently, lips curling on their own accord despite my efforts.
He sighed, looking at the space between our feet, pulling at the frayed cuffs of his jacket. "I want you to teach me traditional firebending." He said just a bit louder, still shuffling his feet.
"One more time please, I'm having a really hard time hearing you." My eyes narrowed, and I smirked as he growled, throwing his head back and running hand over his face.
"Agni! Fine, I want you to teach me traditional firebending!" He shouted, steam rushing out of his nose like the whistle at the power plant as he huffed furiously.
"Oh, you want me to teach you traditional firebending." I nodded, as if understanding for the first time. A grin spread over my face, so wide my cheeks hurt.
He dropped his head into his hand, ears a shocking red. "You know what? Just forget it." He strode to the door, his hand already on the smooth aged wood. Oh no he didn't, this was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Not to mention I could criticize him all I wanted, and all of it didn't necessarily need to be related to bending…
I gripped his shoulder, turning him around. "No, no, no. If you really want to learn, I'll teach you. But you have to do everything I say, exactly what I say."
"Everything?" He said mournfully, face and jaw slack.
I winked, shutting his mouth with a snap as I sashayed past him, pausing in the open doorway. "It's my turn to be Team Captain." After a sassy two finger salute I strutted into the hall, already wondering what Pema had made for lunch, cackling all the way there.
Hey guys, seeing as it's almost tomorrow (scratch that, it is tomorrow) and I promised myself I would go to bed earlier, I'm going to split this into chapters because I'm just too lazy to do it all in one. You know the rules: Ten reviews per chapter. And you've already made it pretty clear that you want this one bad, so hop to it!
Reviews are loved, the people who write them even more so.
SNO.
P.S. Guys, I didn't want to have to say this, but please, if you're going to alert or favorite my story, pretty pretty please with Pabu fireferrett puppy eyes leave me a review!