Hi, PepsiOD here again. Hope you liked the previous chapter, and hope you could leave some constructive criticism. Once more, please bear in mind this is my first fanfic, but be honest so I can do my best on it :)
As I mentioned before, Avatar Korra (C) by Michael Dante DiMartino and Bryan Konietzko.
Once more, hope y'all enjoy, and please feel free to comment.
Chapter Two
-Hungover (很难受)-
-Bolin-
I couldn't even remember passing out. My vision was murky and impossible to process, but I forced my eyes to focus. I had this awful, fishy taste in my mouth, and my face and the table felt so greasy. All I could see is this monolith.. a dull gray monolith just in front of my face. I turned left and saw an orange object in a bowl. Oh, spirits, it was Pabu! I can't possibly know how much he ate but instead of being streamline and sturdy he was just this ball of fur... I'm pretty certain that allowing him (Or forcing him, I can't remember) to eat that much constitutes animal abuse. I couldn't bear the thought of what it could do to him, I just dropped my head into my arms.
I was woken up again by the sound of my brother's… no, not brother. Mako's voice. Telling me, "Come on… Wake up… I'm takin' you home, bro."
I hoisted myself up, and gathered my strength to look at him. I sniffed back a bit of snot hanging from my nose. I don't know what Narook put in my soup. I mean, I feel mentally sober, but my stomach hurt a lot. It's like my stomach was hungover, and I didn't even drink any rice wine.
"Don't call me that." I whimpered. I started to get my energy back with how angry I was again. "You're not my brother! You're a brother-betrayer.." I fell back down and sobbed. I felt so angry, but so useless, I still couldn't express myself when I wasn't even drunk, and I still couldn't find any good insults to use. All I could think of is, "The only one I can trust anymore, is Pabu… Pabu still loves me…" I hated Mako. And it just felt terrible not being able to blast him with all the curses I knew before last night. Why didn't I beat him up last night, instead of running away like a coward? Why couldn't I show Korra I was better than him, a cheating sore loser, a loner who hated everybody, who turned back on people who needed help? Why couldn't I remind her that I was the only one who showed her any interest that day she snuck into the gym? Why didn't I show her that I was the better person?!
"You're a mess, and we've got the biggest match of our lives tonight, let's go." He moved his hand toward me and I swatted it away.
"No!" I tried to scream, "I'm not going anywhere with you… you traitor!" Pointing at his face, I felt a little bit triumphant. I saw nothing on his face change, but deep down I thought he was getting hit hard.
"Guess we'll have to do this the hard way." Mako calmly replied, as he grabbed my arm and lifted me up onto his shoulders. I tried my best to fight back, I tried yelling, and I tried to thrash around but my arms and legs wouldn't respond strong enough. "I told you dating a teammate was a bad idea." I rushed to find a good reply, and I found it. "You're a bad idea!" …No. That sounded better in my head. I gave up, and just yelled for him to put me down. Pabu started following but with his gut swollen like that it was pretty tough, poor guy. I wish I could've picked him up first. He was the only one who really seemed to be happy to see me since the day I got him back at the pet store before he was pythonaconda food. Yeah, Mako helped but only when I was the one getting strangled. Some brother he is.
When we got back to the gym, I passed back out. I don't remember waking up again so Mako must've at least known I needed more sleep. But by the time I woke up it was an hour or two before the semifinal tournament with the Buzzard Wasps! Mako may not have a concept of time or seem to care what happens to me but seriously? I still felt super beat so I struggled to get my gear on. Mako and I didn't talk at all. We just changed, and when Korra came in, we still didn't talk. I just put my head down and stayed quiet. As much as I wanted to say we were through, Narook was right, this was the biggest tournament of our lives. If we… if I screw this up, I might not be able to make it back like Toza did. Maybe Mako was right, that you either hustle, or get hustled, or something like that… No, shut up I'm turning into Mako. But is that such a bad thing? Why does Mako get the girls but I just get the fans? He acted like he didn't even care, but I guess he didn't listen when I said, 'Leave some ladies for the rest of us!' And what happened to 'keeping our priorities straight'? Wasn't Asami a priority? Wasn't the team a priority? That selfish hypocrite. I hope the Buzzard Wasps kill him tonight… wait, is that going too far?
Ugh, all these second thoughts drive me crazy. The thought of trying to defend Mako just makes me sick.
But really, would that be going too far?
Please let me know what I did alright so I can continue doing it, and what I can improve, as honestly as you can. Hope you enjoyed, and be sure to check the next chapter out ;)