Well here is Chapter 2! I really hope you enjoy. No these are NOT drabbles! this is a Story, with a in-proress story line! :DDD
Disclaimer: All rights for Legend Of Korra belongs to Bryke and all those good people.
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Bolin stalks up the ladder to the attic of the arena. Already he can smell the strong aroma of chicken dumplings coming from the apartment. He guesses that Mako had went to pick something up. He was right. As he opens the door and steps up onto the landing he sees Mako at their rickety dinner table slowly chewing a dumpling he had just plopped into his mouth.
"Hey there bro!" Bolin greets walking over to Mako. Mako doesn't even bother to look up. Instead he wipes his face quickly and nods.
Bolin raises an eyebrow as he sees that Mako just wiped away a river of tears from his cheeks. Mako doesn't cry much, and Bolin knows this, and it worries him. Bolin pulls out a chair and takes a seat next to Mako. "Hey bro, whats the matter?" Bolin asks setting a hand on his brothers shoulder.
Mako shrugs and pushes his plate of food away from him. "Nothing. I got dinner. I-I'm going to go out for a bit." Mako says stumbling over his words. Mako stands to his feet. "I will be back later. Don't wait up." With that Mako leaves, letting the tears flow freely down his face and dripping onto the deep red scarf wrapped around his neck.
Walking down the streets of Republic City Mako's thoughts are filled with one particular dark skinned, blue eyed waterbender. He thinks about all the good things they had in their friendship. She made him smile, she was strong in heart and mind, and they had a good time (most of the time). But there was always something missing. Korra knew that, but it took Mako to lose her for him to realize what she really meant to him. Now it was too late. Or was it? He had screwed up he is well aware, but he was lost for words when it comes to Korra. He didn't want to cause her anymore pain, he doesn't want to say the wrong things.
A little late for that.
Mako reaches his destination. Looking up at the sign just above the enterance, he debates going in. He hasn't been here since...Well he has never been here. He wasn't one to drink his problems away. It was very un-Mako of him. It was out of his character,but he didn't wan to feel the anger, and sadness he is feeling now. He wants to be happy, and relaxed. But he can't feel that way with all the events of the last few weeks floating around in his head.
Think of the consequences. You are an example, Mako. You are influence on Bolin, and all your fans. What would they think of this...They would all be disappointed in you...Korra will be disappointed in you.
Mako takes a sharp intake of breath and scolds himself. Kicking a pebble with his foot, he walks away from the bar.
Not today.
Korra had ran out of money for a ride on the ferry back home, so she is forced to swim. Normally she would jump at the opportunity, but she feels drained. Emotionally, and physically. None the less she hurls herself into Yue Bay and begins to swim. Using her water bending to speed herself up. The water is cold and frigid. Normal for water in the middle of winter. She knew it was stupid to swim in water this cold (It had snowed just the day before) but she doesn't care at this point. She just wants to get back to the island. After a minute or so her breath runs out and she breaks surface, taking in the well deserved air around her. Looking up, Korra sees the shore of Air Temple Island just a few yards away.
When Korra reaches shore, she wrings her hair, and waterbends herself dry. But she remains cold, and shivering. Collapsing into the soft sand of the shore, she fights back tears she thinks would be useless to shed. Closing her eyes she sees a tall man with golden eyes, with spikt brown hair. dressed in a long coat, and a scarf of red wrapped around the base of his neck. He's smiling.
Korra's eyes fly open, not wanting to see that face anymore. But what could she do now? She will always see the face of Mako. She will see him as she sleeps, she will see him when she blinks. Years from now when she is walking down the aisle, she will see his face. He will always be there. No matter how hard she tries to erase him from her life, from her mind.
Korra grabs a handful of sand in her hand and clutches it tightly in her palm. The sand represents her heart. She is the only one who can hold her heart. Only her.
Korra's eyes burn from holding back and she decides to let go. Letting all the tears out, she sobs. She tried. she really did. She tried to be Mako's friend. But even the Avatar can only take so much heartache. But Korra isn't just the Avatar. She is a teenage girl. She will have heartache and rebellion problems. It's normal. But Korra doesn't think so.
Using the back of her hand, Korra whisks away the tears and slowly pushes her self to her numb feet. brushing sand off her hands and knees, Korra puts on a fake facade, and makes her way up the steps to the temple.
On her way to her room, Korra runs into Ikki who had been on an adventure to find Korra. Ikki smiles up at Korra and holds up a doll with yarn for hair and black beads for eyes. The doll dressed in Air Acolyte clothing. "Korra! I found you! Will you play Dollies with me? Please? Please? Please?"Ikki asks very prisistantly.
Korra looks down at Ikki who is jumping up and down, holding the dolly up in Korra's face. Korra rolls her eyes. "Not now Ikki. I'm not really in the mood. Why don't you ask Jinora?"
Ikki's happy expression drops to disappointment, and her jumping stops, and she hangs her head. "Jinora is doing homework...Please Korra...You never play with me anymore." Ikki pleas. Korra shakes her head.
"I'm tired Ikki. Maybe next time." Korra pats Ikki's hair then continues her way dwon the hall and into her room, slamming the door shut behind her.
Ikki huffs angrily and narrows her brown eyes. "You said that last time." Ikki spins herself around and walks in the opposite direction of Korra's room. Before exiting the Girl's dormitory, Ikki faintly hears a sob echo from Korra's room.
The family gathers around in the dining room to eat. Tenzin next to Pema, Meelo sitting across Tenzin in a booster chair, Jinora sitting next to her father, and Ikki on the other side of Jinora. But the seat next to Ikki is empty. Korra's seat.
"Where is Korra? She knows dinner is served at six every night!" Tenzin asks.
"She is in her room crying." Ikki says looking at her father.
"Crying? Is she alright?" Tenzin asks worry lacing his tone.
"Yeh, she is upset daddy. I don't know why. She didn't tell me. She just ran off into her room." Ikki explains with a slight anger in her voice. She was still upset that Korra had refused to play dollies with her.
Pema pushes herself up from her seat and holds her preganant stomach. "I will go talk to her." Pema says. "You guys go ahead and say your prayers and eat. Tenzin, make sure they eat."
Pema knocks lightly on Korra's door. She hears a sniffle then a cracked voice. "Go away please!" Korra says letting out another sob.
Pema sighs and slides Korra's door open and leans against the frame. In the darkness she can make out the figure of the seventeen year old curled up on her bed, facing the wall. "Please go away." Korra sobs wiping her face.
"Korra, can we talk?" Pema asks softly into the dark.
"I'm not up for talking." Korra whispers.
"Come on sweetie, anything said won't leave this room. Just tell me whats wrong?"
Korra gives in. "Okay."
Pema closes the door behind her and takes a seat next to Korra on the bed. Pema looks over at Korra who's face is wet with tears. "Alright, what happened?"
"Do you remember when you gave me advice on how to tell a guy you like him?"
"Yes?"
"Well I did tell him. He didn't feel the same way...So we agreed to be friends... But we argue a lot, and well we had a fight today. And we agreed to no longer being friends." Korra explains as tears continue to fall from her eyes.
Sympathy fills Pema, for she knows how hard it is to lose someone. "I'm so sorry Korra... But I don't think you guys should stop being friends."
"You don't understand... It's hard for me to see him... I still love him, and it's hard to see him with his girlfriend all happy... It would be easier on me if I don't see him. It would be easier with him out of my life." Korra cries. Pema pulls the shaking Korra into her arms and rubs comforting circles into Korra's back.
"You know Korra, when I was about your age, I had a friend, and we would fight every other hour. We never agreed on anything, our friendship was a disaster. But he kept me sane. He was my best friend, and I admired him. When things got tough for us, we always stayed strong and pulled through. That's because we loved each other. This may sound cheesey, but the strongest loves drive you the most crazy. But at the same time they keep your feet on the ground. This friendship of yours may be stronger than you think." Pema explains lovingly.
"But he said I was a mistake to be friends with...I feel like maybe he's right." Korra sobs into Pema's shoulder.
"That was his anger talking. Anger can be a strong thing Korra. I wouldn't think he meant it."
"I don't know..."
"Well sweetie, I think you and this boy should talk. Not saying you have to be friends again, but from the looks of things there are a lot of unsaid things that need to be said."
"I don't know how to talk to him anymore, Pema." Korra pulls back and looks into Pema's light brown eyes. Pema brushes away tears from Korra's face with her thumb, and smiles sweetly.
"You will figure it out. You will be alright." Pema assures.
Korra throws her arms around Pema. "Thank you." Korra whispers. Pema hugs Korra back. Pema has always been a motherly figure to Korra. Since her mother was back at the South Pole, she had always looked to Pema. She gave the greatest advice, and was always there for Korra when she felt alone in her teenage hormone battles.. Pema was not Korra's mothers replacement, but everyone needs a motherly hug and good advice.
"Am I stupid to be crying over something like this?" Korra asks breaking the hug.
"No. Of course not. This is completely normal. I cried over things like this. Most every teenage girl does. It's heartache, and it hurts, I know. But it will all be better in the end." Pema explains soothingly.
Korra's lips pull into a small smile. This smile unlike a lot she has shown lately, was not forced. It was the kind of smile a daughter gives her mother when she wants her to know she is appreciated. "Thank you Pema."
"Your welcome dear. Now, are you hungry?"
"No... I think I'm going to go to bed."
"Ok. But tomorrow morning don't be surprised when your usual serving of food is a feast." Pema says, struggling to her feet. Pema leans over and kisses Korra's head. "Good night sweetie." Pema leaves back to her family, closing the door behind her.
Korra sighs and falls back onto her tear wet pillow. Closing her eyes, she lets sleep take her. Despite Korra's wishes, she dreams of a tall man,with golden eyes, with spiky brown hair, dressed in a long coat, with a scarf of red wrapped around the base of his neck. He's smiling.
I will try to have Chapter 3 up soon. Oh BTW: I'm giving my other fic Avatar Korra: Never Giving Up a break, cause I have major writers block right now! :D so I'm going to finish this story then MAYBE continue my other fic! And yeah, if you are wondering, the song Almost Lover is my inspiration for this story (that and the prompt I found earlier) Soooooo...Review? I would LOVE to hear from you! Thank you for reading! Again, I hope to have Chapter 3 written and up as soon as I can! HAPPY KORRAING! (Tomorrow is SATURDAY! MY BODY IS NOT READY!)
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