Happy Father's day!
I wrote this especially for all the dads out there.

I hope you enjoy this new chapter as much as I do!

I don't own anything.


She was everywhere he looked; and he couldn't stop thinking about her. He still heard her voice in his head, ringing through his ears and causing his heart rate to increase. He saw her in everything; in everyone. Her personality was in the waves, the hot summer afternoons and in the gentle breeze. The statue they built for her did her no justice; her lips were formed in a tight line, her eyes too judgmental and scrutinizing. He found a place for himself next to her headstone, where he traced the lines in each character of her name. He scooted closer to it, leaning against the solid marble stone, letting it hold his weight. His eyes drifted shut sleepily, the rustling of the amber leaves lulling his asleep. Spots of light swept across his pale skin where the daylight shone through the canopy.


'I really like you and I think we should be together!'

'So…You do like me?'

'I'm glad you're here.'

'Save your breathe- you already made it clear how you feel about me.'

'You kissed me back!'


In sudden moment, the scent of incense swept past his nose, leaving him to drift out of his haze. The blurry figure of a young boy caught his eye and he jumped into a crouch. Now, that his vision had cleared, the boy, clad in green, looked at him closely. He was inspecting him with a curious and innocent look, steadily shuffling closer. The boy looked around seven years old, dressed in sweet earth kingdom clothing. In his chubby hands he held some lightly used incense and a drooping flower. The boy had stopped examining him, but kept his gaze locked with Mako's. Breaking the silence awkwardly, Mako patted the ground next to him, inviting the young earth bender to sit next to him. The boy did not hesitate, skittering over and plopping down next to the young man. They sat in a comfortable silence for a little while, until Mako noticed that the boy was fidgeting nervously with the incense. Noticing the man was staring, the little boy responded with a crooked grin.
"My name is Kenichi; I came to pay my respects."
His voice was high and childish, and his eyes crinkled downward as he looked down at his offers.
"To Avatar Korra."
Mako's stomach lurched at her name, His heart wrenching at the sound.
"Me too." He gulped, nodding his head toward the headstone.
Silence settled between them again, before the Kenichi spoke in a lighter tone.
"I think I've seen you somewhere."
Raising his eyebrow, Mako gave him a questioning look.
"Really!" He held up his little hands defensively, long sleeves falling to his elbows and a pout crossing his face.
"You were kinda mean, though."
Mako turned to look at him, both brows raised in silent amusement.
Glancing at Mako, he spoke again "But you were nice too."
"And you told me I was amazing!"
"Really?" Mako said, lightly chuckling under his breath. "I did?"
"Yep." He nodded enthusiastically, soft black curls bouncing across his bright green eyes.
"And then you said you couldn't imagine your life without me!"
Mako froze momentarily, His breath caught in his throat. Slowly, he looked at Kenichi, the little boy who was giving him a lopsided and familiar smile.
"I remember this too!" The little boy said, reaching over and pulling Mako's scarf from his neck and placing it over his own.

Mako chortled lightly, Reveling in the obvious. Soon, Mako's quiet chuckling turned into loud bouts of laughter, as he reached for his scarf and Kenichi swatted his hands away, laughing as well. They chased each other all around the park, until their sides cramped and their breathes ran out, leaving them to rest against the tree before Korra's headstone. The sky had long since become dark, leaving the lamps to softly light the park. Mako looked down to the earth bender with his scarf and the boy returned his gaze with a light frown.
"I guess you have to go now. " Kenichi said sadly, pulling the scarf from his neck and handing it back to Mako. "Here."
Mako took the scarf into his hands, turning it over several times. Suddenly, he jumped in realization.
"Tui and La, Where are your parents? They must be looking all over for you!"
Seeing the little boy look away suddenly, Mako stopped himself and let the words become forgotten.
Neither said anything for a minute,Before Mako stooped down and wrapped the red cloth around Kenichi's chubby neck.
Stepping back to admire his work, Mako smiled down at the boy and let the red material remain there. He began to walk down the path, stopping when he noticed Kenichi wasn't following.
"What are you waiting for?"
Mako held his hand out expectantly and the boy bounded over and grasped his it excitedly as they began to walk home together.

That night, as he began to drift asleep, He could've sworn a familiar laughter whispered in his ear, saying-

"You've found me, Mako. Took you long enough."

But it was probably just his imagination.


An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet,
regardless of time, place, or circumstance.
The thread may stretch or tangle,
but it will never break.