Practice with Korra went smoother than he thought it would. She listened to his pointers and even though she knocked him over a few times, she would always walk back over and help him up with a smile.

She left around late in the night, or he suspected at least since after practice she and Bolin did some homework and hung out for a few hours. He woke up early like he always did. His routine was to first head down and out to Narook's to get Bolin's well earned two free cups of coffee from his hard work, and Narook's kindness and understanding of their situation. Mako strolled down around the corner to the noodle shop and ordered two cups of the mocha drink Korra had him try yesterday. Instead of Bolin giving it to some random girl by his locker, Mako decided to enjoy it himself.

The espresso scent filled his senses and warmed his hands up as he started to walk back across the school parking lot to the gym to ready himself for his classes. He smiled recalling all the memories of last night of him and his brother laughing along with Korra as they taught her new moves. She was a piece of work alright. Something Mako really wanted to know and understand.

Mako's thoughts were interrupted as he turned his head to see a figure riding it's way in his direction. It was moving too fast for Mako to yell to move and the forces collided. Mako yelled as he was knocked onto the asphalt and his drinks spilled next to him. He mentally cursed as he felt the hot liquid burn his right hand.

"Oh shit! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't see you!", a feminine voice apologized.

Mako struggled to regain his senses and sit up as the rider got off her bike and ran over to his dazed self.

"How could you not see me?!", Mako yelled. "I was just…just…"

Mako's anger disappeared as quickly as it came once he saw just who had hit him. This beautiful woman had taken off her helmet and her long, raven black curls swayed in the wind. Her ivory skin was flushed from the cold air, and her deep red lips were plump and were the color of holly berries he saw on Winter Solstice decorations. If Mako had actually paid attention to the girls around the school, or not that, he'd call her one of the most gorgeous women he'd seen in a very long time.

"Did I hurt you? Shit, I think I cut your leg.", the girl noted as she lowered to his level and examined him with her eyes.

Her words went right through him as he was in awe at this girl in front of him. One moment he's ready to kick the bike to the curb, now he's completely taken aback by this cyclist's beauty.

"Do you need help inside? Here, let me help.", she said as she helped him up off the parking lot.

"I'm fine, thank you.", he said, brushing the dirt off of his clothes.

"Wait…I know you.", she thought out loud.

"You do?", he asked.

"You're…holy crap! You're Mako! From the Fire Ferrets!", she exclaimed.

"Um yeah, that's me.", he chuckled.

"Oh man I'm so embarrassed…", she sighed, as she covered her face.

"It's fine, really.", he assured her.

"Let me make it up to you.", she offered. "How about…dinner at Kwongs? Tonight at seven?"

"Kwongs?", he asked, bewildered. "That's a really fancy place. I don't have the clothes, or the cash for that!"

The girl smirked and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry about that. I'll care of it. Just say you're with Asami at the front door."

And with that, the girl hopped back on her motorcycle, and rode off through the parking lot to find her spot. Mako only stared as she rode away, a smile not even trying to hide on his lips.

"Mako! You ok? I heard…oh shit.", Bolin said as he ran up next to his brother. "Mako what the hell happened to your hand and leg?"

Mako came back to reality and glanced down at the leg Asami had hit. His pants were ripped and he was bleeding. Then he glanced at his hand to see his pink swollen skin.

"Fuck…", he groaned. "My glove will hurt like a bitch in practice for the next few weeks.

"No it won't! Korra can heal it!", Bolin said.

"It's fine Bolin, I'll just wrap up my hand and leg and put some ice on them. No biggie.", Mako assured him.

"But Korra can-hey where's my coffee?", he asked.

"Under your feet."

He limped in the hallway all day and he couldn't take a single note with his stupid burned hand. During lunch he had to eat with his still functioning one and Korra watched him scowl as he chewed his pasta.

"Is the cafeteria food that bad?", she asked.

"No, that's not it.", he muttered.

Bolin chuckled as he twirled his own spaghetti and Korra studied Mako over. The only things that could be heard in the gym were the echoes of Bolin's laughter and Mako's grunts.

"What happened to your hand?", she asked.

"Nothing.", Mako groaned after he swallowed.

Korra eyed her water bottle and thought out a plan. She acted like she was about to sip from the bottle by twisting open the cap. But once it was off, Korra placed the bottle down quickly and grabbed at Mako's scalded palm.

"KORRA! FUCKING SHIT! DON'T DO THAT!", he yelped as she tore off and touched his burn. "WHAT THE FUCK?!"

Bolin was only chuckling louder as his brother's cries of pain echoed through the gym. He tried to jerk his hand back but Korra's strong grip was holding him at bay, and making him hurt more.

He hissed through his teeth before he was sure he would kick her away, but then he started to sigh and calm in relief as Korra's cool drinking water glowed and soothed his irritated skin.

"I told you she could heal you!", Bolin reminded him.

Mako glanced at his brother, realizing what he meant. He thought Korra would just patch it up like any other person, but this was way better.

"You're welcome.", she laughed as she focused on the glowing water in his palm.

He sighed and looked down at Korra as she held his hand in hers, making all his pain go away.

"You think you could do that to my leg? I need to walk tonight.", he explained.

"Well I'm sure I could improve it, but I think Bolin should drive you to wherever your little party is at tonight.", Korra told him.

"Who said it was a party?", he asked.

"For your stuck up self, I hope it is one."

Mako arrived at the fancy restaurant, and sure enough, Asami's name was enough to have a whole team of stylers and designers dress him from head to toe in garments he knew that he would never be able to afford. He was guided to the table where Asami had reserved for them and the two talked on for what seemed like hours. And finally the check arrived at the table.

"Your bill, Miss Sato.", the waiter said.

"Sato? Wait…you're not related to Hiroshi Sato are you? The inventor?", Mako asked.

"Yeah, he's my dad.", she answered.

Mako was in awe again.

"No way!"

Asami chuckled as he absorbed the information.

"What are you doing in a school like RCH? Wouldn't you go to like a really fancy private school or something?", he asked.

"No my parents went there when they were my age. My dad wanted me to have the real high school experience.", she explained.

Mako nodded and looked at the clock on the wall, and realized Bolin would be there any minute to get him.

"I should go.", he said. "It's getting late and my brother needs to sleep."

"Sure you don't want a ride back with me?", she offered.

"Sure you won't hit anyone while I'm in your car?", he chuckled.

Bolin's patience was wearing thin in the parking lot before Mako finally came back to the car.

"Ok now will you tell me who this chick is?!", Bolin asked, all riled up.

"My dates are none of your business.", Mako stated.

"I tell you about mine all the time!", Bolin whined.

"That's because they're around me all the time! It's a new girl every other week with you! Now I'm keeping this to myself ok? You're just gonna have to get over that.", Mako told him.

"Pfft fine. I'll just ask Korra since I know you'll tell her anyways. Since you're besties now.", Bolin groaned.

"I'm not talking to Korra about this either. And I really doubt she cares about my love life.", Mako commented.

"Whatever.", Bolin sighed as he pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road.

Mako couldn't quite explain it but for some reason he felt a little guilty for not wanting to tell Korra about Asami. Well, like he said, he doubted she would care anyway. But little did Mako know, Korra would be far from intrigued about his situation with Asami. He'd see a whole different side of Korra.

And just as he thought of the girl, Bolin's phone buzzed in the cup holder.

New Message: Korra: BOLIN PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE IT'S AN EMERGENCY

Mako's eyebrow arched at the text and glanced to his brother.

"Have you been talking to Korra tonight?", he asked, concern in his words.

"Yeah but I'm holding back a bit, doing a little of hard to get.", Bolin explained. "Why?"

"Has she called you?", he asked.

"I don't know my phone's been down there all night. I was driving around with the radio on, I couldn't hear anything."

Mako grabbed his phone and read her last messages.

Korra: Hey can you come over?

Korra: Bo I think I need your help…

Korra: BOLIN WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING

Korra: WHY WON'T YOU AND MAKO PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONES?

Korra: BOLIN PICK UP YOUR FUCKING PHONE IT'S AN EMERGENCY

Mako's eyes widened as he read them, then he reached into his pocket to see his own phone had died.

"Pull over.", Mako commanded.

"Why?", Bolin asked.

"Pull the fuck over!", Mako exclaimed.

"Ok ok! Geez hotman!", Bolin commented.

Mako shoved Bolin's phone in his face once they were parked on the curb of the street. He scrolled through the text messages.

"Oh shit…"

Mako was sure he was about to throw him out the car but he controlled himself. Bolin dialed Korra's number and put it on speaker for them both. It went straight to Korra's voicemail.

"Where was she going after school?", Mako asked, franticly.

"Air Temple Island, but then she said she had to go to meet a Councilmen at City Hall about something.", Bolin told.

"Which Councilmen?", Mako asked.

"Tarlook. He wanted her to join his task force."

Mako thought everything through. He had only one option to get across Yue Bay to Air Temple island to find out something.

"Call Shady Shin."

Colin's eyes grew wide and full of fear.

"Mako…", he gasped. "You promised we were out of their gang."

"Do you wanna help Korra?", he asked.

Bolin nodded quickly.

"Call him."

Bolin dialed the well known number and in no time Shady Shin was speaking to him.

"Well well well… Bolin's all grown up isn't he?", the voice cackled.

Mako took the phone from his brother and talked to the man.

"Shady, it's Mako. I need a favor."