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Mako knocked at Tahno's front door, he had made it to the house in breath taking speed, Mako waited for a full agonising minute before Tahno came to the door. Tahno looked tense, his muscles where tensing and his eyes darted around Mako, checking for an unknown danger. Tahno was furiously scratching his arm, several welt's had formed at the base of his elbow and Tahno had burst a few open with his nails and he was moving onto other welts.

Tahno ushered him inside without speaking a word. The house had a musky smell, it felt sticky and sweaty, Mako hated the feeling, it didn't feel right, and Mako could hear some reggae music blasting from Tahno's basement.

Tahno led him down the basement and it felt even more smoggy and stuffy in the basement. Tahno's showed him further down the basement, were Ming and Shaozu where sitting in the corner, their eye's where bloodshot and dazed, yet they still acknowledged him and offered him to sit down.

Mako noticed several empty needles on the floor; Mako instantly went rigid and was broke out in a nervous sweat. Mako knew Tahno was into some extreme things, but he never thought hard core drugs. Tahno pushed Mako into a seated position, a little harder than he expected. Mako stared at the trio of drug user's and didn't say anything.

"So you want some?" Tahno asked bluntly. Mako shook his head.

"Then why did you even bother to come here?"

"Because you said that you could help."

"And this," Tahno pointed toward a new needle filled with drugs, "Will help, like I said before, help you forget, about your family, about the crash, about Korra." Tahno finished.

"Why would you want to help me?" Mako asked.

"Because I understand you," Tahno started, "I-I know what you're going through, your life is hell, no-one else understands, no-one else cares, you hate those people, I hate them too, you have to deal with Korra every day, you live across the road from the killer's your family, you can still see your parents faces, all bloody and lifeless, that's what you deal with every day," Tahno smiled as he saw Mako face turn blank, but inside Tahno could tell he was hitting a string, he leaned in closer, " no-one else cares but I do."

Mako snatched the needle out of his hand and placed it on a prominent vain, prepared to place it in into his vein, but he hesitated and his brain kicked into gear. What are you doing? Mako started to shake all over; he dropped the needle on the basement floor.

"I can't do it Tahno" Mako said. Tahno had started to open his mouth and begin a verbal attack but Ming stopped him before he could. "Mako my man, that's all cool, you should try this," Ming said as he pulled out a pocket knife, Mako didn't notice he was looking at the floor, images of his father and mother in a bloody mess of limbs and twisted metal flooded his mind, he replayed the entire ordeal and gasped, Mako realised he never said he loved his father before he died. Mako almost broke downright then. Mako looked up to see Ming handing him a pocket knife. "I had a friend who suffered depression; he said it helped, made him forget."

Mako snatched the knife from his hands and ran out of the basement; he hid the knife in his pockets, took a deep breath and then went out and walked to his own house.

Iroh

Iroh sat down at a table for two with Asami. They had both got there coffee's and where sitting in awkward silence staring into the coffee cups. Iroh decided to break the silence.

"So… how did you fix my car and how do you know so much about cars?" Iroh asked.

Asami giggled slightly "Well your spark plug and your carbonator where stuffed so I basically just um… to put it in terms you would understand," Iroh scoffed and stated laughing.

"That I would understand, Ms Asami Sato, do you doubt my intelligence?" Iroh interrupted in a matter-of-factly which earned him a laugh from Asami. Asami then broke out in a long winded explanation of the inner workings of engines, carbonators and spark plugs. Iroh didn't really pay attention he just made the most of his time with Asami; Iroh didn't know how long it would last. As one of the most popular people in school it was a miracle in itself that Asami was even hanging out with him.

"Do you get it?" Asami finally finished and Iroh shook his head, and Asami laughed again, it was melodic and light, feminine. Iroh loved the sound. "See I could've explained it in language you would understand but NO, you wanted to be all high and mighty!" Asami began her chastising but was interrupted by her phone going off. "Dammit!" she opened her phone "Yes….okay…..sure, yeah, I'll be their soon," She closed her phone "I'm sorry I've got to go, but I'll see you later?" Not waiting for an answer Asami got up and left, leaving Iroh sitting at the table, coffee in hand, gobsmacked.

Iroh watched her walk out and towards her house, well that was….. Short.

Mako

Mako didn't acknowledge his Uncle and Aunt as he went in the house, he made a bee line to the bathroom, images of his Father and Mother flooded his mind, Mako wanted nothing more than for them to be gone. He remembered how he never said 'goodbye' or 'I love you' to them before they died. How they expected Mako to be the strong one, yet Mako was the one shaking and needing help, everything was backwards.

Weak

The words from his nightmare began to circle in his head.

Pathetic

The chant grew stronger.

Failure

His father's voice now joined the chorus that echoed in Mako's head, it was louder than the others, bellowing at full force as if his father was right next to him. That sent Mako over; he looked straight into his own amber eyes through the mirror and made a quick incision on his left wrist over a thick vein. He didn't break eye contact with himself for another minute or so and then Mako let his eyes drift to the flowing blood on his arm.

Mako turned the cold water on and placed his slit wrist underneath the cold water. It stang and he knew that the cut would scar; he wanted it to scar, so it could be a reminder of all his failures, his weakness.

After Mako had washed the all the blood off, he then took the hand towel, dried the cut and put pressure on it with the hand towel.

Mako slumped against the door; his legs had collapsed from under him. When Mako finally got out of the bathroom it was dark outside. How long was I in their? Mako went straight to his room and locked the door behind him, sitting down at his desk. A knock at the door almost made Mako drop the hand towel from his wrist.

"Dinner's ready Mako" said his Uncle Zuko from outside the door.

"I'm not hungry" Mako responded, he heard his Uncle sigh from the other side of the door. "You have to eat Mako, this is the second day in a row where you haven't eaten dinner, and it isn't healthy Mako, please come down and eat, where having steak, you and Bo love steak!" said Zuko.

Mako sighed, he remembered when he, Bolin and Iroh had devoured 9 steaks between them one night at dinner. Since Iroh was an only child, and lived fairly close before the accident, Mako and Bolin hanged out with him a lot, the trio where really more like brothers than cousins.

"I'm just not hungry Uncle Zuko, sorry" Mako added. Zuko walked down the stairs and sighed. "I tried" Mako heard him say.

Mako checked his phone one last time. Mako lay down on his bed and quickly fell asleep, without nightmares.

Bolin

Bolin was struggling, history was never his strong point, he enjoyed the subject itself but when it came to the work he had always dropped short of when it came to written work. He had to write a three thousand word essay on the British involvement in the Crimean War, and it was due in 3 weeks, not an easy task when you don't know where to begin.

Bolin let out a grunt of displeasure, a little bit too loud than he expected. It caught the attention of the girl sitting tall across from him, reading Jane Austin's 'Pride and Prejudice'. She had short brown hair and black rimmed glasses that she pushed up her nose every now and then.

"Frustrated?" She asked Bolin, not taking her eyes off of her book.

"Just a little bit" he replied.

"Need help?" She asked, now looking up from her book.

Bolin considered the proposition, rubbing his fore finger and thumb on his imaginary beard and looked thoughtfully out into the distance. The girl was cute enough, and he could probably get a better mark in History than he had been getting before.

"Sure!" Bolin accepted, "oh, by the way, I'm Bolin" he said while sticking out his hand.

"Jinora" She replied meeting his hand and shaking it firmly.

Mako

Mako was heading out of school towards the car park where Iroh and Bolin where waiting for him, he didn't see a billowing spiral of smoke enveloping from the car's hood, strange. He greeted his brother and cousin but they remained silent. They looked as if they had just seen a ghost; Mako spun around and saw Korra standing expectantly behind him.

"So are you going to take up my offer?" she asked, Mako looked confused, "To hang out together, ring a bell?" Korra added.

"Sure"

"Well I was thinking of going to see the new James Bond movie tonight? It's at 7:30 sound good?" Korra asked with cheeky grin creeping across her face.

"Miss Korra, are you asking me on a date?" Mako joked

"It's only a date if you want it to be one" Korra added before leaving.

Mako turned back to get into the car to see his cousin and brother staring at him, mouth wide open in shock. Bolin was the first to snap out of it. "Mako's getting some tonight!" he yelled, so loudly that Mako heard Korra and Asami giggle behind him, Bolin and Iroh started to tease and taunt Mako the whole drive to his uncle's house, Mako didn't notice he had more pressing things on his mind, like Korra.

So how did you like it? I know dark right! But next Chapter lots of MaKorra! But anyways and questions or ideas are welcome! And as always REVIEW!

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