No reviews to attend to today, so all that means is review more damnit!

On a serious note though, due to my combining of chapter 1 and chapter 2 into one chapter, I am worried that a few readers may not have seen the new chapter I posted before this one. I had modified chapters before in other stories and the readers of those had reported that they did not see or know that a new chapter was posted so, here's the warning.

A NEW CHAPTER WAS POSTED BEFORE THIS ONE, CHECK IT IF YOU ARE NOT SURE YOU READ IT.

Now that that's out of the way, I have one more thing to address.

I am unsure of how to phrase this, so bear with me. The majority of stories I read on this site, and not particularly pertaining to this subject of story, exhibit what I see as, for lack of a better phrasing, an us/them type of story or feeling around them. For this story that may be Naruto/Reader and Everyone else. I don't want this story to feel that way for a few reasons.

This story's Naruto is not particularly unique. As in, practically god if he comes from his own universe. This is not that Naruto. The next reason is that I want this story to focus more on 'The Group' or rather, Naruto, Asami, Korra, and Kuvira. I don't want the story's focus to be on Naruto. This goes back to the us/them feeling I was talking about.

But what does this all mean in the long run? Simple. I am going to try to maintain a more group focused writing style, as in, each character's thoughts will be explored more. Think for example the Kurama sections vs the Naruto sections. This does not mean that less focus will be given to Naruto, but rather, more focus will be given to the other characters in order to bring them up to similar if not the same level of focus.

This, in my opinion, will hopefully make the story feel less focused on Naruto and eliminate that us/them feeling I was talking about. Again, if that doesn't make sense, the TL:DR is basically that the story will (hopefully if I stay consistent) focus more on the group rather than Naruto.

If you've got questions or concerns, review or PM so that I may address them. PM's will be ideal for questions and concerns.

Let's move on.

"That man is allowed to walk about Republic City like a coyote because his monstrous strength isn't his strong suit. The man's a practical genius, good with people. Knows what to look for. He's been covering his shit up for decades, and not a single damn lackey of his is willing to testify against him. Not even out of fear,"

"He just instills loyalty like I've never seen." -Lin Beifong to Suyin Beifong.

Kurama grimaced as he pulled off the barely-there jacket from Volt's dead body, the piece of cloth disintegrating into ash at his touch until all that remained was a tiny piece of the cloth. As men swarmed around the clearing and cleaned everything up at a rapid pace, Kurama inspected the cloth with a bored eye.

It wasn't anything special, considering the boy was wearing a replica of his father's suit built of worse materials, but it did mean something to Kurama as he grinned, tucking in the cloth in the collar of his suit, proudly allowing the pendant he had taken from Louis' dead body to gleam atop the cloth like a pedestal. At least he could bring something home to those kids. Lucy and Luke would be devastated, and Kurama wasn't looking forward to seeing them wander the streets.

"Everything's cleaned up sir. Should we send word to the Triad?" One of Kurama's men questioned as he stood beside the man, staring down at the very few remaining pieces of ash as they waved about slightly on Kurama's palm. Kurama stared at the ashes, his eyes hardening.

"No. Zolt probably already knows. But, call for a meeting. The little boys need to know they aren't allowed to even look at Naruto. I'll tear down this whole city if they touch him." Kurama ordered, his eyes maintaining their steel quality as he thumbed the ashes softly. The man nodded, despite the murderous aura around Kurama. He'd been around it for over 5 years, he was used to it.

"Everyone? Including the Rays?" He questioned, and Kurama turned to look at him, dropping the ashes as a light shadow was cast over his face, though the man could still see the violet steel of his eyes.

"Everyone. The Rays, the 13's, and especially the Triad. If even one of them don't show up I'll end their entire operation within the hour." Kurama's growl sounded far more guttural than the man was used to, but he nearly nodded and sped off to begin organizing the meeting. It seemed King Kurama was going to exercise his right to pass laws once more.

As Kurama stood there, he felt her hands drift across his chest, tracing a little swirl mark on his shoulders as she floated away. He narrowed his eyes, glaring even as his body flared up, his skin glowing orange for a brief moment.

Naruto grinned awkwardly as he pulled lightly at the collar of his light blue shirt, looking around the fancy restaurant with nervous eyes.

"Uh-hahahuh… Asami? D-Did you mean to come here?" Naruto asked the girl, though she ignored him as a suited man stepped forwards towards there group and nodded his head in respect.

"Always a pleasure Ms. Asami. Right this way." His eyes trailed across Asami's group before turning around, his arms folding in the small of his back as he strode across the expanse of velvet floors and silky white table covers. Naruto rubbed the back of his head awkwardly as he followed the group from a medium distance behind them, grinning nervously as the clearly high-class patrons trailed his figure with narrowed eyes that spelled out their dissatisfaction with him. Coughing lightly, Naruto stumbled when he noticed that the group stopped.

"Woah…" Korra mumbled, her eyes stars as she looked at the regal purple booth lined with gold. She reached out and grasped the table cover even as Asami laughed and sat down as if she had just walked into Ichiraku. Naruto gulped, taking a seat beside Kuvira in the booth with Korra next to Kuvira and Asami across from Naruto and sitting next to Korra in the odd, semi-circle booth around the table.

"How'd you get a reservation here!?" Korra practically begged, grabbing onto Asami's shoulders and shaking her with desperation while Asami openly laughed, shaking her head and waving her hands in amusement.

"No no no, I own the restaurant." Asami stopped laughing to stare with an amused eye at the group's reactions. Korra's mouth dropped open as her eyes widened dramatically, Kuvira's brows raised but she maintained her composure, and Naruto was too busy looking around nervously.

"You OWN THIS PLACE!?" Korra screamed, and Naruto gulped and grinned shakily as the other patrons openly glared at his table. He waved, but they huffed with a haughty look and turned away from. Shaking his head, Naruto turned to the conversation and nearly chuckled at Korra's face, but the crushing aura of the restaurant was forcing his words to stay in his throat. Asami looked at Korra with a nearly annoyed look, shaking her head.

"Yesssss… You didn't catch my last name did you?" Asami asked in an annoyed tone, looking at Korra from the corner of her eye as she looked down in exasperation. Korra seemed confused.

"No…?"

"It's Sato. As in, Satomobiles? Making sense now?" Asami explained in a sarcastic tone, and Korra's face immediately flashed in realization.

"Oooohhhhhhh… yea. That makes sense." Naruto sighed and shook his head at Korra's antics, before allowing his eyes to bounce around the restaurant. Kuvira noticed, and tapped his shoulder, and he jumped a little, looking at her with wide eyes before exhaling heavily, shaking his head.

"GAH! Guh… geez… Kuvira you gotta… you gotta be careful. Whew." Naruto breathed out, chuckling at her to cover up how nervous he was. Everyone noticed though.

"What's wrong Naruto?" Asami asked, her brows scrunching up slightly in concern. Naruto looked at her, and then to Korra, before sighing and shaking his head.

"Nothing just… I've never been in a fancy place like this. I'm just a lil' nervous is all." Naruto told them, rubbing the back of his head with an awkward grin. Asami chuckled, Kuvira nodded, and Korra looked down in an exasperated manner.

"Oh come onnn! I haven't been in here either but, just look at this place! It's great!" Korra exclaimed, waving her hands around the group and towards the grand restaurant they were seated in. Naruto followed, looking around, and found that his nervousness did get relieved slightly as he genuinely took in the grandeur of the place.

"See? There's nothing to worry about, we've even got the owner sitting right next to us! We're fine. We're better than fine, we're great!" Korra's exclamation was followed up with a grand gesture of her hands, and Naruto found himself smiling despite the nervousness in his chest that was slowly being eaten by the poison beneath it.

"Alright alright alright I get it. I get it. What kinda food they got here anyway?"

Kurama stared at the small room from his chair, left leg crossed over the right one as he lounged in a leisurely fashion, inspecting the blackened areas underneath his nails. He flicked a piece of ash off of his index and watched as 3 men entered the room.

The first was a very clearly angry Zolt, but Kurama's eyes flashed joyously as he watched the man physically restrict himself from lashing out at the man sitting in the chair. Kurama's grin appeared, his eyes following Zolt as the man sat down, glaring at Kurama while his body sat in a respectful position. The other two men, one with vibrant green hair and black eyes, and another with simple brunette hair and glasses, sat down in the other two chairs. The men formed a diamond within the room, and Kurama's eyes flashed as he sat his leg down and leaned forward, linking his fingers together and staring at the men.

"You've called us here. What for." The man to his left, the brunette in glasses, stared stoically at Kurama and pushed up his glasses, sitting upwards in a rigid form. Kurama's eyes flashed over to him, and his grin stretched a slight bit at the way he could see a shiver run through the man's form.

"I've called you three here, Omen, because I have to lay down a new law." Kurama hid the smile on his face as the green haired man groaned, sitting back lazily in his chair and glaring at Kurama.

"Fuck you and fuck your rules Kurama. I'm gonna take this fucking city from you one day you old fuck." The man's confident tone made Kurama's eyes sparkle with euphoria.

"That'd be a cold day in hell, Ryu. Say some shit like that again and I'll cut your family tree down." Kurama growled, staring directly into Ryu's eyes and grinning maliciously as the younger man jumped up out of his seat and put his arms in front of him defensively. "Yea, hehehehhhh, I'd love to see you 'take this fucking city' from me when I can get you shaking by looking at you. Pussy." Ryu huffed, sitting down quickly and glaring as his face reddened slightly. Zolt's face had become stone as he stared at Kurama.

"What is this about. I have… a funeral to plan." Kurama's grin lowered at the physical pain heard from Zolt's voice. Kurama stared directly into the man's eyes and just looked into them. The myriad of emotions, both aggressive and depressing, intoxicated Kurama.

"The boy did it to himself Zolt. Killed my men. I wasn't going to-" "Shut up. You don't think I know that my own boy's an idiot! Gah just… just shut up." Zolt glared at Kurama, his throat enlarging with the force of his will restraining himself from jumping at Kurama and falling to his death. Kurama merely nodded, and then untangled his hands, leaning back in his seat.

"As I said, a new law is getting laid down today. You see, there's a boy that's just arrived to Republic City. He's," Kurama snapped his fingers and held his hand out, and immediately a painting sized portrait of Naruto was placed into it, the man holding it up for the other men to see, "Special." Kurama finished, narrowing his eyes as he looked at the men.

"The fuck's this gotta do with some pansy like him?" Ryu asked, and Kurama openly glared, snarling.

"If you speak again I'm ripping your throat out. That goes for any of you. Badmouth the boy and I end your operations in the city and build a new cemetery out of your hideouts." Kurama's glare intensified, his finger pointing at each of the three men before he settled down, breathing slightly.

"The boy's name is Naruto Uzumaki. He's," Kurama set the portrait down so that it rested on his chair, and left his hand on the painting as he stared into it, "My nephew." Kurama's eyes briefly glanced at each of the men, narrowing his eyes at the way their eyes seemed to focus up a bit more at the revelation. "So," Kurama raised his head and allowed his full aura to wash upon the men, each one of them visibly tensing and attempting to stay upright. Kurama stood, allowing the light from the room to shadow his eyes as they glowed a mix of violet and orange.

"If anyone in this city touches him, talks about him, looks at him, hell even if one of you three or even a grunt think about him, heheh, well…" The glow in Kurama's eyes began to glow a much more intense orange, "I'll, I'll kill. All. Of. You. You'd better prepare for war the…" Kurama breathed in as the anger from the thought of a dead Naruto flaring throughout his system, "MOMENT" Kurama grunted out weightily, his aura getting heavier, "Something happens to him. Because, Because," Kurama staggered forward, grasping at something invisible in front of him as he glared at the men, "I will be coming. And I won't stop coming until your," Kurama raised his right hand and swung it down fiercely, "ANCE-estry is erased from history." Kurama threatened, snarling at the man and gesturing his head backwards.

"Huh… huh… huh… get them out of here, before I lose my shit." Kurama mumbled breathlessly, satisfied as the practically paralyzed men were quickly grabbed by Kurama's men and ushered out of the room. Kurama shook his head, calming down his breathing with a small exercise of willpower before he caught a glimpse of Naruto's portrait.

Kurama stared at it, clasping his hands behind his back and crouching down to stare at the boy's face, narrowing his eyes. In the photo he was wearing his usual clothing. Light blue, sleeveless shirt, wolf furs at his waist that cascaded down over his thighs, and baggy, dark blue pants to finish it off excluding the boots on the boys feet. He shakily unraveled his hands and slowly reached his right hand outwards, gently cascading it down the photo until it reached the pendant that shined in the middle of Naruto's chest. Kushina's pendant.

Kurama restrained himself from the surge of murderous intent that very nearly boiled over. He wanted so, so, so, so, sosososososSOSOSOSOSO badly to kill that man. To punch out a space for him in a concrete wall and shove him there, forcing his own hand into that filth's chest to pull apart its ribcage and grasp firmly around the man's heart, pumping it with increasing force until it popped as that, that pathetic piece of dogshit, of manure, of filth, of…Kurama breathed. In his vision, that trash would watch as his heart popped in Kurama's hands, the tissue splattering across his skin as blood spewed everywhere. Kurama licked his lips as that euphoric taste of copper ghosted over his tongue.

But, he couldn't kill the man. It wasn't that he physically couldn't or that the man was hidden. He knew where the man was, as did Naruto now, but… It was not his jurisdiction. Kurama would gladly take the mantle, the responsibility, of ending whatever shriveled up, worthless excuse of a soul the man who had butchered his beloved Kushina had, but it ultimately fell to Naruto. It was Naruto's job. His glory. His… vengeance. To deny the boy his practical birthright would go against everything Kurama stood for. What he lived for since he had nothing else. And, that particular thought had brought a boiling ocean of hatred to the forefront of Kurama's eyes as he glared past Naruto's portrait.

Zolt. He'd seen the intent in that idiot's eyes. That little spark of planning, the little gleam of rebellion. Of murder. Kurama knew it well, for it was a permanent feature of his own eyes. The man clearly, at the very least, wanted to do something in regards to Naruto. It did not take a genius to figure out that Zolt wanted to butcher Kurama's only remaining family. The last real Uzumaki. The last full one, the one who still held her favor. Kurama stood, pacing around the room.

That gleam was very troubling to Kurama. On one hand, Zolt was a perfectly sane man that had no plans to oppose his king, his satan. Kurama knew that Zolt knew he'd fail. He'd die the instant he tried to start. Kurama had eyes and ears in the damn ground, in the walls, the ceilings, the sky, the damn water. There was nowhere in Republic City that Kurama didn't have ears in. But, on the other hand, Zolt was a father. A grieving one. Kurama understood more than anyone the lengths one could go to for family. His hands were still stained.

Sighing heavily, Kurama crouched down in front of the portrait and continued to study it as his mind ran rampant. The mistress, as fickle and greedy as she was, laced her arms around his forearms in a sort of web and stroked the skin through his suit sleeves gently. Kurama growled lowly to himself, glaring at her ethereal image as it waved about in front of his face. She appeared to frown, the corners of her mouth dipping in a dainty fashion while her brows scrunched up.

He watched as she began to float away, unraveling her arms from around his and floating upwards away from him. As she left, Kurama held a fleeting thought that he smelt blood. For a brief moment, Kurama continued to stay on his knees, arms limp as he stared at the ground. His mind wandered the path he had taken in life, what he had done. The weight of the blood on his hands was too heavy for even him to lift. A knock at the door behind him stirred him.

"Sir," Kurama turned around to stare at his follower, and his eyes widened a fraction at the man standing beside him, before a grin settled onto his face.

"Leave us." Kurama's command was met with shuffling feet and the rapid closing of a door as he stood, groaning slightly at the way his joints popped before he stretched his back, stopping to stare at the man with extreme joy in his eyes, grinning in the trademark Kurama smirk.

"Well, well, well, wellwellwellwellwellwell… If it ain't Amon."

Kuvira's eyes drifted as she leaned on her left hand, watching the way Asami and Korra talked excitedly between each other, and then drifting her eyes over to Naruto as he sat at her side, staring down at the table cloth aimlessly. He appeared to be thinking. Kuvira wanted to ask him what about, but she restrained herself in favor of examining his features.

Her eyes had always been drawn to his own. Their color had not been matched by any other, even the Avatar at her side could not boast such vibrantly blue eyes as Naruto. And, they had this interesting quality about them. Change.

Kuvira had met many people in her short life, and none had such clarity of emotion in their eyes as he. The normal color, that of the blue sky, grew brighter with the gleam of his eye acting as the cloud within its own skyscape whenever he seemed to be genuinely happy or excited. Like he had been at Ichiraku Sushi. Other times, like now, when he seemed in thought his eyes seemed to bleed a little violet outwards from his pupil. It was very slight, and she had only noticed it twice before now, but it was there. The phenomenon intrigued Kuvira to no end.

There was a third instance of change within those spherical eyes. Negativity made the sky rain and turn to ice on the ground, deeply darkened and sharpened. Kuvira had teased the idea within her own speculation that his eyes could be used as knives. The ice that Naruto could conjure up from, quite literally, thin air with his bending did not hold a candle to how… cold his eyes could get. Could not match the clarity, the sharp edge to them.

Kuvira lied to herself when she told herself it did not unnerve her. Not even in hardened, veteran soldiers did she see such an edge to a person's eyes. Nevertheless, this edge became a quality to Naruto's eyes that drew Kuvira in. No matter how she felt, or what was happening, Kuvira found that she could, rather dangerously easily, fall into the sky of Naruto's eyes and drift along, weightless.

While his eyes may be his most curious quality, Kuvira could appreciate the other qualities about his appearance. The most obvious being his sun-dipped hair. Kuvira had seen the way Naruto's head bobbed within crowds simply because it looked as if the sun had given the Earth a child, a replica. The spiky silk threads that made up his head of hair looked to be soft as a baby's bottom, and Kuvira at many points had to stop herself from reaching to caress his head out of curiosity to see if their feeling lived up to their appearance.

There were other qualities. The line of his jaw, the bridge of his nose, even his brows all held a certain… soft edge to them that Kuvira found appealing. Naturally, being a bender made his physique pleasantly fit, and his form held a certain litheness to it that Kuvira enjoyed.

She caught her thoughts and told herself it was all ambient observations. Closing her eyes and breathing in softly, Kuvira opened them to find the pleasant surprise of Suyin and Baatar Jr. entering the building near the front. She smiled despite herself and stood up, indicating to Naruto through a gesture that she needed to leave the booth.

"Oh, sorry. Where're you going?" She turned at his question and smirked cheekily.

"Suyin's here, might as well invite her on over, right?" Kuvira asked, moreso towards their hostess as she looked over to Asami, who was drawn from her conversation with Korra and looked over to her with an 'O' on her face.

"Uhhhh… surrrreeee…" Asami hesitantly replied, puffing her cheek out awkwardly. Kuvira smiled despite the obvious intrusion and turned around to greet Suyin with a smile and a wave. "Suyin! Heheeyyy!" Kuvira exclaimed happily, jogging over to the older woman and groaning pleasantly as she hugged the practical mother in her life.

"Oh Kuvira! What are you here for? Don't tell me you left Korra for some date, now did you?" Suyin teased, smiling as Kuvira looked annoyed and placed her hand on her hip. "Just kidding, I know I know… You'd take Korra with you of course." Suyin openly laughed at the way Kuvira's face managed to somehow get even more annoyed.

"No. Obviously not. We are being treated to lunch by the Sato heiress, actually." Kuvira smirked at the way Suyin's brows flew up and her mouth dropped open.

"No. Way. You're getting free food!?" Baatar Jr. behind Suyin groaned at the fact that Suyin cared more about free food than the spirits-above Sato heiress. Regardless, Baatar Jr. smiled as he looked up and saw Kuvira, though it faltered only slightly when she seemed to ignore him in favor of grinning in a cocky manner to Suyin.

"Yep. Damn right I am. And uh," Kuvira leaned him cheekily, her hand raising up to her cheek as she whispered dramatically, "You want some?" Suyin's grin told Kuvira all she needed to know.

"I wish to have a word, King." Amon's gravelly voice beat itself into Kurama's ears in an attempt at dominance. Kurama found he enjoyed the mystery man's confidence.

"A word huh?" Kurama's eyes widened in a joyous manner as his brows rose up, wiggling in thought as he stared at the man. The two men stared at each other, until Amon's head lowered slightly, his hood shadowing the upper portions of his mask.

"Tell your other men to leave as well." Kurama's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, and he snapped his fingers. Instantly, 5 men who had hidden within the room crawled out from various spaces and left the room. Kurama felt his muscles tense in preparation as the energy within his body began to stir. Amon had been the second man to ever notice their presence. A puzzle piece had been placed in Kurama's palm.

"What's this word you've got for me, hm? You've piqued my curiosity. Whether that's a good or bad thing for you is up to you, Amon." Kurama's growl was far more guttural and dominant than Amon could ever hope to achieve, and seeing the radical leader's chest deflate that fraction of a centimeter brought pride to Kurama's eyes. And yet another piece fell into his palm.

"You are a non-bender, are you not? If you are, my word should only be so obvious." Kurama's grin stretched across his face as he backpedalled with weighty, deliberate steps until he slumped loudly into his chair, leaning into a terrible posture for his back and resting his hand regally on the arm rest.

"I am no fool, Amon. And neither are you. You're smart, I can tell. No one makes it in this room if they are a fool, and not a single damn person has ever managed to be in my city without me knowing everything about them. So, that being said," Kurama leaned forward slowly, his eyes narrowing as a light orange glow briefly emanated from them, his fingers lacing together in front of his face, "Tell me exactly what your plan is. Because, being as smart as you are, you know that taking away everyone's bending will only destroy this world." Kurama watched as Amon's eyes gained a calculative glint to them, and his eyes mirrored the action. This confrontation seemed to be shaping up to be a match of wit.

"How so? Being the knowledgeable man you are, you will know what I stand for. What I teach the people of this city, and eventually the world. Bending brings war where peace may bring prosperity." Amon's arms flashed out to his sides as he finished, though his head remained as a wall in front of Kurama, the pair's eyes locked to each other. Pupil met pupil even as irises contracted and relaxed regularly. Faces twitched slightly, though Kurama could only guess if Amon's did as well.

"To say that bending does not bring benefit is blatantly wrong. We rely on bending for everything around us. Water benders purify the ocean so we may drink it, Earth benders construct our buildings so we may sleep peacefully, and Fire benders generate our electricity so we may continue to advance as a civilization. And," Kurama smiled cheekily even as Amon's eyes narrowed dangerously behind his mask, "Air benders sit around and preach ideals they barely follow." Kurama's grin dropped as fast as it had appeared, his fingers acting as a rest for his head as he continued to stare at Amon, who seemed to be contemplating his response.

"With the rapid advance of technology, the practical need for benders is lessening by the day. Benders are no longer leaders of their industries, take the Sato corporation for an example. I'd wager to say that even you are an example of non-bending prowess. Look at all that you have built, can you honestly say to me that a bender would have been able to do the same?" Kurama narrowed his eyes. Amon could be a damn good manipulator if this was how he spoke on a normal basis. To a man such as Kurama, however, this meant nothing.

"It is good to see that both of us have our secrets in this room. I was a bender at one point, boy." Kurama revelled in the pure shock and widening of Amon's eyes. "And, had I retained my ability to bend, I would have only taken Republic City twice as fast as I had. You are foolish to think a bender cannot accomplish what a non-bender can. But," Kurama leaned back, his eyes maintaining their unwavering observance of Amon's own, Kurama's left hand reaching out as if he were looking at his nails, "Perhaps I can let it pass as a misphrasing. What you meant to say is that Benders lack the drive of non-benders. It is only natural, life comes easier to a bender, normally."

"Regardless of phrasing, the point stands. Non-benders can and do achieve far more than benders, and non-benders are at a constant disadvantage. I seek equality. I do not seek to… take away individuality or skill. But, sacrifices must be made for equality. Surely you know of sacrifice? I am sure we both know of the trials one must face to achieve their goals, yes?" Despite the very obvious smile that Kurama could practically smell on Amon's face, Kurama's own remained stone, before a subtle snarl briefly flashed up the left side of his face.

"You talk of equality and yet you don't even know your own place. You don't even know who you're speaking to, do you? We are on two completely different levels, Amon, and for you to sit here and speak to me as an equal is a pathetic attempt to sway me towards your goals. Clearly, you need me far more than I need you." Kurama's chest swirled around in euphoria at the malicious anger that began to swirl around in Amon's eyes.

"That's preposterous! I am here to ensure your-" "How many bodies?" Kurama interrupted Amon by standing quickly, his face shadowed as the light from the ceiling beamed behind his head. Amon looked up, and to his credit he did not react to Kurama's imposing figure.

"What? Bodies? Humor me, I am confused."

"I asked," Kurama stepped forward, leaning down until his nose was mere inches away from Amon's mask, "How many bodies? How many deaths? How much blood stains your hands? Hm?" Kurama watched as Amon's eyes widened behind his mask and he backed up an inch.

"N-None! This is a peaceful revolution!" Amon shouted out angrily, as if he had been disrespected and slandered. Kurama's face remained stone as he stood, hands latched behind his back. His jaw flexed.

"I had 84 bodies on my hands by the time I was 14." Kurama's words slammed into Amon like a truck, and the man began to squirm in his seat as Kurama continued to beam down upon him with glowing orange eyes.

"You and I are not equals. You know nothing of sacrifice. Of trials. Of pain. Even of duty. Responsibility. You are a child playing a god's game. I can see it in your eyes. You have placed yourself upon a pedestal higher than humanity." Kurama paused as Amon's hand raised up towards him, and he felt his blood seize within his veins. He watched as Amon rose slowly, defiance and anger flashing in his eyes. Steadily, euphoric joy and accomplishment began to shine within Amon's eyes. Kurama merely continued to watch, unmoved even as his blood's motions were not his own.

"I will start with you. My new world, brought about by Revelation, does not have a place for monsters within the bodies of men. You say that I am a child playing a god's game, but you are a monster playing a man's sport." Amon glowered, glaring from his mask as Kurama stiffly stood in front of him.

"I will continue to let you play this game of your's in my city." Kurama spoke calmly, stepping forward as his skin glowed orange. Amon's eyes widened exponentially as he began to run to the door, tripping and falling over, rolling onto his back to stare with wide eyes as Kurama strode forward towards him.

"I knew you'd be a bender. I just knew it. A real non-bender would never have put himself on a pedestal. To think you'd be a Blood Bender, just like a certain…" Kurama grinned dangerously as the puzzle seemed to fall in place, completed. "Criminal." Amon's eyes began to shake, his body following suit as he tried to push himself through the wall.

"And, now that I know a little bit more about you, I'll say something. Truthfully, from the bottom of my heart," Kurama crouched down, his eyes low and narrow as he looked into the pure horror and fear within the radical leader's eyes. He reached out, watching as the man shook and screamed while avoiding it, but Kurama grasped his shoulder roughly and forced Amon to look at him.

An absolutely predatory and dominant grin slowly stretched across Kurama's face.

"Welcome to Republic City."

I wanted to continue with this chapter, but god damn this is just such a good ending for it.

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