Pairing: Makorra
Words: 984
Song: Te Amo - Rihanna
A/N: So that new episode was so beautiful, and so I had to write a makorra reunion in the earth kingdom. Sorry, it's really rushed… and I didn't know how to end it. It's kinda crap, but hope you enjoy it anyways.
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It was a crisp evening in Ba Sing Se, a gentle breeze carried throughout the air. They had arrived just yesterday morning, and Mako already couldn't wait to leave. Every day Prince Wu slowly drained his energy, and he just wanted to go back home, get back to being a detective, live his normal life. Unfortunately Chief Beifong didn't give him a specific date of when he could return, so he had no idea how long he was going to be with the new prince-to-be, and it made his head hurt.

"Hey, Mako!" Prince Wu ran into the room, waving small slips of paper in his hand. "I just read from a friend of mine that they have Earthbending fights in town! Can we go? Please, please?"

Mako sighed, great. Something else he can yap about for hours now. "You don't need to ask me. You're the Prince, if you want to go, then go."

Prince Wu's eyebrows furrowed. "Oh yeah, I am aren't I?" Oh for the love of… "You're coming to then! Everywhere I go, you go, and everywhere you go, I go. We are together for life."

Mako resisted the urge to groan, he did not like that idea. Still, maybe watching some sports would cheer up his spirits.

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It was a small arena, circular and cramped. Everyone was shoved up to each other, cheering from the stands, gazing down into the small centre space. At first, walking in was almost sickening, the smell of sweat and bad breath surrounded around him, but as he got lower into the stands, the small of dirt and rocks became more powering. It reminded him of Bolin.

Prince Wu sat in his chair, his perfectly manufactured clothing style, standing out among the grungy crowd. They were close up to the netting covering the fighting area, and Mako could see straight down into the rink.

"This is so exciting! Isn't this exciting?" Wu clapped his hands, and Mako rolled his eyes.

Suddenly the lights dimmed, and the spot light was in the centre. The crowds all roared, banging their chairs and yelling. A man walked in with a microphone, but the cheering was so loud, Mako couldn't make out what he was saying, and moments later, a bell dinged and the fights started. The first fighter came out of the door below into the space, throwing his fists into the air and cracking his neck. Earthbenders were always so muscular.

Seconds later, the second door slid open, and the second fighter walked out. A woman. Her dark hair was cut short, just barely brushing against her shoulders, and she had a bruise on her cheek. Mako's chest tightened, and he squinted, feeling she looked familiar, and noticing her mocha skin.
Another bell dinged, and suddenly rocks were everywhere, blasts thrown at one another. The man lunged, a shock wave echoing across the ground, cracking and buckling it in front of the girl. She jumped and dodged the blow, erupting a pillar from under the man's feet. Mako couldn't help but stare at her, the way she moved, fought was familiar, but he couldn't place it.

Her hair whipped around her face and she shot at her opponent, her mouth clamped down tight, her teeth bared. "Is that all you got?" She yelled.

Mako's heart stopped. He knew that voice. He knew that voice so well it burned, and his stomach dropped.

Korra.

It was almost like music to his ears, and he couldn't stop himself from leaning forward, watching her. He saw her blue eyes then as she let out a growl and jumped, landing hard in the ground, her hands blasting into the rock, easily knocking the man off balance. She ended him with one shot to the shoulder. Dust flew into Mako's face and he coughed, swatting it away, his eyes going to the girl once again.

"We have a winner!" A voice boomed over the sound system, and the man appeared in the rink again, grabbing Korra's arm and lifting it into the air. Mako got a good look at her then, noticed her sharp face, finally outgrown the softness of youth. Her shoulders were tense, and her back slightly hunched. The three years suddenly didn't matter, didn't exist.

As if feeling someone staring, Korra looked up and cyan met amber. At first she didn't recognize him, but then something clicked and her shoulders shook slightly, her mouth parting, eyes widening. The crowds still cheered and one of those people was Prince Wu, his high pitched screech crashing into Mako's eardrums. Still, he never broke eye contact, and he felt something stirring in his chest, a warm feeling, causing his fingers to tingle.
Korra stared until the connection was broken by the ref shooing her out for the next round of fighters. Mako stood up instantly and pushed out of his chair.

"Mako?" Prince Wu asked. "Where are you going? Hey! Wait!"

Mako didn't stop, he ran up the stairs and burst out of the room, quickly looking around, trying to find her. The sound of a door closing echoed to his left, and he turned. Sure enough, Korra was there, a bag slung over her shoulder.

"Korra!" Mako yelled, running up to her. He wasn't letting her get away that easy. Not after all this time.

She turned, catching his eye again, and next thing she knew, arms were wrapped around her, and her body was flush against his. The bag fell to the ground, and she tensed, unsure of what to do, or feel. Eventually her arms went around him too, and her face pressed into his shoulder. He smelled unfamiliar, like plastic and cologne, but underneath, she could still smell ash, and the pure scent of him. She willed herself not to cry. After all the years of uncertainty, and chaos, she finally felt like she was home.