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Agni Kai—Intensity

"…and I left behind my brother, my mother and never looked back."

Noatok had finished his tale, and he had never spoken so much truth in many years. His black tongue was shedding its lying skin away, and it had felt unsettling for him to tell his once most hated enemy about his true self. She had sat quietly through the story, looking down and nodding at certain parts. When he spoke of his father, her eyes had widened and she stared at his scars with new understanding and sympathy.

"It's been so long since I spoke my own name," he admitted, giving a slight smirk. "It almost doesn't even feel like mine any longer."

Amon gave a bark of laughter in his mind while Noatok nodded along with Korra.

"Noatok," Korra mumbled, going over the new syllables in her mouth. "I'm sorry for what happened to you."

He grimaced and snapped his eyes upward.

"You don't need to be," he responded softly. "It was my fault. If I had just been stronger, I could have saved my brother and mother from Yakone's cruelty before it was able to escalate."

"You can't seriously think that was your fault?"

Noatok raised his eyebrow at her. She didn't think he was weak? Her eyes had their familiar burn in them and she stared, unflinching, back at the glowing man.

"Of course it was…" he muttered back to her. "If I was just stronger…"

He repeated this like it was a lifeline, the only thing that held Amon in power inside him. You're weak, you're weak. You left like a coward. Amon struggled to argue.

"It's not your fault. You had to leave that place. I can't imagine how hard it must have been for you and your brother to just sit there and take that kind of punishment."

You're weak, you're weak—

"Noatok, listen to me," Korra called softly. "You were right to leave. Everything is going to be ok, now."

Like a flip of a switch, Amon was defeated. Noatok took control of his soul, and he was able to see through the darkness of the mask. How long I have waited to hear those words. All the dreams and visions in sleep had purpose now. She, the real one, had spoken the keys to the locks on his soul, and now, he knew, there would be no life without her by his side. However, Amon couldn't be the one to rule Korra, it had to be Noatok, and he had to love with her, equally. Realizing his new freedom, he opened himself up to her.

"Korra, have I told you about my dreams?" he asked mischievously.

She looked confused back at him.

"I suppose not, then," he concluded. "Since I killed my father, I've had these dreams. They were of a girl."

He peered up at her reaction, and she nodded slowly, pushing him to continue, he gave a deep sigh.

"It was a water tribe girl. She came to console me every night, and I loved her. She was my salvation in the dark, someone who understood me better than anyone. She was you. When I first met you that night on Avatar Aang Memorial Island, I saw she was you, the girl riding the polar bear dog in my dreams."

"No way," she responded, a look of shock on her face. "That's why you did this? That's why I'm not a non bender already? Don't get me wrong, I'm happy that you didn't take it away…but, damn, that's some crazy cactus juice you're on, Noatok."

She gave a slight chuckle at his eccentric dreams, and, rather than becoming increasingly angry at the girl, he laughed along with her, allowing his spirit some amount of freedom and happiness. It was good to hear his actual, much lighter laugh than his dark, menacing one that Korra was always so used to.

"Actually," she omitted sheepishly. "I've been having dreams with Aang. Strictly avatar business, though, not like yours. He keeps telling me to not fight, and help you 'heal old wounds'."

Noatok was shocked, avatar Aang actually was threatened by him at some point. He was slightly honored.

"I believe you just did that, Korra," Noatok explained to her and pointed to his beautiful glowing face.

"Oh, right," she blushed and smiled back at the new Amon.

He gave a gulp. This is all I had to do!? Korra giggled at his new state of inexperience. She scooted closer to him, and rested her head on his shoulder. He gave another nervous gulp, without the confidence of Amon, Noatok acted just like a seventeen year old boy, unsure what to do with the opposite sex. He lowered an arm around Korra, and the two remained wrapped up in each other for a moment in his glow and her forgiveness. Oh Spirits, I love her. At this realization, Amon gave another thrash, and knocked Noatok aside, blindsiding him.

"No! No!" Amon growled to Korra, the one that threatened his power. "I cannot allow that."

The scars faded completely, and enhanced in their distortion. As if they were not disgusting enough, the skeletal grin stretched to his ears and the infections swelled and spewed. Korra, who was just about to reach out to the conflicted man in a gesture of comfort, held back. He sat up straight and calculated. All the work, all the healing, seemed to disappear, as Amon smiled gruesomely. Noatok was chained down again, Amon held the key, and swallowed it down. He looked to Korra, who sat fearfully next to him.

"Thank you, avatar," he said sarcastically. "For showing me how soft I'd been. To think, I almost let you win. I see now the manipulation of benders such as yourself. You throw us a bone, and expect a complete change when you remain just as exploiting."

This guy is so messed up, Korra thought, as she sighed. I thought I was really getting to him. She gave it one last shot.

"Noatok…"

"No," he cut her off, his pupils dilating. "Do not speak that wretch's name. He is no longer me, and I no longer him. However, I do find myself becoming quite envious that you seem to show him more love than I."

Korra gave a gulp, and began to shift away from him, his tone was losing all sympathy and he cocked his head to the side, boring his eyes into hers. He came up on his feet, snatching his mask along with him, and began to latch it back onto his face, but he paused, and Korra felt a surge of hope. A hope that was utterly replaced by fear with one look from him.

"I seem to recall a threat that I have not carried out on," he nodded, and she shook her head wildly. "Yes, avatar. I think this will be the perfect way to discipline your escape and manipulation."

He crouched down, threw his mask away from his person, and started to crawl closer to her. She shifted back.

"Noatok, Noatok!" she screamed to him. "Listen to me! This isn't you! I know you now! Amon isn't you! Listen! Listen!"

In a slithering strike, Amon carried the avatar by her arms, and pushed her against the nearest wall.

"You don't know anything, avatar," he spat, his eyes filling with lust for her. "This is me. The boy is no longer, and will never come back."

"Noatok," she whimpered again. "Please stop. I don't want to hurt you."

Amon chuckled cruelly in her ear.

"You forget too easily, avatar," Amon hissed, and he ripped her first layer of clothing in half in a deft tear.

She threw up her non wounded leg in a fiery kick, and he struck her in the pressure point there, however she managed to give him a swift knee to the groin and hobbled away from him, but he was too quick and snatched her arm and pulled her to him.

"Keep that fight," he whispered malevolently.

Her eyes narrowed in a glare, refusing to give up on Noatok.

"Is this how Yakone treated your mother?"

Amon growled and threw her onto the bed, not giving up on his mission to have her. She whimpered in the pain of her leg and body, rolling to one side of the bed. Noatok, Noatok, she reminded herself. He began to undress himself.

"I wonder if Noatok would stand for this cruelty. Would he? You should know," she kept trying to resurface the prodigal son out of his cage.

Noatok yelled inside Amon, roaring with rage at the parallelism between himself and his hated father. His shirt was off and he let out a loud snarl.

"Silence, girl!" Amon shouted.

"I think I know what your brother thought when you abandoned him."

He stopped then, his face wiped completely clean of all emotions, save sadness. Amon coughed up the key. Korra was prepared to continue.

"Yes, your brother! Imagine what he felt! A brother gone, a father dead. Who could he turn to now?"

Amon numbly sat down in front of Noatok's cage, and begged for forgiveness.

"Stop…" Amon mumbled.

Amon unlocked the cage, Noatok was freed once more. But, he didn't spite Amon, he held his other half in an embrace. The mask and the teenager, becoming one in his head. Korra lifted her pained body up and sat, awaiting Amon's response. His scars began to glow.

"Korra," Noatok stated, coming closer to her and sitting softly on the bed. "I'm sorry. I didn't know what came over me."

She breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at the ashamed Noatok.

"I do," she answered, and he raised a curious eyebrow at her. "You're conflicted, and you've worn that mask so long, you don't know how to act, caught between Amon and Noatok. It's easy to see. Both of them are fighting for control. Now the scars just copy your different sides."

Amon was surprised. She had brains under that pretty head of hers. Noatok nodded severely in agreement, while Amon gave a curt shrug of relinquishment. His duality saw eye to eye and he appreciated that Korra could see so clearly through his mask. His scars shimmered brighter whenever he gazed upon her, and she giggled.

"Oh, sorry—" he apologized again.

Poor little Noatok, she thought affectionately as she cut him off, placing a finger to his lips, which he smiled under, she leaned in, and they both connected. The loneliness of so many years, spilled out of Amon and Noatok, both of them relinquished their hate of the world, and Korra accepted it, now seeing the path that Aang was nudging her to all along. They were flung deeper into the kiss, and Noatok gently pressed her down into the bed. Her exploding nature, so ready to love and be healed herself for the pain that Amon had caused, was urging the new Noatok to come into her. He stayed his affections and leaned back nervously.

"Korra, are you sure?" he inquired, raising his eyebrow at her sheepishly.

She responded by wrapping her arms around him and landing a kiss on his cheek.

"Only if you are, Noatok."

He gave a slight grin and he tackled her lightly back down. He peeled the rest of his and her clothing off and the two became one. The opposites of Republic City, Tui and La, Yin and Yang connected, and the world was set right, but ultimately separate. His wild hair hung down as he gave her a bombardment of kisses and licks, and she returned them all with much more savagery, which caught him off guard. Not having much experience in the matter, Noatok was unsure of what to do with such a beautiful woman beneath him, but he allowed Amon to portray his expertise in such situations. Finally, Amon was able to have Korra, but share her with Noatok.

"I told you I'd come back with a vengeance," Amon cooed in her ear, and she peered worriedly back up at his face, making sure his scars remained glowing brilliantly, which they were, and she rolled her eyes happily as he grinned mischievously.

They wrapped around each other, their heartbeats pounding in unison, and as they linked, there were numerous smiles and chuckles as they enjoyed their night together under the sheets. Amon did his duty well, as Noatok shared his immense love for Korra. She kissed up and down his neck and dug her nails into his back wildly, and they both moaned in contentment. Intertwining silently, they let their emotions pour out of them in waves, pushing and pulling along with the moon. Finally, Amon believed she was ready, and he pressed into her, filling her with his conflicting nature, and, as expected, she accepted it readily, noticing the spiking, growing pain, and the extreme pleasure felt as he explored her on the inside. She latched onto his face, becoming his new mask, and gave him impassioned kisses along his bright, powerful wounds. She began to bend any water in the room, and envelop them both in it, using her powers to enhance their joy. He smiled as she ran the water along his different limbs, tracing all over his body, discovering him. He responded by bloodbending her nerves, increasing her pleasure senses, and she groaned in happiness. The night was diplomatic, the two halves of the city, with the actions of the equalist leader and the avatar, were joined together, even if they believed they still fought.

"AMON! What are you doing!?"

Noatok and Korra disconnected and he whipped his head around to the door, where the sound came from, in a frenzy. The lieutenant, with the door closed behind him, stood glaring, eyes blazing with hate, at his former leader. Noatok sank into the shadows, allowing Amon to take the lead with his people.

"What happened to your face?"

Amon sighed, looked back at Korra, and gave a distant stare with hinting of worry, but then, he erased any signs of uncertainty, and he gave a subtle wink to Korra. She nodded her head ever so slightly. Amon hopped away from Korra, but brought her with him, as she landed on top of him.

"Lieutenant," Amon called, a smirk growing on his face. "Can't you see I'm busy entertaining our guest?"

Korra's face was a blanket of shame and anger, as she acted perfectly, pretending that Amon was simply in the process of discipline through rape. He wrapped his arms around hers and she gave a slight squirm, trying softly to escape him, even if her real emotions wanted to pounce back to him. The lieutenant didn't buy her performance, but just assumed the avatar was the slut all the equalists presumed her to be. He did, however, nod his head at Amon's flawless acting, and a smile grew on the lieutenant's face.

"Sir, there is something that needs your attention immediately. Police are marching upon the city."

Amon looked puzzled, nodded stiffly, and gave Korra a reassuring squeeze in the arm as he placed her next to him, and leapt out of bed. The lieutenant's eyes widened at Amon's tenderness with the girl, and his grin widened more so. Amon began getting dressed, while his second in command kept his eyes on the beautiful Korra, his obvious yearn for her, clear on his face. She brought the sheets around her, and looked away from the man's burning stare.

"Tell me," Amon asked simply, latching his mask back on and pulling the cowl over it as the lieutenant turned the knob of the door. "How is it possible that police are marching on the streets when the council's annual gala is tonight?"

"It's not."

Amon turned around expectantly to a party of equalists armed to the hilt with the lieutenant holding onto a thrashing Korra, already chi-blocked into numbness.

"Why am I not surprised…" Amon mumbled.

"Take this traitorous dog away," the lieutenant ordered, assuming his new position as head of the equalist party.

A hesitant group of young equalists shuffled over to a confident Amon. He crossed his arms and shook his head at the team, and they stopped, frozen in their tracks, looking back to the other Alpha in the room.

"Didn't you hear what I said!? Take him away!"

Amon gave a slight chuckle.

"You do not have what it takes, lieutenant," Amon stated, already critiquing the new ruler. "A couple of tricks and kali sticks do not make a leader."

His former friend merely brushed the insult away.

"I've always been in your shadow, followed everything you said, and your words seemed so true and right. Everything was perfect, until she showed up," the lieutenant explained, giving an angry snarl in Korra's direction and gripping her tighter. "We all assumed her bending would be gone by now. Why isn't it, Amon?"

"She'd just be a martyr…" Amon began to preach, falling into his old lies.

"No!" The lieutenant yelled back, cutting Amon off. "You love her!"

Amon just glanced back. He couldn't deny it, he crossed his arms even tighter, and thought of ways to escape. The equalists stared in disbelief. That's why? He loves her? Their respect for Amon evaporated, and they started to advance upon him. Korra's eyes widened when he confessed his silent love for her. I knew it! A fluttering feeling rose in her chest, and she realized, then. I love Noatok. It was Noatok that kept Amon from taking her bending, Noatok that saved her on the mountain, healed her leg, and opened up about his past. It was also Noatok that prevented her eminent demise time after time when ever the two faced off. Amon had always been there, but Noatok restricted him from extremes and death. Amon had never been in complete control. The team came closer to Amon, holding ropes and electricity in their hands. He saw no other way. The equalists were flung out of Amon's way in painful squeals of pain, while the lieutenant fell to the ground. Amon's arms were lifted powerfully into the air, as his years of bloodbending experience were opened. They never really had a chance against him, and he exploited their flaws, paying particular attention to his former second in command.

"You would have me locked away, lieutenant? Have Korra become yours?" Amon accused, his voice filled with disgust as the equalist man writhed on the floor. "I don't think so."

Amon plucked and twisted the man's veins and arteries, caused his nerves to explode. Never was more pain felt. Korra sat there, not knowing whether to help the man or stand by as Amon took out his anger on his once good friend.

"S-s-t-o-p," the lieutenant stuttered, barely able to pronounce letters as Amon's power impaled him a thousand times.

"Noatok…" Korra agreed, becoming more and more worried, this man did not deserve to die like this.

Amon focused all of his attention on the lieutenant, forgetting the other equalists in the room, who now began to sit up.

"Noatok! Watch out!"

His head snapped to Korra, and in the process, one equalist hand reached out and snagged Amon's ankle. Electricity crackled over him, and his flesh burned in response, he fell to the ground, powerless.

"Noatok!" Korra screamed.

The equalists swarmed over the old leader, now in full control. They ravaged his body, letting out their aggressions against the betrayer, the one who couldn't reap what he sewed. Kicking, punching, chi-blocking, anything that would cause him pain the next time he awoke, if he ever did again. Korra watched in horror, she had to do something. She couldn't feel her muscles, but she did begin to feel a rise of freedom explode out of her. She rose from her seated position next to the unconscious lieutenant, and threw a punch. Noatok's body rose up and down in waves of torment. A gust of wind blew the attackers against the wall. They all looked to Korra. I can airbend?

"I can airbend!"

She followed the gust with increasingly intense whips and the equalists were blasted out of the room, through the wall, they fell out of the apartment and down into the street. Chunks of wood floated throughout the room as she lowered her body and raised her arm, flipped and twirled in the air, finally realizing her full strength. Noatok remained limp on the floor, as Korra cleared out the remaining equalists with a punch of wind. She ran to his side, brushed the wall's debris off his person, and started to pick him up over her shoulders. He remained completely unaware to all this and she huffed and puffed as she carried the man out of the gaping hole in the wall. She peered down at the scenery below. Water no longer surrounded this side of the apartment, but she saw a corner of it peak out. Can I make that jump? No. Well I'm trying it anyway! With one hand keeping Noatok in place over her shoulder, she flicked her hands, creating a tornado of wind around the two. She leapt into the dawning sky and propelled them both toward the water.

"Noatok it would really help if you woke up right now!" she yelled as they both just barely made it into the waves with an enormous splash.