Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra. The rights to that belong to Nicklelodean and Michael Dante DiMartino and Byran Koneitzko. I only own the plot idea and this story.
Pairings: Makorra, Bosami, slight Masami and Borra.
Summary: Mako is the world's most charming treasure hunter; he's got the looks, he's got the talent and the goofy sidekick (His younger brother Bolin). During a raid they encounter Korra, who seems to be Mako's equal and Asami, Korra's beautiful but deadly partner-in-crime. They seem to both be looking for the same treasure. To find it, they'll have to join forces and with the evil Amon on their tails, it isn't going to be pretty.
"Geeze, this thing is on fire!" Korra groaned as she crawled through the vents. It had only been a few minutes since she had entered the ducts but she felt as if she was slowly burning to death. She would look out the clear bits to see any sign of Amon but found zilch so far. She sighed before an image popped into her head and she shook her head, "You kissed him...you could get killed and you kiss him!"
As she continued on, she eventually heard an evil chuckle and looked down to stare at Amon who was sitting in a chair. Well, it looked like Amon. She smirked and slowly undid the ducts before she jumped down on Amon only to feel...plastic?
Korra blinked at the dummy there, dressed in identical clothing to Amon and even had the mask. As she went to stood up a hand wrapped around her mouth and another pulled her back. As she fought to get air she managed to see a blurry vision of a mask before all went dark.
Mako didn't exactly know what to do once Korra left. He just stood there, blinking rapidly before his mouth drew open for a moment before Bolin slid up beside him, a sly grin on his face.
"Well, well, Mako." Bolin then put on a intimidation of his brothers voice, "'I don't like Korra, Bolin. She's just a friend.'" He smirked at him, "I so knew you liked her."
Mako didn't reply but in a few moments, he punched Bolin before the door swung open. He quickly pulled out a pistol that he had found on the equalist Korra had foughts person, aiming it but stopped as he saw a familiar armor of the Republic City Police Department.
"You kids okay?" Lin rushed in, Tenzin behind her.
"Yeah, a little bruised but okay." Asami replied.
"Where's Korra?" Tenzin asked.
"She...went after Amon." Mako frowned.
Tenzin and Lin stopped, eyes wide before they frowned and turned, leaving without a word.
"You guys follow us." A officer entered.
"But.." Mako paused, "Korra..."
"She'll be okay, bro." Bolin assured his brother, but his tone was uncertain. As if he too was doubting she was alive.
He then noticed Asami who was leaning by a wall, frowning. Bolin approached her, "My father...was working with that monster." She closed her eyes.
"Hey, it's gonna be okay, Asami." Bolin tried to assure her, "It's gonna be fine." He pulled her into a hug. At first she resisted but soon gave in and returned it, Bolin lifting her off the ground so her foot wouldn't hurt.
As her vision began returning, Korra lifted her head and her eyes widened as she stared into the emotionless eyes of Amon.
"Good to see your awake, my dear Avatar." Amon's tone had an amused tint to it as he paced around his office, Korra strapped to the chair, "Breaking out and injuring one of my officers isn't going to do well for our partnership now, will it? I'm afraid the road ends here." He sighed, pulling open a drawer and Korra's eyes widened as she saw him take out a gun."
Korra forced herself to stay calm, "Rather have my brains blown out than work with you." She muttered, trying to block out the sound of Amon re-loading the gun.
Amon looked down at her, "Let me tell you a story before you die, Avatar." He sighed, "For the Avatar to be chosen, multiple students of the current Avatar must try their best to master all four types of stealing. There was a boy who spent years training under the Avatar, turning into a young man only to find out he dies and picks a eleven-year-old girl as a replacement!"
After a few moments passed and Korra got what he was saying she gasped.
"No way...you were a student of Aang?!"
"I was his first student! I wasn't even a teenager when I started learning from him. For more then a decade I trained with him! Then he picks you of all people. A little girl who had only been with him because she got lucky on stealing something from him!"
"I was good at what I did!" Korra countered, not caring that she was just making her death more quicker. A bang noise was heard and she screamed in pain as a bullet peirced her arm.
"Goodbye, Avatar Korra." Amon raised the gun.
Before her soon-to-be death Korra shut her eyes, tears slipping from them, Mako...I never got to tell him I loved him. She heard a loud bang, but was suprised to feel no pain.
As her eyes shot awake, she found herself staring at smoke and she heard the trudging of feet and a familar voice.
"Korra?! Korra?!"
Tenzin?
A figure was soon in front of her, it being Lin Beifong, "She's here...her jaw looks a little messed up but other than that she's fine." She undid the rope that binded her to the chair as Korra immeditiantly grabbed her jaw, groaning in pain.
"Korra!" Tenzin was there, just about being able to make out from the smoke.
Korra just waved, not wanting to speak.
"Chief, he's not here.." A officer frowned once the smoke cleared. Sure enough, there was no sign of Amon and Lin cursed under her breath.
"Never mind, our main job is to get Korra to a hospital." Lin sighed as Tenzin carefully picked Korra up, "Call an ambulance! Now!"
"Yes, chief!" He turned and rushed off.
"You'll be fine, Korra." Tenzin assured her with a light smile.
"T-Tenzin...how...did you...?"
Korra's slurred statement barely translatable but Tenzin got on made him look at Lin who crossed her arms, "You never showed up for dinner...you were still invited even after your little drinking spree."
"And I know Mako to never miss free food." Lin sighed, "We found out who that Asami's girls father was and we knew their had to be a connection."
"Wut?" Korra winced with each word but had to know.
"Hiroshi Sato was rumored to be in deep with Amon." Lin explained, "The fact that he has treasure hunters for dinner seemed fishy so we had to check it out."
Korra just nodded before an officer appeared, "Bus is ready, chief!"
"Good." Lin then began to lead the way out.
"How's Korra?! Is she okay?" Mako rushed into the hospital and ran up to Tenzin and Lin. He had just finished being checked up. All he got was a few bruises and four stitches in his right eyebrow where he was kicked by. Bolin was perfect, not a scratch on him.
"She's fine, Mr. Kamiya. She was shot and she was in surgury but she's out now...been out for some time. The doctors are just casting her arm for her..." Tenzin explained.
Mako sighed, "Good..." He clenched a fist tightly.
"What about Asami?" Bolin gasped once he caught up.
"Twisted her ankle, she'll be fine, on a cast for a few days." Lin replied before Bolin hugged her.
Bolin grinned, "Good to see you, Lin!" He exclaimed, "It's been years."
"I know, you've gotten taller." She noted, seeing how Bolin had grown at least a foot taller than she last saw him.
"Yeah, still nothing compared to Mako though." He looked at his brother who was standing casually, breaching 6'4.
Mako, knowing Korra would be fine allowed himself to relax and smirked, "Because I ate my vegetables."
Just then a docter exited a room, "She's all wired up now. Would anyone like to see her?"
Everyone turned to Mako, which suprised him and he coughed, "Er...I would."
"Right through there."
Nodding his thanks, Mako entered the room to see Korra checking her arm in the mirror, "Hey Korra..."
Korra frowned, "Hi.." Her tone was muffled, from the pain killer injections. Her right arm was in a cast and she winced if she moved it slightly.
"How you feelin'?" Mako asked, sitting beside her.
"'Like hell." Her way of speaking was odd, as if she couldn't pronounce them right, "Really bad.."
"I can see." He chuckled but he rubbed the back of his head, nervous as he thought about the kiss. He was so shocked. Maybe their really stood a chance for them.
"Look...Pretty Boy-" Mako couldn't help but smile at the nickname, "-I didn't exactly mean for what, I, er, did, back there.." Korra began stammering and looked away, "It was mostly just the rush of the moment and wow- is it getting warm in here." She tugged at her collar with her good arm.
Mako looked at her.
"I just wanted to apologize for what I did back there...it was stupid and idiotic and I'm really so-Mpf!"
Korra had turned to face Mako to apologize to him but was silenced by his lips against hers. Her eyes went wide with shock as he leant against her but she slowly relaxed into it, her good hand caressing his cheek softly.
Mako didn't know what he had kissed her. Call it an impulsive act of anything but he had been wanting to do this for a long time. As he pulled back for air he smirked, "You talk to much."
Korra stared at him, her cheeks flaring up, "Um...right."
Mako smiled at her, grabbing her good hand, "But I guess I like the chatterboxes."
Korra blinked, "Does this mean anything..."
"I think...it means I really like you, Korra." Mako said.
"I really like you two, Pretty Boy." Korra smiled, leaning in to kiss him again.
Mako leant in more as they kissed again. Even if they had a homicadial maniac after them at least they had eachother.
And finally the Makorra happens! Sorry for the delay but stuff came up and such and such.
I'm hoping for at least 100 reviews but chapter 15 or so. It would mean a lot if we could get it up to about 85 now.
