Alright, everyone! I know it's been a while, but here I am. Hope you enjoy.

"Dude, you can't be serious," Bolin spoke to Mako, the younger of who was pouting on the couch, "He's a Prince of a whole Nation, and instead of booking a hotel room, you're letting him stay here?! What happened to not being able to stand him?"

Mako sighed from where he was preparing noodles by the stove.

Korra, too, felt a pout forming on her face at the mention of the pampered, annoying young man. She and Asami had come over to spend some time with the brothers, and soon enough their nice afternoon of hanging out had turned sour. Korra had to agree with Bolin. She had spent a whole afternoon trying to save the Prince from a couple of bandits, after all, due to his lack of confidence in hygiene. But the last time she spoke with Wu at the wedding, he did seem a bit more... mature. Perhaps he had changed.

"You did complain about him an awful lot, Mako," Korra replied, moving her Pai Show piece across the board. Asami was gaining on her, and she couldn't let her win again. (For the forth time)

"I know, I know..." The firebender pinched his nose, muttering as he scooped portions onto plates. "But, I mean, technically, he's not a Prince anymore since he denounced the Monarchy-"

"-So not the point-" Bolin huffed.

"-And he has been getting a bit more easier to manage. He's grown up a bit, and he'll only be here for a few days,"

"So, I'm under house-arrest with no immune system, and you're response to that is to invite Wu here for the weekend." Bolin looked at his brother like he had two heads. "That makes perfect sense."

"If he tries to flirt with me or Korra again," Asami drawled, not taking her eyes of her game piece, "I will not refrain from stuffing him into a sac and personally shipping him to the hotel myself,"

Korra felt herself smirk a bit at Asami's reply. Ever since her father's death and Korra's gaurdianship over Kuvira, Asami's mood had been snippy, and the relationship between them, fragile. But it felt good knowing that Asami didn't want anyone flirting with her.

"He won't, I promise." Mako came over and gave them each a serving. His, along with the girls' plates had bak choy and peanut sauce on it; Bolin's serving, in turn, was much more plain and smaller. Mako asked Bolin if he had taken his medication before eating; Bolin replied that he had indeed. Then he proceeded to lean down into Korra's ear, whispering something. Korra smirked, and moved her game piece.

"Hey!" Asami glared at him, "No interference!" Bolin stuck his tongue at her.

"Eat, Bo," Mako urged.

"I just don't get why you're letting him stay with us," Bolin kept at it, eyeing his noodles with an edge of queasiness, "I mean, you know he's practically in love with you,"

"What?! No, he's not!"

At this statement, Mako's face snapped around. His cheeks looked more red than when he got sunburned last summer on a patrol from standing in the heat of the sun too long. He had came back to the station looking like a his whole face and neck had been cooked in an oven. Lin had told him not to come back untill he looked like a normal, pale jerk again. He had gotten the perp, anyhow.

The two women burst out laughing. It didn't help that they both knew the story of this so-called 'sunny patrol'. Korra had to clutch her sides and wipe a tear off her cheek. "Mako," she felt the need to tell him, "As someone who is bi-sexual, I can assure you that Wu does like you. Haven't you ever wondered why he always talks about you to everyone?"

The clearing of Mako's throat, and thumping heartbeat could be heard from across the city, "W-well, I..."

"And why he always wants to see you? I mean, he has a picture of you in his wallet," Asami raised her brow.

"I have a picture of you in my wallet," Korra replied huskily, looking at the other women with sharp eyes. "I look at it every day,"

At this the three of them all turned on the firebender, finding the sexual-tension and embarrassment flooding off him to be even more amusing. Mako's last shred of dignity was fizzing out faster than the noddles in the pan. "Well, even if he does like me, it doesn't matter. I have too much work to do to worry about a relationship that way, and besides. I only like woman,"

"All the more reason for him to book a room at the hotel!" Bolin whines. It didn't matter. Mako assured him that Wu's boat would be arriving in the harbor the next evening. Bolin grouched at the prospect of having to spent time with the guy. Even if it was only for the weekend.

Korra dodged right, then left, Kuvira's blows becoming faster and more edgier by the minute. The Avatar rolled to the side to miss a Naga-sized boulder aimed at her head, and in turn sent an undercut of flames at the other women's torso. The flames went wide, however, as Kuvira summoned up a shield of Earth to protect herself.

Korra took this opportunity to propel herself in the air with a projectile of earth, and slam down a current of air on top Kuvira, sending her back a good five feet.

"Yield...!"

At Kuvira's comment, Korra stopped, and wiped the sweat from her brow. She couldn't help the grin on her face, though, as she went to help Kuvira up. The Earthbender's arms shook slightly as she pushed her self up, and Korra tried not to stare.

"That was good," Korra commented to the other women, "You've been getting better lately. Just make sure you keep your left side more shielded. You favor your right." Kuvira nodded and sat down on the bench to catch her breath.

Ever since Kuvira's surrender, the Ex-Tyrant had lost a lot of her will to fight, and found little joy in bending. She'd been steadily losing weight. Most people would call it wounded pride, but Korra knew better than most how crushing guilt could be. How low self-hatred could bring you. Tenzin and everyone at the Air Temple, and even the Beifong family could tell that the young women was not who she once was. That strong, loyal Captain-of-the-Guard had died three years ago with the fall of the Earth Kingdom. The Great Uniter had willingly turned herself over not a mere four months ago.

But Kuvira the women...well. Korra sensed that they would have to dig a little deeper than the dirt to find her again.

"You ready to go back inside?" Korra took notice of the darkening sky on the horizon, and how the wind around her called with hunger and anger. A storm was coming in fast.

Kuvira made a face that Korra couldn't quite make sense of. "You sure your girlfriend wont mind us being seen together?" The stiffness in her words was noted, and Korra sighed.

"Asami's been through enough in her life," Korra picked up the towel she had used to dry the sweat off the back of her neck with, "seeing us sharing air won't break her," Even as Korra said these words, she felt the lie on her tongue. Even though she and Asami were talking and spending free time together...they never brought up the situation at hand or the awful fight they had. And that almost made it worse.

Even while they played Pai Sho together in the brothers' apartment earlier that day, Asami had seemed...distant, at best. Korra knew Asami Sato was many things; strong, fierce, unyielding, sympathetic, nurturing to almost a fault. She was passive-aggressive in the most frustrating ways, sometimes. But most of all, she was selfless. If Asami was hurting- like Korra knew she was- she wouldn't want to burden Korra or anyone else. And that made Korra's heart ache.

She's just grieving, Korra, Bolin had told her earlier that day when Asami went to use the bathroom, she needs some time to work through all her emotions. It's gonna take awhile. Trust me, she's probably more upset with herself than with you.

Korra wanted to believe her friend's words, but patience had never really been her strong point. After three long years of recovery within herself, she just wished things could be peaceful and carefree now. She wished things would be easier, with no more wars, no more fighting, no more hardships for her or anyone she cared about. Hadn't they all gone through enough? But it was selfish and naive to think that way, she knew.

Korra looked up, and realized she was alone in the courtyard now; had Kuvira gone inside when she wasn't paying attention? She sighed, and decided that she needed to clear her thoughts. With the sky growing more angrier by the minute, maybe all the rain and thunder would drown out the thoughts in her head.

"Where's Tenzin with his Monk wisdom when I need him?" She began walking to the gazebo. Maybe some evening meditation would help calm her nerves.

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