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Korra shivered in the night wind, her arms wrapped around her torso, staring out over the waters of the bay. Republic City's lights glittered in the distance, softened by the marine fog. A few stars broke the inky blackness of the sky, but the moon was blocked out by clouds.

"I trust you kept to our agreement."

"Gah!" Korra squeaked, whipping around. Amon stood in the shadows just a few feet away, his arms folded over his chest. Those golden eyes gleamed behind the smooth ivory mask. "How can you be so dang silent all the time?"

"Practice," he replied, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. "Years of it."

Korra crossed her arms over her chest, wishing her stupid heart would stop beating so fast at the mere sight of him. "I'm alone," she replied, answering his earlier statement. She cocked an eyebrow. "I hope you kept your end of the deal, too? Or is this going to be a sad repeat of last time?"

" The last time we met, I had not agreed to the terms. But seeing as this time I was the one to lay them down, I've kept my word. I have brought no one with me."

"Good." Korra hesitated. "So… what's this about?"

"Your vision." Amon took a step closer, and Korra had to stand her ground from taking a step back. Her heart pounded a little faster. "This girl, Sakura. I believe you met her after our encounter this afternoon?"

Korra glared. "I hope you're going to apologize for that."

"I see no reason to."

"Bloodbending me and my friend? Was that really necessary?"

His eyes narrowed behind the mask. "I wanted a sure way to get your attention, as you seemed fairly occupied with him pawing all over your face."

Korra felt the heat surge to her face. "You were watching that," she choked. She took a step back, curling her hands into fists. "That's—that's none of your business. Mako and I…" She stopped. A ridiculous notion occurred to her, so crazy she almost laughed. "Wait." She stepped forward, squinting at his face in the dim light. "Are you… jealous?"

He snorted. "Hardly. It was simply an amusing situation to intrude upon. Honestly I didn't imagine a scrawny, spike-haired little boy to be your type."

Korra laughed. "Oh? And what is my type, Amon? Tall, dark, mysterious revolutionists in masks?"

"I didn't say that."

"You are jealous."

"Stop being a child."

"Then admit it."

"No!"

Korra couldn't contain another burst of laughter. "Oh, this is just too good. You drug me all the way out here to whine about me kissing my pro-bending teammate. And I thought you were cold."

"Can we get to the point? I called you out here to discuss your vision on Sakura Natsuki."

"Right." Korra let her grin fade a little. "What about her?"

All teasing was gone from his gaze. His voice was intensely serious. "Do you know who she is?"

Korra felt that old fear creep up in her again. "Should I?"

He searched her face a moment longer, then turned away, lacing his fingers behind his back. A sigh rumbled from his chest. "I should have known," he murmured into the still night air. "I should have known she would come for me."

"Who?" Korra had never seen anything rattle Amon. She felt a tremor of fear up her spine. "Who is she?"

"A monster," came the brooding whisper. "Something that walks and talks like a human, but has no heart."

"How do you know her?"

Amon, his back to her, slowly slid off his mask, tucking it back into his robes. They both knew there was no need for it, and it had always been a discomfort. He stared out across the bay, the wind ruffling his jet black hair.

"We grew up together," he replied. "In the Northern Water Tribe. She was just a child when I ran away. Our mothers were best friends. Sakura was often left at our house for us to look after when her parents were away." He dipped his head, a soft sigh drifting back to her on the night air. "She has many a reason to hate me. But I never thought she'd follow me this far."

Korra came up to stand beside him. She softened her voice to match his. "What happened?"

Amon sighed. "Her older brother happened." Korra glanced sideways at his face. She could see his shadowed profile clearly against the backlit sky, washed with city lights. The soft gleam of his eyes, the gentle curve of his nose, the high, proud cheekbones. She caught her breath. Spirits, why did he have to be so handsome? She forced herself to look away.

"He was a waterbender, like her. She was five, he was closer to my age at the time. Twelve or thirteen. He was a bully. He'd terrorize the children of the village. Some kids wouldn't even go outside in the evenings." He took a deep breath. "One day, their mother dropped the two of them off at our home while her husband went hunting. My father was gone, and she and my mother went off together to visit the market. Naturally, being the oldest, I was left in charge. It was just me, the two of them, and my little brother Tarrlok."

"Tarrlok," Korra repeated. "That seems to be a common Water Tribe name."

"No," he replied, sliding his eyes to look at her. "It's not."

Korra felt the breath leave her in a whoosh. "What… no. He's not…"

Amon sighed, lowering his eyes to the ground. "Yes, Korra," he said softly. "Councilman Tarrlok is my brother. Two years younger, born and raised together."

Korra's head spun. "So Yakone—he's your father, too?"

He nodded. Korra turned away from him, fisting her fingers in the back of her ponytail.

"Well," she finally rasped. "Don't stop now. What happened?"

"Well… Tarrlok, being Tarrlok, inevitably picked a fight with Sakura's brother. The waterbender was brutal. He battered and bruised my brother until he had no strength left to fight. But he didn't stop. He cut open my brother's face with an ice blade, and opened another gash on his arm."

Korra remembered the tiny white scar on Tarrlok's lower jaw. The other wound, on his arm, he must have kept hidden from the public. "What did you do?"

Amon closed his eyes. "What I had to."

"You took his bending," she whispered.

"I tried. It was the first time I'd ever done it on a human being." Amon's voice was hard, but there was something broken behind it. "My father had only had us practice on animals. Animals with high levels of chi, like any badger-moles we could find, even a sky bison once. The first few we tried to cleanse… there were complications."

"Oh no," Korra whispered, seeing where this was going.

"I didn't mean for it to go wrong. I did everything the way I was taught. But I just didn't have the experience. I dug too deep. I pushed too far. And I… I killed him."

Korra shut her eyes, hearing the pain in his confession. "It wasn't your fault," she found herself saying. "It was an accident. You were just trying to protect your brother."

"It was entirely my fault. I'm the one who overpowered him, I destroyed his chi." He took a ragged breath. "And I did it right in front of his sister."

"Spirits," Korra breathed.

"Sakura didn't say anything. Didn't even make a sound. Just watched with these horrible, huge eyes."

"Were you punished?"

"No. When our mothers returned, Tarrlok made up an awful story about how he'd slipped and cracked his head on the ice while we were playing. It was the best story he could come up with. There wasn't a mark on the body, so we couldn't have pinned it on some wild animal. I wanted to speak up, to tell the truth, but like the coward I was I said nothing."

"And Sakura didn't either?"

"Sakura kept my secret. For what, I'll never know why. Perhaps out of fear. But now… I have a feeling there was a far darker reason behind it. I think she wants revenge. On me. I can't believe she tracked me all the way here. No one from my Water Tribe village knows my pseudonym, Amon. She must have connections in the city far deeper than I'd first imagined."

"In my dream," Korra whispered. "She said she'd be my end, too. What could she have against me?"

Amon frowned. "I don't know. My father's hatred of the Avatar was not imprinted on the rest of the tribe. Sakura must have her own reasons."

Korra's frown deepened. She turned away, looking out over the flickering waters of the bay. Her mind raced, trying to process all this information.

"So is that why you called me out here?" she finally asked. "To tell me this?"

"No." Amon turned, that golden gaze boring into her. She felt her insides quiver. "There is something else." He took a deep breath. "She's my half-sister."

Korra stared at him. "Your father?"

He nodded. "It was an affair that ended as soon as it began. He told no one of it. But I knew. She had my nose, my brother's mouth. Nothing of our mother in her, though she was the spitting image of Yakone." He laughed darkly. "And another detail that was difficult to neglect." He raised his eyes to hers, and Korra's heart stuttered at what she saw in that gaze. "Sakura is a bloodbender."

Korra reeled back from him. Her heart pounded in her ears. "Not another one," she whispered. "Not like you… she can't bloodbend without the full moon, can she?"

Amon lowered his head. "Unfortunately, my father passed that gift down to her as well."

Korra spat out a dirty word. She saw one of his eyebrows rise, but he didn't comment on the outburst. She turned away, raking her hands back through her hair. This couldn't be happening. She couldn't have another dangerous bloodbender on her hands. She shuddered at the memory of Tarrlok's agonizing grip, the way her blood froze in her veins whenever Amon so much as twitched his fingers.

A touch at her elbow made her stiffen. But it was soft. Almost comforting.

"Korra." There was her name again. So awfully wonderful on his lips. "I came out here so that you wouldn't have to do this alone. I want to help you. That was my proposition. We can band together, defeat her with our combined strength. The Avatar and the Equalists. Who could stop us?"

"You want me to join with you?" Korra turned to him, swallowing when she realized how close they'd gotten. They were inches from each other. "You expect me to ignore all the chaos your revolutionists are causing, terrorizing the benders of this city? Amon, I can't do that."

"I've used your real name," he whispered, his breath warm over her face. Her heartbeat quickened. "Why don't you use mine?"

She swallowed again, harder this time. "Noatak," she whispered.

"Very good." He was suddenly so close she could feel the heat resonating off his body. "Now, Korra. That's not something we can't work out together, can't we?"

Korra fought to keep her head clear of the muddled feelings starting to fill it. She tried to take a step back, but found she couldn't. Her heart hammered in her throat.

"I thought we'd agreed to be enemies," she rasped.

"Mm. I'd thought so too. But I've come to realize something." He leaned closer, one hand finding the small of her back, and breathed into her ear. "I can't be your enemy anymore, Korra."

Korra bit her lip. "I don't know if I can be yours either, Noatak."

His lips took hers, warm and needing. She let her body react all on its own, melting into his chest. He took it soft and slow, gently opening her mouth. Korra felt his arms wrap around her, pulling her closer. She let her hands find his neck, his hair. One of her legs slid between his, aching to be as close to him as possible. His lips moved from her mouth down the length of her jaw, brushing over her neck. She felt his hands wind up to her hair, then slowly fumble with the tie of her ponytail. He loosened her hair, letting it cascade down over her back, running his fingers through it.

"You ought to wear it like this," he whispered against her neck. "All the time."

"It gets in the way," she whispered, locking her fingers behind his head.

His lips traveled back up to her mouth, pressing against hers with much more force this time. She gasped when he bit down on her lip, the prickle of pain igniting a driving need within her. She slid her hands down his shoulders and across his chest, prying at the buttons of his collar. He reached up to stop her hands.

"No," he breathed. "We can't."

"Why not?" She was amazed at how husky her voice was.

"It won't work. You know who I am. You know what I've done to you."

She traced her thumb along his trachea. "I don't care."

"I'm almost twice your age," he protested, the excuses growing weaker.

Korra laughed. "Did you forget? I'm a few million years old. I think I can handle you."

"I'm not…" He swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing against her fingers. "I'm not worthy of you."

Korra lunged upward, catching his mouth and cutting him off before he could say another word. A low growl sounded from the back of his throat, and he suddenly caught her up in his arms, lifting her up so that her arms dropped around his shoulders, kissing her with shameless abandon. Korra wrapped her legs around his waist, letting him support her, and finally drew back. They were both breathing hard.

"Don't," she panted. "You ever say that again."

He took her mouth again, and Korra had a fleeting memory of Mako's tentative kiss earlier that afternoon. There was hardly any comparison. Her heart fluttered against her ribs, burning with a fire so hot she thought she'd melt into the marble floor beneath them. Mako was just a boy.

Amon—Noatak —was a man.

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Unbeknownst to them, a dark figure watched them from the shadows. A soft smile tipped Sakura's painted lips as she watched the pair's passionate embrace, heard their foolish words. She watched as they shared a final kiss, then parted, she heading off to swim with waterbending speed back toward Air Temple Island, he standing still as a statue, watching her until she disappeared out of sight. She kept still as he passed, returning to the small skiff he'd left at the edge of the island. She watched him go, using waterbending to propel the little boat along, until he'd faded into the glittering lights of the cityscape.

So. The little fools had discovered her. Good. All the more fun when her opponents knew they'd entered the game. Her plan was unraveling just like she'd envisioned. That poor, stupid girl. Falling for his charms like a child for a sweet. She'd break her easily.

It was Noatak she was more concerned with. But after watching this fascinating episode, she knew just how she would deal with him. She laughed. It was all too easy. She would finish the job with just one blow. She would kill the girl. Slowly. Right before his eyes, as he'd done to her brother all those years ago.

And then she would break him.