A.N. I finished this a lot sooner so two updated this week! I don't know why I thought I wouldn't get this done, I'd like to blame finals for making me super negative. Either way, I am feeling so much more creative since I finished classes, and will try my best to update twice a week now. I will try my best to stay on Wednesday's and now Saturday's, I'll also have it on my profile too! Wanted to say a huge thanks to everyone who followed and favorited, I appreciate you all!

Part I Revolution

Finale

Part 2

Akira

Akira sat silently outside of the Piandao estate, still dressed in her white dress from the funeral. Tears; silently streamed down her face as she looked towards the courtyard. She was waiting to hear his voice again, the warm timbre of her grandfather's voice and the large warm hands that would lay on her shoulder.

"Frown any longer, Kira and your face will stay that way."

A smile tugged at her lips but immediately was wiped away as the realization washed over her. She would never hear his voice again or feel his calloused hands comforting her or drying her tears. He was gone, and she was officially alone...well, not quite.

Her mother exited the home, a tense look on her face. Akira turned to the woman who birthed her, she always felt like a stranger. Albeit a beautiful one, she looked ethereal in white; her brown skin gleamed a healthy glow from the pristine, fabric, and her dark hair was braided down her back with a few pin-straight strands falling into her heart-shaped face. She turned towards Akira, an impassive look in her cool grey eyes.

They softened, just barely as she moved closer to her. "You are welcome to come with me to Shu Jing since you've finished your studies at the Academy; it'll be good for you to have a purpose." Akira turned towards the woman who birthed her, a fire fueling her heart.

"I just lost my parent, excuse me if I don't want to replace him with you." Her mother let out an exasperated sigh.

"You're not being fair, Kira."

She flinched at the nickname; it ruined the name for her as it exited her mother's mouth. It didn't sound warm like when her grandparents would say it, although she couldn't quite remember her grandmother's voice (she had lost her when she was three).

As her mind wandered, panic began to settle in, what if she didn't remember the sound of his voice, of the feel of his callused hands on her forehead when she was sick? Or the loud laughter that seemed to fill a room.

"I'm frightened that I'll forget him, mother." She whispered, hugging her knees to her chest, her mother sighed as she made her way to the ground tentatively scooting closer to her daughter.

"You won't because he'll always be with you." Akira turned surprised by the tenderness in her voice, she stared at her wide-eyed but, her mother didn't meet her gaze. She stared out ahead of them.

"Thank you." She murmured, still not believing what she had heard, her mother nodded and Akira turned her gaze to the courtyard as well. "Find something, because staying here will only make it worse." With that, she stood up dusting off her dress, she looked down at Akira and frowned before holding out her hand.

Akira turned away from the hand and looked back at the courtyard focusing on the fire lilies they were carefully planted to make a lotus in the center. Her grandfather had been adamant about making it perfect, and while they only bloomed once a year, they were a beauty to behold when they did.

It made her realize she couldn't leave, this was the place he loved, the little things like his lillies had to be kept up. She couldn't allow more of him to die, she turned back towards her mother before standing on her own.

"I can't abandon this place, he'd hate that. It's where we differ mother, I value the people that love me." Her mother didn't stay long after that, and Akira had been relieved to be left alone...

Akira woke to a sharp jab in her side, she hissed her already tender ribs throbbing from the contact. As she opened her eyes, the pounding in her head resumed with a vengeance, whatever they had given her, her body was not taking too kindly too. As her eyes finally adjusted, she met the firm gaze of a girl, she looked about the same age as Akira. She had her lips set in a firm line, and dark brown hair braided tight down her back. Her pale blue eyes held an anger Akira had witnessed once before…and it was when she looked in the mirror.

She threw clothes at Akira, leaning down and releasing her chains but keeping her hands bound. Without another word, she stabbed something into Akira's skin. She grunted from the force as a liquid forced itself into her body; she felt a cool sensation wash over her and, the pounding in her head finally subsided. While it was better than that pain she felt before, her body was still incredibly weak. She fell backward, hitting her head hard against the wall.

The girl grunted in annoyance and leaned forward, pulling Akira back into a sitting position. Akira's arms fell limply at her side, it wasn't the shirshu darts because she could still feel her limbs. But it was something that was affecting her mobility, she could barely hold her head up without conscious effort. The girl threw the clothes at her again, and Akira fumbled for the shirt; the girl turned away, giving her privacy as Akira struggled for the next few minutes to get the filthy dress off of her body and put the green shirt over her head and the matching pants.

The girl turned back when she was finished and grabbed the dress, throwing it away, everything she had done was in silence. She offered Akira food, but she refused it, only taking the water and drinking it down, no longer caring what it did to her body. The girl watched this, never saying anything, just holding that same bitter gaze.

"You shouldn't even be here." She scowled, taking the water away from Akira. Akira laughed the feeling of being pumped with so many suppressants made the world around her hazy. "As if I want to be here." The girl pressed forward, the hatred so clear in her eyes; she grabbed Akira shaking her as if that could clear the fog in her brain. Akira fell limply against the girl her entire body giving out from the force of her rage.

"You ruined everything! It's because of your carelessness that Li got his hands on those weapons, and now he will throw his life away at the prospect of being a leader!" The girl's clear blue eyes filled with tears, "Why?" She said softly, finally releasing Akira, and if she had been in the right piece of mind, she might have been able to comfort the girl; but instead, her heavy eyelids finally closed, and she fell back asleep.

Akira was wandering the market square in the city; she met a few sympathetic glances from the people who knew her grandfather and, she accepted their condolences with a small smile on her face. She was getting tired of seeing people and was beginning to regret accompanying her maid to the market. That was until she heard a beautiful voice singing, she looked on and saw a boy in the Gazebo usually saved for the festivals.

He sat strumming the lyre, and when he sang, his voice outpoured the most beautiful sounds. Akira was transfixed by him, and when he looked up, she was caught by those copper eyes, his smile widened as he continued to play. He looked back towards the guitar, his long black hair falling into his face, and Akira's heart stuttered at the boy.

So, she went back, every day to hear him sing; the fourteen-year-old girl's heart fluttered every time he'd look at her. After four days of her continued appearance, he approached her at the end of his performance, he collected the money before coming towards her with an outstretched hand.

"Hello." His voice was just as melodious as when he sang, Akira felt her face flush from the way he looked at her. His eyes were so warm, and Akira had not known to be afraid of fire. So, when he asked her to come with him and travel the world, she didn't say no. As much as she hated what her mother had said, she was right; she couldn't stand being in that home without her grandfather. And had she been more aware she wouldn't have gone with him, but she did.

They traveled the world with one another, Akira hadn't danced since her grandfather died and she felt alive on the stage. While in the earth kingdom, they enlisted twin earth benders, with the four of them, they were a full act. Their shows were lively, and they collected the proceeds leaving a small portion for themselves and, the rest was given to the needy in the towns they passed through. And it felt good, Akira felt like she was making a difference no matter how small it seemed. And for the first time in her life, she was in love with someone, in a way she didn't think possible.

Rai made her feel warm; he was sturdy beneath her hands; he promised to stay by her side and, that was enough for her. And when they returned to the fire Nation months later and kissed under the fireworks, his hand would never stray too far from hers.

As time passed the fifteen-year-old girl felt like she had a handle on life, she was in love; she had great friends and was traveling the world. But suddenly the money was harder to get by, tensions rose between the four of them. Harsh words were exchanged, and the warmth in Rai's eyes faded.

She began to notice late at night Rai and the twins awake whispering with one another, and when she asked, he would gently kiss her or hold her hand and, it made her breaking heart, ache for what they had before.

She'd ask him if they were okay, and he looked at her with those beautiful eyes and a shy smile and shed melt just like she did before. It remained that way for a while until suddenly the food was coming, better and hotter than what they used to afford. They used the entirety of their earnings promising to return to the towns the next time. It broke her heart to see the children in the streets their eyes wide at their performances and huddling back in the streets to remain warm. She'd give them her share, and Rai would gently turn her away. And it frightened her because his gentle towns and touches had faded in the past months, and while it broke her heart, she pushed it from her mind because she could still dance and sing, and when she did that, he loved her. So it had to be enough because, at the end of the day, she could fall asleep in the arms of someone she loved, and she'd feel loved, under those stars as he staked his claim.

But it wasn't enough.

Akira was naive, but she wasn't blind. His kind smiles only came to subdue her, his gentle caresses were a means to deter her thoughts. So when he slept, she slipped from her tent into his and opened the satchel. She reached for the letters, her hands shaking and read.

The betrayal came hot, she turned towards him already sitting up staring at her. But those warm eyes were an empty hearth, he looked at her so coldly now. Rai stalked towards her grabbing her wrist roughly, snatching the letter from her as hot tears ran down her face.

"How could you?" She chocked, Rai cupped her cheek in his hands, giving her that same warm smile, but it didn't make her feel warm anymore, it made her feel empty. "Because I didn't grow up in luxury as you did, the twins and I would never get an option like this again." A whimper escaped Akira's mouth and, he had the decency to look sorry. "I did love you, Akira but, 8,000 gold pieces for your return can sustain us for years."

He released her after that, and Akira felt her entire body go numb, she had thought her mother was wrong and, it felt like someone had stabbed her at the realization that she was right. "You promised me you'd never leave. I told you I'd rather die than show up at her door as a failure." Rai stepped forward, trying to hold her but, she pushed him away, her; palms flexed a burst of fire escaping causing a yelp to leave his mouth as the tent burned.

"I thought love was enough, Rai.," She whispered, her voice somehow carrying over the crackle of the tent. Rai looked up at her, his dark hair sheiling his face, "sometimes love isn't enough."

He sounded just like her mother.

Akira returned to Shu Jing, in silence as the boys walked at her side. She went weakly, not bothering to fight them; it wasn't like she was a prisoner, the goal was to betray her. They were pawns, desperate boys who needed security and, her mother wanted her asset home, somewhere she could control her. They greeted Akon at the gates, and he handed them the gold a look of disgust on his face as he led Akira into the courtyard, his hands gently wiping her tears as she begged him not to take her to her mother. But he did, and she was met with only a look of disappointment. Akira needed a mother, she needed someone to reassure her that it wasn't her fault, that sometimes people left you. That it had nothing to do with her or that love was temporary. But the disdain in her mother's eyes was a clear enough answer, she laid a firm hand on the sobbing girl's shoulders and said, "I hope now you've learned."

And she did, she knew that love was worth 8,000 gold pieces, or for her mother's sake Piandao Industries.

Gian wasn't this person; she didn't believe in political agendas. She didn't want to eradicate the government, and if she was being honest with herself, she wasn't quite sure that the others were either. But Li had this way of words, he could make anyone following him, and Gian wanted to follow someone. She wanted to be sheltered from the gangs who had harassed her and her streets for years, but at what cost. She paced in the warehouse, her eyes occasionally flitting to the sleeping woman.

She was murmuring in her sleep, "Sometimes love isn't enough." Gian stopped her pacing, one of the others almost ran into her at the sudden stop. "C'mon Gian, watch it." She mumbled an apology, her heart racing as she looked at the girl. Because she didn't realize that she needed to hear that, and she wanted to believe love was enough. But when she told Li to leave this and come with her, he had only uttered, "I hoped you were stronger."

Gian wiped a tear she didn't realize was falling down her face, she had never felt a call to action before. She had always shown the image of complacency while beneath the surface, a tidal wave was brewing, she was clever and resourceful but never given the credit. She was told if she wasn't beautiful that she'd never have amounted to anything; in fact, it was Li who had shown her that they were wrong.

She was going to make him regret abandoning their love, and regret building up the strength that was always inside her. Because although he cast her away, he left her stronger for it; now was her call to action. Gian climbed to the highest point in the warehouse, forcing another girl to keep an eye on their prisoner. She pushed past the others despite their looks and jeers and got the attention of Dru he was in Li's inner circle he knew better than anyone of what was happening.

"Dru, what's the plan here?" Gian asked nonchalantly, he rolled his eyes before turning to her fake smiles on his face. Gian was used to seeing them, they only tolerated her because she was "Li's Girl", but she didn't want to be owned anymore.

"I'm sure you don't mean to not pay attention to our leaders' speeches, but this is Asami Sato's factory for future industries. When she comes in to save Ms. Piandao, we will kill her, thus ending the monopolizing power of Future Industries." He said a word for word iteration of what Li had voiced earlier, it became exceedingly clear what Gian needed to do. If they believed she was a weak-minded girl, it was time to act.

"Right, well Dru I'm getting kind of tired of watching that girl sleep all day. Can I take a quick break?" She asked reaching for the packet of cigarettes in her pocket, "I'll trade you." She said slyly, playing on the charm that Li had told her to perfect. He had said a man is only as powerful as the woman he loved, and although she wasn't sure Li loved her he had sorely underestimated her.

There was a reason she survived those years in a gang. Dru grabbed the box a small smile on his face as he jerked his head letting her out. Gian opened the door of the warehouse to find a Mako and Bolin from the fire ferrets. It was like fate was showing her the side she must be on before Mako could speak Gian cut him off.

"I don't want to kill anyone, and I know I am your enemy but…If you follow my lead, you two just may get out of here alive."

And for the first time in her life, she had people follow her without question.

Mako

Mako didn't trust the girl before him, but Bolin made him hear her out. She explained how many people were inside (42) she told them their total ranks which were far smaller than they had originally thought (147). She told them that the plan wasn't as well thought out as they had thought and that the majority of their power was aimed at President Moon, she told them they were walking into a trap.

"They rigged the area we are holding Akira, if you go in there without knowing where they placed those points you will die." She paused looking between Mako and Bolin, and from the look in her eye, he could tell that her mind was turning. "But if I let them think that I found you, it may give you an edge. They're expecting a big show from Ms. Sato, frankly, they'll be insulted by the two of you."

Mako's foot was tapping in anticipation, she picked up on that quickly continuing her speech. "They'll probably try to detain you with Akira until Li is finished…" she trailed off not wanting to say what she meant but it was very clear what she meant by finished.

"You mean kill the President? It won't happen." The girl continued despite his interruption, "When they chain you, they'll want me to give you this drug…" She trailed off again and it took every ounce of energy in Mako not to launch himself at the girl.

"You have about six seconds to prove yourself," Mako said through gritted teeth, Bolin but a hand on his shoulder in case he needed to restrain him; and in any other circumstance, Mako would have thought it unnecessary but now he was grateful. Images flashed through his mind of Akira weakened and vulnerable because of this girl.

"I know, I know this isn't easy…Once they detain you just get them to the corners of the box. You'll know what I mean." Without waiting for the answer, the girl called out for reinforcements. "Now make it believable." She said before launching herself at Mako, he had thought she was a bender, but he was mistaken she was a fighter. She jabbed his side quickly leaving a limp feeling along his side.

Mako fell to the ground his body off-balanced and watched as his brother stuffed rubble in his pockets before bending lava towards the girl. She shrieked in surprise, skirting out of the way; but she was alone for only a moment a sea of green surrounded them. Mako fought bitterly, letting his anger fuel him. He threw punches, firebended, it truly didn't matter to him, it made no sense trying to win a fight they were trying to lose. But he needed to release his anger, and it was because of that blind rage he was apprehended quickly. His left side had already been compromised and no fire would come, they tied his arm behind his back quickly and his face thrown into the ground below. He felt something injected into his arm and spun around wildly and saw the girls face looming above his.

She leaned her face close to his ear, "Trust me."

Then everything went black.

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