A.N. Hello lovelies! I hope you all enjoy the new chapter, I do have unfortunate news that updates will go back to only being once a week. Life is getting a little hectic with the fall semester starting. Anyway, I'd like to thank everyone for all the new people following and favoring I appreciate you all so much!

Part II Revelations

Chapter One

Akira

The hinges of the closet door creaked in protest at the rough treatment. But Akira didn't seem to care; instead, she stared blankly at the neat clothing packed into the small space. It mocked her for some reason, the tidiness seemed wrong. And as she looked around the rest of the room, the sense of wrong only seemed to grow, she felt panic blossom in her chest; and as soon as it bloomed, it was suddenly replaced with blinding rage. She ripped the clothing off the hangers violently throwing, them about the small apartment. Tears began to blur her vision as she continued, pulling and thrashing about as she went. After minutes of indulging in her fit of rage, she slammed the closet doors closed with another shriek of the hinges. She paused, her breathing coming out raggedly before turning to her dresser. She threw open the small drawers and threw the clothing out focusing, all of her rage on the task.

"Akira?" She turned to the voice and saw Asami, her face was pale in worry. "Do you need some help?" Akira turned back to the clothes all hazardously thrown onto the floor, she grabbed an armful not looking to see what it was and shoved it into the open suitcase on the bed. She then reached under her bed and began throwing pairs of shoes on top of the pile before getting to work trying to get the suitcase closed.

"No, just need to." She paused grunting from the effort, she tried hard to get the suitcase flush only getting more irritated by the second. "I just…I just need this." Akira's hands began to tremble as the zipper fiddled and fell between her fingers. "It's this stupid zipper, it's always been finicky." She laughed her throat thick with tears, but the sheer mass of clothing in the suitcase was no match for the zippers. Suddenly, a warm hand covered hers and she turned sharply to Mako's warm gaze.

"Go on with Asami, we'll pack for you." Akira turned towards Mako, it was so easy to get caught into the warmth and a large part of her wanted to indulge. And just as quickly as her mind shifted it came back like a flood, she swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. As she rose her head, she could see Korra and Bolin behind both mirroring one another with their sympathetic glances.

She squared her shoulders hardening herself, "Fine." She brushed past Mako forcing her body to confront the warmth it wanted to give in to. She continued through the small apartment not bothering to wait for Asami and walked out the door of her apartment and up the stairs. She burst through the door at the end of the stairs, she paid no mind to the blaring alarm and climbed onto the roof.

She sat on the uneven planks of the roof clutching her legs to her chest as she stared out at the city below. She could see the damage leftover from the brief revolution; she could also see where they had broken ground for her projects. But it didn't fill her with pride as it had before, instead, it made her feel bitter.

"Hey." Akira turned to see Asami walking towards her, she didn't say much and instead turned her head back towards their work. Asami sat quietly and stayed there, silent. And its annoyed Akira to no end, ever since she had found out about her mother's death, she felt like everyone had been walking on eggshells around her. President Moon had given her leave for as much time as she needed, Bolin couldn't stop his sympathetic gazes, even Mako wouldn't look at her the same as if she'd break any moment. But Asami had been different, while the sympathy was still there (it always was) she had more understanding than anyone else. While Bolin and Mako also understood the pain of losing their parents, they still felt the pain because they were good and kind.

None of them understood her rage.

"She lied to me for so long," Akira said finally, and Asami turned to her. No shock, no emotion, her face was impassive as she just listened. "I…I just don't know how to grieve her. Because I basically told her I didn't need her…And I wanted to hate her…That's the worst part, I never got to have that redemption where I knew why she was the way she was. And I'll never get that." Akira's voice broke and, angry tears began to fall down her face.

"I'm just so mad at her!" She looked out back into the city and screamed, she didn't know what for. Perhaps it was the frustration, for another moment of her life marked by death just when she was ready to trust again, for the loss, for the relationship they never had. Or maybe Akira screamed because it was the only thing she could control. Everything else slipped from her fingers so, this was the way she could hurt, and that was enough. Akira screamed until her throat was raw, and her breath gave out. The tears flowed freely; as she held onto her knees clutching, them harder as she tried to disappear into herself.

"I don't know what to do." She sighed her voice hoarse from both the tears and from the force of her screams. Asami looked towards her, "That's okay." Akira smiled weakly, wordlessly she rose from their spot on the roof and turned back to the building Asami close behind. As they returned to her apartment, she found it far cleaner than it had been when she had left. The floors were clear of clothing, and three suitcases were neatly perched at the door. Her bedding had been neatly packed in a marked box, along with the rest of her belongings. She knew she wouldn't be back for a while, vacating the apartment was in her best interest. But it still struck her with a strange feeling to see it packed up.

Mako handed Akira a cup of tea, effectively bringing her out of her thoughts. He carefully avoided touching her as he gave her the cup. Mako had been like this lately and, while she never said it out loud, she appreciated how careful he had been with her. Mako made no move of romance, although they had finally gotten to a point where they thought there could be more. The death of her mother struck her back to the months before, avoiding his glances, not trying to touch him unnecessarily, and not speaking to him unless he spoke to her first.

And while she was appreciative, she knew it was hurting him. She could see in his eyes that it was the direct opposite of what he wanted. She'd seen his hand's clench at his sides when she'd cry, and the clench in his jaw when she'd push him away. But through it all, he was patient; he stood ready whenever she needed him and, she was more than thankful to have it.

But could he forgive her for throwing away their progress? Akira placed a tentative hand on his forearm and smiled briefly at him ducking her head down at the softness in his eyes. Because he had wordlessly answered, this was enough for him.

The gang on the small chair in Akira's living room opting to give her more space in the loveseat across from them. Akira sat frowning at her friends as they crushed against one another. Mako pushed sensibly sat on the floor, although it was hard to say if it was for logical reasons or because it was the closest position to her. But she decided to push the thought away, Akira sipped her tea tentatively unsure of how to begin.

"I know I've been pretty difficult these past few days." Her friends quickly disagreed except for Asami who, loudly proclaimed she was a pain in the ass. Akira snorted out a laugh surprising both herself and those in the room, they all looked towards her surprised and a glimmer of hope that their friend would return.

She would ruin that.

"I know you all were really nice to offer to come back to the Fire Nation with me." Akira paused fiddly with the handle of the teacup, she had already told this to Asami, who gave her an encouraging nod to continue. "I've decided to stay in the Fire Nation for a couple of months after the funeral. Alone."

This launched the room into the action, more like Mako than anyone else. He looked outraged while Korra and Bolin politely said it was her choice Mako; looked around wildly at his friends. "Are you insane! I'm not letting you go through this alone Akira!" Mako had already stood straight his, eyes never leaving Akira's in, fact, his gaze dared her to ignore him. "I know you are independent, but this is going to be the hardest time of your life and…"

Akira cut him off by rising out of her chair, challenging him as she had before. "I won't be alone." She said softly, finding no reason to be angry and frankly too emotionally exhausted to be. "I will have Akon, Yara, and my aunt Kili." Akira looked at their faces and sighed, "I still need you guys there for the funeral, I just need to do this part on my own. The packing up her stuff and talking to the executives." Mako turned away his shoulders tense as he grabbed the bridge of his nose. None looked too convinced, but either way, it was decided, Akira would be heading back to the Fire Nation.

An orphan.

Alone.

Akira was driven to the docks by Asami the next day, she had said her goodbyes to Mako and Bolin the night before. It was the first time she had really allowed anyone to touch her since her mother's death, Bolin had hugged her so tight she was sure her (still sore) ribs had cracked. Mako on, the other hand, gave her a brief hug, murmuring how he'd see her soon and then let go. While Korra had said her goodbyes at the Sato estate, the two weren't very close but, she was fond of the Avatar and appreciated her nonchalance.

"Here we are," the two women made their way to the bat, leaving the car running idly behind them. The crew members took Akira's bags silently before heading back into the boat. Their sympathy expressed through their mournful gazes alone. Akira sighed, trying to prepare herself for it; it would be the only thing she'd face the next few weeks. She turned to Asami and wrapped her arms around her friend, holding on to her a little longer than she did the others.

"I really appreciate everything you've done for me these past few days, Asami. I think I would have been consumed by grief without you."

Akira turned away from the horizon and looked at the deck before her. It was luxurious, it had been one of her mother's personal vessels strictly for travel. And while beautiful, it felt cold and instantly lonely without the presence of others. Akira watched the crew members walk past her giving her sympathetic smiles; she hugged her arms to her chest as she smiled politely feeling, overwhelmed.

A few came and, she politely spoke to them accepting; their kind words about her mother and wishing her well. But it was too much, she felt both like crying and fleeing. She politely excused herself, her heart racing, she put a heavy hand against the hall in the upper deck. She felt a warm hand against her shoulder and turned; she stepped backward, surprised to be greeted by Mako's face.

Mako looked as handsome as usual, his hair was mussed from the wind on the sun deck. He gave her a small smile, his shoulders hunched in as he looked at her sudden insecurity seemed to wash over him.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, reaching for him despite her usual reluctance. Mako looked down at her the warmth in his eyes, causing heat to rise to her face. He reached for her hands tentatively and pressed them firmly to his chest, his eyes tender.

I'm here for you."

And if it had been under any other circumstances, Akira would have told him to leave, that she didn't need him. But at that moment, she felt so relieved he felt like the only sturdy object around. So she wrapped her arms around Mako's torso. Her breathing came out in short bursts and, Mako held her through it, rubbing soothing circles in her back as she gasped in his arms.

After a few moments, she looked up at him, "I don't need you here." Mako nodded but held onto her anyway. And Akira let him, in fact, she held onto Mako in some way the entire way there. Whether their hands were clasped or their thighs touching as they sat, and Mako said nothing enjoying her touch. Because this would be enough for him.

Akira and Mako arrived in Shu Jing, their hands still firmly clasped as they walked off the boat. Akira found Akon waiting patiently at the dock his, eyebrows raised in surprise at their conjoined hands.

They let go of one another quickly their faces heating up, Akon had an amused smile on his face as Akira walked into his waiting arms.

"I am so sorry Ms. Akira." Akira held onto Akon a little while longer before stepping away, placing her hand lightly on the older man's cheek. "I'm more sorry for you, Akon." He closed his eyes briefly, a shaky sigh escaping his mouth before gently removing Akira's hand and taking it into his own before securing it in the crook of his elbow.

"Come, it's time for you to go home." He leads Akira to the cars before turning ahead back to Mako with a kind smile. And Akira wasn't sure if it was Akon's sturdy arm under her or the mountain air, but she felt more at ease back at home. While the mainland was her home, there was always something comforting about the mountains.

Mako

Mako's eyes couldn't take in enough of the land before him. He had always wanted to visit his mother's native land, and now, he had. There was something beautiful and comforting about the Fire Nation, he could feel a tether in his bones. The world was warmer and looked more vibrant than Republic City. It wasn't as developed as the city, and he found he quite liked the simplicity.

"Welcome to the Fire Nation Mako," Akira said gently, his gaze went from the quickly moving hills to Akira's warm brown eyes. There was a warmth in them, and he found he could get lost in them forever.

She placed a hand on his cheek and, he could tell she wasn't in front of him any longer but wrapped inside her own complicated thoughts. "I wanted to show you all of this." She sounded like she was in a daze but, once she returned, frustrated tears filled her eyes.

He heard the hitch in her throat, and Mako nodded, understanding without her words. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders, and she laid her head against them the rest of the way there.

After about half an hour of driving, they pulled up to the front gates of the Piandao home, although home was a generous term for the estate. It stretched out further than Mako could see, and as the giant white lotus gate opened, the car pulled into an expansive courtyard. The landscaping was impeccable and tastefully done, highlighting to the cream architecture that rose far above Mako's head.

As they entered, a young woman rushed forward, embracing Akira rather forcefully. "Yara," Akira greeted softly, smiling at the girl before her. She was a lovely water tribe woman with light blue eyes and long brown hair braided smartly down her back.

"I'm so, so sorry Kira, We'll all miss her so much." Her voice was thick with tears and, she reached for Akira again, hugging her another time. Mako was surprised to see her so receptive of affection, but he supposed it made sense. Akira had always spoken fondly of Yara, she had said she admired her tenacity. She had left the water tribe as a young girl looking for a better life for herself.

"I know Yara," Akira said softly, Yara pulled away from her, her glance suddenly reaching Mako. He felt immediately scrutinized under her gaze, he didn't expect the emotional young woman to be so critical. Akira turned to Mako, a small smile on her face, "Akon, Yara, this my...Mako." Mako raised an eyebrow amused at how her face heated at the insinuation.

He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Your Mako?" Akira turned towards him a faint flush against her cheeks, causing an overall warmth to bloom on her already warm brown skin. She scowled at him before returning to introductions.

"This is Akon, he was my grandfather's student, after he retired from the Fire Nation Navy he's been with our family." Akon smiled, reaching a hand to Mako he took it firmly, his eyes stern.

"Truthfully, I consider myself a friend of the family I'd give my life to the Piandao's. Gladly." His voice never betrayed his stoicism, but it was clear to Mako the underlying message.

Akon released him the small smile never leaving his face. "A pleasure to meet you, young man," Mako mumbled a greeting before moving on to Yara.

Yara, to Mako's surprise, hugged him, abandoning the intense gaze she had given him earlier. "I haven't seen her this happy in a while." She whispered before giving him a wink. With that, they were led inside by Akon and Yara. Akira was taken to her room, while Mako was given the choice of four guestrooms. Akon suggested the bedroom at the end of the hall (the furthest from Akira's), Mako took it with no complaints from Mako, until Akira entered a frown on her face.

"Akon, would you please put Mako at the room across from mine? I'd prefer it if he were closer." Akon raised an eyebrow causing Akira to sputter from the insinuation, "I just mean…I…Just do it, Akon!" She said before leaving the hall in a hurry causing a small breathy laugh to leave Akon's mouth.

"I've missed that child." He mused before turning to Mako, "I trust we have an understanding Mister Mako?" Mako nodded enthusiastically much to the delight of Akon. Mako watched Akira's flushed face before she was turned down the hall by Yara to greet the others coming in through the courtyard. As the day continued, the house was filling with strangers, all of whom embraced Akira. Mako stood off the side just witnessing the events before him, he watched as Akira stiffened at their initial, touch. Before she began to console them for their loss, she never took a moment for herself; instead, she sat with people held their hands, decided on flowers signed papers. It all was a flurry of action but never a moment for herself, never a moment did they take her hand and make her stop for a second.

Finally, the crowd cleared, Akira's shoulders were stiffened from the constant stimulation. Her gaze turned to Mako, and he felt his heart stutter. Her gaze softened from the sadness and frustration from before, she took a step closer, and a seamstress cut her way between them chattering about what designer she'd like to wear.

"I'm burying my mother; fashion doesn't concern me." She snapped, stepping around the woman but, before she could get to him, she was whisked away again.

Mako watched helplessly; he couldn't reach her, but he made sure he wasn't too far behind. After hours of speaking and, comforting, and a plethora of activities. Mako watched Akira silently as she took a steaming plate of food from one of her mother's many business partners. He watched amused as she tried to hide the food inside one of the large potted plants.

"I don't think plants eat that." Akira jumped her eyes wide in alarm before landing on Mako, she smiled sheepishly and sat against the large window sill. It looked out onto the expansive property, and the beautiful sunset shimmered along the waterfall.

"I can't eat." She said lamely, bring the plate back to her side and placing against the large window sill. Mako was surprised to see it was her favorite, Roast Duck elegantly plated on a heap of steaming jasmine rice.

"Please, you need to eat something," Mako said gently, sitting beside her. Akira opened her mouth in protest until Mako dug into the roast duck. His mouth exploded from the flavor and the intense heat, it was spicier than the ones in Republic City. But sweeter too, and if Mako wasn't so dangerously full from Yara's constant feeding of him, he'd enjoy it more.

"If you don't eat it, I'm going to have to eat it all Akira; I may die, Yara keeps insisting on feeding me every moment she sees me." A smile bloomed on Akira's face and, she took the spoon from Mako tentatively.

"She does grieve by mothering." She muttered, she took a spoonful her face looking at the food questioningly. He knew she was having trouble eating the past few days, she said it made her feel like throwing up. But as Mako laughed from her comment, he saw a small smile grace her lips. She kept eating and, Mako kept making jokes; they progressively got worse, but it made her smile and, that was good enough for him.

After she had finally eaten, she looked to Mako a small smile on her face as she laid her hand gently on his forearm. His heart betrayed him racing at the contact, "Thank you for making me slow down." Akira's thumb ran across the veins on his hands and, she furrowed her brow, focusing on them rather than talking about how she felt.

"I won't pester you like they are," Mako said suddenly, causing Akira to look up at him in surprise. "I don't want to hear you feel, and I won't say sorry. Because I know hearing I'm sorry is just redundant at this point." He watched as Akira's eyes widened, her expressive eyes were filling with tears. He continued, "But I will listen, whenever you are ready." Akira let out a breath, he didn't know if it was because she was affected by his words or because she was upset.

"Thank you." Her voice came out barely above a whisper, but the relief was explicit. For some reason, when their eyes met this time, he felt his stomach drop. He wasn't quite sure why, but he felt warm maybe; it was her eyes but, he could feel it. He could feel that pull, Akira stood in front of Mako and pulled him into a hug.

He stiffened at first in shock not, wanting to take advantage, "I just need you to hold me." She whispered into his neck, and Mako did; he wrapped his arms around her waist and held her for as long as she needed.

Moments later, she was coerced into mingling with guests once again as they made their way to their homes for the night. Mako stayed close behind the rest of the day, and that night he went to sleep he knew he'd by her side the next day, and the next, no matter how long she needed him he wouldn't hesitate to be there.

In the late hours of the night Mako, laid in bed still wide awake. He was in one of the most comfortable beds he had ever laid in, but his thoughts were keeping him awake. They always wandered to Akira but, tonight she was at the forefront, his worrying making it impossible to sleep. He wondered if she was sleeping, he wondered if she needed him, but he remained in his room.

Although unbeknownst to Mako, she was in her room staring at the ceiling, her mind wandering to Mako. She wondered if she would come and hold her till the early moments of the morning, but too afraid to ask.

The funeral came and went, Asami, Korra, and Bolin came. They barely had the time to see Akira and express their condolences, but; she still held on to Asami as long as she could. The service was beautiful; apparently, she had decided on tiger lilies, which caused a major eye roll from Mako much to Akira's amusement, it was the only time she smiled that day. The entire service was awash with flowers a serene scene in white, it was an almost cheerful juxtaposition to the day. Mako had forgotten it was a custom, Akira's face remained stoic the rest of the day. She looked beautiful to him, a vision in white; it made her brown skin gleam in a healthy glow. The top half of her hair was braided in an intricate style, the rest flowing freely down her back.

Mako was in awe at her strength, and once it was time for her to say goodbye, he watched her face crumple. He felt a jolt in his chest, his own heartbreaking as he watched her clutch Kili. Mako stood silently by her side; as she buried her face into the woman's shoulder. And while he was only met with her neatly braided hair, he didn't care, her hand reached for his hand and, he held it until she wanted him to let it go.

That night Mako roamed the halls; it was peaceful in the home now that everyone was gone. The only people left were Kili, Akon, and Yara. All were fast asleep by now, but for some reason, Mako felt drawn to the courtyard. As he walked out, he found Akira, she sat facing the courtyard, her leg dangling from the long drop to what she referred to as "the training grounds." She wore pale pink silk pants, and a white camisole, her bare shoulders were illuminated by the moonlight showing smooth brown skin. As Mako stepped closer, he saw a small scar on her right shoulder, he wanted to trace it with his fingers. Just as the thought entered his mind, she turned her head sharply, her shoulders tensed. But once their eyes met her shoulders relaxed, "Oh, it's you." Her voice was soft and tired, she leaned back against the pillar, closing her eyes as Mako took a seat beside her.

They sat in silence for a while, and Mako was content with it just watching her carefully. Her eyes were closed, her face tilted to the moonlight. She opened an eye looking at Mako and then sighed, turning towards the courtyard. Her eyes focused on the grounds before them before extending far away. "My great grandfather taught my grandfather the sword here, it was during the 100-year war. He left though to live with his grandmother, but once he returned, he taught my mother here, and once I was old enough, my grandfather brought me here and, I learned from them both." She gestured to what he had thought was the courtyard, but now it suddenly made sense why there was such an expansive space behind the castle. It extended for a while before disappearing into the gardens.

"This was the only place in the world that I felt close to my mother, I'd actually see her laugh. I mean, she was always strict, of course, and she'd correct me brutally. But she encouraged me and praised me, she was carefree and when I didn't understand she'd spar with my grandfather or Akon. And, when I'd watch them, it was like watching the fire ballets. It was exquisite and daring; she was everything I wanted to be. Beautiful yet dangerous, soft but still understandably hard. But then the summers would end, I'd return to school and, she was just as cold as before."

"I used to think my real mother lived here, and that the woman I saw those other times was a frozen clone she created." Akira laughed at that and Mako smiled, watching as her gaze returned to the empty space before them. "I'd give anything to fight her one more time." She said softly, as she closed her eyes tight. "I'm afraid I'm going to forget her face. So I keep closing my eyes making sure I remember. I know I have pictures, but they just don't capture her the way life did. She was a force of nature, and a terrible mother."

Akira laughed mirthlessly, and Mako moved closer not close enough to reach her but close enough for her to feel him there. "Mako watched as her eyes shimmered from the memories, she turned her gaze to him a small smile on her face, "I used to think my real mother lived in Shu Jing, and that the other one was her evil clone." Akira laughed at that and, Mako smiled, watching as her gaze returned to the empty space before them. "I'd give anything to fight her one more time." She closed her eyes tight as if trying to force the tears back.

"God, I wish I could hate her! I know I say that I do, but I did love her. Even her harshness and cruelty, because through it, I came out strong. I just regret everything, I regret icing her out and being harsh. I'm so angry all the time." She looked up at him, and his heart broke at what he saw, the confusion the anger was all there.

"When will it end?" Akira faced Mako moving closer to him, her eyes searching for an answer he couldn't give. And as she looked at him, something tender escaped her; she took Mako's hands tentatively in hers, avoiding his face. And he had remained silent, letting her vent, but his entire body was screaming at him to hold her to utter words of reassurance even if she didn't want them. He put his own needs aside and let her decide what she wanted.

Akira looked at him after a moment, her eyes shining but not from sadness"I regret not telling my mother I loved her, and I won't make that same mistake. I don't want to miss out on something because I'm afraid." She looked up at Mako her eyes shining, and Mako's heart raced wildly in his chest, he felt a smile growing on his face and watched as one grew on hers. "I know we never got to finish our conversation, but I know now. I've known for a while, really, but I am falling for you, Mako; I am terrified of drowning in you, but I'm ready to take that leap."

Mako rose to his knees, bringing Akira with him; he reached tentative hands and gently cupped her face in his hands, his own eyes glistening. "You make me feel helpless, and in any other situation that would have driven me insane. But I am helpless to your pull Akira, It's like there is a gravitational pull, I am helpless to your gravity I have fallen into your orbit." Akira smiled, her heart racing beneath his fingertips.

"A bit nerdy." She smirked, he rolled his eyes good-naturedly, his smile wide. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead against Mako's their hearts pounding, to the rhythm of the others.

"Kiss me." She whispered, and Mako tilted his head to the right, his face brushing against hers. Their lips came together, brushing gently against the other feather-light touches that caused goosebumps to line their flesh.

Without a thought, he captured her mouth into his own, they gasped into one another's mouths at the electricity that coursed through them. It was met with a cacophony of feelings, like the world and space around them had shaken. It felt like the alignment of planets, the crashing of the waves against the shore. It was a passion neither of them; felt as Mako's hands snaked around her waist, bringing her body closer to him. Akira's arms wrapped themselves around his neck as she pulled herself closer to him, pressing his firm body against her own.

Mako's head spun from the lack of oxygen, and the two separated their breaths coming out in pants at the length of the kiss. Mako looked up into her flushed face, her knees at either side of his body as she loomed above him; like a benevolent goddess looking down at him.

"I've been waiting to do that," Mako said, brushing the curls from her face and tucking them gently behind her ear. Akira smiled her face warm as she gently kissed Mako's lips again, the warmth of her body pressed against him made his stomach turn in delight. "So have I," Akira whispered against his mouth, and for the rest of the night, they remained outside. Their mouths were swollen from the pressure of the other's lips and tangled in an embrace as they watched the sunrise. They would be exhausted for the rest of the day from staying up all night kissing one another, but it was worth every yawn that was to come.

So I did write the funeral in Mako's point of view because I didn't want to go into great detail about it. Hope no one is too upset about that, but this time they kissed for real! Hope you all are enjoying it, don't forget to follow, favorite, and review! See y'all soon!

*I also have an upcoming Zuko/OC in a modern AU let me know if you would all be interested in that.