A/N: So, this is kinda late. I was supposed to get it up and posted before midnight here (New York time), but got distracted by my b-day party, shopping for college, watching Iron Man 2, and eating toasted cheese—it was so yummy… Anyways here is the long awaited prompt # 6: History. Enjoy!

Notes:

+ Takes place in the world of Korra

+ Because LoK hasn't previewed yet, I cannot guarantee that everything that happens in this fic is canon and/or correct

+ Contains hints of Makorra and Kataang

+ Everyone from A:TLA universe has passed on

+ *Ahem* "And it's all just a little bit of history repeating!" (Listened to that the whole time I wrote this!)

History

"I can't believe you think I'm not taking my job seriously!" Korra's face was scrunched up in complete anger with her fists clenched at her sides and heating up to a dangerous level. The tall boy across from her had irritation written all over his face and his fists too were clenched and heating up.

"You're not! There are people—benders—out there that need your help and you're just goofing off whenever the opportunity presents itself!" Mako's normally level voice was elevated and all former calmness long gone.

Tears were gathering behind Korra's eyes, but she didn't want Mako to see her cry. "I am not!" With a slash of her arm, Korra created a huge firewall that gave her cover as she ran for the tree line. She didn't stop until she was sure she was far enough away that it would take him some time to find her. Korra gathered herself into a ball underneath a tree and allowed the tears to flow freely, but it didn't help her feel better at all.

She decided it would be best to meditate. Korra calmed down her breathing, closed her eyes, and concentrated on nothing. Though when she opened her eyes, she realized she wasn't in the same forest still. Everything looked the same, just much foggier. A small chuckle caught her attention and Korra found herself looking at the Avatar before her, Avatar Aang.

"Avatar Aang."

"Hello, Korra. It's so nice to see you again. Now, I'm sure you're wondering why I've called you here, hmm?" Korra nodded her head. "Well I took notice of your little… debate with your friend, Mako."

A light blush appeared on her face. She couldn't believe the savior of the world had had a front row seat to her completely losing control. "I'm really sor—"

"There is nothing to apologize for Korra, it's absolutely fine. In fact, I just wanted to share with you that you two remind me of two very dear friends of mine."

Korra cocked her head to the side in confusion. "Who's that?"

A wide small graced the old man's face. "Fire Lord Zuko and his lovely wife, Fire Lady Mai."

Her eyes widened drastically at the statement. "Why would you say that?"

"They may have loved each other very much," Korra blushed at his implications about her and Mako, "but they fought all the time."

Confusion was once again evident on the young girl's face. "Really, but I've always heard they had the perfect relationship…"

"All relationships have had bumps in the road. That's what makes them so perfect." Aang stroked his beard in thought. "How about I show you exactly what I mean." Before Korra could answer positively or negatively, she found herself in the old Fire Lord's palace. The building was a lot more beautiful and regal than she could ever have imagined. "This event was a few days after Zuko's coronation as the Fire Lord. He had been taking too much time being the Fire Lord and the other nations, but not enough time taking care of himself.

A large "bang!" caught Korra's attention and she watched as a teen a few years older than herself—closer to Mako's age—stomped in. His hair was a very dark brown and a scar cover the left side of his face. The younger Avatar gasped softly to herself. This was a much younger Fire Lord Zuko.

Not long after he arrived another furious figure entered the picture. Fire Lady Mai. "You're taking your job too seriously!" Wow, that sounded slightly familiar, only she remembered it being just the opposite.

Both teen's eyes were set in a glare at one another. "I'm taking my job too seriously? I don't think I'm taking it serious enough!"

"You're going to run yourself into the ground at the pace you're going at!"

"I have a lot on my shoulders, Mai! Everyone expects me to restore the Fire Nation's honor. Everyone expects me to make nice with the other nations. Everyone expects me to fix the damages to the other nations! I'm trying my best and it never seems to be enough!"

Mai's facial features softened a bit. "You are doing your best Zuko… But you have to take a break every once in a while or you're going to make a mistake."

Zuko didn't seem to listen to her statement in its entirety; he was still livid. "If I stop now everyone's going to turn on me!"

Mai was now back to being angry, maybe even more than before. "No they won't! Now, you're going to take a break now or I will force you to."

The Fire Lord's glare deepened and he turned and started walking out of the room. "You can't force me to do anything."

Korra watched as Zuko was flipped around and pinned to a wall roughly. Mai loomed over him and she looked pretty intimidating. "I can and I will." And then her lips were on his. Korra expected Zuko to completely fling her off and then go storming off down the hall, but instead his arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer.

Wow… Korra thought incredulously. They were literally just fighting and now they were kissing as if that fight had not just happened! Avatar Aang sent her a knowing look and Korra blushed deeply at what he was implying. No, this was not the same thing that happened between her and Mako!

"Hey, guys, it went quiet. Are you o—oh! Sorry!" Mai and Zuko were glaring at the intruder: a male teen about their age dressed in water tribe clothing. "I take it you guys made up?"

"Sokka!"

"Okay, okay! I'm leaving, sheesh!" Then everything faded back to the forest in the Spirit World.

Korra turned to Avatar Aang. "Why do you think Mako and I remind you of them?" He only gave her a wink and then faded away. Korra opened her eyes—when did I close them?—and saw Mako in front of her. There was a worried expression on his face.

"Korra? Are you okay?"

Korra shook her head and stood up on slightly numb legs—how long had she been in the Spirit World? It hadn't felt that long… "Yeah, I'm fine. Aang brought me to the Spirit World again."

"What was the reason this time?"

She blushed as she remembered everything she saw. "Oh…um—uh…" Mako smirked at her. Finally, she hung her head. "I'm sorry about earlier. Maybe I'm not taking my job as seriously as I should."

"Korra…" She felt his hand lift up her chin. "You're doing just fine. I… I overreacted a bit. I guess you could say heat of the moment?"

She smiled at him. "Sure. Now let's head back to camp. I'm sure Bolin's wondering where we are…"

"I can't believe you showed her that!" Mai hands were on her hips as she glared at the Avatar in front of her. He grinned sheepishly.

"Well, they do remind me of you two. I thought that was the perfect moment."

Mai scoffed and Zuko grabbed her hand reassuringly. "Yeah, just next time I bring someone to the Spirit World, I think I might show them part of your and Katara's life." Zuko said this as if in deep thought. Aang's face paled considerably. "You know, I think I know the perfect time, too…"

Aang scratched his head nervously. "You know, I think I hear Katara calling me." With that said, the Avatar was gone in a flash.

"He still acts like a 12-year old." Mai state accusingly.

Zuko turned a cheesy grin on her and kissed her deeply. "Forget about him."

So I'm writing this at 12:30 in the morning and it pouring outside. You may be thinking it's only pouring cats and dogs outside, no harm, no foul… no, it pouring freaking elephants outside! What's worse… our basement started flood. The fact that takes the cake… my room is in the basement. So, I may be late, but just be lucky you are even getting an update. Sorry about the harsh words… Please leave feedback if at all possible! Thank you for reading!

Luna

P. S. - Mai may be dead and in the Spirit World, but she's still got it...