The end! So short... I apologize... Either way, I hope you've enjoyed this, and I'm sorry for the sappy, random and abrupt ending... Just my style, I guess... Kind of... Ahem... Anyways...
B.K. and M.D. own Korra
Korra stood once more in the back of the arena, gazing out across the illuminated island where Tenzin lived, her head resting on her hands and her elbows on the railing. Her mind was whirring despite her fatigue.
They had made it to the arena in record time not two hours previously, managing to keep everyone safely secured the entire journey, and it was sheer luck Toza and the normal paramedics — they would observe the matches to help when the players got hurt — had been around. Everyone would be fine. They were safe. Though some of their injuries were quite substantial — namely Bolin who had a sprained shoulder and wrist — but according to the doctors, all the benders would be fine in a few weeks.
Even so, the young Avatar knew the battle wasn't over, not even close. If anything, she had just made the situation worse. The Equalists were bound to find a new headquarters soon enough, and it was obvious they would plan revenge. Amon knew her true power now, and her only weakness. Korra hadn't even realized what her weakness was; in all honesty, she had believed she wasn't afraid of anything. Now she knew the truth.
The Fire Ferret firebender stepped softly to stand next to her, resting his elbows on the bar and leaning out, remaining silent. The two stood like that for a while, neither willing to speak first, until Mako finally gave in with a sigh, turning to face her.
"Korra... I can't thank you enough for saving Bolin, for saving everyone," he confessed, rubbing the back of his neck. "It's just... you were incredible in there. And I'm sorry for getting distracted. When I saw my brother... I just—" Korra cut him off, hands on her hips again as she turned to him.
"You don't need to apologize, Mako," she laughed, shaking her head. "You helped a lot. I couldn't have done it without you." He shook his head in return, refusing to smile.
"No, Korra, I was irresponsible. I didn't think. I could have ruined the entire mission," he groaned, closing his eyes. "And then there was you. You could have been killed. But then you... you got this amazing power. I saw it and I still don't believe it. You're the only reason we survived." The Avatar's grin slid off her face, and she stared with an atypical seriousness about her.
"You were the reason I got that power, Mako," she explained softly, forcing his eyes open. "It's called the Avatar State. It only comes out when the Avatar is in danger or when their emotions are too powerful. I—I'd never experienced it before because I've never been in a real, risky situation, and because I'm controlled; you know that." She inhaled deeply, turning away, facing the bay once more. "You got hurt. I... I guess I was... worried. No. I was afraid. Me!" She laughed, shaking her head at herself. "It was that emotion that sent me over the edge. It sucks to say that you had to get hurt, but, if you hadn't, I don't know what would have happened. I just... I care about you." Her voice dropped at the end, Korra hating how weak and vulnerable she sounded.
With only a moment's hesitation, Mako placed his hand on her shoulder, turning her to face him. She lifted her eyes to stare into his, cyan blue on amber. For a minute, they maintained their gaze, neither willing to back down — that's what you get when you put two feisty benders in a staring contest. Finally, Mako turned away, swallowing and letting his hand drop. Korra's heart beat stronger and faster than ever, and, only as an impulsive bender would do, she lifted her slightly shaking hand to his cheek, resting her fingers there and testing the waters. His face jerked around to meet her steady gaze, Korra daring him to speak, but, instead, he stepped closer, surprising her. He enjoyed her confusion more than he would ever admit.
"What now, Avatar Korra?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow. Though she would deny it if asked, her cheeks flushed slightly, her skin darker there as she averted her eyes for a mere second. Immediately, Mako regretted his forward words, and, eyes wide, he tried to cover it up. "Korra, I just... I didn't mean... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to impl—" But she cut him off with a finger pressed to his lips. He silenced himself, awaiting her abrasive retort.
"Shut up," she laughed, stepping into his embrace. With a single second of thought — more than she normally used — Korra tilted her face up and pressed her lips to Mako's, closing her eyes and not at all caring about his reaction. Of course, she would have been happy with it.
He was shocked at first, admittedly, but he recovered promptly, returning the action and shutting his eyes like she had. He would never confess to it, but Mako had wanted to kiss the Avatar ever since he first laid eyes on her, despite the fact that he had assumed she was Bolin's fangirl. Coincidentally, Korra had felt the same about him. It was perfect.
Of course, there was the lingering threat of their enemies hanging over their heads, even more powerful now that they had angered them. The identity of Amon was still a mystery, and it had only been luck that had allowed them to defeat the Chi-blockers. The Equalists were surely growing stronger. It would be significantly more difficult the next time they fought, if it could even be called a fight. There were many strange things happening in Republic City, and they troubled the public, Korra especially. It would prove to be problematic when the time arose to end the disputes and bring back peace once and for all. It might be next to impossible. No one knew how it would end; there were too many possibilities, too many variables. Everything in Republic City was simply a mess.
At the time, though, all was well. The battle against the anti-bending revolution could wait for another day. They wouldn't have much luck finishing it then, anyway. Korra and Mako shared their happiness and their passion, and, in that moment, that was all that mattered.
The End!