Title: Dirty Little Secret
Author: SplishySplash/LastWaterBender
Genre: Smut/Romance/Angst
Pairing: MAKORRA, who else?
Rating: MMMMMMMM
Disclaimer: I own nothing. You all are going to hunt me down for how short this is, I mean come on... at least I didn't leave it in cliffhanger form... or did I? On to Chapter 7
Summary: She was his dirty little secret, but now people are starting to know this dirty little secret

Mako woke up alone. The sun was high in the sky and the birds were chirping, happily mocking him. His muscles ached from the restlessness and his tension rested squarely on his shoulders. With a sigh he wiped the sleep from his eyes, not sure if his brother came home after their fight and he was sure that he didn't want to deal with him this morning. When had his life become so chaotic?

Korra was chaos.

Exciting, amazing, confusing, passionate chaos.

He smile despite the pain in his jaw and was startled by sudden pounding on the main door. He closed his eyes, choosing to ignore the unwelcomed visitor because if it was Korra, she could climb to the window. The pounding grew in urgency and his sigh turned into a growl as he put his feet on the floor.

As he padded barefoot to the door, he pulled on a shirt and threw open the door. Instead of a face, a newspaper was shoved into his own.

Big serif letters on the front page of the paper echoed in his brain. AVATAR KORRA ENGAGED? It showed a picture of the two of them kissing in the park and her necklace was enhanced to get the point across.

"What the hell is this?" Said a feminine voice from behind the paper that made his blood turn cold. Asami Sato owned the paper and clear had read the title page.

Mako ran a hand through his hair, this isn't how he wanted her to find out about this. He didn't want her to know period. Her hands trembled in anger as she lowered the paper, her normally well-kept composure was gone, her hair sticking out in all directions and not a drop of make up on her face against her red eyes.

He stepped back and she stood still, eyes blazing in anger. "You don't even have the decency to break up with me before you go get engaged to the Avatar?" She was the master at keeping calm.

"I didn't mean for it to happen. . ." Mako started to explain.

"For what? Screwing Korra behind my back or the fact that you got caught?" She spat, the paper crumpling in her hand.

The fire bender took a deep breath, he was the master of cool and he was going to let her be mad at him, it was the least that he could do. "No, I am sorry that I hurt you." He said, looking her in the eye. "I didn't expect to fall in love with Korra."

She scoffed. "Love? Honestly?" She gave a humorless laugh and ran a hand through her curls. "And what was I, Your free ride to the finals? A meal ticket?"

It hit him below the belt. "Of course not, I liked you a lot and I enjoyed spending time with you." He defended himself, he knew starting something with Korra while still with Asami would come to haunt his selfish self, but he did not use Asami for her money.

"You liked me?" She snapped with her hands on her hips.

"I know I shouldn't have let this thing between us . . ." Mako tried to explain, but the words were not coming to him and suddenly all of his charisma was gone.

Asami turned red. "This thing? You can't even call it a relationship." Asami said and closed her eyes. "How long?" He was unsure what she was asking and he opened his mouth a couple of times while she watched him try to piece the words together. His silence spoke volumes. "Forget it, I'm leaving."

She turned on her heels and started to run down the stairs. Mako followed her, grabbing her by the arm to stop her and she turned around, throwing his hand off her arm. "I am sorry that I hurt you Asami, but I want you to know that I didn't mean for this to happen." He said firmly. "I think that you are an amazing person and do not think that for one second that I used you for your money or your fathers sponsorship."

"How do I know that? Mako, you cheated on me with someone you clearly had feelings for while starting a relationship with me." She seethed.

"Asami . . ." He started when she stomped her foot.

"What do you want me to say Mako? You broke my heart. You are all over the newspaper kissing the Avatar when you were MY boyfriend and it seems like I was the last person in Republic City to know about your relationship with her." She ranted, turning on her heels to storm out of the gym in hopes of never EVER having to come back.

He watched as she stormed away. "I am an idiot." Mako mumbled to himself and went to chase after her. She needed to know, yes she was right. He did love Korra from the beginning and he shouldn't have chosen Asami when Korra gave him the ultimatum and ultimately he probably shouldn't have started a relationship with her while still attached to Asami. There was a lot of things that he regretted about the situation, but he didn't regret Korra and he didn't regret his time with Asami.

Mako chased her through the door and he could see Asami pick up her pace. "Asami wait!" He cried as she stepped into the road, she was upset and blinded by her emotions that she didn't see the large hauling truck that came barreling her. "ASAMI!"

With a blink of an eye and the screeching of tires, Asami was thrown back to the sidewalk and another laid on the ground in front of the truck.

The world stopped moving as Mako realized that Korra was the one that pushed Asami out of the way and that she was the one laying in the ground with blood coming out of a gash on her forehead. Mako reacted and ran to her, shaking her gently. "Korra?" He pleaded, the space around him was chaotic as people started to surround them, frantically looking for help. Asami had gotten up from the ground and had ran to the Avatar. She grabbed the scarf that normally surrounded Mako's neck and used it to stifle the bleeding from her head. "Open your eyes, Korra."

Korra's eyes opened lazily and not to fully alert, she almost smiled when she finally made eye contact with him. "Mako." She whispered.

"It's okay, you're going to be okay." He encouraged, mostly for himself as he brushed her bloody hair off her forehead.

She winced. "Asami?" she asked. "Is she okay?"

"I'm fine." Said the heiress, her earlier anger completely forgotten.

Korra let out a breath that she was holding, of course Korra would be more worried about other people than herself because she was the most selfless person on the planet. "I'm tired." She slurred.

"Stay awake, Korra." Mako said starting to panic as her eyes started to flutter close.

Asami's cold hand went to squeeze his shoulder. "She's going to be okay, help is on its way." She said firmly, even though not five minutes ago she hated the both of them with every fiber of their beings. In a blind rage, the normally very collected and very thought out Asami had stepped into the road without looking and Korra pushed her out of the way. She physically couldn't hate the woman now and she couldn't hate the man either, because their little love story was taking a turn for the worst.