A/N: I need to apologize. I have spelled Korra's name (among others) wrong in every chapter but this one. I went back and fixed it, but thanks for sticking with me anyways, guys. I can't believe I didn't notice. Thanks for sticking with the story too. I hope you enjoyed it. I enjoyed writing it. :) You guys are great.

Bolin walked out of the movie carrying a Soto-mobile load of popcorn. "That. Was. Awesome! So is being rich! We should do this again!"

Beside him Mako smiled. "Yeah, but if we did, we wouldn't be rich very long, would we?"

Bo sighed. "Okay, but this should totally be our celebration after the tournament!"

"And then we will put the rest in the bank." Mako's tone was final.

Bolin could have argued that he was being bossy again, but they both knew he was right. "Fine," he conceded. There was a pause as they crossed the street. "Hey Mak, if we get rich and famous, will we still be like we are now? I mean I know some things will have to change. Like we can have dumplings every night, and new clothes, and Pabu can eat that fancy ferret food he drools over in the pet store. But will we still be as nice? Not that rich people aren't nice it's just…" He trailed off because his brother had stopped in the middle of the street.

Mako looked like he had eaten at that food stand in the alley off Main Street and the horrible effects of the toxic gummy worms had just taken hold (something Bolin knew the look of from personal experience). Bolin looked around for help, or anything that could cause Mako to freeze up like that. Korra wasn't here, so that left out the obvious reason. And there was no out-of-control Soto-mobile barreling towards them, so that was out too.

"Um… What's wrong?" There was no reply. He frowned. He really didn't want to have to do this but… Bolin crept up to his brother. "BOO!"

Mako jerked like a puppet and fire erupted completely surrounding him.

Bolin tried to dodge, spilling popcorn everywhere. There were sparks all over his clothes. "Seriously, man, I was just joking!" he exclaimed as he desperately tried to rub the flames out. "You have to be kidding me! They were already covered in ink! Why does everything happen to me?"

"Bolin, be quiet!" Mako hissed. The bonfire in the street had died down already.

"Why, did you suddenly realize how awesome I am and that needs your whole concentration?"

He was given the 'this is important, I'm trying to think' look. Bolin sighed, steered his brother out of the road, and sat down on the curb. This might take awhile.

That's only when you think.

Haha, funny, he thought sourly. Sometimes being so awesome was a bother.

It seemed like they were there for hours (really it was only a minute or two). He tried thinking of new tricks he could teach Pabu, what they should have for dinner tomorrow, new 'hat tricks' for the finals, even Korra. No matter what he thought of, he was itching to know what was so important to Mako. Maybe his brother had been possessed by aliens? Or maybe he had seen this awesome girl around the corner…

"C'mon, we need to talk to Korra."

Or perhaps Mako was planning on stealing his girlfriend. "Um…we just came from there. What's up?" Bolin asked, stalling. Not that he was afraid of losing Korra or anything.

Uh, yeah you are.

Mako turned and locked eyes with him. "It's important, Bolin."

"Okay, but you can tell me, right?"

Mako turned his head away. "If I did, it would put you in danger."

"Look, I thought we had an agreement. I can handle this," Bo persisted. "At least tell me the category."

"Fine," Mako sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "It's- it's about Amon." He lowered his voice even more; "I think I know who he is."

THE END