AN: So I've been reading through my prompts. This one... Well, it was quite conflicting for me. Because I ship Makorra pretty hard. And I love Mako as a character, despite the stupid things he's done. And he gets a lot of hate. And, while I do think he deserved to get told off (particularly by Asami, bless her kind heart), I don't think he deserves NEARLY the amount of flack he's gotten.

That being said, I couldn't quite take this prompt seriously. So... Um... This fic is going to be VERY farcical. Basically, I'm trying to make this as ridiculous as possible, because in my opinion, Amon doesn't have room to talk.

Requested by Jokermask18

Amon lectures Mako

"Spirits, finally. You know, you're a pain to get a hold of. Do you know how many chi blockers I've gone through to capture you? I gotta tell you man, it's hard to find good help these days. It's not like there's a website I can go to look up the Minions Guild of the Four Nations."

Mako raised a skeptical brow at the pacing man across from him. He seemed eerily genial, even with the mask. He had half a mind to struggle against the restraints binding his hands to the wall, but he was too enamored with the bouncing man before him to think about it too seriously.

"Um. Okay. So, are you setting up some sort of trap or something for Korra by catching me?" Mako asked uncertainly, cocking his head. Amon rounded on him, a hand held up to his chin in deep thought.

"No, no. On the contrary. I have no intention of bothering the Avatar at the moment. No, I just wanted to get an opportunity to have a bit of a discussion with you about your treatment of women." The elder man sat cross-legged in front of Mako and clasped his hands. It was strangely childlike. Mako felt a defensive scowl form across the line of his brows.

"Excuse me?"

"Yes, I have been observing your relationship with the Avatar and Hiroshi Sato's daughter for quite some time. I know you've grown up without parents, but that's really no excuse for the way you've treated these girls. I mean, of course, I hate the Avatar, but Ms. Sato is perfectly fine with me, providing she eventually chooses to join her father and I in our tyrannical reign over benders and non benders alike. So, really, what I wanted to say was that you really ought to have been honest with Ms. Sato right from the off. When the Avatar kissed you. You're never going to get any tail if you lie to women like that. Furthermore, it's quite selfish of you to pursue the Avatar so soon after you and Ms. Sato cut ties (quite ambiguously I might add). You could have AT LEAST waited until book two to make a move-you know, let the ravenous fangirls cool off from your mistakes. I mean, really, how stupid can you be?"

Amon finished his speech, hands splayed. Mako sensed there was a patronizing smile behind the unmovable mask.

They stared each other down for several long moments, neither of them daring to breathe.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Amon startled. "Excuse me?"

"I said, are you fucking kidding me? You've spent the entirety of book one terrorizing innocent people, and you're going to lecture me on my stupid teenage mistakes? Shall we recap? You kidnapped a bunch of benders,-granted, some of them criminals-my brother included who has never harmed a single person in his life, and took their bending away. Bending being essentially a part of their body and soul, something that makes them who they are, the loss of which is equivalent to the amputation of a limb or the remove of a vital organ. Furthermore, you terrorized and abused a teenage girl, who, while being the Avatar, is also still a child just learning to cope with MAJOR responsibilities she never asked for. You distributed weapons to the general public that allowed for the electrocution of innocent people. AND SPOILER ALERT, you blood bent and took your own brothers bending away. You threatened and nearly stole the bending of children (who also happen to be the last benders of their kind). You deceived thousands of people with your lies and you ambiguously killed your lieutenant, who might've probably been the closest thing you had to a friend while you've been in Republic City. So excuse me if I don't listen to a damn thing you have to say you self righteous asshole."

Mako huffed up flames.

Amon blinked behind his mask. "Well that was rude. I guess I'll just have to take your bending away for that."