A/N: This is a songfic! And an AU!
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra.
"Bo, you can't stay here," Mako said, worry clear in his voice. Bolin just sat planted on his spot, unrelenting.
"And who says I can't," he retorted. Mako snorted, rolling his eyes, Bolin was getting on his last nerve.
"The law says you can't Bo, they're not going to just let you sit here," Mako replied. Bolin had no answer, he would wait here for as long as it took and he wasn't going to move.
With that, Mako stormed off, a silent Korra on his trail, leaving Bolin alone once more. The little corner tea shop was fairly busy, like on most days, but no matter what the business was that day he wasn't budging.
Iroh had left almost a week and a half ago. He didn't blame him; he had no choice, no say. Iroh came from a wealthy family, his mom running one of the biggest electronics company in the world. And in order to gain more money and power, she forced him into an arranged marriage with the daughter of a wealthy (and very powerful) businessman. When Iroh first told him about, Bolin immediately thought of it cliché. Losing his boyfriend to an arranged marriage, this wasn't some fairytale.
He had left soon after giving the news, and it broke Bolin's heart. As much as he didn't want to blame Iroh, he couldn't help but think that he could have at least fought against it. But no, he'd left without a single word of defense, and that's what hurt the most.
After a few days of sulking, Bolin realized he needed to do something himself. Iroh wouldn't does this, they'd been together for 2 years and just out of nowhere he gives up just because his mother says so. And that's what began his rebellion.
A tea shop on the corner of the street was where they'd first met, and it would be the place Iroh would go if he ever came back. So, that's where Bolin will stay.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand
Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"
A few days had past and true to his word Bolin had not moved. And it scared Mako to death. He knew his brother was a dedicated person, once his mind was he set, he wouldn't stop 'til the end, but he didn't think it would amount to this.
People had begun to gather, giving money and support. Local news reporters too, they'd interviewed Bolin from his spot on the ground and once they got video of him talking to Bolin.
"Please stop this Bolin," Mako had pleaded.
"I won't. We had a thing about if he took trips or if we went somewhere, if either of us ever got lost we would always meet here, and without him in my life I'm completely lost," Bolin answered. Those in the front of the crowd 'aww'd', and the camera crews flocked closer for a better shot. He'd stomped out of there angrily, this madness had to stop.
Some try to hand me money, they don't understand
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense but what else can I do
How can I move on when I'm still in love with you?
Iroh lay in bed, staring up at the scarlet canopy. His fiancée, Erin, lay next to him. It had been two weeks since he'd last seen Bolin, and nothing seemed the same. He plastered a smile on his face, to please her mother and Erin, to make it seem like he was alright. Though, at some point, he knew that his sister, Ursa, could tell it wasn't.
She knew him all too well, to know that he was able to just move on from Bolin like that, but she refrains from saying anything. He's thankful for that.
He misses Bolin with all his being, but he knows there is nothing he can do. Iroh is required to go through with this marriage, and nothing was going to make his mother change her mind. He wondered what Bolin was doing. Probably sulking, you crushed his heart; Iroh had told himself this several times.
Erin stirred next to him, jarring him from his thoughts. Her honey colored hair still as beautiful as it was when she'd gone to bed. She looked up at him with ocean blue eyes. Iroh had admitted that she was very pretty, beautiful in the least, but he knew that he felt nothing for her, nor would he ever. "Good morning, sweetie," she placed a kiss on his cheek.
Oh, how he missed Bolin.
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving
In Mako's eyes, things were getting way out of hand. The police had stopped several times to tell him that he needed to leave, but Bolin refused to budge. Mako had suggested just picking him up and moving him out, but the idea was shot down, apparently Bolin wasn't breaking any laws, so they couldn't use brute force.
One night, after all the people and pressed had flocked away; he headed down to the corner, determined to just move Bolin himself. Though, when he saw Bolin curled up inside his sleeping back, looking so small and innocent, he couldn't bring himself to it. Mako knew he shouldn't be working against his brother; it would just make things worse.
Praying up to his parents, he went back to their apartment, grabbed a pillow and bottles of water and gave them to Bolin. Maybe just maybe, things would turn out all right.
The next day, it rained and Korra had been the first out there, bringing an umbrella, towel, and a change of clothes. "Hey, Bo," she said, placing the umbrella in his hand.
"Thank you Korra," Bolin answered. He gratefully took the towel, and dried his hair. Taking off his shirt, he wrung it out, watching as a bucket of water fell off of it.
"Geez, Bo, you could've just slide under the canopy," Korra suggested. He pulled the fresh shirt over his head, after toweling off his wet body.
"Nah, I needed the bath," Bolin joked. Korra watched sadly as Bolin finished drying off, he looked like he was balancing on the line of sickness, his skin much paler, lost a lot of weight, and his eyes much darker. She wanted to support him, but she didn't want to see her friend get hurt anymore. As Bolin leaned in to hug, she silently prayed that he would be alright.
Policeman says, "Son you can't stay here"
I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year"
Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows
If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go
Asami sits curled up on her plush couch, sipping on a cup of warm green tea. It had been raining for days here in Paris, and she'd spent most of her time inside. She picked up the remote and turned on her giant television, then began flipping through channels
She stopped on a popular American news channel, before her cell phone rang. Setting down her tea, she fished it out of her pocket and answered. "Hello," she said.
"Hey, A, it's me," Tahno said through the phone. She smiled at the sound of her boyfriend's voice.
"Hey, Tahno, what's up," Asami asked.
"Have you seen the news," he said voice urgent. She frowned slightly, this was unusual.
"No, I have it on, right now, is something wrong," she continued. She heard a few voices in background.
"Okay, well watch it now; it should be one soon," he began, "Yes I just told her, simmer down, city boy." Asami recognized Tahno's nickname for Mako, but what was Tahno doing with Mako.
She kept him on the line, and turned towards the TV. A report on burning building ended, and a familiar face appeared on the screen. Bolin was sitting in front of the tea shop back home, wrapped in a sleeping bag with crowds of people around him. "What is Bolin doing," she screeched through her phone.
"He's waiting for Iroh, he left him for an arranged marriage a few weeks ago, and now Bolin's insisted that he'll come back and that he'll go to the tea shop when he does," Tahno explained. She was silent, Iroh had left Bolin for a freaking arranged marriage, and now he was waiting on the corner of the street for him. She couldn't believe it.
"Where is Iroh now," Asami asked, after a few minutes.
"He's in Paris," Tahno said, knowing what she intended, "He's staying in some big ass mansion near the middle of the city, good luck A."
"Thanks, I'll talk to you later," she finished, and then hung up. Asami hopped up off the couch and threw on a pair of tennis shoes and a coat. Grabbing an umbrella, she headed out the door. She was going to get Iroh back to Bolin no matter what.
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me
And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be
Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet
And you'll see me waiting for you on our corner of the street
So I'm not moving, I'm not moving,
I'm not moving, I'm not moving
His mom and Erin had left for the day to go shopping, leaving him alone in the house with Ursa. The rain drizzled against the roof, echoing in the hallways. He felt weary, having to keep his spirits up to please was draining him, and he couldn't keep going on like this.
Ursa was sitting in the kitchen when he walked in. Iroh could feel her watching him as he began to make his coffee. "I thought you drank tea," she asked suddenly.
"I am in need of an energy boost right now, I'm hoping coffee will help," Iroh explained. Ursa snorted and took another bite of her cereal.
"That's not going to help 'Roh and you know it," Ursa said. Her words were true, but he finished making the coffee nonetheless.
"Master Iroh, you have a guest," they both jumped at the sound of the butler's voice. Before they could answer, Asami entered the kitchen.
"A-Asami what are you doing here," he stuttered.
"TV's in the living room," Ursa spoke up, pointing down the hall.
"Thank you. Iroh follow me," Asami said. They walked down the hallway into the living room. Iroh watched, befuddled, as Asami picked up the remote and clicked on the television. She flipped through a few channels before stopping on a news channel. He gasped as Bolin's face lit up the screen; he was sitting in front of a tea shop, their tea shop.
"W-What," he stammered.
"He's waiting for you," she answered. Ursa walked in, standing next Iroh, watching the TV with a sad face.
"So the rumors are true," Ursa asked
"Yep, he's been waiting for two weeks," Asami said. She flipped to a few more news channel and Bolin was on all of them. He was the man who can't be moved.
"Go to him," Asami said. Ursa nodded and urged him out of the living room. The two girls followed him to the door. Iroh's mind rushed a mile a minute as he sat in the back of Asami's limo. He couldn't believe it; he was going to see Bolin. The thought gave him real smile, something he hasn't done for two weeks.
People talk about the guy that's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world
Maybe I'll get famous as the man who can't be moved
Maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news
And you'll come running to the corner
'Cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
Bolin sat wrapped up in his sleeping bag; days were getting colder and nights too. The people came in hundreds, the camera crews were getting bigger, and he knew he was getting very popular.
Two weeks had gone by since he'd started waiting, and each day his hope withered a little more. He'd put all he had into this, if it failed he didn't what he'd do.
It was around noon, on the two week day mark, it was at its warmest, when the crowd began to shout. One spot to his right, people were shouting angrily and squirming. He watched confused, until a familiar face appeared at the front of the crowd. Bolin's heart skipped a beat at the sight of Iroh standing there.
"Iroh," he whispered. Iroh dashed over to where he was sitting. Bolin tried to stand but his legs were too weak, though Iroh was there to catch him.
"You came back," Bolin said, voice wavering. Iroh smiled, his eyes were glossy with tears.
"Of course," he assured. With that, Bolin wrapped his arms around Iroh's neck and pulled him in for a kiss. The crowd and cameras no longer existed; all he cared about was the man in his arms. The one he'd waited two long weeks for, his patience and determination had pay off.
He heard Iroh whisper 'I missed you so much' and he smiled as the kiss deepened. Bolin was the man who can't be moved, the one was waiting for his love, and he'd finally found him.
Going back to the corner where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move
A/N: The song is The Man Who Can't Be Moved by The Script! Well, I hope you like it! Please R&R! It's greatly appreciated!