Alright, I have been working on this for the past week for you guys, and I had a lot of fun writing this. I'm so happy with everybody's response! So I'm going to keep this short. So without further-a-due, Cerulean Chapter 2

Disclaimer: The Legend of Korra Belongs to Bryke

Plot belongs to SoulLikeABird

Enjoy :))


A day after her conversation with Tenzin, Korra was called into the headquarters of the White Lotus Sentries. Walking Into the little shack like room, Korra takes a seat in a sturdy oak chair. She huffs, blowing a stray strand of hair out of her face. She looks around the room, and spots Howl, and two other Sentries leaning against the wall, poised and ready, watching her. She annoyingly eyes the sentries and sighs. "What do you guys want?" She asks impatiently. Tenzin rolls his eyes at the young Avatars attitude and takes a seat on the other side of the round table. Tenzin folds his hands in front of him and looks at Korra.

"You do realize what is going on right?" Tenzin asks.

Korra scoffs. "Duh! You guys are keeping me here in hiding until my training is finished." Korra remarks irritated. Her answer earned her head shakes from the sentries, and an eye roll from Tenzin.

"No Korra. Do you realize what it going on in the war?" Tenzin asks once more.

Korra isn't sure how to answer that. She knows there is a war brewing among the nations, but it isn't a war between the benders, no. This war is about the non-benders wishing harm to benders. The war started virtually a month ago. The war's frontrunner is un-known, and has rarely been seen. All the world is aware of is that he wears a mask to conceal his face. He had not yet shared his name, though he shared his ultimatum. He aims to rid the world of bending, and that terrifies Korra. His soldiers came close to ending Korra last night. "Y-yeah…I guess…" Korra stutters, trying to hide the fear in her tone.

Tenzin raises an eyebrow. "You guess?" He echoes.

Korra quickly composes herself. "Yeah, it isn't like anyone had bothered to fill me in about anything going on. If you haven't noticed already, the only things people seem to tell me is if my stance is too wide, or I'm not spiritual enough." Korra huffs with a sarcastic smirk. Korra props her elbow up on the table and rests her cheek on her fist. She rolls her eyes.

"Well we are here to fill you in now, and answer any questions you might have." Tenzin says to Korra, noticing the stress in her voice.

Korra grins sarcastically. "Great." She mumbles letting her elbow slide forward onto the table so that she is fully slouching. Normally given the opportunity to ask about the war would excite the young Avatar, but given the circumstances that she is tired, and it is getting late, the only thing she wants to talk about is the sound her head will make as it hits her pillow. Korra yawns loudly, and obnoxiously then shakes her head.

Tenzin shakes his head. "So Korra, do you have any questions?"

"Yeah, I have a few. Who is this "Masked Man"? And why was I almost I don't know, killed last night?" Korra asks smartly. Images of the man who sacrificed himself for Korra came pulsing through her mind. Korra bites her lip, and tries to calm her racing heart.

"No one knows who exactly the man in the mask is. He never sticks around long enough to be sought out. This is a big dis-advantage to the martyrs of this war. He has never yet murdered anybody, but Korra, he possesses a power…"Tenzin trailed off clearly disturbed by the words leaving his mouth.

Korra perks up giving Tenzin her undivided attention. "What power?" Korra asks sickly intrigued.

"He can take away ones bending." Tenzin admits, almost choking.

Korra stifles a deep gasp. Her eyes widen in astonishment. Her already racing heart hastens. "What? H-how? I thought that was something only the Avatar could do?" Korra asks, her tone rising in pitch.

Tenzin looks down at his hands, eyeing the light blue tattoos inked onto his skin. He exhales. "That is what we are trying to figure out, but there is no logical explanation behind his ability…"

"You never answered my other question Tenzin. Why was I almost killed last night?" Korra asks again, trying to keep her emotions in check. They were running wild within her, yearning to bust out.

Tenzin bites the inside of his already gnawed cheek. "Because you are the Avatar. The ultimate bender, and with you gone he has an advantage until the next Avatar is born, discovered and trained. He knows with you gone, the benders will feel defenseless." Tenzin explains looking into Korra's light eyes which he can clearly see the fear that is clouding in her irises.

With me gone? "But they already think I'm gone. Have you not seen the papers?" Korra asks. She wasn't seeing their logic as well as she thinks she should.

"Exactly, if the world thinks you are dead, then so will the leader. They will start to seek out the next Avatar, and be pre-occupied by that. Trust me Korra, you are safe here in Republic City, the war has not yet reached the city, and you will be safe to learn your Airbending." One of the Sentries cut in. Korra snapped her head to the Sentry and arched a eyebrow, then adverted her gaze back to Tenzin.

"So…About this going into hiding thing, how is this supposed to work?" Korra asks wanting to change the subject.

"Well like I informed you, you will be attending school in the city starting tomorrow. But you will do so under a fake name that has been picked out for you."

"Fake name?" Korra asks confused.

"Yes. From here on out you are Yuke Shen a non-bender of Ba Sing Se."(A/N: Yuke is pronounced in this story: YOU-KAY.) Tenzin informs clearly. A little bit too clearly for Korra's liking. Korra jumps to her feel angrily.

"Non-bender?" She unconsciously slams her hands down on the table and narrows her eyes.

Tenzin shakes his head. "Yes, Korra. non-bender. But only outside the island."

Korra's nose scrunches up. "Why?" She demands leaning in over the table, as if to intimidate Tenzin.

"Because everyone knows the Avatar can bend. If someone suspects you, it will be less obvious because Yuke Shen can't bend." Tenzin explains point blankly.

Korra collapses back in her chair and squeezes the wooden arms of the seat in her fists. She can't help but cringe at the thought of herself being a non-bender. This creates a lot of obstacles for herself because she uses bending in a lot of daily activities.

Korra is the Avatar. Bending is her life. Bending is what makes her who she is. The fact she is being told she cannot bend makes her palms sweat, and head pound. But Korra knows in order to protect herself, she needs to make a few sacrifices.

Korra nods slowly. "Fine. You take my polar bear dog, now my bending…As if I'm fine with that." Korra shoves back in the chair and jumps to her feet. Giving Tenzin a livid look, she leaves the small headquarters, slamming the door behind her.

Korra falls onto her bed, her face buried in the pillow and screams. The white fabric of the pillow case muffling her shrieks. She kicks her feet, pretending it is her master Tenzin's face. She feels like she wanted to hurt somebody. The past days stresses have weighed down on her shoulders like nothing she has ever experienced. Sure being the Avatar is a stress in its self, but in the time period of twenty four hours Korra was booted off halfway across the world to Republic City after almost being assassinated. Still, she is quiet frightened. She had no time to grab belongings or her best friend.

Thinking of the absence of Naga makes Korra feel so empty, so incomplete. Naga is her best friend, her comrade, the one thing in the world she can confide in, and she is halfway across the Nations. Korra would give almost anything to be with Naga right now, back at the South Pole, snugly in closely to her warm soft fur, with the thick falling snow that obscures the soil, and the sun that shines dimly, giving off barely any heat. But here in the city, it is loud (even on the island), and smoggy, and big. Nothing like what Korra is used too. She would give it all the way to be back in the comfort of her room, with Naga.

Korra's thoughts switch from home, to what she was just told from Tenzin.

The Masked Man.

One thing was certain to Korra, this man wants her destroyed, dead, gone. With her out of the way, he will be free to obviate anyone's bending as he pleases. Hell, he could even remove Korra's bending if he had the opportunity. She now has every right to live in fear.

Korra's palms begin sweating once more under her closed fist that clutches the fabric of the pillow.

Now not being able to bend outside of the island is the least of her problems. So maybe going into hiding is what is logical, clever, and safe. But Korra was never one to play it safe. In fact, being safe was her polar opposite. She was known for breaking rules, being brash, fighting off whoever wanted to fight her. She is good at protecting herself. But this time, she won't be able to protect herself with her fist, and bending. No. The only way she will remain safe from the man, is to be smart.

Korra releases her pillow, and rolls over on her back. She stares up at the white ceiling, and cranes her neck to the side. This is it Korra. No turning back. No more being brash…This is serious. Korra sucks in a breath and closes her eyes. She exhales.

Korra doesn't open her eyes, but instead falls into a trance that could be called anything but sleep.


Korra's tired blue eyes open, and immediately adjust to the sunlight that spills in rays through the window. Korra pulls the sheet draped over her closer to her, and slowly lets herself wake up.

She was never a morning person. She got up at her own pace, rolling around on the bed until she was good and ready to stand on her own two feet.

Korra turns her neck to the digital clock beside her. With her groggy eyes, she reads it.

8:03.

Korra was about to roll back over and catch another hour of sleep, until a thought crossed her mind that set her on full alert.

School.

She tears the thin sheet from her body, in the midst her leg getting tangled. As she tries to stand to her feet, her tangled heel catches on the sheet and she feels herself falling forward toward the wood floor. She sticks her hands out to catch herself.

"Oof!" She grunts from the impact as her chin slams against the floor. The fall didn't hurt as much as it should, but it was enough to knock the air from her lungs. She knows she will be feeling that pain for the rest of the day. Ripping her legs from the sheet, she frees herself, and stumbles to her feet. She sprints from her room to the nearest bathroom. Closing the door she quickly rips the beads from her hair, the brown locks dwindling down her shoulders. She strips down and jumps in the shower, relishing the steamy heat but still hurrying as she washes away any traces of the past day's events.

Korra turns the shower off and wraps a towel around her. Stepping out she is clouded by heated steam. Korra approaches the mirror, and wipes the vapor from the glass to reveal her drenched reflection.

She never gets the chance to look in the mirror, to really take in what she looks like on the outside. Her brown wavy matted hair sticks together, dripping down her spine. Her perky Azure eyes large, framed in long dark lashes. Her features soft, but strong. Her round face, blemish free and tinted tan. There really was no question in the matter that Korra is a beautiful girl, and everyone who has gotten the honor to meet her knows this. She definitely turns heads.

Korra shakes her head at the reflection and turns away from the mirror. Drying herself off she pulls on her blue sweat pants and light muscle tank. She slips back on her arm bands and wraps the towel around her dripping hair, and brushes her teeth. Dwelling on the fresh minty flavor soaking in on her tongue. Opening the bathroom door, she putters back to her bedroom.

"Good morning, Korra." Pema smiles from behind Korra, leaning against the frame of her door with a pile of folded clothes.

Korra spins around and smiles at Pema. She hasn't seen Pema since she was fourteen years old. Korra immediately notices her large stomach hidden under her auburn morning robe. She's pregnant and glowing. Then she notices the clothes in her hand. Pema stretches the clothes out to Korra.

"Here, Tenzin and I went out and got these for you last night. I hope they fit. We guessed your size. It isn't a whole new wardrobe, but it will have to do until we can take you shopping." Korra takes the clothes, relieved that she will have something else to wear beside the attire that was starting to smell like sweat.

"Thanks Pema. I'm sure they will fit." Korra grins placing the pile of fabric on her end table.

"Are you nervous?" Pema asks descending into the room.

"No-Why would I be nervous. I'm not nervous!" Korra insists.

Pema chuckles. "It's perfectly fine to be nervous about high school, Korra. Every teenager is."

Korra can't help but roll her eyes. "Yeah, but other teenagers haven't been home schooled their whole lives, and aren't in hiding. Other teenagers aren't the Avatar." Korra explains.

"I'm sorry Korra. I know this is hard for you. But school isn't that bad, you get to meet new people, do new things. It will be fun."

"I can't just 'meet new people, Pema… It is not going to be that easy…Why can't we just hire a teacher to come teach me here on the island." Korra asks in a pleading manner. Anything was better than having to go to school. Korra twiddles her thumbs.

"Korra, going to school will be healthy for you. We already talked to your parents and they agreed that some sort of human interaction with people your age would be good for you." Pema says gingerly smiling, her hands holding her stomach.

Korra sighs. She can already tell nothing good was going to come of this. Sure Korra was the Avatar, but her whole life she grew up away from her people. She didn't have any human friends. Just Naga. It's not like she is scared, but nervous to be around new people who have no idea who she is. She will have to hide who she is, create a whole other alter ego.

Pema pates Korra's shoulder. "Go on, get dressed. Tenzin will be taking you to the school in fifteen minutes." With that, Pema leaves Korra to change.

Korra examines the clothing Pema just brought her. A blue and gray striped button-up cardigan, white tank top, and a pair of faded blue jeans. She yanks the tags off and pulls them on. The jeans are a little loose, occasionally falling off her slim hips. But everything else fits her curvy figure.

Yanking a brush through her hair, she decides to leave it down, which is something she never does. I will regret this later. She thinks as she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.

Korra walks down to the dining hall and immediately spots Tenzin who is eating fruit. She takes a seat across from him with a huff.

Tenzin drops his chop sticks and pulls down on his Air Acolyte robe. "Good Morning Korra." He says with a small smirk.

"Good Morning Shifu."

"Are you hungry, we just cut some fresh fruit." Tenzin asks.

Korra shakes her head as her hallow stomach does flips. The last thing she wants to do is eat. "No. I'm not hungry." Korra mutters.

"Very well. Oh and I have something for you." Tenzin says reaching under the table and producing a beige backpack in one hand, and a small device in his other. "Here, this is Jinora's old backpack, it should work well for you." Tenzin clears his throat hand hands Korra the backpack. She takes it and sets it under the chair.

Korra gestures to the device in Tenzin's hands. "Is that a cell phone?" Korra asks getting a little eager. Her lips pull into a smile.

"Yes, don't get too excited, it is for emergencies only, not for your own personal usage" Tenzin explains with a hard look.

Korra frowns and takes the small black flip phone and shoves it in the pocket of her cardigan.

"Are you ready to leave?" Tenzin asks.

Korra nods, and gets up from her chair. Together, her and Tenzin walk down to the docks.


A short ferry ride across the bay, and a five minute walk later, Korra found herself looking up and gaping at a monstrous building. A top of the main doors it read in gold, and red paint : Republic City High School. Korra swallows sharply, tightening her hold on her backpack that is slung over her shoulder. It looked like two different schools piled on top of each other in a frenzy of tall windows, and brown brick. The school is tall, and would look inviting to any other eye, but definitely not Korra's. Students sit on the walls surrounding the school, on the steps leading up to the main entrance, and on the floor under trees. They all looked so happy, laughing with friends and snacking on fruit or bags of chips. Some of them even bending.

Korra watches them and their happiness, envying on how normal and simple their lives may be. Tenzin walks forth the school, dodging kids as they zoom past them. Korra stumbling behind with not so much grace as Tenzin. Her peers bump shoulders with her, push past her, and shove her out of the way. For the Avatar, she felt so small compared to the people around her.

Korra finds herself in the principal's office, sitting in a red leather chair that was a little bit too fancy for her taste. Tenzin sitting beside her, perfectly poised. Korra stares at the golden plaque that sits on the cherry oak, polished desk.

Just then a bulky man dressed in a grey suit and red tie, with a receding hairline saunters in the door. He takes a seat behind his desk and folds his hands in front of him. "Good Morning Council Men Tenzin." Saikhan greets. Tenzin returns with a good morning. Korra notices Saikhan's scratchy deep voice.

Saikhan redirects his attention to Korra. "You must be Yuke Shen. We're glad to have you." He nods.

No. My name is Korra. Korra smiles politely. "Glad to be here."

Saikhan reaches behind him and grabs a pile of papers. He hands them to Korra. "Your schedule. Lunch is served in the cafeteria at 12:30 every day, and you have a five minute passing period. Since you are a Senior, most of your classes are situated on the East Wing. If you have any questions Miss Shen, please don't be afraid to ask. Now off you go. Class starts in ten minutes. Welcome to Republic City High Miss Yuke Shen."

Korra says her thank you and her and Tenzin leave Mr. Saikhan's office. Tenzin turns to Korra. "Are you going to be alright?"

"Yeah, I will be fine." She answers bleakly, raising her voice over the loud commotion of her peers.

"Alright. You are to come straight back to the island after your classes. Good luck." Tenzin leaves the campus.

Korra reads her schedule as she pushes past the swarm of people, occasionally getting knocked back by shoulders, or people shoving her. Reading her schedule, she feels her jaw drop.

9:05am-10:10am

Trigonometry H- Mrs. Chung RM. 1230-

10:15am-11:20am

Chinese Literature AP- -Tao Ran RM.1256

11:25am-12:30am

Physics AP- Mr. Konietzko RM. 1487

12:30pm-1:15pm

Lunch

1:20pm-2:25pm

Art 12 H- Mr. DiMartino RM.876

2:30pm-3:35pm

Calculus AP- Mr. Zhi RM. 1356

Korra cringes. Yay! School is so fun! Korra thinks sarcasticallyas she swiftly dodges people. But now as swift as she wanted too. Korra feels herself being slammed into a hard chest. She stumbles back, but quickly regains her balance before she can fall back on her butt.

"Shit!" Korra exclaims as all her papers fall from her hands and scatter the floor for people to step on.

"Hey! Watch it!" The man who slammed into her threatens. Korra looks up at the boy. He is heavily built, with a fat face, and crooked teeth. Hair grows thickly on his face, his lips pulled down in a scowl.

Puberty was not nice to you. Korra glares back. "You watch it buddy!" she spits.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" The boy demands. The boy leans down to her level with narrowed eyes, getting in her face as if to intimidate her. But Korra didn't feel intimidated. Korra was about to make a quirky sarcastic remark but another boy stepped in front of her, his back to Korra.

"Whoa Toza! It was an accident. Calm down dude." The other boy chastises.

Toza growls but softens. He looks around the boy and gives one last glower at Korra before turning and walking away.

The boy turns around to look at Korra who is already on her knees gathering up her papers. The boy kneels down to help her, grabbing her schedule before someone can stamp another footprint to it.

"Here." He smiles handing her the list of her classes. Korra looks up at the boy.

He is handsome, with a defined face and large, glimmering emerald eyes. His energetic smile, straight. He wears a dark green tee shirt and a pair of dark gray jeans. He is about the same height as Korra with brown slicked back hair, with a small curl hanging in his face.

Korra takes the paper and organizes it back with the others. "Thanks." Korra smirks.

The boy reaches out his hand to her. "I'm Bolin."

I'm Korra. Korra takes his warm hand and shakes it. "Yuke." She pulls he hand back.

"You're new huh? I haven't seen you 'round here."

Korra nods. "Yeah. I just moved here." Korra explains as she begins walking. Bolin falls into step with her.

"Oh cool. Where are you from?" Bolin asks.

"Ba Sing Se." Korra says recalling what Tenzin told her Yuke Shen was from.

"That is a far move! What brings you here to the city?" Bolin asks getting intrigued by Korra.

"You ask a lot of questions." Korra chuckles lightly.

"Oh, sorry. I'm just trying to get to know you. It isn't every day you make a new friend from Ba Sing Se." Boiln says pulling down on the straps of his backpack.

"Well Bolin, my parents forced me to move here. No big deal. Nothing special."

"Oh. Well I'm sorry. You will like it here, every body is very friendly"

"Oh yes. Your friend Toza was very friendly."

Bolin rolls his eyes. "Don't worry about Toza. He is that way to everyone."

"And here I thought that I was special. That makes it better." Korra retorts sarcastically.

Bolin laughs. "Sorry. So, what grade are you in?"

"Senior. You?"

"Oh! Well you may get to meet my older brother. He is a senior too. I'm a Junior." Bolin smiles.

"Oh. Well I will keep an eye out."

"Has anybody ever told you that you look a lot like Avatar Korra?" Bolin asks as he evaluated her russet skin, and cerulean eyes. He had seen Avatar Korra's pictures in the papers

Korra's heart skips a beat. That's because I am Avatar Korra! Her mind screams as she forces a friendly smile. "I have been told." Korra grumbles mannerly, un-tucking her hair from behind her ear to shield her face from Bolin.

"Do you think she really was killed?" Bolin questions.

"I don't know." She answers trying to keep calm with her tone.

"I don't think so. She is the Avatar. I really don't think a bullet could take her down. The Avatar is stronger than that!" Bolin exclaims confidently. As those words leave his mouth, Korra feels a warm sensation from inside.

Someone still has hope for her. Someone still believes there is still hope.

Korra reaches her first class. She turns to Bolin. "Well Bolin, here is where we part ways. It was nice to meet you." Korra smiles as she runs a hand through her hair.

"Nice to meet you too, Yuke." They exchange one last smile before Korra walks into her Trig class.

Well Korra, welcome to Republic City High.


WOW! That was long. 7 pages, and 4,179 words. I hope you your at all confused, let me know. I will update again when I reach 20 reviews? Is that fair? Let me know what you think! I love hearing from you.

And go check out my other story: Goodbye Almost Lover

I'm taking a break from that story for a bit cause of writers block, but I plan on working on Goodbye Almost Lover this weekend!

Thank you for reading. See you Chapter 3 :)

~Megan~