Just Like the Good Old Days

Filler. Glorious, pointless filler. Why? A. Because I can, B. Because there were no filler episodes in LoK, and C. I thought this would be fun. So, to conclude, I don't on Legend of Korra.

Day Off

Noatak's POV:

Korra had the day off from Pro-Bending practice, and I was determined to take full advantage of that. I knew full well that Master Tenzin would surely be planning to have Korra do more Airbending training, but I was two steps ahead. I knew the only way to get to spend the day with Korra was to do a very sneaky and underhanded thing. Swallowing any pride I had left, I knocked on the door.

"Good morning, Noak." Pema greeted cheerily. "Is there something I can help you with?"

"Actually, yes, Pema." I replied. "You see, Korra has been training so hard at Pro-Bending practice lately, that I was thinking that she should have the day off from Airbending."

She gave me a knowing look, completely understanding the hidden message in my request.

"You two have fun. Just leave Tenzin to me." She turned to go back into the room, but then paused. "Oh, before you leave," she pulled two slips of paper from her pocket, "take these." She handed me the slips of paper and I realized that they were tickets.

"Uh, thanks, Pema. What are these for?"

"Oh, just something I think the two of you will enjoy going to see together." With that, she closed the door. I looked down at the tickets; they were for a play in town tonight. 'The Phantom of the Opera'. I had heard of this play before, but never seen it; I hoped Korra would like it.

When Korra finally woke up, I was waiting outside her room. Even though she had the scruffy look of someone who had just gotten out of bed, I still thought she looked as amazing as always. When she saw me, she looked confused by the fact that I was just leaning against the wall opposite her door, wearing a big grin on my face.

"Noak, what's going on?" Korra asked with suspicion.

"Oh, nothing much." I replied with a casual shrug. "Just hanging out I guess, thinking about what we're going to do since you have today off."

"Don't mock me, Noak. You know perfectly well that Tenzin wants me at Airbending training."

"Oh, well, if you say so."

"What did you do?" She asked, her eyes narrowing and a curious smile starting to form.

"Oh, me? I may have gone to Pema and asked her if you can cut Bending practice today, and she just may have given permission."

I was completely caught off-guard when Korra tackled me in a hug.

The day passed much too quickly. We walked around Republic City, ate lunch together, and even got into a snowball fight in the park just like back at the South Pole when we were kids. It was a simple day, but one that we both enjoyed. We joked and we talked. Korra shared her growing anxiousness about the Pro-Bending Championship; I tensed when she mentioned that subject, as I knew what was coming but I couldn't warn her, it was eating me alive to have such knowledge that I couldn't share. But, I did not show my fears; I gave her reassuring words and encouragement, not allowing her to worry about the future when we had today to focus on.

Eventually, evening came and we headed for the theater. I knew Korra had never been to a play before, and I had to act like I hadn't either. A few minutes in and I was beginning to realize that the spirits have a cruel sense of humor (as if I didn't know already). The play itself was wonderful, but there was something about it that made me feel like I was being mocked by the Universe. The play was about a man in a mask who is obsessed with a young singer, and uses threats, violence, and surprisingly catchy songs in order to try and win her. Korra seemed to enjoy the play though, and after we left the theater she started to recite a few of her favorite songs from the piece; she actually has a very nice singing voice, but only those who know her like I do know that.

"In sleep he sang to me, in dreams he came. That voice it calls to me, and speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find, the Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind."

The irony was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Oh, I am definitely going to have some weird dreams based off of this play when I go to bed.

I would have made it longer, but I hit a creative wall for some reason and just had to get this out of my head as quickly as I could. Just consider this a drabble or something. The reference to Phantom of the Opera is just something that was rooting around in my head, as I have gotten on a Phantom of the Opera addiction, and I just couldn't help but see the parallels with Amorra.