Hey, guys. So here's chapter 6. I don't have much to say so Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I do not own Legend of Korra or any of the real life products or businesses incorporated in this chapter.
Chapter 6
"Okay, guys." Mako started. "We have only two days before the audition, and if we wanna land a spot at BB Records then we have to show them what we got." Mako took out a pencil and notepad. "Now I've done some research and found out who the big signers are and what they like to hear." He cleared his throat then began to list off the signers. "Alright, first is Tarrlok. But I ruled him out because of his terrible reputation." Mako crossed him off the list. "Ya know what, let's just go with Tenzin." Mako threw the notepad and pencil on the counter. "His favorite band is Green Day and we've got that covered. So winning him over is in the bag."
When the band was getting ready in the garage, Mako and Bolin's father came swerving in the driveway. Something was wrong.
Mako unstrapped his guitar and placed it on the stand then ran over to his father who was struggling to get out of the car. "Dad, are you alright?" Mako asked as he tried to help him. But he pushed him off sloppily then revealed a bottle of vodka that was practically empty. "Did you drink that?" Mako asked as calmly as he could, but he was fuming inside.
He looked at his son. "You're a disgrace." He slurred. "You and your brother. You two were supposed to become lawyers and make me proud, but instead you wanna be in a band." He took the last sip of his vodka then violently threw it to the ground. "Your mother is gone and you ju- just do what'e'er you want." He fumbled.
"Dad, that makes no sense." Mako yelled as he steadied his drunken father. "You need to leave." He half yelled.
"This is MY house you little shit. YOU and your BROTHER sho- should be da one's GOING!" He shouted.
Bolin set down his bass and went up to his father. "DAD, EVER SINSE MOM DIED YOU'VE BEEN NOTHING BUT AN ASSHOLE TO US AND OUR LIFESTYLE!" He yelled. "IT'S MY LIFE AND I CAN DO WAT I WANT WITH IT! AND IT SEEMS YOU WANT TO BE A DRUNKEN BURNOUT OF A FATHER AND A FUCKING OBSTICLE TO BOTH OUR DREAMS!" He finished and turned to his brother, Korra, Iroh and Asami. "Come on guys let's get outta here." They didn't hesitate as they started to pack up their instruments and equipment.
Mako and Bolin went upstairs, packed their things, then walked out to their car and put their bags in the trunk.
"FINE! LEAVE! I DON'T GIVE A RAT'S ASS WHAT YOU KIDS DO!" Their father yelled as they left.
But Korra walked up to his Benz and reached inside the open door and ripped out his rather nice and expensive radio then turned to him. "Thanks." She said then grabbed her sticks and left.
The five adults got into their cars and left to go to Asami's house. She would go pack her things as the rest waited outside.
Once there, Asami found her father on the couch with his arms around two half naked women, and she lost it.
"DAD, WHO THE FUCK ARE THESE WHORES!" She yelled.
Her father had a caught look in his eye as he stood up. "Asami, this isn't what it looks like." He tried to approach her but she backed away.
"Dad," she said calmly, "I just came here to pack up my stuff and leave." She stared him straight in the eye, and not once did she shed a tear.
"… Asami." He attempted to place a hand on her cheek but she backed away then slapped him in the face.
He held his cheek then yelled at her. "YOU LITTLE BITCH!" Before he could touch her, though, A voice came from the front door.
"HEY!" Iroh said. "DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER!" When he saw the anger in Hiroshi's eyes he was too late. He had slapped Asami across the face.
That set him off. He ran full speed into him and tackled him to the ground. He pushed him over the couch then grabbed Asami's hand and ran up the stairs to her room. They both heard the whores scream and run out the front door.
He helped Asami quickly pack her things, because who knows how long Hiroshi would be subdued. Asami grabbed a guitar pick with her mother's name on it and put it inside a compartment in her suitcase.
"Alright, we better leave now." Iroh said as he helped Asami with her luggage.
They ran down the stairs to find Hiroshi holding a large kitchen knife. "There you are you sad excuse for a daughter." He ran for them up the stairs with the knife and Asami kicked it out of his hand then pushed him down the stairs.
"Come on." She shouted as they ran out the front door and raced for Iroh's white Mazda hatchback. They threw her things in it then Asami hopped on her motor cycle and Iroh got in his car as they motioned for the other three adults to drive.
They drove to Korra's house next. She got out of the car and walked through the front door. Her parents were sitting on the couch.
"Oh look who's here." Her father said. "The big shot musician." He and her mother laughed.
"Hey guys. I just came here for my things then I'm leaving." She tried not to hiss at them.
"Oh, are you going on tour?" Her mother asked.
"No." She answered; fuming inside as she tried not to punch a hole in the wall.
"Well, what is it then?" Her father asked. "Do you have a gig?"
"Yes, I do actually." She answered calmly.
"Oh, really?" Her father asked sarcastically. "Where is it?"
"At BB Records auditorium downtown." She balled her hands into fists.
"Well I wouldn't be surprised if they don't choose your band." Her mother said.
She lost it. "YOU KNOW WHAT, GUYS?! I DON'T HAVE TO PROVE ANYTHING TO YOU BECAUSE YOU DON'T THINK I CAN MAKE IT!" She yelled.
"Korra, calm down"- She cut her father off.
"NO, DAD! I WON'T CALM DOWN! BECAUSE I'VE BEEN WAITING TO YELL AT YOU TWO EVER SINCE I JOINED A BAND! I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY YOU TWO WON'T JUST SUPPORT ME AND MY DESISCIONS!" She took a deep breath. "I'M GOING AND I'M NEVER COMING BACK!" She yelled as she ran up the stairs.
She took apart her drum set and placed it in its case then on a rolling platform. She packed her suit case and grabbed her leather jacket.
She carefully pulled her set down the stairs along with her suitcase. She walked out the front door without giving a glance to her parents who were watching her leave.
Mako helped her strap her set to the bed of her El Camino. "Hey, Korra." She looked up to him. "When you were in there, we talked with Iroh and he said we could stay at his place for the time being." Korra gave a nod then hopped into the driver's seat then broke down.
"I can't deal with this anymore, Mako!" She cried. "They don't even care!"
Mako turned to Bolin who was already sitting in the driver's seat of his car (I feel like it's either a Ferrari or a Corvette. I forget which). "Bolin, you drive. I'm gonna go with Korra." He said as he hopped in the passenger's seat. He put his arm around Korra, who was still crying, and pulled her into a hug. "It's alright, babe." She hugged him back as she cried into his chest. "We're all here for each other." Mako shed a single tear. "We're a family." He himself began to cry as Bolin, Asami and Iroh came up to them.
Asami opened the door and she, along with Bolin and Iroh, hugged them. "Come on guys." Iroh said. "Let's go."
They all got in their cars and followed Iroh to his house. They would start a new life.
I hope you liked it :)
Mako: It was dramatic.
Me: I wanted to make it dramatic. I thought it would be interesting to see you guys let out your true feelings.
Korra: Well, I don't cry.
Me: In this story you do.
Korra: ... I'll let it go for now... But I'm watching you... Closely...
Asami: ... ANY WHO! I liked this chapter. Very well written.
Me: Thank you, Asami. At least someone appreciates my artistry.
Bolin: I loved the part where I stood up for myself and told off my father *flexes*
Iroh: I didn't get much character build. Besides when I stood up for Asami *blushes*
Me: Well I'll give you a back story in the next chapter.
Asami: When are me and Iroh gonna get together?
Iroh: *blushes harder*
Me: Maybe in the next three chapters.
Korra: Wrap it up. I have a life you know.
Mako: Calm down Korra.
Korra: Fine.
Bolin: I like cookies.
Everyone: ...
Bolin: ... Thought I'd just put it out out there.
Me: Okay, then.
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-TheClaudMaster