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Rated M for future chapters. Probably.

Okay, definitely. A nice easy start is the best though, people.

The gym was slightly hot. Slightly. The Fire Ferrets had just started training for the afternoon, but Korra and Mako seemed to be at each other's throats already. It seemed every little thing that went wrong sent them into a tizzy of flying insults and the occasional burning of hair or breaking of pottery


"Again. Maybe try doing it right this time?" Mako sneered, unhappy with how training was going. Neither Korra nor Bolin were doing well, the pressure of Mako's training sessions getting to Korra while Bolin still had a smile on his face and pep in his step. Korra sighs in frustration, going through the movements again. And again. And again. Mako's comments only made the anger inside her grow, tightening her middle. After a few more times, she and Bolin finally do it well enough to get a "satisfactory" from Mako.

"Great! Now we can take a break from y-, I mean training." Korra quickly changes her words before they leave her mouth. Quite a rarity from the young Avatar.

"Oh? Done already? I don't think so." Mako's voice has an icy flick to it. He didn't mean to sound so, well, mean, but this was really important for him. Not just for him, but for his brother as well.

"Ugh! It's not like we can achieve perfection, Mako, much less in one day!" Korra snaps at him, pivoting on her heels to face the tall teenager. She wipes her brow to free it of most of the sweat, her expression unchanged.

"We can get close to perfection, though. Anything is better than your current performance." A small smirk played on his face, only exasperating Korra more.

"Would it kill you to say something nice for once!" Korra steps closer, clenching her fists. They were only about 3 feet apart, the tension thickly floating through the air of the gym.

"Yes, that would bring you into a false sense of security and we'd all fail at the Championships. Do you want that, Korra? Because I certainly don't!" Sparks jump from Mako's fingertips, the anger igniting inside of him, as well as desire for Korra. But he didn't know that, he was too mad to differentiate between emotions.

"Of course I don't want that! But the constant pressure and insults don't help either!" The flames from the candle rose higher and burned brighter, not a good sign. Bolin saw this and tried to nonchalantly back out of the room, but it looked more like he was a scared turtle-duck as he hobbled away, and then ran down the hall. Neither of the remaining two took notice, both had burning gazes pointed at each other.

"I'll stop when you two start taking things more seriously!" Mako growls as a candle burned almost high enough to scorch some of the training nets.

"Oh, like we don't already. This means as much to us as it does to you, you know!" Korra takes a step closer, looking up at Mako. Their faces were inches away from each other, both were furious and seething. Mako huffed out an agitated breath, clenching his hands into fists as well. Something was boiling inside of him, something he couldn't identify. So rarely had he expressed emotion other than anger, he had no idea what to think of this.

"Well?" Korra barked at him, her ocean blue eyes giving piercing gaze. Before she had time to spin on her heels and walk off like she had planned, Mako reached up and cupped her face in his hands. To his own surprise, he leaned in the few remaining inches and kissed her. She tore from his grasp and jumped back, her brow furrowed. Mako was showing a look of surprise and disgust with himself.

"I… uh…" He trailed off, looking at her with a slightly softer, more confused expression. She gazed back at him, then took the liberty to step that final step back close to him. She pressed her lips to his, closing her eyes for the few seconds the kiss lasts. She pulls gently away from him, then looks up at him, her dark blue eyes filled with confusion and satisfaction. They both stare at each other for a few moments, although it feels like forever to them.

"So… um… see you tomorrow then?" Mako gently rubs the back of his neck, not daring to meet her gaze again. Korra only nods, then turns slowly around and walks out of the gym. What the hell was that? She thinks, then tries to shake the event from her mind. It was a pointless task. She goes into the changing room to shower, maybe that would clear her mind. It didn't. She redresses, still dazed and confused. She storms out of the building, a mad look on her face. She passes Bolin waiting outside.

"Hey, Korra, wait up!" He calls after her, but she continues to walk, well, rather stomp, away.

Mako says the same thing to himself, still standing back in the gym. He growls in anger and confusion, not being able to understand what had happened. He hated not knowing what was going on; not having everything planned out. He yells in frustration and sends a large flame across the room, almost setting fire to the draping nets. He turns and stalks out of the gym, into the changing room and stripped out of his training clothes. Only then did he realize, with a questioning look on his face, did Bolin leave. He redresses and walks outside, to find Bolin with his little fire ferret draped around his neck. Bolin turns to face Mako, a bright look on his boyish face.

"That was one heck of a fight, bro. I saw Korra storm off about five minutes ago." Oh great, Mako thought, I'm never going to hear the end of this. But to his surprise Bolin keeps quiet and doesn't ask any questions.

"Yeah, well," Mako never finishes his sentence, deep in thought.

"She never even stopped to talk to me." Bolin informs his brother, petting the fire ferret intently.

"Really? That's odd." Usually she was super bubbly and laughing with Bolin. Either she just didn't want to talk to him, or she's really, really, extremely pissed. At who? Impossible to decide. Herself, or him?

"Yeah, I know, right?" Bolin looks to his brother with wide eyes. "So what did happen back there?"

Mako tenses up noticeably, a slight rosy color rising up his chest. Good thing I'm wearing a scarf, or I'd never hear the end of it for sure.

"Nothing important. The usual. We disagreed, that's the end of it." Mako says a bit too quickly, but it goes unnoticed by Bolin.

"Ah, ok." Mako starts to walk off toward the apartment and Bolin follows close behind.


This is just an experimental first installment. If it gets good reviews, I'll put in another chapter.


Screw it. I'm writing a second chapter anyway.

After that, then your opinion will fuel this project.