I guess people don't realize the meaning of "complete" or "week". Unofficial Makorra week for 2013 was 7 days long, how the hell am I going to randomly add another day without crapping all over the Gregorian calendar, the Jewish calendar, the Lunar/Islamic calendar?! We all have seven days a week. For God's sake, you guys. But, since a lot of you decided to show up and read it and follow it way after I wrote this story, I'll add one more chapter. An epilogue, if you will. You're welcome.
I encourage you guys to partake in Zutara Week 2013 starting July 14th. It's going to be steamy fun.
The Fire Nation never had rain. It was almost always hot, dry, and unbearably sweat-inducing if you weren't a native. The air Korra sucked in would dry up her throat so badly that she would suckle all the water she could find, leading to a very unfortunate case of needing to urinate. And in all the wrong times, too.
Korra also hated the sweating. She never even understood the true meaning of sweat when she lived in the South Pole. That's how bone-chilling it was. The first time she ever felt the hot dampness forming on her brow, chest, and underarms was when she started partaking in pro-bending. That was two years ago. You would think that Korra would be used to taking the heat, but she was far from it.
Korra sat on the ledge of the palace, swinging her leg back and forth in sheer boredom. She stared down at the courtyard below, because her suite had a direct view of it, and watched servants and royals alike sharing the space. She was tempted to jump off, air bending her way slowly to a safe descent so she could hang out with someone. She wasn't even doing anything and her skin was sticky with sweat. It drove her insane to watch the royal family waltz about wearing heavy, thick robes in the summertime. Even Mako and Asami had gotten the hang of it.
The strangest thing was that Korra was also a fire bender, but the water bender inside of her couldn't stand such insolent weather. The moment Mako walked off of the boat at the pier, he visibly perked up, like he was home somehow. She supposed that made sense, him being the descendants of Fire Nation immigrants and all. But she was the Avatar! Why couldn't she get a break like him?
She lay against the ledge, trying to press her cheek against the stone, trying to feel some coolness. It was fruitless, however, because the stone was burning hot like the stars in the sky. Korra growled in frustration at her sore cheek and slid off of the ledge, propelling herself with her air bending.
Once her feet touched the ground, she was hit with a cold splash of water from behind. The sudden change in temperature, the bone-chilling cold, made her shriek. She spun around, ready to skin the jerk who had gotten her wet when she came face to face with Mako.
He was laughing, hard, with a discarded bucket laden against his feet.
Korra felt her face heat up and soon, steam arose from her body. "Mako!" She shouted.
The fire bender quit laughing a full two minutes later, wiping a tear from his eye. He smirked at her and said, "Hey, Korra."
"Don't you 'Hey, Korra' me, Mister! What the hell was that for?!"
Mako pouted, replying, "You looked hot. So…I cooled you off. What," he stalked closer to her and muttered so softly it made Korra's skin ripple, "You don't like being wet for me?"
The Avatar snorted, bending the water from her clothing into Mako's face and yelling, "Meet me in the pouring rain and you'll find out!"
The man shouted wordlessly when he was attacked by the sea of water and picked up the bucket, exclaiming, "I'm filling this with water and pouring it all over your scrolls, and there's nothing you can do about it!"
He scurried off like a frightened mouse and Korra couldn't help but laugh maniacally at the new sense of fun they were going to have. And it wouldn't involve water or buckets.