Makorra Week 17-23

Day 7. Samsara/Future

Author's Note: Ah! Last prompt and I get to it weeks later! Nice work, Lama. I knew I'd get too lazy to compete it with everyone else. Anyways, I'm listening to Blonde's "Higher Ground" right now. Today's prompts are "Samsara" and "Future". Samsara is the Hindu concept of reincarnation I believe (please correct me if I'm wrong) and the future is the future :). I'm going to be selfish and self-promote by adding my OC Avatar Yume from my fics "Dreamers" and "Night Amber". This also incorporates an awesome AU from steinbecks on Tumblr about how when Mako died, he became the spiritual guardian of Republic City (kind of like the Painted Lady!) So basically, this is a sad reincarnation story about Mako reminiscing :D.

7. Samsara/Future

Mako watched the White Lotus airship descend just over Yue Bay with curiosity. Despite the faint, spiritual sensation tugging at him from that direction, the former chief of police couldn't help but feel queasy.

A tiny, pear-shaped spirit with two leaves sprouting from the crown of its head poked through between Mako's legs, wondering aloud, "What's that?"

Mako crossed his arms over the breast of his uniform-jacket. "I don't really know," he admitted with a sigh. "The feeling is familiar but I haven't felt I since...well, you know. I'm just not ready."

"Me neither," the light spirit squeaked. "She's been gone such a long time. I missed her."

"Me too," the humanoid spirit responded, now watching the airship carefully. He wasn't sure what he'd find in the spirit he once knew as Korra. He'd heard several things flying around about another avatar, then another, with no knowledge as to who they were.

Would they be anything like Korra? Would they be brash and stubborn and headstrong? Would they be brave and powerful? Would they be compassionate? Kind?

The door of the airship slid open, revealing a pair of heavily armed White Lotus sentries, their uniforms still white and blue, but designed much differently than the ones from Mako's time. These were tighter, designed for combat, as well as free and quick movement-not like those stupid capes that kept catching on fire.

The sentries marched out of the airship with a young, short girl in tow. Mako could see the metal cuffed over her hands, completely obscuring her ability to move her fingers. He'd seen those cuffs used on people here in the city before-they made arrests much easier. Over her mouth was something similar to a muzzle-a metal cup with holes just below her nose, fastened with a strap of some sort. Those were to keep certain benders from using their mouths as a medium for their powers.

If there were more sentries behind the girl, they lagged just a bit, because she took the opportunity to stand tall on the walkway and take a look around.

Her almond shaped, golden eyes studied the path before her and the scenery surrounding her. Mako briefly wondered if she was seeing all this for the first time or if she was simply remembering the metropolis from the last time she was here.

"Hey! Keep moving!" A gruff voice shouted from inside the airship.

The girl narrowed her eyes and reluctantly kept walking. When she got to the base of the dock, one of the sentries grabbed her tightly by the back of her shirt and exclaimed, "Took you long enough! Hurry up and get in the car!"

Her voice was muffled by the cover on her mouth, but her response was clear: "I can't move if you're holding me back."

The sentry shoved her forward, hard enough to make her stumble but not hard enough for her to fall. "Stuck up little runt! I'll kill you myself-"

"Just try," she interjected coolly. "Besides, I'm exercising my basic, human right to speak freely."

This time the other sentry spoke, picking at something in his teeth, "You ain't human! You're an abomination!"

Mako suddenly felt a surge of anger flare up inside of him. To push her around and threaten her was really pushing it-to allude that she wasn't a human but a vessel for a spirit with no true identity was something that haunted Korra and crossed the line several feet over.

"Don't hate what you don't understand," she retorted.

Now both sentries were upset and growled several rude comments at her before pushing her into the car and slapping the rearview mirror. The satomobile roared to life, and sped off into the distance.

The light spirit tightly clenched his arms around Mako's legs, sniffling, "Why were they so mean to her? She was always so nice to everyone..."

Clenching and unclenching his fists, the humanoid spirit watched this all is dismay and vowed to protect this girl at all costs, for she would need protection while she stayed in the city.

When the Avatar woke up screaming from another nightmare, a soothing and familiar voice would whisper to her until she stopped shaking.

When the Avatar was upset, there would be a comforting shoulder for her to cry on.

When she was cornered, there would be a sturdy, experienced cop there to get her out of harm's way.

When she needed it, there would be a steaming cup of jasmine tea infused with cinnamon-just the way she liked it-sitting on the table when she got home.

Whenever the Avatar needed him, Mako would be there, no matter what.

After all, theirs was a relationship that broke the rules of the universe, transcended the cycle of birth and death! They were two spiritual beings intertwined by fate, and not even time could undo that.

Author's Note: *sob* I love Makorra so much! God, I flipping can't right now oh my god. Please favorite and leave me a review! Thanks a lot!