"Is all of this really necessary?" She asked watching as the two cloaked men and woman took the young girl away, yelling and struggling in between their joint grips. The strong winds of the blizzard was whipping her own dark cloak and hair around furiously, making strands of long light green hair snap around her field of vision with the snow.

"You know it is." A long familiar whisper answered, perfectly audible to her over the roaring blizzard. "The White Lotus always had a duty to see to the Avatar's development. The more direct control they have over it the better, none of this hiding in the shadows shit anymore." She hummed in response, showing no sign of approval or disapproval. It's not like it really mattered to her anyway.

There was a shout of defiance and she snapped back to reality, turning her gaze from the departing group to the girls' family. The mother and father stood in the doorway of their igloo home, holding each other in regretful acceptance. But the boy…

The seven-year-old stood apart from his parents, just outside the doorway in the frenzied storm as if he didn't feel the stinging cold through his light fur coat. His shoulders were shaking, hands clenched into tight fists at his sides, and face scrunched up in anger. But it was his eyes…

She could see it from here; a fire, determination and hatred, practically radiating from him. He shouted again but the storm overtook the words before they could reach her ears. The words had no problem reaching the men and woman carrying away his sister though and one of the men stepped away from the group, a taller man wearing spectacles, leaving the other two with having to double their efforts containing the young Avatar. The man took a few steps forward and shot his arm out towards the boy, a blast of fire coming from his fist.

The fire landed at the boys' feet and he fell back with a cry of fear, the snow already melting and turning to steam as his mother and father rushed to gather him up in their arms and flee to the safety of their snow built home. Then something happened that she wasn't expecting.

He turned his head from the firebender, already rejoining his companions, and looked straight at her.

She hadn't tried to hide while watching the meeting between the girl's parents and the White Lotus, really she was just standing on a nearby hill, but she was sure that the storm would mask her presence as she hadn't even brought a lantern with her and it was the dead of the night. But he was looking straight at her all the same, paying no mind as his weeping mother rushed him inside.

'Could he…' she thought to herself as he disappeared with his parents into their home, the cloaked figures now departing unimpeded.

"What's wrong?" The whisper asked, having heard her unfinished thought.

"The boy, what's his name?" She asked as she turned to leave, no longer having a reason to stay. She had done what she'd been asked to.

"He's a bit young for you isn't he C.C.?" The whisper joked before his tone turned thoughtful. "Although I guess everyone is a bit young compared to you when you think about it." He was silent in thought for a moment before he continued. "His name is, uh... Anguta! That's it. He's of no real importance right now; unlike the rest of his family he's not even a bender. If need be we may have some use for him later, if it can be arranged and he proves useful. But his sister is all we really need, with the proper training of course." But something stayed with her as she left, the image of the boy as he looked past the blizzard to her.

His body set and unmoving in his mother's arms, hands clenched at his side, face blank and cold, and his eyes, a strange shade of violet, filled with a burning determination and hatred staring right at her.

Anguta watched the protester yell into his megaphone, telling the crowd around him about the glory of Amon and how they could overthrow the "corrupt bending establishment" by joining with him and the Equalist's. He separated from the crowd and started walking away when the protester began listing the injustices and oppression's of the current government leaders and law makers, the United Republic Council with its current all bender membership, was imposing on the majority non-bending populace both directly and indirectly.

He walked until he could barely hear the protesters' voice, even with it amplified by the megaphone, and stopped on one of the many bridges that crisscrossed the small rivers in the Republic City Park. Anguta leaned over the rails and watched a group of homeless men and women scour the trash cans for food or items of value not far from a pair of men, donned in fine suits with canes, having a heated discussion about something near an ornate fountain. When he gazed up to the sky he could see one of the ever-present Metalbending Police airships that continually circled the city, you couldn't look any direction without seeing at least one of them hovering through the city skyscrapers. He dropped his gaze, not wanting to watch as an airship responded to some trouble and the metalbenders descended, to the streaming water below him looking into his own reflection.

He had the light brown skin that marked his Water Tribe descent even though he wore none of the traditional blue coats or clothing. Something he learned very quickly in his year of living in Republic City, do not look like an immigrant from any nation; the city wasn't as welcoming as the many people who arrived here daily believed.

Dress like you've always lived here in the local fashions, act like it by adopting their mannerisms, and even talk like it, losing your native tongue to only private moments. Assimilate enough and things got a little easier for you. He may get ugly stares from the occasional local who saw through his act and his fellow proud Water Tribe members but at least that didn't end with getting his ass kicked and thrown out of stores at the slightest provocation by xenophobic owners. Once was enough.

He sighed and ran a hand through his black hair and closed his eyes, cutting out the reflection of his violet irises, a trait he shared with a grandfather some generations ago his mother always said. Republic City wasn't what he thought it would be like. Before he arrived a year ago he had to actively fight with his parents to be able to leave home. They wanted him to stay, to get a job at a local business or even start his own, to support the tribe but mostly to help keep an eye on his sister. He scoffed at the mere idea of that.

As much as it pained him to admit it Korra didn't need anyone to look out for her, much less her older brother who unlike her and the rest of their family couldn't even bend. She hadn't needed him the second the Order of the White Lotus confirmed her claim to Avatar, after that they took care of everything. They provided teachers, both for bending and academic, food, and shelter, giving it to her simply because she was The Avatar and would eventually have to throw her life on the line for the good of th-. He sighed and opened his eyes, finding he had dug his nails into the wood of railings with a vice grip. He tended to do that when he thought of the White Lotus. Or of Korra's duties as The Avatar.

It wouldn't do any good thinking like that; she was his little sister and The Avatar. She would restore balance to the world from whatever crises eventually threatened it and then live the rest of her life in the lap of luxury. He hoped, by spirits he hoped. But she was at the South Pole, and he was here, watching a homeless man get yelled at by the two formerly arguing business men.

He had drifted off so he didn't see how the argument started, probably because the homeless man got too close to the men than they could tolerate. But he could see where it was going. The men had combined their former bitterness for each other on the man, assaulting him verbally with cruel insults ranging from his perceived lack of work ethic, his unkempt state of dress, and to how his mother was most likely a diseased woman of ill repute. The bum stood up to most of this, giving a visible wince at the mother comment, and tried to apologize for his incursion on their precious personal space. The men would have none of it.

The verbal assault had intensified and now the men were threatening him with their canes, raising them in the air as if they were prepared to beat him. As luck would have it they didn't need to, the commotion had alerted a nearby police officer. He didn't wear the metal suit of the Metalbending units, so he either hadn't qualified for them, was a water or firebender, or, most likely, wasn't a bender at all. Not that he could probably fit into one given the size of his stomach; the park was peaceful enough that it did not need the best the police force to patrol it apparently.

When the portly officer arrived he listened to the complaints of the two business men, who had calmed down rather quickly and spoke with a well-educated vocabulary of the grievous crimes committed by the bum. They also nonchalantly spoke of their stature in Republic City and the businesses and companies they owned or worked for, ones that contributed greatly to the city's police funding. The officer, hearing what he needed to, turned towards the bum and pulled out a set of handcuffs and told the bum to put his hands behind his back.

The homeless man put his hands up and started to back away, eyes scanning for anyone to help him. The crowd of people just watched silently and the group of other homeless men and women had scattered long ago, he was alone in this fight. When the officer pulled out his truncheon and tried to grab the bum he jumped back out of reach and bolted, trying to make it to the safety of the more wooded areas of the park. He didn't make it three feet before one of the business men raised his foot in the air and brought his shoe crashing down, causing a pillar of stone to shoot out of the paved ground and smash the bum in the gut. Falling to the ground and gasping for air he held his crushed stomach as he tried to stand back up…

Only to have the police officers' truncheon smash in the back of his head.

The bum fell to the ground again and tried to crawl away when the officer brought the truncheon down again and again, the blows crushing the man's already weak body. Anguta looked at the business men, who stood next to each other and watched the spectacle with pleased little smiles. He watched the crowd of people, parents pulling their children away from the scene and people just watching in stunned silence. He looked at the officer, whose face was twisted in anger with eyes that hinted of glee. Then he looked at the bum, who was looking back at him, with eyes pleading for help. And Anguta was distantly aware that his hands were gripping the bridge's rail harder than ever and that it was starting to splinter and cut into his palm.

By the time the police officer had stopped and the bum was finally cuffed and taken away, the crowd had dispersed, the men in their fine suits returned to their conversation, this time remaining civil and calm, and Anguta was long gone, having turned his back on the poor bum. And over in the distance, the ever-present police airships hovering in the sky, you could hear a protester speaking of equality.

Korra jumped in the air and kicked towards her opponent, sending bursts of fire from her legs, knocking him back. She landed and turned her attention to her other opponents who together sent two streams of fire at her, which she nullified with a simple circular wave of her hands and smirked, getting into her preferred firebending stance. Her opponents responded by charging forward, one hurling fireballs straight at her while the other ran to circle around. Korra dodged and blocked the fireballs, running to meet her opponent until he leaped into the air and sent a wave of fire at her, forcing her to duck and roll under him. Unfortunately her foot caught with his, sending him tumbling to the ground.

The Avatar rolled into a standing position and found herself in between her two opponents, the one in front of her blasting fire at her while the formerly stumbled one charged at her rear. Simultaneously she blocked the fire with her hands, nullifying it by spreading her hands, and kicked the man behind her in the chest sending him back once again. She blocked another blast from her forward opponent and sent two herself, knocking him to the ground when he failed to block the second to the stomach, and spun around, blocking a ball of fire from her rear opponent with a kick. She sent two bursts of flame herself and then turned and intercepted a blast from her other opponent, again with a kick, and then blocked another with her arms. When the flames cleared she launched a torrent of flame that launched her opponent into the air and sent him crashing onto the roof of a nearby training area where her teachers and the leaders of the White Lotus were watching.

Korra sprinted directly into her remaining opponents' fire attack, parting it when she reached it and charging directly at him. She grabbed his hands and kicked herself up into the air, using his body as a platform, and turned in the air back towards him sending a flaming kick at him and forced a large spray of flames at him while she landed. Her opponent staggered for a moment and then finally collapsed.

"Woo-hoo!" Korra let out a cheer at the completion of her firebending test; she looked at her assembled teachers and guardians and saw the cold and displeased looks on their faces. 'What's their problem?' She thought as she ran over to them. "Hey why all the doom and gloom people," she asked happily taking off her helmet and spreading her arms wide "we should be celebrating! Three elements down, one to go!"

"You're getting ahead of yourself Korra, as usual." Her firebending master said in his ever dour voice and she instinctively started to tune him out again, something she learned fast when he went into some of the "grand history of firebending or blah blah" or some spiritual stuff. But she did that with all of her teachers, well she tried with Master Katara but she always seemed to know when she wasn't liste- "We haven't decided if you've passed your Firebending Test yet." That got her attention.

'Not pass?! Did they not seem me out there? I kicked ass!' she thought in a panicked frenzy of what she could have done wrong. Did she get the movements or stances wrong or something? Did her midair tripping of her opponent disqualify her?

"Ever since you were a little girl," the leader of the Order of the White Lotus continued for the fire master, "you've excelled at the physical side of bending but completely ignored the spiritual side. The Avatar must master both." He stated with finality.

'Ah, this again.' Korra thought dejectedly. "I haven't ignored it; it just doesn't come as naturally." She said, looking away from them. It wasn't like she tried that hard at it either. "But that's why I should start training with Tenzin immediately," she argued brightly, "he's mister spiritual!"

"Do you believe she is ready master Katara?" the White Lotus leader asked, turning to the elderly woman.

"Yes." She stated without any doubt, surprising the gathered teachers. "If anyone can teach her what she needs to learn it's Tenzin." The other masters closed their eyes and accepted her judgment.

"Very well Korra, it's time for you to begin your Airbending Training." The leader announced.

Korra eyes shined and she threw her arms up in the air, "YES! Finally!" she cheered while doing a quick spin in the air. When she opened her eyes she saw her assembled teachers glaring at her. 'Ah, crap.' She stood up straight and cleared her throat, "Thank you all for believing in me." She bowed out of their presence and then ran away laughing to Naga's pen.

"Naga!" She called to her polar bear dog, opening the gate to the pen and hugging the giant beasts head. "I wish you could have seen it! I kicked some firebender ass and I passed! Tenzin's going to be here in a couple weeks! And maybe Anguta too." They only let her family visit about once a month, "to help control your emotional connections", and she hadn't seen her older brother since he left for Republic City a year ago. He wrote letters to their parents, telling them stories about city life and his great job and all the people he was meeting. It probably wouldn't be too hard for the White Lotus to find him and arrange for him to come with Tenzin, at least to visit. They could totally find a way to get him back while Tenzin stayed here to teach her airbending.

"Yo Anguta!" A voice called out to him from the back of the busy bar he had entered. Anguta looked to the speaker of the voice, a man in a sharp red suit and a bottle of saké in his hand named Li. He had slicked back black hair that was barely reaching the nape of his neck and trimmed goatee with green eyes, all in all it hinted of mixed Fire Nation and Earth Kingdom descent. It suited him for Republic City rather well, he could move in a lot of crowds with that mixture. He got out of his seat in the back of the bar and made his way through the crowd, the patrons barely noticing him, their interest on the Probending game on the radio above the bar.

"Li." Anguta said tightly. Li was in with some of the smaller time gangs in the city, acting as a sort of broker and negotiator between them along with providing occasional... goods for purchase. When he could safely get his hands on it. It wasn't a good idea to get too comfortable with him, even with the business you may have done in the past. "Is there a reason you asked for me?" Especially when you get a message saying he wants a meeting.

"Oh don't get like that An, you ain't got nothing to be afraid of. I just want to offer you a job." He said, putting an arm around Anguta's shoulders and leading him to his table in the back, several people in the crowd grudgingly parting to let them pass.

"Last time I did a job for you I nearly got burned alive so tell me why I should even listen to you?" Anguta asked as he sat down in Li's booth.

"Now An how was I supposed to know that those Agni Kai boys would be waiting for us?" He replied smoothly as he lit a cigarette, "And you were the reason that any of us got out of that alive. When you had Kai uproot the support of that scaffolding so it fell on those bastards? Beautiful." He smiled as he took a drink from his glass of saké.

"It was obvious; anyone could have come to that decision." Anguta responded, a roar going up in the bar at something happening over the radio. Seemed some people just lost a few bets.

"Yeah well no one else did. You took control and utterly annihilated those sons of bitches and we got out of their completely fine. Well, more or less." He muttered while brushing his hand over the side his head to a small spot where his hair covered up a small patch of skin that had the hair permanently burned away.

"What do you want Li?" Anguta asked again sighing. Li leaned forward so no one could hear him and Anguta did the same.

"There's a shipment coming into the port tomorrow night, some of the smaller gangs have decided to team up and raid it." Anguta patiently waited for him to elaborate. "And it's a military sh-, now wait! Wait!" But Anguta wouldn't listen and started to get up out of his seat. But a strong-arm forced him back down, shooting out of the crowd. He glared at the beast of a man who held him down, his head bald with dull blue eyes and arms thick and covered with tattoos of dragons fighting.

"Now listen An this isn't as stupid as it sounds. I'm relying on good information here." Li said, this time not being the nice guy he was a few moments ago, now he was the guy that negotiated deals between people who intimidate and kill for a living. "I know what we're going to steal, where it is, how many guards there are going to be around it, and the layout of ship and neighborhood. All I need is someone who can turn all that information into perfection and to make those bickering idiots fight like soldiers if it goes to hell." He leaned back and smiled, it was rather wicked. "And I know that you're hurting for money ever since the nobles and big wigs stopped falling for your Pai Sho games."

Anguta glared at him and asked "And what information do you have exactly?" If he was lucky maybe this wasn't nearly as dangerous as he thought.

"The Unagi is a freighter, given a new paint job and a fancy crest on its side so they can call it a military ship." Li began taking a sip from his glass. "It's transporting supplies out of the Mid-Western Earth Kingdom, or the first Southern Trust Territory I guess. You know Senlin? From the stories about Avatar Aang, had some weird panda demon or whatever?" Li asked while snubbing out his cigarette in the ash tray.

"Hei Bai. It was the spirit that guarded the forest and took out its anger on the village when the forest was burned down by the Fire Nation." Anguta answered, drawing on his better knowledge of Avatar Aang's journeys. Korra would probably know the details better; she had a teacher dedicated to past Avatar's after all. "What of it?"

"There's a rumor going around that it's not there anymore, they were stirring up trouble after our boys took back Haru Fortress during that little coup they had a few months back remember? When the province got made into a Trust Territory until they could sort themselves out?" Li asked, gesturing to the waitress to bring another round. "Anyway, now that Senlin's gone the way of Liǎngjiāng the locals finally got the idea and are a lot calmer, so the military is sending back some of their weapons and all that other good stuff to reinforce the Home Territories." He stopped talking when the waitress arrived with a new bottle of saké. Anguta refused to order his own drink and they waited until she was back in the noisy crowd before he continued. "I got it on good information from a reliable source that the captain is going to let the crew out on shore leave for the night before they start unloading the next morning, leaving only a skeleton crew to guard it."

"And who is this reliable source?" Anguta questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"A reliable source." Li repeated with emphasize and scowled when Anguta frowned at him. "Oh don't give me that, you got bills and protection money you owe just like everybody else. This job will get you enough to put you on easy street for years, even with your high tastes."

"Only if nothing goes wrong, then I end up in a Untied Republic prison. I would prefer to have children someday." Anguta growled out.

"They only fix ya if you have a lot of charges or are a repeat offender, then they think something must be wrong with you and its better if you don't spread it." Li replied simply, familiar with the threat of sterilization for his numerous crimes if they ever came to light.

"Or if you do something as colossally stupid as try to rob a military vessel!" Anguta seethed in a harsh whisper. "Hell some doctors do that to nonbenders or Water Tribe if they just go to them for treatment!"

"I know don't remind me." Li said as he stirred in his seat. "I got this rash on my boys and I'm not risking getting them cut off or injecting me with something while they treat it." Anguta made a disgusted noise and Li narrowed his eyes. "What do you care anyway? I thought you Seals got all your medicine from the sea or something, or that you all prayed to the moon and ocean until you were healthy."

Anguta was able to fight his rising frustration, 'This is going nowhere.' He decided and sighed before looking Li straight in the eye, violet locking with his green. "You haven't done a spectacular job of convincing me this isn't a horrible idea."

"Do your job right and nothing will go wrong. Besides what are you afraid of An? No metal bender can react fast enough to stop that... "Shopkeepers Special" I sold ya." He argued with a whisper indicating towards Anguta's coat pocket, where he kept the gun that was sold to him a couple of days ago.

Anguta didn't say anything for a while, silently weighing his options. Very few places were willing to hire non-benders, preferring to hire benders with abilities that meant they didn't need to buy any special equipment and the few that did didn't pay well or were beneath him. The rich men and women he usually played at Pai Sho were no longer becoming as regular and it was getting harder and harder to pay rent, his bills, and weekly protection to the local gangs and corrupt cops. He wasn't physically fit enough to stand a chance against another nonbender, let alone a member of the bending gangs, and he wasn't about to risk a job in the factories, where men, women, and children would sometimes lose their fingers and only return home after slavish hours. And he had done these sort of things before, radioing orders and conducting escape plans from locations usually far away to hide his identity. Usually with Li too.

"Alright, I'll do it." He resigned but held up a finger to stop Li's comment. "But I want double my usual rate." Li's eyes narrowed at that and he took a sip of his sake.

"Shit An if you wanted to fuck me you could have just bought me dinner and a few more drinks." Li complained. "But fine, you get double." He gulped down the rest of his glass. "Meet me at our usual spot tomorrow afternoon; I got to go over something's with you before we start." He motioned to the tattooed guard to let Anguta up.

"Oh and An," he said as Anguta got out of his seat, "why did you want that thing anyway? Those are very hot items and you've never been one to try to attract attention. You were yelling about the job gettin' your boys cut off but if they find you with one of those they're gonna do it for sure." He said with the closest thing towards concern he could muster. If it was for him or for his planning abilities Anguta couldn't be sure but the safe bet would be on the latter. Li would be in a very bad spot if his ace in the hole wasn't… all there in the head anymore.

Anguta's hand moved to his coat pocket, feeling the shape of his gun, a simple .38 snub nosed revolver. He thought of homeless man getting beaten by the police officer at the behest of the business men. How defenseless he was against the man's bending and the portly officer and how he couldn't fight back.

But Anguta could now. He had something that would give him a fighting chance to defend himself if he ever got into that situation.

And he wouldn't lie down and take it.

"Just a little something to even the odds." He said and walked away, not looking back at Li to see the cautious look on his face.

And that ends the first chapter of my first fic in my first crossover. That's three strikes, time to get drunk.

But seriously this is my first attempt at a piece of fan fiction and I have the insistent feeling I did awful. It spans periods of time with no indication of how much has passed, first over a decade then to another part of the world a couple of days later. The character's I can't help but feel are probably boring and uninteresting at first glance, and again at second or third glance. The character who is supposed to be Lelouch has a different name (an Inuit name too, don't want to skimp on accuracy by giving him a name that doesn't fit the water tribe, even if it doesn't have a K in it), different origin and back-story, different family, and I get the feeling that I've completely screwed up his personality, along with that of every other character.

Really this was more of an experiment to see what my writing style needed work on, which is where you come in. You, the random passerby who for some reason decided to look for Code Geass x Avatar: The Last Airbender crossovers, even though with mine there's only like four which isn't to encouraging that anyone will read this and I'm typing to myself, the wise and experienced fan fic readers that you are have to tell me how colossally awful I did. Try to be as exact as possible with this and as mean or else it probably won't get through. Try to use a thesaurus to make it more interesting because lord knows I didn't for Korra's fight scene. Here's a fun game! Take a shot of tequila every time you read a variation of the word "Fire" such as flame or variation of "Blast" like burst. If you're still alive when you get back here then I salute you and your now dead liver.

Alright before we leave I'm going to explain something you probably noticed that sort of became important. The presence of guns in the Avatar world. See unless I made every single person in the eventual Black Knights a chi blocker, since the majority will be non-benders, then they would need a way to fight the benders. And since the Equalist's have the whole Chi Blocker scene monopolized I decided to give the Black Knights, who will be founded hopefully in several chapters from now if I don't suddenly keel over, guns and explosives. Considering that they have giant robots in the Equalist's along with sea mines and fighter planes I consider this fair. Plus it wouldn't be the Black Knights if Zero didn't drop buildings onto people.

Revised as of 1/20/13, see revision notes in "Revisions and Side Story: Gommu" chapter for specific revisions and information.

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