I'm back, baby! Can you dig it?

Just kidding. And what's this? A story without shipping. Yes, actually. The only ship I'm jumping onto right now is the S.S. Korra x Mako because they're such an OTP. It may also have something to do with the fact I think Asami's a spy, but that's beside the point.

Anyways, the plot of this story will be following along with the plot of season one with an Original Character of my own design. If you don't like people putting OCs into a series, then this story is not right for you. Please ignore where it says Break in story. It seemed whenever I tried to use my usual lines to show a break in the story, just deleted them and made the story confusing. If anyone wants to tell me a better way to do this, I'd appreciate it.

Enjoi.

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Things had become intense fast. She never lost a card game. Ever. Let alone to some smug, pig-nosed brat. He had to be cheating. There was no other explanation. She stared futilely at her hands, making not effort to hide her displeasure and utter disgust for the completely useless hand she'd been dealt. Of all the times to get a crappy hand, it had to be on the one round she'd made a bet on.

"I believe it's to you," The boy said, his greasy black hair flopping over his forehead and towards his equally black eyes. He probably hadn't thought about showering, let alone actually had one. A fine layer of dirt covered his skin and caked his fingernails. A confident smirk showed his yellowed teeth. "So, what's your move?"

"Well," She licked her lips, blue eyes flickering between her opponent and hand. She ran her free hand through her wavy, blonde hair with a hidden sigh. "As much as I'd hate to admit it, I'm not a liar. I have nothing. I . . ." Her face contorted, as if she was having a hard time forming the words. "I . . . fold." She finally breathed, laying her hand face down on the table.

Cheers and applause erupted from around the dimly lit room as other teens in a similar state as the black-haired boy simultaneously jumped. Her opponent slammed his cards on the table, leaping onto the tabletop and screaming with the others. The blonde shoved her useless cards away, sitting back in her chair and crossing her arms over her chest. The only calm one in the entire room, a mischievous smirk graced her lips as the cajoling ceased and an expected silence fell over the entire room.

"Finally remember me, I see," The blonde sighed, standing. Though the vagabonds in the room were all in decent height, she towered over them. "Well, you won. What's your dare?" She glanced sideways at the black-haired boy.

"My, my, Itazura," The boy snickered. "Calm, cool, and collected as always. I'm sure that'll change once you hear this," He reared back, as if the sheer force of what he was about to say would blow everybody away. "I dare you to streak through the upper district in your underwear!"

The jubilant cheers echoed through the room again. Teens howled into the ceiling and jumped repeatedly. Others insulted Itazura as she stood completely still, blinking twice at the boy's request. He flashed a disgusting smile, almost convinced she wouldn't do it. Huffing, Itazura pulled her over shirt over her head as she kicked the door to the shack open, the walls creaking as the whole shack threatened to implode. The teens flowed out the door in a frenzy, clamoring atop each other to get a glimpse as Itazura kicked off her shoes, the last in a pile of clothes that now sat at her feet. Clad in nothing but her skin tight boxers and medical bandage tied around her chest, she pointed down the alleyway, her face unsure.

"You want me to go there?" Itazura said, her hands moving awkwardly, trying with little success to cover some of her exposed, sun kissed skin. "You're nuts."

"No, I'm the winner of the bet," The boy said. "What's wrong, Zura?" He smirked. "Ya scared?"

"Oh, please," Zura laughed, a mischievous smile suddenly claiming her lips. "You're the ones who should be scared."

The teens all fell silent and watched. At first, a flicker caught their eye. It traveled from Zura's shoulder, down her torso, and ended at her knee. Then, another started at her elbow and sparked to the tips of her fingers. All at once, flames completely engulfed Zura's form, a swirling inferno replacing her skin in the blink of an eye. The teens screamed in unison. A mass exodus spurted from the alley and into the streets. Car horns honked loudly and brakes screeched as people tried to avoid hitting the teens who fled the humanoid embodiment of flame.

"The demon is in there!" A scream came from a teen.

Water covered the flaming humanoid, sending a column of steam up into the air. Zura stumbled backwards, surprised at the sudden onslaught of water. Subsequent buckets followed, despite the fact that the blonde teen was sufficiently put out. She shook her head back and forth, her tousled hair sticking to her forehead despite her best efforts. She blinked her blue eyes accusingly at the elder woman in front of her, who shook her gray head disapprovingly. A crowd of people now gathered at the mouth of the alley. The familiar, unrecognizable faces of the city folk. Except for a girl who stood at the front. Her dark skin marked her as a native of one of the Water Tribes. Zura turned her attention to the elder standing before her.

"Police Chief Lin!" Zura waved excitedly. "How very unexpected!"

"Oh, my," Lin shook her head and rubbed her brow. "A half-naked Itazura causing trouble. How out of the ordinary."

"That sounds like sarcasm, Chief," Zura narrowed her eyes dangerously and smirked. "Taking me in, I assume? Is it on indecent exposure or making the other children say I was a demon?"

"Both."

"Fair enough," Zura shrugged and gathered her clothes in her arms. She jumped into her pants and stuffed her feet into her shoes. She jammed her undershirt over her head and was putting on her over shirt as the police led her out of the alley. "How long will it be this time? Will I break my record?"

"We're dealing with a lot more pressing matters now, Itazura," Lin sighed as Itazura was forced into a squad car. "Maybe for the night."

"Yay," Zura chuckled. "A whole night! We haven't done this in forever, Chief. When was—," The door was slammed in Zura's face before she could finish her question.

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"Itazura, I really do not have time for this," Lin sighed and pushed the blonde out of the police station. "It's a minor citation. Just go home and try to stay out of trouble."

"I'm sorry, who are you talking to?" The blonde asked, cupping her hand around her ear.

"Itazura," Lin growled, slamming the door shut.

Itazura shrugged and walked down the street. She wasn't going home anytime soon. She'd missed Pro-Bending practice that morning, and her teammates were sure to have it in for her if she showed up now. Her azure eyes wandered skyward as she shoved her hands into her pockets. Her roommate had brought her a set of clothes, which consisted of a three-quarter sleeve black undershirt, gray and red industrial jacket, baggy black pants, and knee high boots. Around her waist was a red sash and a blue bandana was tied around her wrist. She also wore a pair of black, fingerless gloves. After a few minutes of wandering around the city, she arrived at the park. She strolled by the fountain, gritting her teeth as she tried to ignore the lies being spewed by an Equalist propagandist.

The smell of cooking fish wafted into her nostrils. Odd, she thought, following the smell to its source. The police have never allowed fishing in the park before. She stepped onto the emerald green grass, still wet with dew, and approached the girl sitting by the river. Skewered fish cooked to perfection were lying before her. A few feet away, a giant white beast watched Itazura's every move with black eyes. It had the head of a dog, floppy ears reaching to its gigantic neck that connected to the body of a polar bear with the hind legs of a dog. The girl was talking to a vagrant and both were happily munching on cooked fish. Itazura recognized the man immediately.

"Ollie!" Itazura called, attracting attention from both eaters. "What are you doing?"

"Aha!" The vagabond jumped up and rushed over to Itazura, pushing her towards the stranger. "This is probably one of the most famous street rats you'll ever meet!"

"Aw, you're making me blush."

"Hey," The girl said. "I know you." She stood, examining Itazura closer. "You were the one I saw the police arrest earlier today! How did you—?"

"The Chief and I have an . . . understanding," The blonde worded carefully. "But you must be fresh off the boat. You know this is a no fish zone, right?" The girl's blue eyes widened at the statement. "I know, shocking. But it's true." A whistle began to blow behind them. Itazura turned and saw a rather rotund police officer ambling toward them. "We better get out of here."

"Naga!" The girl called, and the polar bear-dog sprung into action. She rushed to the girl's call and crouched so the girl and Itazura could climb into the saddle upon her back. Taking the reins, the girl spurred the beast into a gallop and took off through the park. The officer soon gave up on chasing them, but the polar-bear dog kept running, dodging cars and weaving around corners until she finally slowed to a trot.

Shops lined the street they were on, and something about seemed oddly familiar to Itazura. At the same time, her gut told her that she should not be there, but she couldn't remember why. Naga suddenly stopped and the girl slid off the saddle. Itazura followed, taking the moment to examine the creature more closely. Naga sniffed the blonde bender suspiciously before running her tongue along the side of Itazura's face. The bender smiled and laughed, but her face when she heard the distinct screeching of brakes on a hot rod. She laid a hand on Naga's head, listening to the sound of doors slamming shut and three pairs of feet.

"Mr. Chung," A smooth-talking voice said confidently. Its owner was a man wearing a pale purple jacket and hate. "Please tell me you have my money or I can't guarantee that I can protect your establishment."

Triades, Itazura thought bitterly. That's why I don't come down this street.

"I-I'm sorry," The old man wearing a green hat stuttered. "Business has been . . . slow. Please, take one of my phonographs!" He held up a pristine, red phonograph as offering.

"Well, my friend here," The smooth-talking man said as a pale, lanky man beside him raised his leg and kicked the phonograph out of the shopkeeper's hands. His foot was engulfed in flames, burning the wooden shamble on the ground. "Isn't a music lover. Now, give me the money or else—,"

"Leave him alone," Itazura spoke up, stepping out from behind Naga and shouldering her way between the trio and the shopkeeper. "and get out of here, Triades."

"Well, well, look what we got here boys," The man with the hat sneered. "A self-righteous street rat! And what are you going to do about it?"

"You know damn well what I'll do about it," The blonde bender said in a threatening tone, flames crackling around her hands. "Now just go."

"You must not be that good at math," The man shook his head. "There are three of us and only one of you. You may be talented, but you're not that talented."

"And you must be bad at math, too," The girl said, standing behind the trio with her hands on her hips. "Because it's two on three, actually."

"Now, I can't excuse your friend here," The man said, motioning to Itazura. "But I can tell you're new around this city, but this is Triple Threat Triade territory. And we're about to put you both in the hospital."

"You're the only who's going to be needing a hospital," The girl smirked, cracking her knuckles. "And for your sake, I hope there's one nearby."

"And just who do you think you are?"

"Why don't you come over here and find out?"

The man reached into his trench coat decisively, his eyes looking at the girl suspiciously. He threw his hand out, a trail of water following his movements. His Firebender friend turned, throwing flaming punches at Itazura. The blonde bender effortlessly avoided them and landed two smoldering kicks that sent the Triade Firebender into the window of a shop across the street. When Itazura turned back to her friend, she saw the man in the trench coat with his entire head frozen in a block of ice. The Earthbender attacked next, but the blue-eyed girl merely stomped her foot and sent him flying into the air. He crashed into the numerous signs and awnings of the shops before finally hitting the dirt with a thud. The girl clapped her hands clean.

She just did Earthbending, Itazura thought. But, she had to Waterbend to get that guy's head in a block of ice. The girl noticed Itazura, and numerous shopkeepers, staring at her and held up both hands.

"I'll explain later," She said, just barely dodging the speeding hotrod that the three Triades were escaping in. "But we can't let those guys get away."

With a slight hop forward, the girl continued the motion through with her arms, sending a wave of earth after the speeding car. The hotrod's wheels left the ground as the Triades lost control and crashed into another store front. Itazura and the girl hurried over, where the steaming hotrod lay on its side and the Triades were spilt all over the floor. Naga came up behind them, picking her ears up as a loud siren began to ring. A sound Itazura was all too familiar with.

Sorry about that, Lin, She thought as she looked up and saw the giant ship descending upon them. Innumerable amounts of propellers spun and kept the airship afloat despite being made completely of metal. Guess I will be seeing you again today.

A squad of officers jumped out of the ship, their metal cords attaching to the buildings below and swinging onto the street below. The squad approached the wreckage just as the three Tirades stumbled out, covered in soot and bruises. The officers quickly lassoed them with metal cords and pulled them into a police car. Just as she thought they were going to get away, two officers approached Itazura and the girl.

"You're both under arrest," He said, looking from the girl to Itazura. He glared at the blonde. "Weren't you just in the precinct?"

"Maaaaaybe."

"Why are you arresting us?" The girl asked angrily. "Those guys were going to destroy a shop!"

"Yes, well," The man looked around the street, seeing three broken store fronts and the Tirades still running car lying on its side inside another shop. "It looks like you did a lot more damage than that."

"Now, officer," Itazura said smoothly, both hands raised and showing she meant no harm. "Let's not be hasty here. This is a simple misunderstanding."

"You two destroyed numerous shops," The officer said sternly, glaring at the blonde again. "There is nothing to misunderstand." He turned to his fellow officers. "Officers, arrest these two."

"Naga!" The girl shouted. Her polar bear-dog was there instantly. Ducking its massive head, Itazura and the girl slid into the saddle on its back and took off galloping down the street.

"Running from the cops," Itazura murmured. "I sure am going to be in deep with Lin."

Naga sprinted through the alleys and eventually popped out onto a busy street. Cars beeped their horns and swerved to avoid hitting the giant creature, colliding with others cars instead. The girl, with confused horror on her face, spurred Naga again. The creature took off running and leapt onto a nearby roof. Climbing higher and higher, Itazura realized the police airship was quickly gaining on them, as well as a few dexterous officers. Looking forward, Itazura realized the roofs were quickly running out, but the girl hadn't tried to move away. Instead, she was looking at the island located in the bay a few hundred yards away from the city.

"Huh," Itazura said, looking around with an unimpressed gaze. "So this is where I die."

Naga leapt off the last roof, trying with all her might to push forward enough to at least hit an awning on their way down. They descended quickly, but then jolted to a halt in midair. Metal cords wrapped around the polar bear-dog's stomach, back legs, and front paws. Looking up, Itazura could see the cords originating from the police airship that had been gaining on them a few moments earlier.

"This is exciting," Itazura smiled. "I've never been arrested twice in one hour. I think it's a new personal best." She held her hand out to the Water Tribe girl. "I'm Itazura, by the way."

"Mischief," The girl translated with a smirk. "Sounds like it fits."

"You don't even know the half of it," The blonde shook her head.

"Korra," The girl introduced and took Itazura's hand. "Avatar Korra."

"The Avatar?" Itazura's eyebrow rose in surprise. "Like, the Avatar?" Korra nodded, relishing in the look on the blonde's face. "Well, I got arrested with the Avatar. That'll make an interesting story."

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Dim lights daunted Itazura's vision for the second time that day. Lin sat across from the blonde and Korra, looking between them angrily. A piece of paper sat in front of the Chief, but she ignored it. An angry curl on her lip kept Itazura's usually witty remarks unsaid. She'd known Lin long enough to know when she was angry. And boy, was Lin angry. Finally, the Chief dropped her gaze and let out a frustrated sigh.

"Itazura," She began wearily. "To what do I owe the pleasure of seeing you for the second time this hour?"

"I'm going to begin by say I told you so," Itazura began. Lin immediately went back to glaring. The blonde grinned sheepishly. "And I will start off my multi-parted apology with how much I appreciate and—,"

"Stop," Lin held up her hand. "Just . . . stop." She sighed and shook her head, muttering something under her breath about how unrealistic it was to expect a serious answer. She looked at Korra. "You are in a lot of trouble, young lady."

"This all part of a very long, confusing story that I am sure we will all laugh about one day in the future," Korra chuckled nervously, looking at Itazura for support. "Right?"

"I'm laughing about it now." Itazura smiled.

"Chief Beifong," An officer's voice said in an official tone. A metal plate that covered the walls of the interrogation room slid open. "Councilman Tenzin has arrived."

"Of course he has," Lin muttered. "Send him in."

"Wait a second," Korra said. "Beifong?"

"Yes." Lin nodded tiredly.

"As in Toph Beifong?"

"Yes."

"Are you related in some way?"

"I'm her daughter," Lin said. "But I don't see what—,"

"I'm the Avatar!" Korra nearly stood up from her seat. The metal legs of the chair scrapped along the stone floor. "Your mother and Aang fought together in the Hundred Year's war!"

"This could be found in any history textbook, really," Itazura said. "What exactly does that have to do with—,"

"Itazura's right," Lin admitted grudgingly. "So what?"

"Well . . ." Korra fumbled. "Doesn't that mean we're . . . friends or something?"

"Ha, friends," Itazura laughed. "Nope, Lin's just got me."

"And how very fortunate I am," Lin growled as the door to the interrogation room swung open.

Everybody's heads swiveled towards the new light that streamed into the room. Standing in the door way was a tall man with a bald head and pointy, brown beard on his chin. He wore flowing, yellow and red robes and had blue arrowhead tattoos all over his body. He looked at the three inside with gray eyes. Itazura recognized him from the radio broadcasts and newspapers as Tenzin, the child of Avatar Aang and one of the last Airbenders in the world.

"Korra," He said immediately. The Avatar stood, but she didn't dare to approach him. The look on the Councilman's face was a mixture of anger and concern. "Are you alright?"

"She's fine," Lin stood with a disapproving look on her face. "Destroying shops and terrorizing the city, but fine."

"I'm sorry, Tenzin," Korra said, looking at the ground. "I didn't mean to cause so much trouble. I just wanted to—,"

"I understand, Korra," Tenzin said. "But you should have listened to me." He looked at Lin with a conflicted expression. "I would really appreciate if you would drop the charges against the Avatar. I'll pay for the damages myself." The Chief remained silent, a stony expression on her face. Tenzin sighed. "Please? For me?"

"Alright," Lin agreed angrily.

"Thank you, Lin," Tenzin nodded. He looked at the Avatar. "Come along, Korra."

"Right," She nodded and followed him out the door. Lin sighed and sat in her chair, her fingers knitting together on the tabletop. She looked at Itazura, green eyes still angry and somewhat relieved.

"So," The blonde bender smiled. "When's my Councilman going to bail me out?"

"In your dreams," Lin shook her head. "No, instead we're releasing you into the custody of your friends."

"But what about the charges?"

"The shopkeepers have agreed not to press any," Lin said, eyeing the piece of paper in front of her. "They're very grateful for you and Korra beating those Triades."

"Chief Beifong," The same officer interrupted them again. "Itazura's friends have arrived to pick her up."

"Send them in," Lin said tiredly. The room fell silent, and Itazura's azure eyes constantly looked around as she waited for something to happen.

"Sooo," Itazura began. "Are you coming to see my next match?"

"No."

"Ooooof course not."

"Itazura?" A voice said as the door opened again. The boy who had spoken was tall, the same height as Itazura. He had black hair that was pushed up in the front and the dark, golden eyes of a Firebender. He wore a dark gray industrial jacket with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and a tattered, red scarf wrapped around his neck. The boy standing behind him was slightly shorter, but obviously more muscular. The boy had wavy, dark hair and bright green eyes. He wore a green and yellow jacket and brown pants. A green belt with a knot tied off to the side was around his waist.

"Ita?" The green-eyed boy said.

"Hey, guys!" Itazura stood.

"Hello, gentlemen," Lin said, standing as well.

"Ah!" Both boys jumped and stood up straighter. They bowed simultaneously. "Good evening, Chief Beifong."

"Relax, guys, she's the Chief of Police. Not a cult leader."

"She's the Chief of Police who got you out of trouble . . . again," The golden-eyed boy said, standing erect. "You know how dangerous it is to go against the Triades. We're already on their bad side. They could—,"

"I know, Mako," Itazura sighed. "I know. I'm sorry for worrying you."

"Aw, he's not worried, Ita," The second boy said jokingly. "He's just scared of what will happen to us if you stop working at the factory because of . . . death."

"Bolin," Mako said dangerously. "Bro, seriously."

"Sorry," Bolin muttered. "Everybody's always hatin' on the Earthbender."

"Nobody's hating on anybody, alright?" Itazura said, standing between the boys and wrapping one of her arms around each of their shoulders. "Now, let's go before Lin has a change of heart," The blonde whispered. She looked over her shoulder with a smile. "See you tomorrow, Lin!"

"And for my sake," Lin shook her head. "I hope you're just using that as an expression."

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Well, what did you think? My DVR's broken, so I can remember some of the dialogue from the episode and put it in these. I already have most of the chapters written, it's just the editing that's going to take me a little while.

Anyway, enough about me, tell me about you. Specifically, what you thought about Itazura and her position in the plot. And your thoughts about the chapter overall would be much appreciated. Feel free to ask any questions about Itazura as well.