#it's sweeter

English: "Darling, I never tire of you staring lovingly at my perfectly carved form. The longing in your eyes makes me determined to become the protector of your dreams." Chinese: "Babe, when you look at me, the look of deep admiration in your eyes really moves me. I look so majestic in your eyes! I will always use this strong body of mine to protect you!"

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Hermitcraft SMP, Life Series | 3rd Life SMP Series Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: GoodTimesWithScar/TangoTek Characters: GoodTimesWithScar, TangoTek Additional Tags: Kissing, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar Needs a Hug, minor hybrid characteristics Summary:

"coke is better"

III pouted, leaning to the side of the jail cell. His back was facing a certain fire bender. The fire bender, Mako, was leaning against the wall opposite of III, but he was sitting on the floor. The fight they had just fought in and have been kidnapped in, clear in their minds.

“Why couldn’t you have just stayed out of the way?” Mako yelled, glaring at III. Emerald eyes sparked open in an angry glare.  “What do you mean, ‘stay out of the way’? If it hadn’t been for me--”

“We wouldn’t have been captured.” Mako said, bluntly.

“No, if it hadn’t been for me, our friends would have been hurt.”

“You’re so full of yourself!”

“And you are not, flame-boy?” III turned away, still infuriated by the elder of the bending brothers.

His legs began to get tired; he had been standing for hours. III took off his overcoat and laid it down. Then he sat down on it; this whole ritual caught Mako’s attention.

“Does Princess not want to sit on the floor?” He sneered. III glared at him, before sharply turning his head to the side. “I’ve sat on floors dirtier than this, flame-boy, now leave me alone.”

“Want me to clap for you?” He said, quickly getting tired of this repeated argument.

“Want me to slap you?” III muttered, surprising both Mako and himself. III didn’t hurt people, he didn’t like doing it either.

Mako sighed; he readjusted his position and looked up at the ceiling. Before he could even stop himself he found himself talking to the pinkette, “This reminds me of living on the streets with Bolin.”

Hearing this, III was sparked with interest. He didn’t show it but merely turned to Mako, “Pardon?”

“… Nevermind, forget it.”

“No, tell me.” III insisted, showing no sign of distaste in is voice or hatred in his eyes.

Shocked by III’s genuine interest, Mako hesitated, “What has Bolin told you about our childhood?”

He paused, “…He said that… one day when he was at home, you came in with your father’s scarf. And… he said that you guys lost your parents.”

“… As much as I would want to correct the details in your story, I can’t. It’s all true.”         

III wrapped his arms around his knees, “Bolin-kun never told me… How did your parents… how did they…”

Knowing what III was trying he say, he slumped down against the wall, “They were mugged, by fire bender. He cut them down in front of me.”

“…” III closed his eyes, grieving upon hearing the death of Mako’s parents. “I’m sorry.” III looked up at Mako. “Is that why you are so close to Bolin-kun?”

He nodded, playing with the end of his scarf. “I am his older brother. It’s my duty to protect him.”

“…” III gripped his hands, “You older brothers have to listen to us younger brothers. We want to help, we do not want to be smothered or treated like we are kids. We just… don’t want you guys to push yourselves.”

III readjusted his position and looked up at Mako, “Anyway… I wanted to tell you, I know that pain too, the pain of losing a parent. My brothers and I, we lost our mother … and kind of… lost our father too. ”

Mako looked up, a bit surprised. A privileged and prissy kid like III? He knew the pain? III slumped down a bit, ready to explain himself.

“I grew up, with my brothers and my parents; we lived a happy, perfect life. When I was  young, my mother passed away... Her body couldn’t keep up the demands and she had a heart attack... Years later, IV Nii-sama and I were sent to an orphanage. We didn’t even know why. It was only when we left, at age thirteen and my brother, fifteen... did we learn… our father was…” He looked into his lap.

“I didn’t know…” Mako paused, “I’m sorry.”

III nodded. “I am too.” III looked to the side, looking outside through the jail bars. His eyes began to get watery. “I am too.” He softly repeated.

“… III,” Mako began, unsure about what to do. “Do you… need a… hug?”

III stared at him, a look of confusion and shock clearly on his face. III began to laugh softly, causing Mako to get annoyed. “Just forget I said that.” Mako muttered, folding his arms.

“For once, I mean you no disrespect.” III smiled, “It’ just that for a second, you reminded me of Bolin.”

Mako paused, a fond smile on his lips, “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“… It is a compliment, Bolin-kun is…” III hesitated. “He is a fine man; you’ve raised him well…”

“So we agree on that.” Mako nodded, “Although, it’s not like we have anything in common.” Mako muttered.

“…” III looked up at him, “As much as we wouldn’t want to admit it, we do have things in common. We also have someone in common.”

“What?”  Mako questioned, looking up as the bars to their jail cell were suddenly bend.

Bolin ran into the room, “Mako, III!” he yelled. He jumped into the cell, opening his arms for a hug. Mako rolled his eyes and walked out of the room as the earth bender engulfed the resident pinkette in a hug.

“B-Bolin-kun!” III shrieked. The fire bender wouldn’t admit it but Mako finally started seeing what his younger brother saw in III.

Korra ran up to Mako, “Mako! Are you and III alright?”