Kito: A Modern Avatar (Avatar the Last Airbender/ Legend of Korra fan fiction)

Book 1: Rogue

Prologue

Many Avatars have had incredible journeys. Aang was the last air bender in the entire world until he and Katara had Tenzin and then a new nation after Harmonic Convergence. Korra came from the Southern Water Tribe where years earlier there lived only one water bender, Katara. Following Korra's passing came the earth bending Avatar Gaila, a brilliant and intuitive Avatar, she helped secure a unified Earth Kingdom under King Wu and stopped the destruction of the swamp. The time came, as is always does, when an Avatar passes on and the cycle begins anew. As Gaila took her final breath in the physical world, Kito the new Avatar took his first.

On Ember Island, where Kito was born, he was an outcast. His mother was a poor widow stuck in the servitude of a Fire Nation General. She died from an untreatable disease when Kito was just 7 years old. The orphanage was loud and unkempt causing Kito to run away. He turned to pick-pocketing tourists who traveled far and wide to enjoy Ember Island's lush beaches.

Kito lived in a park, surviving on scraps and fruit from the trees. The police had often times attempted to apprehend him but were always unsuccessful.Now 17, he was an experienced thief, hustling every traveler with ease.

Kito was a talented fire bender. He learned of his ability when he was eight years old and newly on the streets. His first pick-pockets were often failed attempts to acquire a few gold coins from passing tourists. This time however, he was cornered in an alley way. The man had him pinned against the brick wall of an the office building next to him. Kito was terrified and rightfully so as this grown man was more than ready to pound him to a pulp. That's when the fire inside him unlocked and came forth from his clenched fist. It was no powerful blast but it was enough to send his assailant to the ground. Kito took his opportunity to bolt from the alley and into the evening streets. There haven't been many close calls like that since Kito developed his bending.

Kito was never concerned with the affairs of others or the world. He was well taken care of with a small apartment that he was able to afford from all his hustles. The only real thing he was interested in was finding his next jackpot. The world had its own problems, the next Avatar still hadn't be identified and the people of the swamp tribe were dying out.

Chapter 1
Hustle Gone South

Present day: Ember Island

Kito opened his eyes and took in his dingy surroundings. The raggedy couch he slept up on had the familiar small of garbage. He rolled over and grabbed his phone off the charger he'd stolen recently from the local tech shop. He took a few minutes to casually scroll through his social media. It didn't take long for him to get bored. Kito's online presence wasn't much more than reading headlines on the popular page. He had no followers and didn't follow anyone else. He liked it that way though. The first headline he came across was a Swamp Tribe protest turned violent in a confrontation with Earth Kingdom military.

Kito set his phone down on the couch and went to the pile of clothes he had in the corner of his one-bedroom apartment. He settled for a stained pair of jogger sweatpants and an old shirt that had a hole just above the belly button.  He grabbed his apartment key and shut the door behind him making sure to lock it. Kito was met with the sight of a full garbage bin that had been missed in this weeks trash collection. Great, he thought, this was not what he needed to brighten up his mood.

Once on the main street Kito headed to his usual corner in front of the Ember Island Suites Hotel, a common area for fresh faces who weren't aware of his antics. He looked for unsuspecting targets that he felt he could easily pull one over on. He settled for a young girl, by his gauge she was roughly 20 years old. He made his approach as he'd done countless times before.