Write Bolin/Mako m rated fanfic.
The smell of blood and flesh filled the air, smoke rising from the burning bodies of his fallen parents. Mako stared wide eyed in fear, tears streaming down his face, he screamed for help. No one came. He tried to wipe all the blood that splattered across his face and shirt but it was all in vain. Bolin was leaning against the wall with a gash on his forehead, knocked out and releaved from the burden of seeing his parents die before them. He didn't see it, that was the only thing that Mako was grateful for. He slowly walked over to his dad who was slipping fast, unsure of how he could help his once invincible father, "Papa, please you got to stay awake." He shook the older male and his father smiled, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.
"I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Mako. You have to- ," he coughed and took his scarf of his shoulders and handed it to the boy," You have to protect your little brother. Do you understand, you have to be strong. For Bolin. Your mother, and I." He stroked his son's face and the fire in his eyes had begun to fade, "Promise me, that you will protect every life of those you hold dear. I love you son." The flame was extinguished, and Mako fell to his knees, but quickly snapped out of it when he heard his little brother groan in pain. He ran over to him, wrapped the scarf around his brothers eyes, picked him up, and began to walk away. He looked back towards beloved parents and sniffed loudly, "I've got to be strong. I will be strong. I promise you dad." He turned away and fled to the park and went to washing his brother and himself of the awful experience that they had went through.
An hour had past and Mako had fallen asleep holding his little brother close to his body, in fear that he may slip away, never come back like he knew his parents wouldn't. Bolin stirred and looked up at Mako, smiling brightly. "Mom's gunna kill us if we don't get back home brother," he noticed the grim look on Mako's face and frowned," I had this nightmare that some fire bender hurt Mom and Papa, but it wasn't a dream was it brother." Bolin knew that it wasn't, but he had hope that maybe he was wrong but cried when he saw his older brother shake his head, "I'm sorry, Bo. But Mom and Papa aren't coming back, and we don't have a home to go back to. It's just you and me."