Korrasami Cannon? More like shot out of a cannon. Here is a series of stories of how they came to become friends, and how that grew into an unshakeable bond. They can be read as romantic or platonic, what ever you want. (there. Everybody happy now?)

Disclaimer: if I owned LOK, Korrasami would be a kick butt duo who solved crimes and had puny catchphrases

Chapter One: Bonding

Korra loved hanging with Bolin, and Mako was becoming more pleasant by the day, but she longed for a Gal-Pal. She had never had one (Master Katara and Naga were good stand ins) and she was beginning to feel lonely. So when Mako's girlfriend Asami suggested they get to know each other (they were going to be seeing a lot of each other after all) Korra seized the opportunity.

Asami invited Korra over for dinner at her house, but Korra was a little nervous about hanging out with Mako's girlfriend alone. They hardly knew each other. What would they talk about?

Korra suggested they see an Earth Rumble match, but Asami wasn't into big sweaty meatheads throw rocks and scripted insults at each other.

Since they couldn't decide on a mutual activity, they settled on exchanging small waves and pleasantries when they passed each other in the arena.

One night after a grueling match, Korra left the arena and found Asami sitting on the stairs.

"Waiting for an autograph?" Korra joked awkwardly. Asami chuckled.

"Kind of. Mako and I were supposed to go out for dinner after the match."

"Oh," Korra scratched her head and shrugged apologetically. "The guys said they were going to turn in early tonight. We kind of got served out there, ya know."

Asami sighed and turned her attention to the bay. Korra, not wanting to stand awkwardly over her shoulder, started to head out towards the dock when Asami called out to her.

"Hey," she smiled and patted the stair next to her. "Come sit for a while. Let's talk."

Korra shuffled back over and plopped down net to her, curling her legs up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. Usually she would sprawl out, maybe even sit in the other person's lap, but she didn't know Asami very well. She wasn't sure what to do around her.

Truthfully, Asami intimidated Korra. She was just so different than anyone she had ever met. She was pretty, and feminine, and delicate. The opposite of Korra in every way. Korra didn't know where she stood when she was around Asami.

"Soooooo…" Korra dragged the word out, not knowing where to start, "what do you want to talk about?"

Asami turned her gaze from the water to Korra. "Tell me about yourself."

This surprised Korra. What was there that people didn't already know? "Tell you what about myself?"

"Anything," Asami shrugged. "About what it's like in the South Pole. If being the Avatar is scary or awesome. Any deep dark secrets that you haven't told anybody."

"Um," Korra thought for a second, "Okay. The South Pole is cold. Like, bone numbingly cold. But you get used to it after 17 years." Asami nodded, encouraging her to continue.

"Being the Avatar is awesome. It's the most incredible thing in the world. I have all of this power at my fingertips," Korra loosened up the more she talked. Asami could sense her relaxation and was glad the tension between them was melting.

"What about secretes?" Korra had hoped she would have forgotten about that. She blushed and stared at her boots. She picked at her pelt and mumbled.

"What was that?" Asami asked and tilted her head to hear Korra better.

Korra mumbled louder. Asami caught something that sounded like "I'm tickled by gnomes."

"Wait what?" Korra threw her head back, exasperated, and shouted "I'm terrified of storms!"

Asami blinked at the sudden outburst. "Really?"

"Yeah. Thunder Storms, hurricanes, you name it." Korra's blush deepened.

"But why?" How could this all-powerful being, this force of nature be afraid of a little weather? Asami couldn't wrap her head around it.

"I don't know," Korra admitted. "Aang nearly died in a hurricane. I think it's the part of him that lives on in me," she trailed off, no longer able to make eye contact.

Asami could feel Korra closing off again, so she dug through her past to find a traumatizing story to comfort the Avatar.

"I wet the bed until I was 10," she blurted. Korra whipped her head up and stared at Asami with big eyes. Then after an agonizing minute, she started howling with laughter. "Maybe that wasn't the best secret to tell," she thought as Korra rolled off the steps and continued to giggle hysterically on the ground.

"Okay, enough." Asami crossed her arms and pouted. Korra got up and brushed herself off. But as soon as she made eye contact with Asami, she broke into a fresh fit of laughter.

"Why would you tell me that?" Korra gasped between laughs. She still couldn't believe Ms. Perfect was a bed wetter. It was too rich.

"I had a condition!" Asami cried. This made Korra laugh harder.

"Just wait until I tell Mako!" Korra hooted. Asami took off one of her shoes and threw it at Korra's head. It bounced off her forehead, finally getting her attention.

"You better not, Avatar! Or I will kick your butt from here to the rain forest, where it's all thunder storms all the time!" Asami threatened.

Korra wiped the tears from her eyes and plopped back on the stairs next to her. "Lighten up Asami. I was only kidding." Asami frowned at her. Korra put a hand on her shoulder and sobered up completely. "Really. I would never do that to you, I promise. You're my friend."

Asami believed her. And she was thrilled that Korra already considered her a friend. She smiled and hugged Korra. Korra hesitated for a moment before hugging her back.

"I'm so glad we finally got a chance to bond!" Asami said excitedly.

"Me too."

I had a hard time coming up with a good secret for Asami. She's just perfect (hate her)

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