AN: I do not know what this is. As this is a parody (a bad one at that) I hope that it's treated as such.
Warning: I have no shame at the fact that I am trash, which this likely is as well. I apologize in advance. Now I feel like I have to dig a hole (Earthbending would be really helpful right now) and hide in there for a few days.
Disclaimer: I own nothing (at all), even some of the words below. Some lines were taken direction from the show, while others have been edited somewhat.
Love is a funny thing. Sometimes it flourishes over years of friendship and other times it skips all that and just hits you like a truck. And sometimes, such as in the case of our story here, it's a little bit of both. It started in an industrial part of Republic City where Mako attempts the silly but common practice of crossing the street without looking both ways.
And, as luck had it, Mako was soon run over. Fortunately, he was only run over by a moped. Once driven by one Asami Sato. Upon hitting him, Asami quickly hopped off her moped to check if he was all right. "Oh, no! I'm so sorry. I didn't see you." She over to him and took of her helmet.
"How could you not see me?" Mako questioned as he rubbed the back of his head. He wasn't in too bad of a shape to be honest. If anything had been hurt it would have been his pride. "I mean, I was…" His words stumbled out of his mouth once he decided to look up. Any anger he might have felt disappeared at the mere sight of her throwing her hair back. She was absolutely beautiful, gorgeous. And Mako, well Mako couldn't put more than two words together. "I was, I… I… That was…"
She grabbed onto his arm and helped him get to his feet. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you? I am such an idiot."
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Mako assured her as he dusted himself off. "My brother hits me harder than that every day in practice."
And then right there it hit her. Realization that is, Asami was not hit but a moped as well. "Wait, I recognize you. You're Mako, right? You play for the Fire Ferrets!" she practically squealed. "Avatar Korra's part of your team, isn't she? I saw her in your last match. She was so amazing!"
"Uh… yeah, that's me and Korra just joined up the other night."
"Wow, that must have been something. And I am so embarrassed about all this. My name's Asami," she introduced herself, extending her hand out to shake his. "Let me make this up to you somehow. How about I treat you to dinner? Tomorrow night, eight o' clock, Kwong's Cuisine. You can tell me all about Korra," Asami all but ordered as she went back to her moped.
"Uh, Kwong's? I don't have any clothes nice enough for a place that classy."
"I'll take care of that. All you need to do is show up. So… it's a date?"
"Uh… Yeah, I guess so. I'll see you tomorrow night." It definitely wasn't a date.
But it sure looked like one. A nice fancy restaurant, a table for two; anyone would have guessed that it was a date. Mako sure did. "I'm such a big Pro-Bending fan. I caught all of your matches this season. And I'm definitely looking forward to seeing more of Korra." As an aside, it should be noted that Asami wanted to see more of Korra not only in terms of Pro-Bending but also… well, suffice it to say that she wanted to see more of her.
"All of them? Wow! Honestly, there were a few I wish you hadn't seen."
"Don't be ridiculous. You're amazing, and so is Korra," she told him, while emphasizing the part about Korra. "I can't wait to see you play in the tournament." Mostly she wanted to see Korra play, but Mako wasn't half bad.
"Yeah, well ah… Maybe next year."
"What do you mean? You made it in."
"It just isn't in the cards for us right now," Mako vaguely explained.
Asami reassuring placed her hand over Mako's, hoping that he'd be open enough to talk to her, and to also not read into things too much; because hand-holding was definitely not a sure sign of romantic feelings. "Tell me. What's the problem?" she asked him.
"We don't have the cash to ante up for the championship pot," Mako explained to her. "So, it looks like we're out of the running."
"That's not fair."
At that moment a server came over and present them with two plates covered with silver domes. "Pardon me, Ms. Sato," he addressed her. "Your main course." Mako's eyes grew wide at the mention of her name.
"Ms. Sato?" he questioned. "You wouldn't happen to be related to Hiroshi Sato, creator of the Satomobile?
"Yeah; he's my dad."
"Get out of town!"
"I'm serious. You want to meet him?" she offered casually after taking a sip of her drink.
"Meet the most successful captain of industry in all of Republic City? Yeah, I'll take you up on that." And just like that, Asami's plan fell into place, which was completely and utterly transparent and not at all evil. Granted, it could be seen as evil depending on how one looked at it and… that's not even important, nor the point.
Anyway the following day, after having talk with her dad in which she explicitly explained to him that she was not at all interested in Mako, she brought Mako over to her father's factory. After introducing the two of them, she had her dad tell Mako the good news of how he'd be sponsoring their team. And with that settled, it was only natural for Asami to invite Mako to the gala Tarrlok was throwing for the Avatar.
Korra was bound to be there, it was in honor after all. Asami took a good bit of time to make herself look perfect just in case. Of course she didn't really consider how Mako would read into things but she was a bit too preoccupied with other things, namely her chance to meet Korra, to really think about that. That was all she could really think about, all she could dream about.
And, as luck would have it, Asami's dream would come true. Tarrlok had just finished introducing Korra to her father, and Hiroshi in turned introduced Korra to Asami. "This is my daughter, Asami," he said while gesturing to her.
"It's so lovely to meet you," Asami swooned. "Mako's told me so much about you."
"Technically you asked about her," Mako muttered out before Asami elbowed him in the gut. No need to let everybody know about that. Thankfully, it seemed like Korra hadn't heard a word he had spoken.
"Really?" Or maybe, based off the bite in Korra's tone, Asami shouldn't have been thankful. "Because he hasn't mentioned you at all. How did you two meet?" Bolin jumped in to explain and upon hearing that Mako had been hit by a moped, Korra's hostility ceased immediately and was quickly replaced with concern for Mako's well-being. Needless to say, this first meeting could have gone better. At the very least though, Korra didn't blame Asami for running Mako over. That could have ended badly… and it would have made an awful story and a short one too.
So there was that. Asami still had a chance, and as you all should know, she's not the kind of girl to give up so easily.
AN: If by some chance someone actually enjoys this, I will update this. If not, I'll just write for my own personal amusement.
Also, I wanted to add the carriage scene, but I think I'll put that at the beginning of the next chapter (if there is one) And if you have suggestions or specific scenes that you'd like to see included at some point, feel free to tell me.