Story: Won't Forgive You (But I Hope You Still Love Me)
Summary: "You are the greatest thing I have ever created."
Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Family
Chapter: One Shot? Drabble? Eh.
Pairing: None since this is a family story
A/N-I loved the scene Asami had with her father.
No words were said as she grabbed the neatly stacked letters from her purse.
Hiroshi opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he couldn't find the strength to do so.
They exchanged glances across the table. He had his hand extended to hers and for one split second, Asami almost took it. Almost.
But her face was too reluctant and she silently withdrew her pale hand out of his reach. He frowned though he knew she was more hurt then he was.
Asami felt hot tears bubbling to escape and she wiped them hastily.
Don't cry
(I have to)
Don't cry
(I have to)
The voice constantly ranged in her head. She needed to get this visit over with. Asami held a longing gaze at her father. He smiled weakly as if her staring at him was a good sign. It wasn't.
"Stop sending me letters."
"Asami," he pleaded,"please."
She shook her head and leaned off the edge of her seat. Her body turned slightly towards the exit. Asami's hair blocked her face. She heard him sigh and she glanced back at the exit, ready to leave.
"You're the one thing I look back on...that makes me smile. I just want you to know I'm so proud of you Asami."
Asami released her tears and they trickled down onto the floor. There was no need to hide them anymore.
Hiroshi smiled sweetly at his daughter. His only child.
He sounded remorseful. "You are the greatest thing I have ever created."
He painfully watched her run away, noting how deadly the quietness was in the room after her departure.
The sun shined bright today as citizens enjoyed their afternoon at Avatar Korra Park. Kids played and laughed, others walked on the bridge, and some folks casually strolled through it.
Nobody seemed to notice Asami Sato sitting on the stone bench, head in her hands, sobbing.
And she was glad nobody recognized her. If they did she'd have to put on a façade, faking her happiness and would feel obligated to tell them off. Politely, of course.
You are the greatest thing I have ever created.
His words repeated themselves for a brief moment while she devoted herself to the child and her dad playing Pai Sho. The young girl had won and ran, jumping into her dad's arms. They laughed, both clearly loving each other dearly. Asami smiles.
She recalls her and Hiroshi doing the same thing years ago. She sighed in defeat knowing their relationship would never be the same again and she vaguely wonders why.
Why did he have a hatred for benders?
Why did he have to lie to her?
Why did he think she would blindly believe in his cause?
And she knows the answers to these questions like the back of her hand. She won't forgive him, but she had to fix this before it was too late.
She forced herself to trek the walk again to the prison.
When she gets there, Hiroshi studies her momentarily in his chair. His face looks conflicted, torn between two sides, and she's not sure why and doesn't care but lets the thought slip away to the furthest corner of her mind.
Don't cry
(I don't have to)
Don't cry
(I don't have to)
Asami sits down, straightens out her skirt and faces her father. She spoke in her usual business tone.
"I'm not sure I'll ever be able to forgive you, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't try."
She pulled out an old Pai Sho board and layed it across the wooden table. She smiled lightly.
"We could play Pai Sho the way we used to."
So began the start on mending their broken ties. She wouldn't forgive him, not yet.
But soon.