Title: Need for Speed
Pairing: None
Warning: Yeaaah, don't think there is one?
Summery: Asami feels it.
Rating: K
A/N: I like Asami. You gotta deal with it. Also, this is all headcanon here. (Also, Ari was a derp and posted this in the TLAB section first. Got a review there, so is just reposting over here, kay? Kay.)
She likes to go fast.
Hair blowing out behind her, Asami Sato drives her moped through the streets of Republic City at night; searching for the thrill that high speed gives her. It doesn't matter that she might be toeing the speed limit in some areas, as she knows that the fine is nothing her family can't afford. All that matters to her in times like this is the rush.
She's no bender, unable to create flames from her punches, move blocks of stone with a kick, or control the movement of water by gracefully sliding her hands through air. She's just a girl, desperate for the feeling of being alive.
Red lips, a monument of sorts to her dead mother, curve in a smile as Asami makes a tight turn, green eyes focusing on the other Satomobiles around her. It's a piece of cake for her to ease around them without losing her precious speed. The years of practice give her that much at least.
Her heart pounds, excitement courses through her veins, and she heads down another street.
Asami likes to go fast. It makes her feel like she's not a doll anymore.