A/N Hello! This is my first Korrasami story. I was thrilled when it became canon and I've been hooked on Korrasami fanfiction ever since. I had this idea knocking around for a while, but I was struggling on how I wanted to go about it. Finally had a setting that I thought was pretty good so I went with it.

*(Also, see the note at the end of the chapter).*

Summary (best if read in the LOK announcer's voice):

On their way to Republic City to begin her air bending training, Korra and her parents were ambushed by the Red Lotus. The Red Lotus failed to kidnap Korra, but her memory was lost due to trauma. Seven years later, the world has just about lost hope, believing the Avatar has once again vanished.

Chapter 1: Knocked Down

"No! We will not let you take her!"

"She must come with us. Balance must be restored."

"We'd rather die then let her fall into your hands!"

"So be it…"

"NO!"

I woke up with my ears ringing, ringing like an explosion had been set off around me. It was the same dream again. No, not dream, nightmare.

Naga whimpered at me from her spot across my lap.

"It's ok girl, I'm fine." I ran my hand across her head soothingly as I tried to calm myself down. It worked for a minute or two until she turned her head towards the door and growled. Shortly after came a loud pounding.

"Get up you lazy freeloader. It's time to get to work."

"Alright, alright, I'm coming Jin. You don't have to yell." I replied loudly as I got out of bed and rushed to throw on my clothes and ran a hand through my short, messy hair. I opened the door to the fat, balding man whose face was losing the red it just recently held from exertion.

"Yea well you ain't got to yell all damned day either. My ladies are tryna sleep." Jin huffed and walked back into the house. It wasn't so much a house, but more like a tenement.

"Whatever," I mumbled as I lowered my gaze and felt my face redden from embarrassment. It was hardly a secret I had a tendency to scream because of my nightmares. It wasn't like I could help it.

"Afternoon Korra."

"Ginger," I nodded to her, "how'd you sleep?"

"A lot better than you apparently," the true-to-her-name haired diva smirked and nudged my shoulder teasingly as I took a seat next to her in the kitchen.

I groaned in response and let my head drop with a thud to the table.

"Hey don't worry kid, we're used to it. Besides, I think if I got any more beauty sleep, I'd be too pretty to buy. And cheer up, Xiang made your favorite."

I bolted upright in my seat at that, "Hampake sandwich?"

"You know it, hon." Xiang, a short, lanky man with a bit of a high pitched voice and our self-designated house cook, set down a plate in front of me.

I picked up my fork and greedily dug into the dish, a slice of ham between two pancakes and drizzled with sweet sauce.

"Jeez why don't I get a special dish?" Ginger huffed and crossed her arms over her ample chest.

"Oh please, don't even try girl. We both know you get plenty special treatment. And do you know how expensive lobster is?" Xiang flicked her with water from the sink as he cleaned up the dishes.

"Excuses, excuses. Whatever, I gotta go get ready." Ginger placed a kiss on the top of my head as she left the kitchen.

"Eat up, tonight's supposed to be a busy night," Xiang said as he was finishing up.

"Why what's going on?" I asked through a mouth full of food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, hon. Apparently, the daughter of the head Future Industries has returned from finishing at some prestigious school. He's throwin' some big shindig and holding a special pro bending tournament to celebrate. So you know what that means, tonight it's gonna be a hump 'em…"

"And dump 'em," I finished after I was done chewing and had wiped my mouth on the cloth Xiang set down. I got up and went to wash my plate as Xiang ruffled my hair on his way out.

We all had our own routine here. The girls and Xiang all primped and prepped themselves while I fed and walked Naga. Afterwards, I prepared the lounge by setting out the drinks, tidying the pillows, drawing the curtains, and lighting the candles while everyone else gets into place for the boss' nightly prep talk.

"Alright I hope everyone is ready for tonight. We're gonna have perverts coming in from all over. We're gonna have big wigs, pro bending fans, and regulars alike, and the lot of them will be drunk off their moneybag cushioned asses. So Korra," Jin paused and pointed his sausage finger at me, "be on your toes. Everyone else, hump 'em and dump 'em. Get their money, get them out, and get on to the next one. Quick as you can. Clear?"

"Yes boss," everyone answered.

I put Naga on her leash by the door. Jin liked to call her his "negotiator" so she could stay in the lounge during business hours. Basically, if a guest was being particularly difficult, I'd let Naga scare him a little. I took my place next to her and crossed my arms as usual. I was pretty much the muscleman. I made sure guests didn't get too rowdy and I showed them the exit if they didn't calm down. The rare times someone tried to skip out on paying, I had the pleasure of showing them the hospitality of my fists.

One of the ladies put on the record player and soon, customers began arriving. One by one, men were escorted upstairs and the sounds of soft moans and thumps filtered into the air. The night was still early, so I used this time to drift off into my thoughts.

I've been living here since I was ten. Jin's old lady took me in off the streets, said she found me and Naga just wandering the city, dripping head to toe with tears in my eyes, with only the knowledge of Naga's name and my own. Jin's mother housed me and took care of me. She made the shed connected to the building into a room for me so I wasn't exposed to the business she ran, until she passed that is. As soon as she did, Jin decided it was time I earned my stay, first by cleaning and cooking, then by making me security. We have a kind of mutual dislike for each other though. I think it's because his mom put all her time into raising me, even though he was well enough an adult by the time I came into the picture.

"Korra!" I was jolted out of my thoughts by Ginger's yell.

"He's getting away!" She pointed to a tall man with wavy black hair making a dash down the stairs and out the kitchen door.

"Shit, come on Naga." I untied her and we took off after the man. When we got outside, I saw him hop over the back wall. I jumped on Naga and we chased him. He weaved through alleys until finally making his way out to a main street. We knocked into a stall or two and maybe bumped into a few people, but finally I caught sight of a tub of water out of the corner of my eye. I quickly bent the water from the tub and iced the running man's legs. I hopped off Naga and started to make my way to the man.

"I got you now motherfu-oof!" I felt something hard and metallic ram into my side, knocking me to the ground a few feet away.

"Ugh fuck that hurt," I groaned as I slowly sat up. I glanced over to where I had frozen the man only to see him bend the ice around his legs, free himself, and take off.

"Oh my spirits, I am so sorry. I didn't even see you. Let me help you up." A person wearing a motorcycle helmet ran up to me and took my arm, helping me to my feet.

"No, no it's my fault. I should've looked before running through the street," I said as I glanced around the crowd for the wavy-haired man. I let out a heavy sigh when there was no sign of him.

"Are you hurt?" The motorcyclist asked as they fussed with their helmet. I looked down at myself and saw there was a tear in my shirt where the bike had made impact and a cut there, but it was small and didn't look like it was deep at all.

"It's just a scratch, I'll liv-" the rest of my words dried up in my throat as the driver finally got off their helmet to reveal the most breathtaking woman I had ever seen, and believe me, I've seen a lot of women. She had long, luscious-looking black hair, ruby red petal lips, and vibrant emerald eyes that practically sparkled from the streetlights.

The lady smirked at me as if she knew exactly why I had cut off, but her expression quickly turned back to one of concern as she inspected my side.

"Are you sure? I swear you were airborne for a good foot from that hit," Her hand brushed against my side and I hissed at the contact. Naga then came over and sniffed at it.

"I'm fine really, thanks for your concern though. Most people probably would've just turned around and said they thought they hit a giant ratgull." I pet Naga to reassure her as the woman chuckled at my attempt to lighten the situation.

"Well let me give you a ride, it's the least I can do."

"I would, but I have to get my polar bear dog home anyways," I said as I patted Naga's side. I then hoisted myself up, and tried not to wince.

"Is there anything I can do for you? I just feel so terrible."

"Well, I doubt my friends are going to believe me when I tell them a gorgeous woman knocked me off my feet," I trailed off in suggestion.

She laughed and took out a scrap of paper and a pen out from her satchel and scribbled on it.

"Here, give me a call if you need someone to confirm your story." She handed me the paper, put her helmet back on, and, with a wave, sped off on her motorcycle.

I urged Naga to go home and looked down at the paper with a smile.

Asami…

A/N Well I liked how that turned out, I hope you did too. If anyone can guess why I made the title what it is, you'll get extra cool points just saying.

Also just in case you're confused, this story does take place in the regular show setting (like it's not modern etc.). If I screw up and make you confused, I apologize, but I am trying to stick to that era in time.

*Ok so I've been reading a lot of Omegaverse stories and I do like them. I'm unsure whether or not I wanted this story to be Omegaverse. Do you have a preference? Would you think it would be pretty awesome if this was an Omegaverse story? Or nah? Let me know cause I'm really torn.*

Until next time.