Asami Sato - genius, billionare, one of Republic City's heroes. One more word and she would be close to a particular comic book superhero.
The heiress was loyal, both to her company and to her friends. The citizens of Republic City would not think of her as someone dishonest, dating someone behind her lover's back. Because she is dating the Avatar and she is an influential figure in the city - what more could she need? But even though she gave Korra her pleasant smiles, loving gazes, and burning touches, the Avatar have always known that she was not the only one receiving those from the young CEO.
"For how long did she know?" The heiress asked herself in a harsh whisper, looking at the cold, empty space beside her, sheets still ruffled from when the Avatar left in silent rage.
Asami have always known the ways of a noble. She was bred for the part seeing as both her parents are powerful figures in the business world. She has seen forced smiles, tired eyes, and suspicious glances. She have done those things - she still does, claiming that they are all included in the special recipe for an event's success. Though bustling with people and full of medley from bands, Asami was her loneliest in these events. The Avatar had accompanied her once or thrice, depends on the level of intoxication. She would often opt to have fun and drown the misery of not having her lover with bottles of foreign alcohol. She remembered when she was dating Mako that just a sniff of alcohol sickens her stomach. When she's without the Avatar, she would often hear herself mumbling "not anymore".
She always understood that Korra was a busy person. She travels the world and fights villains of all sorts on a daily basis. But it's not enough that she understood the Avatar's schedule- she also needs to be included there. "Am I not important enough?" She remembered asking Korra in a drunken stupor, when she landed on the balcony already past midnight.
She also understood that Korra does not have the world's most enduring patience. "Asami, I'm tired okay?" She remembered the Avatar walking away from her, one afternoon as she repeated the same question. It broke her heart that Korra was indecisive. That the wise Avatar does not know the answer.
She also understood that Korra has a lot of things in her mind. Being the Avatar, her duty was to protect the world. But sometimes, Asami wonders if she is still part of that world the Avatar is protecting. "Do you still love me, Korra?" She remembered whispering against the Avatar's raven locks, her hands trembling, hesistating to touch her lover as Korra's back was facing her. It was one of those nights that Korra actually went home on time and in bed with less agitation than usual. She remembered a slight rustle of their blanket as Korra turned and faced her. "Of course, 'Sami," Korra had said, her azure eyes lacking the luster that Asami have always loved.
It was always her answer, making Asami anxious with a thought inside her head that does not want to go away. 'Why can't she say the words?'
She remembered that she would either drown herself in work or in alcohol during those times that the Avatar would not come home. She tried coping with inventing and tinkering in her workshop, she tried working out in her gym, and she tried racing in the tracks around her estate - but none can make her heart any lighter.
Through all of her mess and fits of drunkenness, she met someone else. Someone that actually gave her the time she so desperately needed, the affection that she craved from her estranged lover. It was nothing sort of magical, a small part of her mind concluded that she was just drawn to this someone was because of utmost desperation. It was at a ball celebrating Varrick's and Zhu Li's third wedding anniversary.
A calling from the dance floor and several sly exchanges of smiles later, she was in the arms of General Iroh.