Author's Disclaimer: I don't own a thing belonging to "The Legend of Korra"! Not a damn thing :P
Author's Notes: This is a sequel story to "Watching." While this and that are both set in a "normal" style universe for "The Legend of Korra", I don't consider these ladies any kind of "normal" as it were. I put elements of omegaverse-style in the dream sequences before and found a way to make it shift to reality in a way in the Spirit World. Not really an omegaverse story even with that certain cave, but there you go ^_^
Got it? Not an omegaverse story. But there's a place in the Spirit World that can, well, bend that way.
Okay. Good. On with the show! Beginning in the aftermath of the attack and rebuilding; the trial has begun. If Kuvira doesn't get the death penalty (and a lot of people will be pushing for it) she'd be lucky to just get life. I don't work in the judicial system but let's hope my love of crime shows can make a convincing scene or two. I did used to work in law enforcement and some of that leaks through to descriptions.
"Waiting"
Chapter one "The Trial begins"
Kuvira had been awake before dawn, washed and ready to go. Her long hair had been tied back in a loose bun, bangs falling into her lifeless eyes. Yesterday, Chief Beifong had been all too happy to take the tattered remains of her green uniform away and now she was clad in a simple inmate uniform of grey pants with an elastic band (no belt to possibly bend the metal in) and a drab grey top. It was a simple top that she pulled over her head. Without any clasps or elaborate fastenings, she was dressed in a matter of under a minute.
Breakfast had been delivered, all too hastily in Kuvira's opinion, and she had set her platinum tray back in the slot of her cell door, waiting for further instruction.
She tugged the top toward the waistband of her pants. Kuvira sighed as the fabric pulled against the bandages wrapped around her sides. She hadn't taken to wearing a breast band as she was so tightly bandaged. She hoped Beifong would allow another healer to take a look at her ribs.
Not that she'd see what good that would do. Kuvira tried to take a deep breath, and felt a rattling in her chest. She slowly exhaled and leaned on the cot against the cement wall. She pressed a hand against her side.
"We're going to the court room now, Great Uniter! Get your ass up, face the wall." Five officers were present, their usual metal armor breastplates removed. They wore matching ones of platinum. All metal had been stripped from their outfits and shoes. Kuvira blinked tiredly at the men.
She rose and faced the wall, keeping her hands up toward her head. She heard the cell door slide open and two men flanked her on either side, grasping her arms. She tried not to wince at how her sides protested at the rough treatment. She exhaled, allowing her mind to go to blankness.
Platinum cuffs circled her wrists, trapping her arms in front, and platinum leg restraints were attached to her ankles. Kuvira was able to take small shuffling steps; a long stride would have made her trip. She turned and shuffled out with the officers who watched her like eagle-hawks, certain to watch for any sudden movements.
Kuvira's simple thin shoes scuffed the cement as they made their way to an antechamber to await a police truck for transportation. There was metal on the vehicle and at Kuvira's raised brow, the officers all flanked her, and gave her dirty looks.
"Just try it," one old man said softly. Kuvira sighed. At the courthouse, she was kept in a side chamber with the officers as the bigwigs and spectators took their place inside the courtroom. Kuvira's mind flopped over and nervousness surged through her belly.
Opal had promised to be there, but if she was there, the rest of her family very well might be. Kuvira had no qualms about Suyin Beifong's desire to see her pay for her crimes, and suddenly she hoped the rest of Su's children wouldn't be there. What if Baatar Jr. had to give a statement? Would she have to gaze at the young man she had tried to kill?
In the face of that, Kuvira hoped Opal wouldn't come. 'She won't ever love a killer like you,' her mind argued. 'Accept that.' Kuvira bowed her head. Besides, if Opal came, Korra was sure to come, and if Korra came, Asami Sato might come with her.
At some point, she knew the Sato heiress was going to have to take the stand against her. She HAD killed her father after all. Kuvira cringed in on herself, blinking tiredly. She really should have stayed at Zaofu. Maybe Suyin did know what she was doing when she refused to take command….
"Kuvira! Rise," Chief Beifong strode into the chamber, growling. Her officers flanked the grey-clad inmate and they all walked into the court room.
The seats were filled with people. Kuvira blinked as she was walked down the main corridor to a small boxed in area near the front. She recognized bigwigs like Tenzin and President Raiko sitting near the front. Her eyes scanned the front row and she didn't know whether to be disappointed or thrilled when she noted a line of airbenders, Opal among them. The young Beifong's eyes met hers and Kuvira had to look away. She sat in the chair indicated and was surrounded on all sides by officers with platinum batons in their belts.
A chorus of hisses and detriment rained down on Kuvira. She tried not to slouch in her chair. She forced herself to keep her spine rigid and her posture straight. Her eyes flicked to the judge front and center in his stand.
He was an older man, white beard trimmed in a neat fork at the chin. His black judge's robes billowed as he sat down and arranged his writing tools.
"All rise!" he bellowed. Kuvira heard what sounded like hundreds of chairs scraping back as the entire courtroom rose to their feet. She was nudged hard by one of the officers. She tried not to wince as her ribs pulsed with pain.
"On your feet!" he hissed. Kuvira rose swiftly. The movement was graceful, but her lungs were on fire. She fixed her eyes on the small beads of perspiration on the judge's forehead.
"The trial of The World Vs. Kuvira the Great Uniter will begin," the judge intoned. Kuvira blinked as everyone sat back down. She followed. She wondered if Suyin had been responsible for excluding the name Beifong from her title. When she had been somewhat adopted by her, it used to be her last name…..
'And now it begins…' Kuvira thought. The judge began with a list of dates, when she first left Zaofu, when she first took back Ba Sing Se and began mobilizing through the surrounding provinces of the Earth Kingdom. Kuvira blinked.
"Suyin Beifong, please take the stand," the judge bellowed. Kuvira felt a twinge of fear combined with guilt. She blinked and the grey-haired mother of her foster siblings strode toward the stand. Her green robes flowed and her eyes were unkind and unflinching as they darted toward her. Kuvira tried not to cringe. She tried not to show any outward sign of emotion, but secretly she was beyond dismayed.
Suyin had been the only mother she had ever known and she hated her.
'Well, it's not like you didn't do enough to cause that.' Her inner voice was starting to get on her nerves.
"Kuvira did take several of my metalbenders and financers from Zaofu, as well as my eldest son," Suyin said. She was obviously trying to hold onto her composure. Kuvira almost did slouch at the murderous stare she shot her way. "I was asked by President Raiko and Tenzin to take command of a unit to stabilize the Earth Kingdom. I refused. Kuvira took back the capital and asserted herself as command leader."
"Yes," the judge agreed. "And her methods for uniting the provinces with Ba Sing Se?"
"Extortion. Blackmail. Bribery. And execution." Suyin's stare was murderous. Kuvira blinked and looked to the side.
The trial went on for another hour or so with a break in between. Kuvira was glad Chief Beifong wouldn't allow anyone near her. The officers she had assigned stuck to her like glue.
Kuvira was dismayed to see the Avatar approaching the row of officers. She blinked and watched the Water Tribe woman lean close toward the chief. Lin Beifong shook her head sharply at her but Korra flashed a reassuring smile toward Kuvira.
And then the only other face of assurance was gone. Scowls met her gaze and Kuvira tried to focus on the far wall.
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"Your aunt says she's being moved to a heavy-duty unit. She has to stay at the prison in the mountain outside of the city," Korra whispered to Opal. The airbender frowned.
"She hasn't been sentenced yet. Isn't that alittle extreme?" Opal whispered. Bolin slung an arm around her shoulders. Opal pressed into his side.
Korra sighed. "I think it's for her own safety. They've constructed new platinum cells, so she can't get out. And metalbenders can't get in to her."
Opal's eyes flashed with worry. "I suppose you have a point…"
"It'll be okay," Bolin tried to assure his girlfriend. "It's for her own good."
Opal sighed. Korra was just glad the first day went off without a hitch. There were several protestors outside of the court house and several baskets of fruits and vegetables had been confiscated from the ruly mob. Korra felt bad for Beifong's officers who were pressed to watching everything at every moment, to not allow any harm to come to their charge, and also to keep order.
"It is….I'm going to see Asami for lunch. Will you guys be okay?" Korra asked. Opal nodded.
"I want to see the closing statements for today….they're just piling up all the evidence. The trial could go on for weeks," Opal complained.
"It's the biggest one in history so far," Bolin wondered. Korra waved to her friends and left the court room. The crowds outside hailed her and several reporters peppered her with questions.
"Avatar Korra! Can you tell us your opinion?"
"Is the Great Uniter getting the death penalty?"
"Or is it merely life behind bars?!"
Korra winced and fought a headache away. She gave a friendly wave but gently pushed her way through the throngs.
"No comment. No comment!" she called. She learned that was the best thing to say to keep a neutral face. Finally, she broke free and took off at a sprint. She would never be as good at the air scooter as Tenzin's kids, but Korra had left her glider at the Sato mansion, and she wanted to get away fast.
As she airbended away, Korra hoped Asami was in good spirits. The trial had to bring up her surging grief over her father's murder. Korra sighed and headed toward the Future Industry offices.
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"Your father's old partners and share-holders have sent their regards. We should send them the date for the funeral," Chen said. Asami cleared her throat. She had done just fine with looking through the arrangements she and her CFO had drawn up. Really, she couldn't put it off together. Her father's remains had been seen by the coroner, not that there was much to analyze. They really should cremate them in the Fire Nation fashion and store his ashes at the plot her father had picked out in the city.
Her father had picked it out for her and her future family and other Sato descendants, even though the ancestral plot was on a small Fire Nation island. Asami rubbed two fingers between her brows.
"Dad said he wanted to be stored here in Republic City, with my mother. Who will speak at the funeral?" she asked Chen. The rotund man smoothed his fingers over his long beard.
"I will, if you wish. You should say a few words, but if it proves too difficult, I or Toshiko can supply enough of a eulogy. Whatever you prefer, Miss Asami," he offered. Asami blinked through her dampening eyes.
"Thank you…."
When Korra knocked on her office door, she wanted to fall into her arms and weep her frustrations away. But Korra was polite, greeted Chen, and he finally left them alone. Korra sat on the edge of the desk and patted the spot next to her.
"How's your day going?" she asked with a lop-sided grin. Asami smiled and sat next to her. She wore a long skirt and crossed her legs.
"Alright so far…. We were going over funeral arrangements…."
On cue, Korra slung her arm around Asami's shoulders and pulled her to her side. "When's the day?" she asked softly.
"We haven't set a date yet….maybe a couple of weeks," Asami said.
Korra harrumphed. "That's around when my parents want to visit….. We can put them off."
"No, they should visit. Besides, your dad can't wait to stay with us," Asami had to give a soft smile. "Might take my mind off of things."
"Okay….I just know it'll be a stressful time."
"Well, that's why I have you. You're to take the edge off all of my stress…." Asami's hand went high along Korra's thigh. She shivered.
"Well, until my parents arrive. I've never done anything improper around them," Korra pouted. Asami leaned close and kissed her earlobe. Korra shivered.
"You won't be doing anything improper around them. Just with me, alone in our room…. Or the pool. I know how you get all bothered when we swim," Asami teased.
Korra slid her fingers into Asami's hair and pulled her close for a kiss.
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Kuvira sighed as she was marched between the rows of officers. The platinum restraints still entrapped her wrists and ankles and she tried not to wince at the fast shuffling steps she had to take. They were outside the mountain prison just outside of Republic City, and she tried not to sigh at the familiar feel of the earth and stone around her. The officers were all tensed, watching for any bending from her. But Kuvira played along with their rules.
She wanted her sentencing to be over so she would know how to govern the rest of her life or what she had to look forward to, if anything. Despite herself, Kuvira's neck felt tense enough to snap off. Her muscles were utterly locked and gripped with stress. She wondered if she were going to be sentenced to die, what the noose would feel like, how long a fall it would be to never see any of the people she cared about suffering with her existing….
Opal's wide green eyes flashed in mind as Kuvira was led into the cavernous corridors and into a metal elevator. The officers almost bent double in strong stances, threatening her if she chose to bend the elements around them. When the double doors opened into the tall but short room that would be her cell, Kuvira felt so twitchy she was sure it showed on her face.
The entire room was made of platinum, from floor to ceiling. There was a thin strip of stuffing that may pass for a cot on the floor, with two thin green blankets folded on top. Kuvira had heard there were new cells specifically for metalbenders, but seeing it and stepping into it was another matter. She felt so utterly lost and adrift without a touch of earth and stone.
The officers unfastened her wrist restraints, but left the ankle ones on.
When Kuvira made to ask why, Beifong pushed into the cell, letting the officers guard the door behind her. "It's for your behavior for your first days here. If you don't try any escapes or foolish tricks, we'll remove those too. It's not like you're going anywhere," she added with a sneer of the lip.
Kuvira bent her head, acknowledging her words, but inside she was sighing. No use in seething over the slight. It really wasn't like she COULD get out of here if she wanted to.
"Of course," she murmured. Beifong paused to glance over her shoulder at the downcast woman.
"It's about time you learned manners. But don't expect to learn it from my niece anytime soon," she warned. Kuvira's mind went dark at her words. She remained standing until everyone filed out and locked the platinum door.
Kuvira almost went to make a wide step and faltered, almost falling on her face. She hastily made small shuffles to the cot and sat down. She stretched her long legs in front of her, ankle restraints clinging slightly. She pushed her pants legs up and regarded the platinum obstructions.
Peeing was going to be difficult. Kuvira ignored the toilet in the corner of the cell and sat upright, closing her eyes.
Korra said meditation helped clear the mind, but it was Opal she focused on. Opal's green eyes, her adorable blushes, her short curled hair and full figure…. Kuvira swallowed. Before she could focus on anything tantalizing, a memory invaded the image.
Baatar Junior in his boxer shorts, taking off his glasses and striding toward her. She hadn't been in love with him, but their interactions were more than enjoyable for the time. And he seemed to put up with her escapades with the young female officers in her army. He really did want her to have everything she wanted, even if it wasn't him most of the time.
He was going to have to be judged sometime. And Kuvira was not looking forward to seeing him across a court room. She wanted to apologize and she wanted to flee forever.
No way his sister would want anything to do with her. She feared and dreaded he himself was still in love with her as Opal said, despite her harsh decision to end him along with the Avatar and everyone else.
"You shouldn't love me…." Kuvira muttered under her breath. Suddenly tears filled her eyes as the old hurt of her parents abandoning her plagued her mind. Only in truly desperate moments did that old fear and hurt return and it struck her heart with a wallop. Kuvira wheezed, trying to keep tears from spilling out of her eyes.
Her parents didn't want her….Suyin hated her….. she had discarded her erstwhile fiancée just like she had been abandoned….. he shouldn't love her as it was. Her own parents certainly hadn't…..
Kuvira lowered her face to her upturned knees and cried silently. No, Opal was better off with that boyfriend of hers. She didn't want to help carry the mess that was her heart.
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"Day one over with. Hey, do you want the rest of these dumplings?" Bolin asked. Opal moved around his and Mako's small kitchen in a green bed robe, her hair damp from a bath. Bolin wore only his boxer shorts and a sly smile. She liked the play of muscle along his sides and chest, but Kuvira's bent figure wouldn't leave her mind. What was going on?
"I'm glad Tenzin is allowing the airbenders to bear witness. He wants a calming influence over those there," she said. Bolin sat at the table, setting the dumplings out on a china plate. Opal poured them both tea and sat opposite.
"Is that why he's letting you sleep over?" he wondered. Opal gave a sly smile.
"I think we're all too busy to worry about curfews for Air Temple Island," she grinned. Bolin wagged a finger at her and Opal was glad their old camaraderie was at play. Bolin did make her feel so at ease with that effortless way he cared about those he loved. She should be lucky to have him.
And she did. But strange feelings quaked in Opal's heart everytime she reflected on her visits with Kuvira. She was so lost and hurt…..she was resigned to die! Opal couldn't let that happen. She knew Korra wouldn't either.
'What am I going to do about her?' Opal wondered silently. Bolin finished chewing a dumpling and winked at her. Opal gave a soft smile, but her heart was in flutters.
Mako was actually out, on a date and not work. They were both glad for him and she couldn't wait to spread the news to Korra and Asami so they could get in on the ribbing.
"When is Mako coming home?" Opal asked. Bolin blushed slightly.
"At least a couple of hours…..do you want to go to bed?" he asked softly. Opal blushed. She did, and she didn't. Kuvira's sad eyes were in her mind. But she focused on Bolin's muscular forearms as he leaned toward her over the table. She leaned up and closed her eyes as Bolin kissed her. Her eyes opened when Bolin stood, walked around the table and gently picked her up in his arms.
Opal slung her arms around his neck and kissed the side of his neck. When Bolin carried her into his bedroom and laid her on his bed, she pulled him down with her. Bolin was smiling so much, she felt bad for stopping their touches.
"Bo, wait…..can we just hold each other?" she asked. Bolin leaned on his side. He tugged at the waistband of his boxers and Opal blushed, noticing how the fabric tented. He nodded though, eyes soft.
"It's okay…. Come here," he smiled. Opal's heart softened. Bolin was a really good guy and never pushed her to anything. She felt kind of bad for putting off sex. She fell into his kisses and was assured when Bolin merely enfolded her in his strong arms.
But Opal couldn't help wondering when she'd be able to see Kuvira again.
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Kuvira shivered. The corridors she wandered were frozen walls of ice. She didn't know if she was back at the South Pole, but she should have known she was dreaming. The night before she had been locked into a new platinum cell at the mountain prison outside of Republic City. How she got out and to the icy caverns was beyond her. She just went with the journey, as dreams were wont to make you do.
The stone rooms she passed were intriguing glimpses to her past that should have told Kuvira she was definitely dreaming. In one, a skinny child with a long black braid cried as she walked along a train track, seeking help. In another, a younger Suyin was practicing forms with her.
In another, she was standing before a province magistrate, taking his vow of loyalty as he knelt before her. In another, the steam of her private train car longed to melt the ice from the stone walls as she twined with three women.
A surge of heat flooded between her thighs at the sight and the memory. That had been a very pleasurable afternoon after a near death experience taking down three teams of bandits along the valley they had crossed. Her corporals had carried her off and against all odds, they were without major injuries. Baatar was busy with the engineers, so she had selected three sergeants to accompany her in relaxing. They had gone eagerly, Kuvira knowing from first-hand experience the loyalty they had for her. They were open and wet for her, but they weren't Opal Beifong.
Kuvira blushed as she padded along the icy stone floor. She felt the cold through her thin shoes and the cold seemed to seep into her thin inmate uniform. The caverns steered to a sharp right and she ducked into the last corridor. A small pool of water waited to the far corner, and in the other corner, Opal waited, spread naked across a pile of her clothing. Kuvira started, eyes wide as they dipped down to her full breasts, stared at the erect nipples, scanned down the pout of her belly and inward to her wet opening thighs.
"You've been waiting for this," Opal purred. Her short hair was slightly damp as if she'd come out of a warm spring somewhere. Her body was flushed with heat and arousal though. "Hurry up and wash off and come here….."
Kuvira shed her inmate clothes in the span of seconds and she stepped into the pool of water, shrieking at the cold temperature. "Shit!" she found herself cursing.
Opal purred and arched her back, putting herself on display. Kuvira found herself scrambling out to join her, damp hair clinging to her neck. When she stepped out, she gaped down between her legs. A cock pushed out between her thighs, heated and throbbing. Kuvira touched it and bit her lip at the sensation. Opal sat up and grinned.
"Get inside me NOW," she ordered. Kuvira hurried to take her into her arms. Their mouths crashed in a hungry kiss and Kuvira was moaning into her mouth as she fit between Opal's thighs perfectly. She focused on the look of pleasure on Opal's face as she began to push inside her.
"Oh, Vira," Opal moaned against her neck. Kuvira's heart surged as she gave a testing thrust. The sensations of being gripped by clinging warmth were enough to undo her. They moved against each other, panting and shrieking as they spiraled higher and higher…..
A crash of platinum on platinum jolted Kuvira from her dream. The door slot to her cell was being forced open and the morning tray was in the slot, waiting for her to take it so the officer could close the area.
"Kuvira! Breakfast! Take the tray already!" the female officer sounded positively irate. Kuvira jolted to her feet, and almost tripped. She had been woken from pleasure so suddenly, she forgot her ankles were still restrained. She shuffled closer, ignoring the look of amusement on the officer's face, and took the tray. A paper cup of cold tea as well as a stale bun and a bowl of soggy jook awaited her. Kuvira nodded and shuffled back to the cot with the platinum tray.
It hadn't been her first dream of physical shifting and taking a woman. Far from it. But there was something utterly real about the dream that haunted Kuvira's mind. Okay, penis bending aside, there was the pleasure of taking Opal. She couldn't kid herself she wasn't in love with her. Maybe all she had were these dreams, but she would take any hint of warmth that she could.
Before she was executed for the waiting public, that was.
Kuvira ladled up a spoonful of jook and winced at the flavor. It was overly salty, and the liquid dribbled off the plastic spoon like forgotten promises. She sighed and closed her eyes.
End for now
End notes: And the new story begins! As you can see, I love the Kuvopal pairing :P We'll just see what happens there! Like it? Smash that button, do that review thing and share your thoughts :P
Most sincerely, pen
1/15/2017
