Breathe
by slowrabbits
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Lately it had been too hard to breathe.
Her nana called it growing pains. Asami did not understand it. The constants in her life were still there, the events involving her mundane at best. She still kissed her father on the cheek to say good night and she still prayed to the spirits for her mother's happiness in the afterlife. The hotshot test drivers from the factory still catcalled when she passed and she still felt the same satisfaction whenever she bested them in racing or fixing up a busted engine. Everything was all the same, but it was getting too hard to breathe.
She knew it had hugely to do with her father. Hiroshi Sato had always been busy, but he always found the time to have lengthy conversations with his daughter about her day, or the concept for the new line of engines he was developing. Lately, he'd been turning her away more frequently and at one point he'd even yelled at her for entering his study without knocking. The plump man had been quick to apologize and had offered to take Asami out to an expensive restaurant for dinner. But things had not changed back to the way they once were; the looming dread still clung to the air in the Sato mansion and seemed to follow Asami even to wherever her speedy driving took her.
It was with a heavy heart that she left the mansion that day, strapping on her helmet and goggles before mounting her moped. Her father had not been present for breakfast and hadn't even bothered to seek her out during the three hours she waited for him. His assistant, who Asami had run into just an hour ago, informed her that Mr. Sato had not left for work yet, but was terribly busy in his workshop, and no, Miss Sato, Mr. Sato would appreciate that no one bothered him during such a crucial time during his work.
Bother. The word left a bitter taste in Asami's mouth. She knew better than to think that her father saw her as a bother, but she still couldn't help the ugly fluttering in her stomach. Just what was her father obsessing over in that workshop of his?
So tousled were her inner ramblings that she did not see the lanky boy crossing the street.
Next thing she knew, the boy was screaming and she was swerving to the side. She watched the boy roll gracelessly farther down the road and it was enough to make Asami jump off her moped and rush to his aid. With shaking fingers she fumbled with the hook of her helmet before removing it.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you."
Notes: Guess who's not dead? THIS GIRL!
I've been pretty lame last year, but I swear I haven't ditched any of my unfinished work. I'll get back to them soon maybe.
I'll probs update this quickly. As in tomorrow, or when I wake up in a few hours. This will be complete before Friday next week. They're meant to be a collection of drabbles on Asami/Mako's couple progress? Idek. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I have a small idea.