A/N: This doesn't actually follow the LOK story line. Although their ages in reference to each others' are akin to those in LOK. Hiroshi Sato does not hold prejudice against benders, even though his wife does die (due to natural causes) and the whole Equalist plot does not play in this story.
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As she lay quietly upon her belly, round and soft, she takes in the world around her. There are ants on the dry leaves scattered on the ground, birds in the tree adjacent to the one she is lying under and so much humidity in the air she feels distantly irritated.
The girl focuses on her breathing for several heartbeats, noting the slight increase in difficulty in drawing breath. Her chest feels heavier and more constricted, rigid and almost tight. She is not in a state of comfort, but this does nothing to change the child's position. She puffs up her cheeks and blows her fringe out of the way before sighing loudly.
There are many words to describe her current state- sad, empty, wounded, confused; although, tired is not one.
Ms Sato, as the servants call her, is not worn-out. Despite her being up for hours, despite not sleeping a wink the night before, she doesn't even feel remotely weary. The girl's eyes are unblinking and her gaze set upon the koi in the pond precisely a meter away from her head. She can barely see them, given her current posture but she is too lazy to bother.
The child has always adored these fish, as did her mother. Ms Sato's breath slows at the thought of the woman who bore her. Her mother would chastise her for her behavior, the way in which she has chosen to lie on the filthy soil of the garden instead of between the quality linen sheets in her massive bedroom.
The thought makes the girl's lips curl up at the sides even though her heart is heavy. This is where she and her mother often disagreed, although not openly. She is far too mannered for that.
Mrs Sato, a proper woman, hailing from a reputable family; was marinated in the fancy culture of the elite all her life, the culture by which she had once, so persistently wanted her child to abide.
Asami, posture, were often her words of choice, those that were almost always delivered with a loving smile. Her plan was always for her daughter to grow into a mature and well-mannered individual and not a 'random street kid' as she termed it.
Her mother, a woman with perfectly manicured nails, flawless make up and a near perfect disposition, despite her persistence on poise, was a good and caring woman. She held a certain charisma about her, an unmistakable air of charm in her very person which made people adore her.
The girl's fingers come to settle upon the damp soil she so daringly lies upon. Years of being conditioned to act prim has not made her even the slightest bit squeamish of mud and swamp and gunk and slime; because she is not just a lady, she is… well, she is her.
And she knows what she knows she wants. She wants to be adventurous, learn the ways of the streets; wander into the shadowy parts of town. She does not want; she never wants to take orders from her father, mother, the nursemaids, or anyone for that matter.
She is her own person.
A caterpillar waddles (she doesn't know how else to refer to the thing's lazy motion) by, and Ms Sato squints at it. It's as if to say that she detests its arrogant behavior, that she resent's its unbecoming attitude (if bugs had attitudes), yet she doesn't. It's nice to see something unafraid to show its true nature every once in a while.
Too many people around her see her as Ms Asami Sato, the only daughter of the genius behind the Satomobile and heiress to her father's estate. They try their best to befriend her with smiles and gifts and presents and company. Yet, Asami has never desired such acquaintances.
They all view her as a tool, a commodity they can use to gain favor with her father. Even though, the girl plainly wants to be seen as just Asami. She wants people to like her for her and not because of her family's wealth or the benefits they seek to gain.
Just Asami, the title chimes in her head as she decides that it indeed seems quite appropriate for the plain nature, which she wishes her life to possess. This doesn't mean she will give up good grooming, the tedious maintenance of her long, swishy locks or that she'll stop brushing her teeth.
No, it simply means that she wants to be her for her, and not some doll that does other people's biddings. She wants the freedom to do what she desires to do, not for anyone else's sake but hers. And if she so happens to want to look like a dark spirit, than damn those who wish to force her to dress otherwise. The crudeness of the way in which that came to mind startles her.
The child sits up and gazes at the sun. It sounds unhealthy really; gazing at the sun. It is certainly far from good for the eyes, although, she doesn't shrink away. Besides, the star is perched behind the clouds, obscured from her view.
The servants have left her to her own devices, none brave (or cruel) enough to break open the girl's fragile heart. Her mother has recently passed away in hospital but the news has not yet been delivered to the child.
Although, she already knows.
Gosh, she is so painfully aware; but would much rather remain ignorant. Such news is more evil than it is good. Asami scoffs at the latter. Good is not a word that that can even be distantly reflective of the raw ache in her chest, the lack of maternal warmth in her home, or the pain of having one less parent to kiss goodnight.
Although, her faith has taught her to believe that everything has a good side, even though sometimes, she has to strain to believe that it is true.
Silently she curses the spirits, the gods, and the Cosmic Elders whom she has been taught to revere. The six-year-old pauses a moment, eyeing the ball of light in the sky and slowly, points, her finger trained on the sun as she murmurs three blasphemous words - I hate you.
A/N: This... is Nebulous. I plan to make this into a drabble-ish series thing, but if the feedback deems it more appropriate as a oneshot then, yeah, i'll leave it and not expand. read and review!
OH! and btw, this is dedicated to babyvfan for taking the time to dedicate her irosami fic to me. thanks girl! :) take a look at her irosami works! their titles are 'Alluring Game of Wit and Lips' and 'Light My Candle'. i highly recommend them! thanks everybody thanks!
