Asami Sato's Background
Daughter of Republican Hiroshi Sato.
Age: 21
Grade: Senior year of college. (Gained all her credits early.)
Major: Engineering.
Extra-curricular: President of the Young Republican Club. Volunteers at a soup kitchen every Saturday morning.
Style: Preppy/sophisticated.
Personality traits: competitive, persistent, confident, independent, reliable, and bossy at times.
Hobbies: horseback riding, choir, and cars
Friends: Kuvira, Mako, Ginger, and Wu
Views on Korra Glacier:
She finds Korra, childish, not respectful, and a hazard to society. Even though Korra is known as the campus's heartthrob, Asami can't help but fall for her ways.
Korra Glacier's Background.
Daughter of Democrat. Tonraq Glacier.
Age: 21
Grade: Junior year of college.
Major: Mass Communications
School's Extracurricular: Track and Field. (Shot put.)
Style: Tomboyish.
Personality/Traits: Goofy, competitive, charming, reliable, impulsive, and hot headed.
Hobbies: weight lifting, film/photography, and parties.
Friends: Opal, Desna, Eska, and Bolin
Views on Asami Sato:
Korra thinks Asami is hot, super smart, a control freak, and too uptight. But Asami's drive and determination is something she looks up to.
~A-Sato~
"Why couldn't the others join us? Who knows how long this will take up! More people equals, more posters being hung up!"
I ignore Ginger's constant complaining and continue the task at hand.
Yes, I agree. Having more than two people working, would help speed up the process. But they're all in class and Ginger and me were the only ones with time to spare.
The election may be a few months away, but the sooner we get our voices heard, the better.
My Father is a great man. The improvement he has done for this city has been amazing. I don't understand why he needs to re-run? Just look at how much progress he accomplished! Every promise he made, has come true, well...for the most part.
Because of my Father, we now have better-trained security guards on campus. That's just one of his many great ideas and I will continue explaining more, as I continue campaigning for the reelection of our President and our Vice President Varrick.
Varrick and my Father make such a great team. Even though, sometimes the Vice President can be a bit…how can I put this nicely? Okay, I found the right word, he can be 'extreme'!
When it comes to his new ideas, it can blow your mind. Luckily, Father and his secretary Zhu Li, helps bring Varrick back to Earth.
Why would anyone want to disrupt such a great team? Don't get me wrong, I respect Democrat. Tonraq Glacier and his running mate Suyin Beifong, but they don't know the city like my Father does.
Tonraq is well known and admired due to his military career, as an Admiral. He successfully prevented a civil war between both WaterTribes, earning him various awards and respect. He's also handling trade, between the different nations. Which is great and all but truthfully, I think he should stick with just that. Some things are better left untouched. This city isn't ready for change and it doesn't need it, especially with my Father in charge.
"Oh no! Look who's coming. Maybe if we don't move, she won't see us." Ginger yells, causing me to look away from my Father's poster face, to see whom she's referring to.
The person Ginger was yelling about, is no threat, so I return back to work.
Even with my back turned, I hear the wheels of the girl's longboard, indicating that she rolled passed and paid us no mind.
"Ginger, please unfreeze and help me." I state, seeing my friend not working.
"That was a close one...Shit! She stopped!" my friend replies, frantic.
I turn around once again and see the girl of the topic, rolling back in our direction.
"I guess your mannequin challenge didn't work." I tease to Ginger, as she prepares herself for whatever this misfits' objective is.
The girl kicks back her board, coming to a complete stop, right in front of us.
"Um, I don't think our school's director would enjoy the fact, that you two are littering on his campus." The girl says, motioning to the various posters.
I put down my sign and walk down the stairs, to address the liberal.
"What is up with your love for Hawaiian shirts?" I ask, touching the fabric of her shirt, causing her to let out a soft chuckle, either from the action or my question.
We have a love/hate relationship, so this interaction of invading each other's personal space is normal.
"You don't like this shirt? It has little palm trees on it. Would you have preferred, if I wore nothing? Because I can totally take this off. I'm not sure if I have a tank under this. But we're about to find out. Just give me one minute."
This time I laugh.
"It takes you that long to take a shirt off?" I reply, unimpressed.
"The process is faster when I have someone to help me." She replies, with a wink.
"You're such a cutie, why don't you get one of these beautiful girls, to help you?" I ask, entertaining the conversation.
"I'm trying, but you're just standing there."
I can't help but feel a tiny blush come on.
Damn, she's extra flirtatious today.
Before the reckless girl could slip one arm from under her sleeve, Ginger protests and I don't know why I didn't.
Was I really going to allow this girl to take off her shirt? In public? In front of my Father's campaigning?
" No one want's to see your 3 abs!" Ginger shouts, causing Korra to frown.
"Three abs? Is that normal?" Korra asks, making my red haired friend flustered. Out of all my friends, Ginger never took situations like these greatly.
Aka she's not a comeback kid. She can say things under her breath, but can never say them in front of you. So this situation is quite toxic for her.
Seeing how my friend is struggling to reply, I carry on for her.
"Don't worry Ging. If she took off her shirt, we could have just given her, one of our 'Vote For Sato.' T-shirts." I defend.
I'm not like these little campus girls. I don't get nervous by her presence. Yes, the girl I'm standing in front of is no doubt attractive. But It takes more than eye candy, to impress me.
"President Sato is a cool dude." She replies as she picks up a flyer, making Ginger rush over and yank it from her hand. Which wasn't the best idea?
"Give that back!" Ginger yells.
Korra steps back, clearly offended.
"Woah, It's just a sheet of paper. I thought you conservatives, didn't believe in saving paper. Or is it... global warming? "
Now my mood starts to reflect Ginger's. How dare she say that! I didn't bring up politics once. I was just having a subtle conversation with her. Then bam! She wants to bring this up.
Seeing the look of anger in Korra's eyes and the fear in Ginger's, I step between them.
"You know? Skating without a helmet is illegal." I reply.
"That's not the only thing 'illegal' in this city." Ginger quickly adds, before returning to her safe place behind me.
"My helmet?"
Korra pats her head, pretending to be clueless on the whereabouts of such a lifesaving head wear.
"Aw man. It seems that I didn't care to wear one!" she yells, back.
"You will, when your head burst open. Hopefully, your looks can draw away from your brain damage." I reply, making the hot-headed girl, soften up and return to a more civil manner.
That's exactly how you calm short tempered people like herself, down. The key is, drawing attention elsewhere. So it's not on the problem, at hand. Korra being so conceited enjoys hearing about how great she looks, and from the smile on her face, it worked and I'm glad. I like seeing her smile.
"I don't know, Sato. Something about you, makes me feel like...I already have brain damage. I mean, you're the smart one here. Tell me if the symptoms I have could be brain damage."
She grabs my hand and traces it with one finger, as she begins.
"I have difficulty sleeping, without thinking about you. '. I'm always at a loss for words, for some strange reason. I sweat a lot, hints on why I wear a lot of Hawaiian shirts."
As she continues stating her symptoms. I continue controlling my emotions. I must keep my blank face. Her words are corny, but I admire how she's keeping her fake 'brain damage' story. Her symptoms, happen to be accurate to those who have such a medical problem. Her creativity, though, is something that will take her far, in her career of Mass Comm.
Alright, I can't take this composer any longer, I'm about to break.
I pull away from the patient and stay on task.
" If you have all those symptoms, your political party suits you, then. Since Democrats can't think for themselves and need to be spoon feed."
My comeback. Makes the girl back away, clearly defeated.
"Cute, Asami. Speaking of spoon feed. I have to go to lunch. It was nice talking with you two. But before I go, I need to take..."
Before I could process what was going on, she takes one of my Father's giant posters and rolls off into the distance.
"Hey give that back!" I shout.
"No. I want to hang it on my dorm's wall." She yells back, as the crowd of people on the lawn, laugh at us.
I hate being made a fool out of!
"Don't worry, Asami. She can hang that giant poster, next to her GIANT RAINBOW FLAG." Ginger calls out, as the girl continues rolling.
I have class in fifteen minutes, I don't have time to be engulfed by such a childish move. My Father needs my help campaigning. I have no other option, but to get over it.
"I hate her." Ginger says.
"Why did you say that?" I state, frustrated.
"Say what?"
"The Rainbow flag thing!" I blurt out.
"What? I didn't say anything wrong and if she gets offended, it just shows how they're all crybabies and are able to be triggered, so easily. Besides, she took your Father's campaign sign. It was the biggest one, too!" she whines.
Even though I'm not satisfied by Ginger's explanation, I ignore it.
We can always get more signs. My Father could even afford a blimp if he wanted to. But what we can't afford is, having others thinking we're homophobic. Her comment was uncalled for and unnecessary. Comments like those, are what gives our party a bad name!
With me being bisexual, she's making my come out a lot harder.
"Are you mad at me?" Ginger asks.
"No. I just...want you... Nevermind. Just watch what you say for now on. We don't have time for distractions." I reply.
"KK. But she gets me so angry! I can't wait till your Father wins. That will shut her up, but I don't know if I can wait that long."
"Don't worry, I have an idea." I reply, taking out my phone, to give my friend Mako a call.
~K-Glacier~
I can't help but laugh at Ginger Snappy's, comment. I never take her silly comebacks to heart, they never make sense!
Three abs? Haha, what is my stomach? A Tetris game?
I'm so starved. I just got back from my shot-put practice and I could eat horse or even a seal. Mmm, I really want some seaweed noodles, right now. Hopefully, they made a fresh batch in the dining hall.
As I roll along, I flash my winning smile at some of the girls walking by. I don't know why but, I like watching them get all gitty. Not because I'm self-observed….okay maybe a little bit. But truthfully, this whole 'Campus Heartthrob' title is hilarious.
Me? A heartthrob? No way, I can barely pass my core classes. To be a heartthrob, you have to be super smart, attractive, fearless and have their shit together.
I may have the fearless and attractive part down, but everything else, no way. The only person I know that meets those requirements, is Asami.
But nooo, the students of Republic City had to pick me.
And don't get me started on the rumors I hear about myself. Everyone thinks I'm a player, who fucks girls at every party. Which isn't true, at all! The only thing getting fucked is myself, and from myself, due to how hard I party.
If it wasn't for my friends, I don't know how I could make it out alive. Hopefully, they're still waiting for me at our usual table and didn't ditch me.
I told them I was on my way, but the whole messing with Asami situation got me a little late.
Speaking of Asami, I can't bring this big poster inside the dining hall. Especially, with my Father being President Sato's opponent. I need to get rid of this thing fast!
I see a girl from my photography class and get an idea.
I slowly kick back my board, and walk over to Katie and her friend, sitting on the grass.
"What's Up, Kaite? Do you mind getting rid of this? It's sort of, interfering with my safety." I state as I hand her the giant poster under my arm.
"Sure, but a helmet would help too." She teases, making her friend beside her laugh.
I pat my head, like I did earlier, making both girls laugh.
"Darn! I must have forgotten it, at the helmet store. You think you could be my helmet?" I tease, as I try to pick up Katie, causing her to jokingly protest.
"Korra, you're crazy."
"You're correct. Well, I have to continue being reckless. Thanks, Katie, for not being my helmet and not caring about my safety!" I tease.
"I think she rather be somewhere a little bit lower than your head. Preferably your face."
Katie turns a bright shade of red, due to her friend's comment.
Woah, these girls are getting bold nowadays.
My text message alert goes off and I see it's from the squad's group chat. I send a quick reply 'OMW' text, then bring my attention on the girls.
"See you in photography," I state, getting back on my board.
"Mmhm, see you." she replies.
I notice she's still embarrassed, which she shouldn't be. We all have friends who say things to embarrass one another. Shoot! I'm heading to lunch with a few of them, right now. I can't have Katie feeling like this.
"Katie, if you wanted a kiss on the cheek, all you had to do was ask," I state innocently, finally getting her to look me in the eye.
"Wait...no my friend meant it like..."
I tilt my head to the side, pretending to be clueless.
"Nevermind, maybe another time," Katie replies, relieved that I didn't take the comment in a negative way. Which I got right off the back. But for her sake and to save the awkwardness between us, being oblivious is the best option.
Once I make it to the dining hall building, I hear a familiar whistle, and I know I'm in trouble.
"No helmet, I see."
I turn around and see Mako in his campus police uniform.
Shit! How did he know where I was?
"Come on, Mako. You know me. Your brother and I are close. Can't you let this one slide? I plead.
Mako takes out his notepad and I mentally cursing him out.
"Sorry, but I was informed that you harassed some ladies, practicing their 1st amendment right." He says, handing me my ticket.
"Soooo, you're giving me a ticket for practicing my 1st amendment right?" I defend.
"No, I'm giving you a ticket for not wearing your helmet and I need to confiscate your board."
Are you serious? That's a bit uncalled for! I'm not hurting anyone. If I get hurt, that's on me! My longboard is my baby. What happened to Pro-life? He's on Team President Sato, he should understand.
"Come on, Korra. let's not cause a scene." He says.
Scene? I'll give him a scene.
I drop to my knees and yell to the sky.
"You can't just take my longboard! I'm a poor college student. This is my only form of transportation. It's not like I have a fancy cop go-kart that I can roll around in. Please don't take my board. Because if you do, you're going to take me to my grave."
"Like riding without your helmet." Mako replies, interrupting my theatrical performance and snatching my board off the ground.
"No more breaking the rules, Korra. I hate looking like the bad guy. Have a good day."
"No, you have a good day! I hope they run out of donuts and coffee, at whatever you get your donuts and coffee from." I shout out, as he drives off.
~A-Sato~
My professor always runs a little late, so Kuvira and I are touching up our makeup in the bathroom.
"Are you excited about the presidential meeting tonight?"
"Excited about being in a room with important people and my family? Sure, I guess." I tease.
"Don't be like that. You know you love the attention." Kuvira replies, adding the finishing touch of her cat eye.
"Being good with attention is not the same thing as loving it. I'm sure Korra Glacier would enjoy the new and extra fame. It's not like she doesn't already have it here." I say, without thinking, causing Kuvira to roll her eyes.
"I'm sorry. I know you hate talking about Korra."
Clearly, my apology wasn't good enough, because my friend still seems upset.
"I don't hate Korra. I just don't like the fact, she has relations with Suyin Beifong. Aka my...
"Ex's Mother." I finish.
Even though Baatar and Kuvira broke up 2 years ago, it's still a touchy subject. They were high school sweethearts, but as time progressed, things changed.
Kuvira tells me his mother's views, influenced their break up. But I think there is a slight possibility that they may have just grown apart.
Then again, who am, to input my opinions on the topic of relationships. Despite being the President's daughter. I had my fair share of flings/ hooks up between both genders through my college years. Of course, no one but me and the individuals knew about it and even if they told, it's not like anyone would believe them.
Everyone thinks I'm just the privileged and sheltered President's daughter. Doing reckless things is simply not in my nature.
Most people with that burden on them would rebel. But I don't see a point in rebelling. I have nothing to prove and if I did, I would have done it already. I'm in my final year of college and my main focus is getting ready for the corporate world and not some scandal.
"Is your Father nervous?" Kuvira asks.
"You know my Father, he's not the type to show fear."
"I said nervous, not afraid," Kuvira states again, firmly.
"Well, of course. Tonraq is a well-respected man. He already has a huge following and not to mention his vice president pick, helped designed many of Republic City's buildings." I return with a bite since Kuvira wanted to come at me so hard.
"I will agree, Admiral Tonraq's pick will win the hearts of citizens. The Beifongs are a respected family, but Suyin is not a great leader. But I'll leave it at that. Her true colors will show, during the debates."
I laugh at my friend's statement.
"It's like you're rooting for Varrick, more than my own Father." I tease.
Kuvira hardly smiles. But she gives me a nod of approval, letting me know she gets the humor.
"Sorry. Your Father is a great President. I have no doubts."
"Thanks, Vira. I think we should head to class now."
"Class of 2018." Kuvira adds, with one of her rare smiles.
~K-Glacier~
I finish my third bowl of seaweed noodles and head to my ribs. I should have brought my gallon of water with me. I hate getting up every second, to refill my cup. Maybe they have a pot or something I could use. Yeah, that would be super awesome.
Maybe my Father being a presidential nominee could give me some perks. I should walk in the back of the kitchen like 'Hey, I'm the future president's daughter and you gotta deal with it!'
I smile to myself, thinking about all my future perks.
"So um, Korra. Do you think you had enough?" Bolin asks.
I look up at my friends and they're looking at me in horror.
"What?" I ask, confused.
"You have barbecue sauce all over your face." my cousin Desna says, with no emotion.
I wipe my face and continue eating.
"How did the sauce end up in your ear?" Bolin asks, concerned, getting a shrug from me as a response.
"I hope you don't eat like that at the banquet, isn't that tonight? " Eska asks, as she messes with her seaweed noodles, that I'm debating on eating also.
Opal, being the organized person like she is. Pulls out her physical planner.
"No, today is the meeting of the presidential candidates and their team. The banquet is 3 weeks from now. So technicality, tonight is more important. First impressions are everything."
Opal tries to hand me another napkin, but it's too late. I'm already lost in the sauce.
"Are you nervous?" Bolin asks.
"Don't talk to me, I hate you." I reply, making Bolin's eyes start to water.
"I'm kidding. But I'm a little upset at you, due to your blood connection with Mako. He took my longboard."
"Why?" Eska asks.
"I was messing with Asami Sato and took her poster."
Everyone but my cousins, gasps.
"Why did you mess with the President's daughter, you could be… killed." Bolin whispers.
"Asami and I have a love/hate relationship," I reply, not understanding the problem.
"I don't know. Every time you two are together, I just see hate." Bolin continues.
"I agree. Which brings me to this, Korra. You need to step up your game when it comes to talking to people of higher power." Opal inputs.
"What? My Father is a military man. I know how to be respectful. If I don't, my Father would make me do push ups. Which I don't mind. Since I have great muscles."
" A yes, for the muscles and the respect part. But, you do this side eye thing, when someone says or does something you don't like. You have a short temper. The last thing your father and everyone needs, is you getting angry. Once that eye of yours does that ''Thing'…"
"Wham! You're a meme. Everyone will be making jokes about your pre-anger eyes." Bolin adds, making me laugh.
"I would love to become famous from a meme." I state proudly.
"It's not funny, Korra. You need to come to the realization that you're in the public eye now. Once this meeting happens today. Everything you do will be a reflection of your Father and what he stands for."
I roll my eyes, from such a silly thing.
"Yeah, right. What I do won't influence my Father's votes."
"It could! In a positive and negative way." Desna adds.
"I agree with my brother. Asami Sato is known as Republic City's Sweetheart. Her involvement with this community is great and her being a brilliant student helps as well. When you're in politics, people sometimes want the politician children to follow their parent's footsteps. It may not be running for president but, it could be something else. Asami's views are similar to her Father's. So if they can't have him, they want her." Eska adds.
Okay, I get it! The President's daughter is perfect But perfect isn't always a good thing. I have talents too!
"I'm going to get my Father's more votes. Want to know how?" I ask, finishing my ribs.
"How?" Opal asks, concerned.
"By using my charm. I'm the whole package. Hear me out. I may not be a straight A student. But I'm a student athlete, I have a creative mind and I'm..."
Opal quickly slams her fist down, like her boyfriend did earlier.
" Gay! " she adds, unexpectedly.
"Um, I was going to say, 'I'm great at public speaking'. But I guess?"
"No, listen. By you being openly gay and the daughter of an Admiral. You could bring us more votes. " Opal continues.
"Her sexuality could also lose votes. Not everyone is as open minded as us and Uncle Tonraq." Eska adds, making Opal pout.
"We have to think positive and focus on gaining more support. Starting with a community of people that we're all apart of. Korra, are you still a member of the LGBTQ club?"
I scratch the back of my neck.
"Well yeah, but with homework and practice. I'm not as active as I want to and should be. So I wouldn't call that a plus to the campaign. Also, I'm way more than my sexuality. You know? I don't want to be known as the future president's 'Gay Daughter'."
"Are you ashamed of being gay?" Opal asks.
"Hell No!"
"Then why don't you want to talk about it?"
"Geez, it's not that I don't want to talk about it.…..I just feel, my Father is popular enough not to need me to play the gay card. I'm sure he will bring in more votes by doing what he does best. Which is, helping people and keeping his word."
"Our current President does that." Bolin adds.
"Really? If that's so. What happened to our president's promise of preserving the Spirit Forrest? Or making more bills that pushed for equality? Our President is a good man, but his priorities are not what the city needs." I reply, growing a bit heated, making Opal excited.
"That's it! That's the Korra I want to see tonight. You have good points and it's time that you use that frustration of yours, to help bring our team to the top."
"I don't know. It seems too extreme. Today is supposed to be an introduction." I whine.
"You think, this will be easy? Asami Sato is already campaigning. What are you doing besides eating the whole dining hall up?" Opal protest.
I'm getting tired of her bickering. I feel like the Fire Nation because I feel so attacked right now.
"Baby, let Korra be." Bolin reassures, which I'm grateful for.
Opal needs to take a chill pill. Luckily, her siblings will be attending the meeting tonight, so I won't be alone with her nagging.
"Alright. I'll stop it. But you'll see soon. Asami would do anything to support her Father and if it comes down to it. Don't think your love/hate relationship will stop her from badmouthing your Father."
"No one will be bad mouthing my Father. I won't allow it." I reply.
" Keep that in mind and you will be successful."
"Ladies and gentlemen. The Republic City Sweetheart vs Republic City Heartthrob. Who will win?" Bolin, says in his broadcaster voice.
My Father will win! Especially with my help.
Author's Note.
Surprise! I'm back earlier than expected. Chapter 2 will be posted this Thursday.
This is supposed to be a fun, suspenseful, hot, and great story, involving Korrasami and the touchy subject of politics.
It's mainly a korrasami fic, of course. But there will be sly remarks or comebacks such as the ones in this chapter.
This story is not made to influence my political views or any others. It's just a story and if you get offended, just unfollow.
No one is forcing you to read it.
Thoughts are appreciated.
