Message in a bottle
"Are you sure that you don't want me coming with you,Korra?" Asami said gently,a worried look in her face.
Korra wanted to smack her.
Is that what she is to them now? A crippled,pathetic child who need someone to constantly look after him and keep him safe?
She felt a lump of tears starting to form in her throat.
"No.." she said,struggling to speak. "I'll be fine."
But when the ship started sailing,Korra felt like a hand was grabbing her heart mercilessly and pressing hard. She knew she couldn't contact them anymore,at least not until reaching the southern water tribe. So she got pen,paper,and a bottle of vodka. The last one wasn't hard for her to get these days.
She wrote a note,pushed it into the bottle and carefully closed it,and then she threw it to the ocean,using a bit of waterbending to send it toward Republic city.
She hoped that Asami would get her massage in a bottle.
Learning how to drive
"Left! Left!" shouted Asami.
Korra turned the wheel of the new super-advanced,super-pricey prototype of the satomobile and hit a stand filled with cabbages.
"Your other left!"
"My cabbages!" screamed an old man with horror.
"Sorry!" shouted Korra while turning her head to him,which caused her to almost kill a man who was taking his dog on a walk.
"Eyes on the road!" ordered Asami with panic.
Korra hit a street lantern.
Asami jumped out of the car.
"that was pretty good,wasn't it?" Said Korra triumphantly . "I told you I wouldn't destroy the city."
Asami raised her head and looked at Korra.
"That was a million yuans car! I'm gonna kill you!"
Beautiful
Asami knocked on the bathroom door.
"Korra!" she shouted. "We'll be late!"
"I don't wanna go!" replied Korra.
"I'm opening the door!" called Asami.
"No way!"
"I'm gonna!"
"OK, OK,I'm coming outside." Said Korra. "But..Just promise you wouldn't laugh,OK?"
"I promise." Said Asami softly.
The door slowly opened.
Korra stood in her traditional water tribe attire,but something was off.
"Oh god,Korra,what happened to your hair?"
Korra's hair was dyed black,but something went wrong as her hair is now black but with brown dots all over it.
"I-" Korra blushed. "I wanted to..look like you."
"Why would you want to do that Korra?" Asami said,touching Korra's hair. "Your'e beautiful"
"No,I'm not." Korra sat down and held her head in her hands. "Do you what they wrote about me in the papers before a couple of days? That I'm fat. And that I have 'no sense of fashion'."
Asami changed her voice to a shrilly imitation of a teenage girl. "'Oh my spirtis,Those shoes with this dress?"
Korra let out a smile.
"Hey." Asami held Korra's shoulder. "Maybe we'll stay here,and I'll show you exactly how much beautiful I think you are."
Repairing the car
Asami wiped the sweat out of her forehead.
"screwdriver." She commanded.
"Yes sir." Korra reached for the toolbox and grabbed the toolbox. "Here you go."
"I can't believe it. It's the third time this week!" she said while leaning atop the car's hood.
"Yeah.." Korra leaned back. Dat ass. "I'll bet you'll figure it out eventually."
OK,so that was my first LOK story,and maybe I'll write some more,I dunno.
my inspiration for Message In A Bottle was the Police song: Message in a bottle.
