"I want you to want me. I need you to need me. I'd love you to love me. I beg you to beg me."
Asami was getting very angry with Mako. Ever since the avatar had gone missing, he seemed to be more interested in her. Asami was his girlfriend! And when she learned about their kiss during the tournament, well, Asami had a feeling their relationship was broken.
But everything changed when she saw the Fire Nation prince—the general of the United Nations.
He was…he was everything Mako wasn't. He was honorable, a born leader. He had the fine features of a man, not a teenage boy that couldn't make a decision. General Iroh was a man of good decisions. Asami was instantly enthralled by the general, though she hid it through the fight. It wasn't important at the time. However, she knew that after this was over, the general would be her attention.
She couldn't help it. She had fallen for him. Every single time she looked at him, her heart would go crazy and she would get jittery. She wondered if he was engaged. Was he married? He was a bit older than her, but he made her feel…
She watched him, from a distance of course. She wanted him; she yearned to be in those strong and protective arms. She was always looking to feel safe with someone, and General Iroh looked like just the man.
She hadn't even spoken with him before. During the fighting, he was usually busy, you know, trying not to get killed. But when they were in the room at the water nation, watching for Master Katara to try and heal Korra, Asami risked a glance at the prince. She instantly felt warm inside. He was so…handsome.
A man of power. A man of honor.
She wanted him. So badly that it hurt.
And when Korra and Mako kissed, Asami felt a sense of relief. Now she knew they were over. She could finally move on.
Everyone clapped for the ideal couple. Even Asami. She didn't care anymore. Korra could have him, she could have the cheater. He told her things no other boy had told her. He told her he cared for her. Yet here he was, ripping her heart out for some other girl.
No matter. Asami slyly looked over at the prince, seeing a soft smile on his face. Her insides melted.
Yes. He would be hers. It was just a matter of time. Like him, she was a charmer.
Let the game begin.
A/N: Okay, this is unbelievably short. This is JUST THE PROLOGUE. This story is meant to be a humorous one, and rated M for a reason in later chapters. Anyway, in the season finale, I was so incredibly pissed off at Mako for hurting Asami. I mean, at first I didn't like her, but then I realized I had her pigged wrong. She is actually really cool.
So I think she deserves someone much better than Mako. Someone like...a certain general ;)
I'll update as soon as possible.