Hello all! This one is a bit shorter, but completely new! Please let me know what you think of the rewrite so far, so I know whether or not to continue doing it. Thanks!

~The-Frozen-Avatar


Wind whipped her hair against her neck and cheeks while the early morning rays of sunlight danced off of the waters in the distance. Korra had always loved this time of day. When the sun was just beginning to peak from behind the horizon, and the world was in a state between slumber and slow her opinion, this was the best time to be out on the water, in the open ocean, nothing but her, the sound of crashing waves, and birds flying overhead. In fact, she'd been out long before the sun had made its appearance that morning. She just had to get out of that stuffy old temple, and out into the open air that smelled so much of home.

And if she were being honest with herself, she hadn't been able to sleep well anyway. There was too much on her mind.

Korra sunk low into the oncoming wave, keeping her short board close and steady as she rode the surf until she was close to shore. The sun was almost fully above the horizon by now, and that meant that Tenzin and Pema were close to waking. She needed to get back to Air Temple Island at least by the time they were awake. She was their guest after all, and not being there when they woke up would be a sure way to cause some panic.

She dropped onto her board, stomach flat against the cool surface beneath her, and began to paddle her way inland. She'd only been in the city for a few weeks now, less than that really if you considered the time spent stuck on the Island with her little host family. Things here were a lot different than they were with the Southern tribes, people here were tense and uptight, unlike the calm and peaceful ways of her people.

'Especially her…'

The thought bubbled through her mind unconsciously. She frowned as she paddled into the shallows surrounding the island. Asami Sato, huh? She was something else, like no one she'd ever really come into contact with before. She was privileged, rich, and polished for the city life with a tense aura that left Korra feeling a little perturbed. She didn't quite know how to act around the young heiress. They'd only had a brief meeting, but Korra could already tell that this woman didn't trust her, and that was something she was going to have to change if they were going to make any progress at all.

That was easier said than done however, this woman had looked Korra up and down like she was some kind of monster come to suck the very life from her. Korra wasn't used to people looking at her in such a way, and she didn't know how to interpret the expression that found its way onto Asami's face whenever she neared said woman. It was almost as if Korra made Asami feel physically ill with her presence.

Korra let her thoughts fade as she waded onto shore. She pulled her board to her side and started to trudge towards her temporary home. The sun had fully come into view now, casting long rays of light out onto the ocean behind her. She sat her board in its designated spot and found her mind once again drifting back to the day before. She rubbed two fingers against each temple and sighed. Surfing was what she did to take the stress away, but that didn't seem to be working this morning.

Asami Sato. Twenty two, the heiress to the entirety of Future Industries, and her one shot and earning enough money to enter the surfing competition at the end of the summer. If Korra couldn't figure out a way to earn Asami's trust, she would have to give up her dream of competing in the heart of the surfing world.

This was going to be a long summer.


Asami hurriedly made her way through the bustling streets of Republic City's shopping district; pushing gently past people to get to her destination. It was quarter past two, and she was late meeting her ride. Her father always insisted on her being chauffeured wherever she may go, no matter how many times she protested. Usually she'd have been early to meet her driver, but something had caused her to stray from her original path, and that something was tucked into her arms as she pushed through people.

"It's okay, it's okay," she whispered to the small thing curled in her arms.

Thunder rumbled in the darkening sky above her, and she cursed under her breath as she picked up her pace. That morning had been beautiful, not a cloud in the sky, but as the hours went by, the sky had begun to threaten a downpour.

Fifteen minutes ago she'd been on her way to meet her driver when something caught her attention. Through the crowd and the noise came a small sound, something she barely heard over the chatter of people and the occasional grumbling from above. There, on the edge between sidewalk and road, sat a small kitten. It was absolutely tiny! The color of steel and mewling softly as people passed it by. It shook and curled into the concrete, as if trying to hide from the onslaught of noises around it.

She pushed through the crowd, disregarding her earlier route, until she reached the small creature, and sunk to a kneel before it.

"Hello, little one," she cooed.

The small feline gave her a cry, and huddled into itself. It shook steadily, but made no move to escape as she reached to take it into her arms. In fact, as soon as it had settled into the crook of her crossed elbows it began to purr lightly. That was enough to elicit a warm smile from the heiress, and solidify her decision to keep this small, extremely skinny, ball of vibrating fur.

When she finally approached her disgruntled driver she offered a quick apology and slid into the back of the Satomobile, still cradling the kitten safely in her arms.

"What have you got with you, Miss Sato?" her driver began as he pulled the vehicle onto the street.

Asami gave the solid grey kitten a once over, making sure that it was not hurt in any way before she gave her answer, "this is Tetsu".

Her driver offered a simple reply, and then focused his attention on the traffic around them.

Tetsu made himself at home on her lap, lightly purring as she stroked his lightly crusted fur. She new her father had never loved pets, but knew he'd never have the heart to turn away the small feline.

"We'll get you something to eat when we get home, little one," she cooed lightly as she glanced out her window.

The sky had opened up on them, unleashing a summer rain that misted the sidewalks and streets. Asami wondered absently if she'd miss her swimming lessons tomorrow.


Just as she had thought, Hiroshi wasn't thrilled with the idea of inviting a stray animal into his home, but the look on his daughter's face had him giving in before he'd had a chance to argue. She gave him a tight hug and trotted off to clean the youngster up, and get him a proper meal.

Half an hour later she and Tetsu were snuggled together on her bed. She, reading a book about the laws of business, and him sleeping on her pillows. There wasn't much more for her to do on this wet and dreary day and, honestly she didn't mind a little time to herself now and then.

Her home had been quiet or a while now, the only sounds were the soft rumbles of thunder, and the faint purring of the kitten. Her father must have gone back to the office for the night, leaving her to entertain herself for the rest of the evening. She could continue to study, maybe go to her workshop and tinker for a while, or…...

Greens eyes slid to the sleeping figure next to her, she did her best not to wake him as she slipped from her mattress to make her way to her computer. There had been something on her mind for a while now, and this seemed like the perfect time to expand on the thoughts plaguing her mind.

Her hands shook lightly as she opened up her laptop and proceeded to begin her search. There were a few things she'd stumbled upon once before while browsing the internet, but had never dared to return to again. Out of sheer embarrassment and quite a bit of denial. She took an unsteady breath as she reached her search destination. Just one more click and, there, she'd done it, the screen lit up and Asami found the search bar.

Facebook. Dreaded Facebook and social media. Asami hated it, and had done everything in her power to stay away from such sites, but this was something she was all too curious about. She began a short type into the search bar, just a single word.

Korra.

Even though she didn't know her last name, there was no reason to keep searching, there was only one Korra that came up in her search. Oddly enough, there was no surname available, but the reason for that became apparent after a short moment of scrolling.

"Daughter of the chief of the Southern Water Tribes?" she whispered to no one in particular.

That certainly came as a shock to the heiress. Why was she here in Republic City? Giving swimming lessons no less?

Asami let the shock of the discovery slip away for a moment, she could dwell on that bit of information later. She hadn't come to learn about Korra's family, she'd come to, well…

Asami gulped as she selected a photo album labeled 'Summer'. Just as she expected, pictures of the young woman at the beach, dressed in short tights made for colder waters.

"Spirits," Asami breathed, embarrassed at herself, but unable to stop scrolling, "she's hot".