This fanfic is still the greatest excuse I've ever had to watch Treasure Planet like sixteen times on repeat.
If Asami could have seen her face right at that moment, she would have been a little disturbed by the wicked grin that dominated her face. But at that moment, with the wind blowing her hair straight back her, the wheels screeching on the pavement beneath her as she took another too-fast turn, and the shouts of annoyed citizens behind her as they dove out of her way, she couldn't have cared less what she looked like. She was behind the wheel of her new car; no one could stop her.
She veered suddenly off of the street and plowed through a fence that led to a construction site. The workers shouted at her and the flashing lights and orange tape shrieked, "DO NOT ENTER." She ignored it all and raced towards the steel beams that had been placed to start the new skyscraper. She squinted her eyes and bit her lip as she analyzed the small openings and sharp turns left to her by the metal beams; this was going to be a bit tricky.
Asami placed her hand on the clutch, mentally prepared herself for the amount of shifts she was going to have to do and then breathed in slowly. On her exhale she floored it. In her mind, she could practically hear Pema shrieking at her and see the people she left behind her staring after her in a mixture of awe and horror as she narrowly missed crossbeam after support beam of unfinished building. Her car scraped up against a beam, gouging the paint and leaving the building wobbling in her wake. She howled and let out a wild laugh. Just let anyone try to touch her when she was behind the wheel.
The last opening in the construction sight was ahead of her. It was going to be a narrow fit, one that would have given a lesser driver pause. But then again, a lesser driver would not have dared to plow through a construction site. She tightened her grip on the steering wheel and narrowed her vision. The only thing that mattered was getting through that gap.
She let out another deep breath and slightly tapped the gas pedal with her right foot and shot through the small gap. The sides of her car squealed in protest as the metal beams dug into them. She pushed on through, willing her car to just go a little farther, like all of its predecessors had manage to do. Her car groaned and quaked, but eventually gave in to its mistress' demands, like her cars always did. Wood chips shattered across her windshield as she shot out into the street beyond and a loud clatter boomed from behind. She sneaked a peak behind and saw that many of the beams had begun to fall sideways, leaving the workers that weren't struggling to keep them up to bend rocks and metal in her direction.
Asami laughed and raised a hand to bid the good people goodbye, which managed to infuriate them even more. She sped away quickly as the size of the rocks being hurled at her increased in size. "YAHOOO!" she screamed as loud as she could, letting herself be heard over her engine.
Sirens began to sound after she finished her shout. Her grin vanished as she realized that her fun was about to be cut short... again. She rolled her eyes and decided that it was time that she abandon ship. She turned her car towards the nearing bay. There was always a pile of clothing scraps to land on when you neared the bay if you needed them. She unbuckled and leapt onto a pile or reeking shirts. She groaned and held her head. She managed to sit up to see the car she had spent months building fly off into the murky bay waters.
She waited until she heard the splash before she saluted it. Better a watery grave than the metal bender's scrap heap. She rolled off of the clothes heap and began to walk very casually down the docks. With any luck she would reach the ferry before anyone reached the site. She had moved too fast for anyone to positively ID her, the car had been built from scraps, it would be a good two or three weeks before anyone could even start to ID her as the culprit, and by then Pema would have forgotten that she hadn't been home that day, providing her with an alibi. A perfect little crime. She whistled as she turned down the alleyway short cut that would lead her towards the docks.
She had not been expecting the Chief of Police herself, Chief Bei Fong, to block her path. The woman glared at her, the characteristic look of disapproval and condescending anger washing over her in waves. Asami backed up and cringed. "It seems like you were leaving the party you made for us a bit early, weren't you, Miss Sato?"
Asami rolled her eyes and folded her arms. "Great," she muttered as the handcuffs flew onto her wrists.