A.N: Holy fuck I totally forgot to update here when I posted somewhere else fucking months ago

Korra grunted as a block on Earth slammed into her stomach, she could do better than this, her opponent was an Earthbender, the school bully.

Earthbending was hard to defend against unless blocked with earth.

Weak when in close combat like airbending

Weak to fast unpredictable attacks like Fire and Airbending

Korra had no choice, she could Fire or Airbend, no here not in the open, she couldn't defend easily, the earth would just fly through the water and ice was slow and hard to defend with, it was just as likely to shatter as stop the attack, she would have to go up close, which wasn't preferable, it was how she would fight as the avatar and people would draw conclusions, but she was defending a year 7, one of the youngest in the school, that had to be foremost in her mind.

Korra pulled some water from her waterskin and separated it into two and took off towards the boy, she ducked under another block and used a pillar that was intended to put her off balance, as a springboard, taking off, spinning around in the air, and bringing the water down on the thug's head drenching him in the progress, she then produced more water from a nearby puddle, and slashed at his legs, the legs are an Earthbender's greatest tool, the memory of her training rung clear in Korra's head like it was yesterday. The boy fell to the ground with a satisfying thud, Korra put her knee on his chest preventing him from standing up.

She then patted him on the cheek sarcastically, "Nice one mate," she said.

"What's going on here!" came a stern voice.

Korra turned her bead to the source of the voice, it was a Firebending tutor, was it Izan? Korra had never really spoken to him on account of being a waterbender. Korra smiled at him sheepishly, "He was beating on a Year 7 Sir" she said

"Get off him Korra,"

"Good idea," Korra said cheekily, she stood up.

"Come on you and me are going to the headteacher's office," The Tutor said motioning for the boy to stand up, as he led him away she turned around, "You did good Korra," he smiled and walked away.

Over the past two years, Korra had become well known mainly for her fighting skills but Korra liked to believe that it was mainly due to her outstanding humour, something her girlfriend assured her that she possessed very little of, until Korra, very rightly pointed out that Asami laughs at her jokes more than anyone else.

Korra looked around, it was almost the end of lunch and everyone was starting to clear off the field ready for next lesson, she sighed and walked back inside, she had a long evening, first she had pro-bending practice with the boys, then she had training of her own, and finally she wanted a night with her girlfriend, something that was happening increasingly less often, with the Equalist activity on the rise and the Gangs getting more and more restless, Korra was on the streets more and more, Asami was also getting more insistent that she should be out there with Korra who was struggling to say 'No' as it was.

It had started with Asami asking Korra to teach her how to fight, then free run, and then several other things, then she asked if she could come out with Korra one night, to which she was answered with a very definite 'No' but the answer became less and less definite every time she asked, which was almost every night.

Korra sighed and slumped into her physics seat and got lost in thought once again.

It was 5 O'clock and Asami walked up to the front door of the mansion and looked through the window, there was no-one there, 'she's probably late' Asami thought… Asami hoped. Korra saved Asami's life, and Korra's own life seemed fucked up, she needed Asami's help. Of cause that it was an added bonus that that Korra was also incredibly attractive, or Asami imagined so once she had been cleaned up a bit.

Asami wandered into the living room planning on waiting for the doorbell to go off.

"You know you never told me your name," came a voice from the corner of the room making Asami jump a foot into the air.

She glanced to the corner where the voice originated, and there stood Korra, wearing the same as the day before, Big, thick, Blue hoodie and jogging bottoms, her hood was pulled up casting her face into shadows, she looked like one of the men you find down dark alleys doing drugs, but her eyes had this gleam to them, that was visible even on her face in shadows, she looked alive.

"Korra…" Asami said in a daze, she shook her head, "My name's Asami, Asami Sato,"

Korra nodded, "It's nice to meet you, Asami Sato," she said giving a quick bow of her head.

"You could've just used the front door, you know," Asami said gesturing to the hallway she had just come from.

Korra bit her lip, "I don't know, front doors don't really agree with me, along with Butlers, me being homeless, I guess you have a Butler with a house like this and everything," she said nervously. "I guess breaking in gives me a rush as well,"

Asami chuckled lightly, that'll be where the gleam in the eyes came from "That's alright Korra,"

"So what did you have planned?" Korra asked nervously

"Let's start with getting you cleaned up," Asami said as she waked up to her, she reached up and pulled Korra's hood down, "it's rude to wear a hood inside Korra," she said sarcastically, Korra grinned sheepishly. Asami then took her hand and led her to the bathroom where she had a bath ready run, "Have a bath, I'll be in downstairs when you're finished," Asami took a hold of Korra's arms, "Is that OK?" she asked, Korra nodded nervously in response, Asami smiled and left her to it.

Half an hour later, when Korra still hadn't come out of the bath Asami went to check on her, Asami found Korra sitting in the bath with tears running down her face, her more private parts covered by bubbles, her hair was wet but still looked grubby, Asami smiled, walked in and sat down by the bath,

"What's wrong Korra?" she asked quietly.

"You're the first person to show any kindness to me in the last 6 months," she was sobbing, "And you have no right, you should be morning, your Mom just died, because I didn't do my job properly, I'm supposed to protect people, not watch them get killed," that was when she broke down, leaning her head against the edge of the bath.

Asami wrapped Korra's head in her arms, "Believe me I'm morning, and I guess everyone has different ways of dealing with it, and I guess I deal with it by helping those who need it." She cooed, "You did nothing wrong Korra, you saved me and my Dad, I couldn't ask for anything else. Now sit up you're not going to get cleaned up if you just sit there are you,"

Korra nodded and went for the soap but Asami was quicker, she grabbed it and poured some into her hands and then started lathering up Korra's thick, black hair that hadn't seen any soap in 6 months. That was when it struck her, her mom used to do this to her, sit on the side of the bath washing Asami's hair, she paused for a moment, 'No help Korra, take your mind off it'

"What's wrong?" Korra had picked up on the momentary pause

"Nothing," Asami brushed off the question, pausing for a moment she said, "Do you mind if I ask a personal question?"

"Ask away," came a reply, she had a careless tone to her voice, something that she had lacked the last time that they met.

"How did you end up on the streets?" When no immediate reply came Asami quickly added, "you don't have to answer if you don't want to,"

"No, no it's Ok, I guess I just haven't stopped to think about it," Korra said sadly, "It all started when my Mom died…"