Author's Note:
1. As some of you readers may know, this chapter was supposed to come out 2 days ago (Monday). However, my internet was down and I didn't realize that the chapter hadn't been uploaded until today. Either way, PLEEEASE FORGIVE ME!
2. From here on out (unless I specifically state otherwise), I will try my best to upload new chapters every Monday.
3. As I've said before, this story is originally from my tumblr (whoviansaremagic) and Chapter 4 of this story is there.
Regardless of everything else, please enjoy Chapter 3: Awkward.
Awkward
Korra and Senna walked into the quaint little store, Senna being overwhelmed by how beautifully the different uniforms' colors mixed, while Korra started to stroll through the shop, looking for the plain black and white of her new school. After a few stressful minutes, Korra stopped in front of a sign that stated, Elements Academy: Boys' Section, 1st Year.
First, shoes, black and white leather shoes.
Korra thought while looking through the different school uniforms' shoes.
Man, I wish this could be easi-"Ow!"
She exclaimed after bumping into what she thought was a wall. She stumbled to the floor in a mixture of shock and slight pain. Before looking back up, Korra heard a soft, careful voice from above say, "Oh Spirits, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"
Korra's head shot up (a little too quickly) at the angelic sound, and what she saw dumbfounded her. A tall, pale-skinned girl, whose voice sounded too mature to be in high school, looked back at her with sparkling, emerald-green eyes, filled with pure concern.
The wondrous voice spoke again, "Here, let me help you up."
A gloved hand appeared in front Korra and she reacted instinctively as her brain rebooted. She slowly lifted her hand and gripped the other's, feeling the glove twitch slightly. Without a second thought, Korra was hoisted up and stood in front of (according to her) a legitimate angel. However, Korra simply stared blankly at their conjoined hands.
"I hope I didn't hurt you. I deeply apologize." When Korra heard this, she snapped back to reality and quickly withdrew her hand, stuffing them into her pockets and staring down at her feet.
"N-no, I-it was m-my f-fault." She managed to say.
Her face began to redden as she replayed the scene in her mind again, just to be sure it was real. In an attempt to get her dignity back, Korra looked up at the girl she'd practically run over. Said girl gave her a quizzical look and asked, "Why are you looking in the Boys' section of the store? Do you have an older brother around here?"
This surprised Korra (almost as much as the girl's appearance had), but she calmly responded, "Well, you see, skirts and I don't mix very well so I got Professor Tenzin from Elements Academy to give me this." As she spoke, Korra pulled out the note that she'd gotten with her acceptance letter out of her pocket and presented it to the girl whose name she was oblivious to. Realizing this, Korra mustered the strength to ask, "Um… what's your name?"
The mystery girl was examining the note carefully before being taken aback by the question, literally. She had physically taken a step back after she heard it and, realizing her rudeness, replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, I should've mentioned it earlier. My name is Asami Sato. I will be going to Elements Academy next year as well, as a transfer student." She then returned the note to the strange girl in front of her.
Upon hearing this, Korra said a quiet "Yes." to herself because she might have the chance to see 'Asami' again. After a few silent seconds, the name registered in the Water Tribe girl's mind.
"Sato? As in-"
"The Satomobile? Yes. My father is the founder of Future Industries and, since I am an only child, I am the heiress to the company."
"Only child?" Korra inquired, partially oblivious to the other information.
Before Asami could muster another word, she did a double-take of the tan-skinned girl, not being used to such a simple question.
"Y-yes, I'm an only child. I never got to spend time with children my age very much in primary school."
Why did I say that? I can't just spill my guts out to this random stranger. Asami thought to herself, I'd normally never say such personal things to a stranger but she's so easy to talk to. I feel like I just want to spend hours on end talking my heart out to her, she seems so friendly. She hasn't wanted any information about my father or his company, she seems to really want to know me.
"I get it," Korra said, bringing Asami back to reality, "being an only child, I mean."
"But you seem so friendly." Asami blurted, having enough self-control to stop at just that.
"Well, I had a few friends, but I come from a pretty small place and the only other person my age was, and still is, a total jerk. Oh, and the name's Korra, by the way."
"Where are you fr-?"
"Asami?"
Said girl whipped her head around to find herself facing her father.
"Oh, sorry sir, I was just apologizing to this girl for running into her."
"Well, as you well know, I'm on a tight schedule, Asami. Just know that we need to leave in…" Mr. Sato inspected his watch before continuing, "15 minutes, so please, finish gathering your school supplies and uniform." Mr. Sato replied, oblivious to Korra's presence.
"Oh, and father, just so you are aware, this is Korra." Asami said, motioning to the nervous Water Tribe girl.
"Hello, Mr. Sato. It's truly a pleasure to meet you." Korra said to him, offering her hand.
"Avatar Korra, I presume? I suppose I should be the one who is pleased." The inventor took the offered hand and shook it, once, before both hands lowered.
Asami's face went from one of nervous neutrality to complete befuddlement.
I had no idea that the Avatar was a teenager. Then again, Avatar Aang was only 12 in mind and body, albeit 112 in spirit.
"I sure hope you were respectful to the Avatar, Asami." Mr. Sato continued, now half-glaring at the heiress.
"A-as respectful as always, s-sir." Asami stuttered, face now red with embarrassment and head hung low.
"I'll be done as soon as I possibly can, sir."
"Well, I'll leave you to it, then. It was quite the pleasure to meet you, Avatar Korra."
"You as well, Mr. Sato."
And with that, he left the scene.
As soon as he was out of earshot Asami started, "I'm so deeply sorry, A-avatar Korra. I knew I'd recognized your name from somewhere but-" Asami stopped at the sound of Korra's laughter.
"You don't have to apologize. As far as I'm concerned, I'm the worst Avatar to date." Korra started to lower her head as she spoke.
"Why would you say that?" Asami asked, her voice holding a bit more concern than she intended.
"I don't know, it just feels like I'm doing something wrong… Like I'm somehow less of an Avatar than my predecessors."
Korra: I've never admitted that to anyone, but
Asami: I should be more careful about what I say, but
K: She's
A: So
"Different…" the two whispered, trance-like and in sync.
At the sound of each other's voices Asami looked down at the girl in front of her as Korra looked up and, for the first time, their eyes met. For a few seconds they looked into each other's eyes and they both knew that this wouldn't be the last time they met.
Korra, realizing that she was staring, quickly looked down at her fur-lined boots and said, "WellIbestgetbacktobusinessitwasnicemeetingyoubye."
Korra's voice snapped Asami back into reality but before Korra could sprint away Asami replied slowly, "You too, Avatar Korra."
Before Korra could get away, Asami offered her hand, and they shook hands awkwardly (neither really wanting to let go), turned away from each other, and went back to shopping, Asami on the Girls' side and Korra on the Boys'.
