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Asami was seven when her father picked up what was left of his family and moved (her) across the sea to Republic City. He wanted nothing to do with the city itself, except to open his new flagship operation there and be able to retreat to the countryside once the workday was over (where he could plant tall trees against even taller fences to keep out anything and anyone unwanted) and forget all about what he'd left (and lost) in the Fire Nation.

Unfortunately for his daughter, that meant a new school and new people and no one with bright green eyes and a soft smile to greet her when she came home. Her father had retreated into his work, spending most of his time and energy building while she was trapped in her room, attempting to wrap her seven year old brain around what exactly was going on.

He had placed her in a private elementary school that could match the pedigree of the one she'd be taken out of, and there she buried herself in books and anything that she could get her hands on to understand what interested her father (since it was nothing that could be found in their house) in order to get him to hang out with her again- maybe take her to work with him, or even decide she was worth a trip to the beach for ice cream, like they used to do when they were all together.

All of this was to very little avail, as Hiroshi didn't have much of a heart for casual conversation with someone so small who looked so much like his lost wife, and so at nine, Asami decided to take matters into her own hands. She had marched to his office one night after a robotics competition (where they had crushed the local schools team because they seemed less interested in winning and more preoccupied with squealing together and watching things be destroyed) and demanded that once she finished her grade at this private school, she be sent to the regular middle school that was closer to home and the kids that lived nearby, and because she wanted friends, dad, not competitors.

Hiroshi also didn't have the heart to deny his brilliant nine-year-old anything she deemed good for her wellbeing (because the spirits knew he and his moping were not) and conceded quite easily.

At ten, she took the bus all by herself to her new school, where, at the ring of the first bell, she was pretty sure she had made a huge mistake (the fact that everyone wasn't wearing the same uniform was sensory overload on its own) and timidly introduced herself to her new class, trying very hard not to throw up. This did not go unnoticed.

"You look like you're gonna throw up," the blue eyed girl she ended up sitting next to told her, an excited expression on her face. "If you do, can you do it in this bag so I can hide it in Tahno's locker later?" And the girl had proceeded to empty her lunch into her backpack, and hand Asami the brown bag, which had a scribbled note on it:

Korra-
Please chew your food.
-Love, Mom.

Asami didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the note, but she was swayed to the side of laughter by the expectant grin "Korra" was giving her.

"Sure," she managed, hoping she didn't actually throw up at any point that day. "Just don't tell him it's mine."

As time went on, she ended up spending more and more time with Korra, less by choice and more because she had become swept up in all of Korra'a antics. She hadn't been able to throw up and give it to Korra like she'd wanted, but she could pick a lock on a middle school locker, which helped Korra place other, less disgusting things into Tahno's. She felt sort of terrible, since she actually didn't know Tahno, but it seemed to please Korra immensely, which was gratifying on its own. It seemed Korra was always up to something or looking for some sort of mischief, and that was how she found that Korra was a force of nature- even if she didn't follow along willingly, the currents from Korra's storm would still take her.

There was the time Korra had convinced her to skip gym (because she had still not found where it was…) and jump the fence into the practice fields where they ate a second lunch, since Korra always had extra. There was also another time Korra had told Asami to stand guard at the edge of the woods surrounding the school while she poked at a bees' nest, because she needed to know if she could run faster than a bee (why?) and it was Asami that had to drag her back to the nurses' office with twelve bee stings. She also had Asami teach her how certain instruments worked, so she could remove parts or strings from the ones Tahno would have to play for band, and then put them back after he'd stormed off.

For all their troublemaking, they (Korra) had eventually gotten a stern talking to from Mako (before the principal caught up to them), who had renamed mysterious to Asami up until that point, as he was in the grade above. Korra had always brought him up (Mako's gonna have a heart attack if he finds out we did that/ I think I just heard Mako's fun-ruiner alarm go off/ You'll meet Mako one day, but he's always busy not having fun) and she had to admit she was excited at the prospect of having more friends (that were a little less nuts than Korra). Mako was, as Korra said, quiet and a little brooding, clearly taking his 'studies' (if you could call them that in middle school), seriously, since, as she would learn, he wanted to be able to take care of his brother and grandmother when she got older. Asami could understand probably better than anyone his desire to keep his remaining family together at any cost.

She'd met Bolin one afternoon when she'd gathered the courage to ask Mako and Korra if she could accompany them to the neighboring elementary school to pick him up. In retrospect it almost awes her how small he had been (nowhere near the hulking mass he is today) but rather a bright-eyed kid with messy hair in clothes too big for him, who had loved her from the minute he laid eyes on her. He had ignored Mako and Korra in favor of inundating her with questions about her favorite color and her favorite show and her favorite subject and her favorite food (and telling her about all his favorite foods) and how he thought next year Korra's dad was going to make him a surfboard that he could paint and if she wanted to help him think of a design she could since she said she liked art?

Having had fought extremely hard for any affection for the past few years, she was taken aback at how quickly she'd gained favor with three strangers, and how willing she was to give it back. She spent that whole first year going wherever Korra's storm took her, listening and memorizing every word Korra shared with her. She knew about Sokka (who she had a tiny crush on because he reminded her of home) and Naga, the puppy she'd just found, and her parents and her house in the South Pole and her hockey team and her swim team and teaching Bolin to surf and anything else Korra could spew out- and it seemed only months later Korra finally realized she'd been rambling, and gave Asami the chance to speak- and she could only think of one thing. Thank you.

"For what?" Korra would ask.

For a million things. Things an eleven year old couldn't really put into words. For talking to her. For taking her in. For giving her a little brother that adored her and a Mako that looked after her. For Korra, who had taken her by the hand and barreled through any obstacles in the way of her confidence, all while showing her how freely she could be living. For giving her a family, and helping her fix her own. After meeting Korra, she always had more to talk to Hiroshi excitedly about, and even if he didn't speak too much, she could tell by his smile he loved seeing her happy (and she was), and he wasn't about to question why. From Korra she learned to take what she wanted, and she found herself eating more ice cream on the beach with him, even if it was just the two of them.

Eventually, she would tell Korra why she'd been so shy. She had to admit she was a little afraid, since she'd never really told the whole story out loud, and she didn't know how carefree Korra would take such depressing news. She told her about her mother, about how she felt stupid that she was from the Fire Nation but she was sometimes afraid of fire, about her father and how he'd run away from it all, and her fear of being left alone. But Korra seemed to savor anything Asami told her about herself, and in favor of saying anything comforting (because what could a ten year old say on any of those things?) Korra committed everything she said to memory, in an (almost foolish) attempt to make sure Asami never went through any hardship or cried ever again- a feat only Korra would undertake. And, as they lay in the grass at her house and Korra took her hand and made her silent promises, she knew she'd made the right choice barging into her father's office that night- and that this, in whatever form, was the love she'd been looking for.

Unsurprisingly, Korra was quite successful in her endeavor, and Asami found herself in entering her last year of middle school as the captain of the volleyball team, (Korra had barged into one of their practices when Asami had mentioned wanting to try it and demanded they be nice to her, or she'd deck them, and then Asami ended up being crazy tall and crazy good), founder of the robotics team with a gaggle of friends she could only have ever dreamed of, a boyfriend, Mako- which skyrocketed her into the realm of unattainable girl who only dated older, really attractive guys, a baby brother that made sure everyone in the grades below believed it and worshiped her as well, a best friend that commanded respect for herself and Asami anywhere they went, and a father who had finally noted her prowess in engineering and design, and began to take her to work with him on the weekends.

From then on, everything their group did, they did together. And while Asami still didn't understand how it all had happened, Mako, Bolin and Korra all believed rather simply that she completed their circle. Korra had another girl to talk to, Mako had someone that would be quiet with him, and Bolin had the mothering sister Korra was too wild to be. They would all convene at Korra's house, where her parents would make them dinner and let them watch movies, (anything that kept Korra out of mischief) and Asami found herself falling in love with the warmth she'd managed to find, with the welcome and safety Korra's family provided, and eventually, with Korra herself.

She wasn't entirely sure when it happened but she also was not entirely surprised it did. The hurricane force winds from Korra's storm had broken down all her barriers, the tsunami had swept her away, the earthquake had rocked her foundations and her fire had ignited another one in Asami, which burned just for her. Laying across from her in the grass one night she realized that Korra's arm against hers made her heart flutter, her smile sent the blood rushing to her face and that she never wanted either of those feelings to ever go away. If she had anything close to a keeper it was Korra, and she realized that she wanted to be at the eye of Korra's storm- not being swept away by the current but moving along with it.

High school was worse. Even though her "relationship" with Mako had ended on extremely amicable terms (because she had realized there wasn't room in her heart for him that way), she found herself on the unfamiliar side of jealousy when Korra and Mako had started dating. Puberty had been excellent to Korra (and herself, if all the paper marriage proposals were anything to go by), and all the sports and general running around Korra did seemed to carve her out of her baby fat into a solid strong totem pole like the ones her people left in the ice- and that everyone wanted to touch. It also didn't help that Korra's eyes seemed to be able to shred you apart like the jagged pieces of ice they must have been made of. But for all her hardness, Korra was always the same bright smile and gentle hands to Asami- and so when they laid next to one another in the grass now, Korra's arm against hers made her insides burn and Asami felt like she would have no problem if Korra rolled on top of her and took what was hers like she always did.

But that never happened. Even though she and Mako burned out quickly, she figured if Korra ever wanted her, she would march right up to her like she'd done to Mako and demanded they go out. But even though Korra always made it seem that Asami was something she wanted, waiting on her to make that move turned out to be fruitless, as Korra got caught up with Wing shortly after (she guessed he could weather a storm). When Opal came into their lives, eventually even Bolin had found the courage to ask her out, likely at Korra's urging to not a be a chicken and make a move.

With every week that passed her heart seemed to ache more from Korra's hesitation and her desires seemed more uncontrollable- there was more that one time she was assigned as Korra's lab partner and rather than perform the experiment, she wondered what it would be like if Korra picked her up and laid her right on top of the chemistry bench. Her heart nearly exploded out of her chest the time she'd caught Korra and Wing making out against the lockers in the field house one afternoon, and it was when she had to stop herself from crying the whole next period she realized that she couldn't be a part of Korra's storm. She had to create her own.

Everything Korra had taught her she put to use, and all the social capital Mako and Bolin had garnered her at school she cashed in on. She had a reputation without having much to repute, and if her father had taught her anything, that was good for business. She remained the first in their class, and in addition to her intellect and athleticism, she learned to move like a whirlwind, captivating people with her good looks and newfound charm and moving on before they had even realized they had fallen to her. Her style ended up being more like a thunderstorm, quick, powerful and confident, but leaving strong reverberations that echoed through the their chests, unlike Korra's complete natural disaster. By mid- junior year she had seventeen proposals for prom, both the junior and senior one, and she had Korra following her like a puppy since it was now Asami that called the shots on what they did and how they did it. She would sometimes wait for Korra outside her swim practice with her fancy car, where, without a word, Korra would immediately split in favor of whatever Asami had planned. She refused to make any moves on Korra this way though, since she probably hadn't realized what was going on, and Asami didn't want to take advantage.

She began teasing Korra endlessly and for once, was the one to fluster her- but Korra was still not one of her seventeen proposals, and when she was sitting alone at junior prom (not entirely- their whole group was there, and she did have Mako for company…) she decided to put aside her crush (which was honestly, much, much more than that) in favor of something more immediately gratifying, convincing herself she had just been a lovesick teenager pining for her best friend.

She might not have gone to the junior prom with any of them, but that did not mean that out of the seventeen proposals she couldn't find any candidates for emotional (and sexual) relief. She eventually (based on a complex algorithm of humor, intelligence (split into raw and emotional categories), attractiveness, and openness) narrowed them down to two: there was the president of the debate team, Noatak, and the captain of the lacrosse team, Iroh. As handsome as Noatak was though, he looked eerily similar to Korra (100 points for attractiveness) and she did not think that would work out very well (since she wasn't sure he was not a complete psychopath- he failed the emotional intelligence part of the test horrifically). Iroh however, was sweet and polite (and all of the above) and if she had to be honest, he seemed to be the one that could fuel the fire she was trying to feed, which he ended up doing quite well.

They hung out and flirted all that summer, which she had to admit, felt much better when she knew that person wanted to be with her. Though her game with Korra persisted though her humble beginnings with Iroh (Korra always played back, to the point where they had almost kissed one night during winter break in the coffeehouse) it suffered an abrupt hiatus in their last year of school, somewhere between when Asami told Korra she'd accepted her bid to the most prestigious school in the Fire Nation, and Korra and Kuvira started beating each other up in the bedroom. Asami was simultaneously hurt and turned on by the marks Korra would come to school with- bruises, bleeding lips and deep scratches on her arms- and Korra made no attempt to hide them. It was this that pushed Asami to the tipping point. Korra always gave Asami chase only to end up with someone else- and she was over that.

As she and Iroh began spending more time together, she saw that he was in many ways Korra's antithesis. Though Korra could be proper and polite, she saved that only for special occasions (or special people, like Asami), whereas Iroh did it all the time. He was no storm and was much more hesitant to admit what he wanted, and formal in their interactions (and he always insisted they go out before they do anything further) and Asami had no patience for that. She was not looking to fall in love (part of her kept reminding her she already was, as much as she tried to fight it) and she could not bear the tension of the two of them hesitating around her- so, one night, the thunderstorm arose and she ended their make out session and pulled him into the backseat of the car- and that was that.

She found that Korra was both excited and discomforted by this news, (wow, 'Sami, I didn't know you had it in you/ but Iroh? really?) which was why she found endless enjoyment from Korra's awkward and resentful reactions to everything she did with him. If Korra was going to torture her with scratch marks and ripped clothing, she could torture right back. She made it very clear to Iroh that he was nothing more than a friend with benefits, and he seemed to have no issues with this, and Korra tended not to bring it up.

When school ended, she and Korra had begun flirting again (Kuvira only managed to keep Korra's attention for a few weeks and/or Korra was terrified she might actually break her nose one night and ended it) and Asami was sure once more that something would surface between them. This time around, though, she was haunted by their three-month deadline. She didn't want to leave without Korra knowing, but as the weeks passed she became even more terrified of what would happen if they did start something, and then she left right after for the Fire Nation. She had very little confidence that she and Korra would last the distance, and was convinced that it would only be a matter of time before Korra moved on to someone new (like she had been able to all these years) and Asami did not want to be just a failed experiment after all her heartache.

Part of her had hoped that she'd forget all about Korra and Iroh would be able to repossess her heart. He did occasionally attempt to get a date out of her, which she found endearing, but she never truly considered it.

That was until two weeks ago, when she thought Korra and Mako were dating again. She had fought the revelation with every fiber of her being, tried not to tear her heart out or kill Korra, but that would be the third time that Korra flirted and smiled and made her heart flutter only to end up with someone else. And it was her last straw. She was going to fucking forget her and her stupid smile and her stupid eyes and her stupid clueless fucking personality and move on- and accept his request for a date.

And that was a week ago, when she realized that Korra was not trying to date Mako, and Korra had finally fucking touched her and told her (at least) with her roaming hands and ragged breaths against Asami's neck that it was Asami she wanted, and all of Asami's emotions flooded back to her in the wave Korra always brought them in. Only this time Korra had been met with an equal and similarly brutal force for once, and as the Southern ship took Korra away, Asami could finally answer her question with absolute certainty. She'd changed her mind. And for good this time.

Would you jump back on to a sinking ship for someone?

Well, now she knew she would jump into the ocean for someone.

But her answer was yes. It didn't matter how long they lasted- two days or two months, whether they sank or swum, or whether one of them died in a tragic boat accident- Korra would be worth whatever pain or heartbreak she caused, and she would not go back to the Fire Nation and to the ashes of her mother and tell her she was too scared to give back the love that had brought her to life.