HEY GUYS I'M BACK WITH A NEW STORY! THIS IS GOING TO BE VERY DIFFERENT. IT WILL BE MULTIPLE POV AND THE LOK CHARACTERS WILL BE BETTER DEVELOPED AND BROUGHT UP A LOT IN THIS STORY, BUT WILL MAINLY BE KORRASAMI! PLEASE READ AND ENJOY A PREVIEW OF THE FIRST CHAPTER :)
Show Me Your Heart
~Prologue
The stars were lighting the sky, and the air felt warmer. They had arrived to Republic City. Asami stirred Korra until she woke up.
"Wake up hun, we're here."
"Already? glad I was able to sleep long enough so I wouldn't get seasick." Korra replied.
Asami smiled and gave her a passionate kiss on the lips. Korra cupped her face with one hand as they pulled away.
"Get the luggage out while I go bring the car." Asami grinned.
"Of course." Korra playfully rolled her eyes. She walked outside to the unloading dock and looked up at the sky.
"What time is it?" she said aloud.
"2 am miss," replied a crew member.
Asami and her fiance were cruising through the empty streets of the city.
"Wow I never thought I'd miss the sickening warm air here." Asami exclaimed pressing a button that opened up the top of her convertible.
"Oh relax, we were only at the water tribe for four days." Korra replied.
"Ha, I'm glad your parents approved of our marriage."
"Me too." Korra reached for Asami's hand until she noticed her phone screen lit up. She picked it up and saw a message from her friend.
"Opal asks if we've landed yet."
"What? Why are talking to her?" Asami asked.
"Because she's my best friend?"
"Well Mako is my best friend and you don't like me talking to him!" Asami raised her voice. Korra sighed and put her phone down. Asami gave her a sympathetic look.
"What are you doing? Keep your eyes on the road." Korra ordered.
"What? You don't trust me with our baby?" Asami asked.
"No I mean, I'm sure there's lots of crazy drivers at two in the morning. And stop calling the car your baby. It's not like you carried it for nine months."
"True, but I did make it in three." Asami smirked.
"Why don't you like Mako? I don't understand." she asked returning back to the subject.
"He just seems more interested in your company than your friendship." Korra admitted.
"I don't see a problem in that. I actually considered passing Future Industries over to him."
Korra gave Asami a look of utter shock. Asami placed a hand on her thigh.
"Don't worry, the only way he'll have my company is when I take a leave of absence or if I somehow die. But neither of those things will happen." Asami reassured her girlfriend.
Just from the left lane, two bright lights were coming towards Asami's car. There was no time to react as a big truck crashed into their vehicle, flipping it over and sending both girls out of the car falling hard on the cement. Asami couldn't feel her body for she was in a great amount of pain, but she managed to open her eyes and see her lover unconscious a few feet away. Korra's head and cheek were covered in blood and she wasn't moving. Asami feared that she wasn't breathing either. Everything happened so quick that she couldn't fully grasp the situation. She didn't know how to react. Her vision started to blur as she was slowly slipping out of consciousness.
"Korra…"
~Lost Spirit
….Asami….
The sky was clear and the sun was shining. It was so hot that the curtains had to be closed to block out the rays. I woke up to the sun in my face because I don't have any curtains. I heard the front doorknob rattle so I sat up and stayed on my bed legs crossed, waiting for whoever it was to enter my house.
"Come right in, this house has just been put back on the market and it's in perfect shape!" A real-estate agent walked in with a young couple.
"What are you doing here so early in the morning?" I hollered from the second floor. In a flash, I stood in front of the the three intruders. The agent ignored my presence and proceeded with the tour of the house, going up the long staircase.
"There's a bed here," The woman pointed in confusion.
"It probably belonged to the previous owners. We can get rid of it, no problem." The agent replied.
"Actually, it's my bed." I chimed in even though they can't hear me. Then I hopped onto the bed, causing the wooded frame to creak loudly.
"Um...Mr. Varrick? You never mentioned why this house was put back on the market so quickly," the woman said in what looked like a terrified face.
"Well the previous owners claimed a ghost chased them out of this house. It's all nonsense, if you ask me!" He quoted with his fingers.
"That's right. I did chase them out and I'll do it again, so just leave." I said again.
"Well in that case, we'll take this house! Let's move in right away." the husband said in glee.
A week later...
"P-please leave. We'll take good care of this house…" the new owner stood in the center holding onto his wife. I walked around their kitchen and banged on all the cabinets. I also broke the hanging light.
"Why are you humans so afraid when all I'm doing is trashing this place like a child would?" It was truly amusing.
"D-down the street, there's a psychic store that just opened! Maybe if you go there, you can find peace." the man held out a card shakingly. I hesitantly took the card and to my surprise, I was able to physically touch it. The couple stumbled back in fear. What was the point of going when no one can see me? I thought for a moment and remembered that psychics believed in the supernatural, so maybe they'll be able to communicate. I turned to look at the couple.
"If this guy's a fake, I'll come back for you two." I said with no emotion. I vanished into thin air, and appeared in front of a building that read 'Psychic of Fire' and decided to use the front entrance. There were curtains blocking the view of the psychic's room. I hesitated to continue forward.
"Come in spirit, I sense your presence." A woman said in a gentle tone. I went into the room and took a seat across from the psychic. She was an older slim woman with dark grey hair, wearing a blue robe.
"I'm glad you've come. We have a lot of work to do."
"Do you know me?" I asked.
"Personally? No, but I know you're an emotionless ghost."
"What do you mean?"
"Most lost souls who've come to me, bawled in joy that finally someone can see them, but your face has no expression."
I was unsure of how to respond. I can't remember the last time I ever felt anything. I never laughed or smiled, cried or gotten angry. It didn't bother me one bit though.
"Well, I didn't come for a reading or whatever you do."
"Then why are you here, spirit?"
"I want to leave this world. Find peace or something. I've been here for too long."
The Psychic frowned and folded her hands together.
"Yes, two years is quite long . Unfortunately, you cannot move on to the afterlife because you're a lost spirit."
"What does that mean?" I repeated.
"You're a soul that has no memory of who you were or how you've died. Not even your name."
I looked away for a second. It was true, I didn't know my name or anything about my life before I died. All I remembered was getting up in the middle of nowhere and walking down a road full of cars until I found a city. I turned her attention back to the older woman.
"How do you know this? Just what kind of psychic are you?"
"I present myself as a psychic to humans, but my name is kya and I'm a spirit guidance counselor." She said proudly.
"Well then guide me to the afterlife or at least tell me how to get there."
"It's not that simple. You need to figure out who you are first. Luckily for you, there is one other person, besides myself who can see you. You must find them, for they hold the key to finding your identity. I can't send souls without identities and who knows? Maybe you'll thank me for this." Kya teased. I remained emotionless.
"So I have to spend all of eternity finding that one human to tell me who I am just so I can leave this earth?"
Kya sighed.
"Okay, let me give you a hint, since I'm feeling generous. The person is in Republic City." The old lady snapped her fingers and the front door that I had entered from opened on it's own, revealing a bright light.
"The city is through that door. Best of luck to you, spirit." The counselor smiled. I got up and walked towards the door.
"Be careful once you find the person. Exposing yourself as a ghost is not easily accepted by humans."
"Got it." I awkwardly waved goodbye to the counselor and walked through the door, covering my eyes from the bright light.
A new environment came into view. I was no longer in the same neighborhood or outside of the psychic store. I looked around and saw darkness.'Guess it's night time here.' I thought. The city was quiet and it felt surprising to me. A voice from behind caught my attention.
"Hey you! What are you doing out here at this time of night?" A security guard asked aiming his flashlight at me. I raised an eyebrow and pointed to myself. The security guard walked towards me, then right through me. I turned around to see the guard chasing after a running teenager. I shrugged my shoulders and decided to walk around the city and observe the environment.
'I'll have to look for a place to sleep soon,' I mentioned aloud. I stopped in front of a coffee shop and looked right above the shop to see an apartment complex with staircases in a zigzag order.
I teleported myself inside and walked down a long hallway of doors. A certain door caught my attention. '12' in gold was on the door. I didn't know why I was staring at it, I just felt drawn to it. Snapping out of my daze, I found a vacant room just across that one. It was completely empty much to my dismay; however, I'd have to rest here for the night and would continue looking the next day.
My peaceful sleep was interrupted by the loudness of the city. I looked out the window and the quiet city I had seen last night, completely disappeared. There were hundreds of people walking in every direction, chattering and screaming back and forth. It was new and weird. I appeared outside in front of the building. I stretched and began walking, watching people pass me by. I stopped at a crosswalk. While I walked through a huge crowd, a girl came running with the intention of getting across the street in time. The girl was about to bump into me but stopped before. She whispered an apology and took off again. Maybe I'm delusional but I'm sure that the girl was talking to me. I turned my whole person around and looked for the running girl with no success.
I noticed a long line of people entering a coffee shop.
'Maybe I'll find her there,' I said as I lined up. The menu was pretty great. I scanned behind me and saw more people entering.
'If what that psychic lady said is true, any one of these people will be able to see me. I just have to put on a show.' I thought.
"Next customer please!" The cashier hollered and I walked towards him.
"Yeah, a hazelnut frappe sounds good. I'll have one of those."
"Next!" He repeated. I turned to stare at the crowd.
"Can someone lend me money? I've been waiting in line for a while now!" I tried my best to sound angry. No response as expected. I turned my attention back to the cashier.
"Hey, just give me a coffee and...I'll get out of your hair." I quickly said. After a moment, I left and sat on a bench. 'This is going to take a while.' I said aloud.
, , , ,Korra, , , ,
This morning I woke up with the fresh outside air hitting her face. Today is a new day: my first day of college. I was excited and full of energy. I observed her room, admiring the different paintings on the walls. 'Someday, I'll remember where these portraits came from.' The portraits were all similar but slightly different. The five portraits were paintings of certain places within the four nations. I looked into my bathroom mirror and on the frame was a sticky note.
'The pretty girl in the mirror is you! Korra Lee!'
I smiled and checked myself out as though I were staring at me for the first time. After finally deciding on wearing a white shirt topped with a green cardigan and blue jeans, I heads out for the day. I get a text from my friend saying that a new coffee shop just opened and people were rushing in. I'm not missing coffee on the first day. I need to get there fast if I want a fresh cup before class. The crosswalk at the corner was white, so I decided to make a run for it. Giving those I accidentally shoved quick apologies, the coffee shop came into view and I sighed in relief.
The line wasn't as long as I thought given the time it opened. I stood in line and looked past the people on front. I noticed a person in front of the line trying to get the cashier's attention. The girl turned around and I quickly looked somewhere else to avoid eye contact. The line kept moving afterwards to my surprise. It's like no one can see her. I felt bad that she couldn't get a drink and was completely ignored. Once it was my turn, I felt the need to help her.
A few minutes later, I walked out holding an Americano and a Hazelnut frappe. My eyes searched around for the girl until I found her sitting on a bench. I took a deep breath and walked towards her.