Korra

"Honey, you have to be more gentle."

As if it takes a rocket scientist to do this.

My mother moves closer, to show me how to wrap the bags of cookies.

"I blame those supplements of yours. You have to be aware of your strength."

My father overhears my mother's bickering and chuckles.

"Senna, leave our Korra alone. She's doing us a favor by lending us a helping hand. With her help, we're going to have a bigger turn out. You're doing fine, Sweetie. Don't mind your mother."

Defeated, my mother lets go of the bags and returns back to her station. Which I'm relieved by, because ever since my parents came to visit I been stressed out. Not literally, just the constant over loving space that I been engulfed by.

I just got back from coaching, this period of mine should be a vacation. How is listening to my mother's comments on my appearance or my past relationship with Mako, relaxing?

My father however, has done an okay job getting his wife off my case. But if you ask me, I think he's just happy I'm not fighting anymore. Which to him, means I can spend the majority of my time at his church. Which isn't going to happen, because my home is here.

Other than visiting their only daughter, my parents came down to help with the grand opening of the new church in Brooklyn.

"Those cookies sure smell delicious Reverend Iroh." Says, walking into the rec kitchen we rented out.

My mother quickly leaves my side, to pull him into a hug.

"How are you, Reverend? Are you excited?" She asks.

"Absolutely! I appreciate all the help you all have been doing for us. This wouldn't be a smooth transition without you all."

You're welcome, Brother. What do you got there?" My father asks, pointing to the envelope he's holding.

"Oh, they're just some flyers explaining the grand opening. I would like to distribute them around the city, but I can't find my nephew anywhere."

"No worries, Korra will do it." My mother answers for me.

Who?

"No, it's fine. My nephew should be around here, somewhere..." He replies, politely.

My mind wants to decline, all because I don't want to run around the city. But my heart tells me it's for a good cause. So I have no choice, but to accept.

"I wouldn't mind getting out of the kitchen for a while." I reply, taking my apron off.

"Are you sure? I'm talking about 5 or 6 blocks."

I think of the distance and force a smile upon my face.

I ran further…..but I at least had music and I didn't have to stop.

"Sounds like a piece of cake." I tease, getting another smile of approval from my father.

Once again, I'm not moving back home. Kitchen life and prayer will not be my life. I'm not a kid anymore.

Asami

The childrens' open house went so well, I decided to make Wednesdays and Saturdays their special days. I also plan to allows 16 and older to be able to join my adult classes with a waiver. An idea that was brought to me by Jinora. She's way beyond her age, her work is very mature and I feel some of my adult students can learn a lot from her.

"Damn, Vira. This is supposed to be a calming activity, can you breathe?" I ask, concerned.

"I'm sorry! Baatar and I had pizza last night and I'm still a little bloated."

Pizza does sounds pretty good right now.

"We didn't have to come to yoga class today, you should had told me."

My friends stretches her hand further, with a smirk on her face.

"And ruin our tradition? No way!"

I used to think yoga would be too slow for me. I'm a very on the go girl, I'm used to the hustle and 's one of the many reasons why I chose this city. But as it turns out, this work out was the exact thing I needed. The ability to slow down and breathe, has done wonders for me.

"Alright, People. Now that you all are done with your stretches, let's begin."

I listen to our instructor and quickly get up, ready for the tasks.

I haven't been going to kickboxing classes lately, So I plan to make up for it today.

"You didn't stretch?" Vira says.

"I don't need to."

Thanks to my classes with Tenzin, I'm now naturally flexible.

I'm not even kidding.

If Peter Parker needed a stunt double, I'm his go to woman.

"With our hands, let's reach for the sky. "

My friend and I raise our arms, doing as the instructor says.

"Try to grab the clouds, arching your back as if you're standing your ground. Standing your ground, like the government is trying to bring you down. But he's not going to bring you down, because you changed your name and you aren't going to pay the taxes. It's all a scam!"

Everyone stops what they're doing, and looks at our teacher.

I enjoy having Kya as my instructor, but she can be a bit…. How can I put this nicely? Over passionate about her craft.

"Sorry everyone. Next, I want you all to reach your hands down to your toes. Keeping your back and your mind straight."

The sound of my friend snickering, causes me to look over at her.

"Do you hear that, Sami? Keep your mind straight."

I ignore her immature comment then continue my pose.

This spring breeze really makes working out in the morning a calming scene. Not many people are here, besides our group, so that's nice too.

"You all are doing lovely. Now, let's lunge forward with our front leg, while your back is slanted slightly. Be careful."

Pshh. Careful? I can do this pose in my sleep.

As I move my front foot forward to perform the lunge, I suddenly feel a wave of pain shoot up my leg.

"FUCK!" I yell, before collapsing onto my mat, clenching my thigh.

"Oh shit! Asami, are you okay?" Kuvira asks.

Before my instructor could make her way over to me, she comes out of nowhere.

"I got it, Kya." The girls says, causing my instructor to continue her job.

The pain is so unbearable, my eyes instantly start to water.

I feel another cramp form, making me bite down onto my tongue trying not to interrupt the class further with my sounds of agony.

The worst part is, I can see the nerves on my thigh start to move.

"You're going to have to move it." She says, concerned.

Shit! Now Korra is here. I don't even know where she came from. Maybe she could be the Flash's stunt devil. No, she makes a cute Wonder Woman. Why am I thinking about this?

Well…maybe I should think about it more. Her appearance seems to be the only thing distracting me from my pain.

I look up at the blue eyed girl, as if she lost her mind.

"No! It hurts." I defend, already feeling another cramp forming.

"You should had stretched." Kuvira replies, not helping the situation at all.

If you ask me, she seems quite amused by my pain.

"You're going to have to massage it, Asami. The pain isn't going to stop until you loosen up." Korra says.

Not being able to withstand the pain any longer, I do as I'm instructed . This whole ordeal is quite awkward, because here you have my supposed ex crush. Watching me rub my leg, with genuine concern.

I know she's not thinking anything sexual about it. But due to my injury being located near my inner thigh, I'm certainly am.

I bet she's judging me right now. Maybe I shouldn't use this much pressure? I should probably slow down with my hand movements. I don't want her to think this is normal for me. Then again, I don't want her to think this isn't new either. What if she thinks I'm a wimp and can't handle situations that may cause me harm...?

Shit, Asami! Get your mind out the gutter. I'm injured! No one is thinking negative, but you!

As I debate on how I should go about this failed healing process of mine. My friend strikes up a conversation with a girl she knows all too well, all based from my past stories.

"How are you, Korra? What brings you to this park, on this beautiful day? " she asks.

"I'm doing well. I wished I could enjoy myself at the park, but I was just on my way to pass these flyers out for the grand opening of Saint Iroh's Church." She replies, sweetly but also still watching me intensely.

"Really? Are you a member of this new church?" Kuvira continues.

I'm dying here!

She smiles, shaking her head.

"No, I actually haven't joined any church since I moved here. I usually do my worship at home or wherever I'm training."

"Oh! Yeah! I forgot, you do travel a lot. Didn't you just get back?"

Oh my gosh! Here comes another one.

"Yes. 3 weeks ago. Now I'm practically chilling. Well, not right now that is. My parents are in town."

Korra's parents are in town? I wonder how they're dealing with all of this? I know her and Mako broke up, I overheard Suki talking about it once.

I thought they were still going strong. Of course, it's none of my business to ask what happened. I honestly don't want to know, that's her story. Not mine. I just hope she's happy.

Korra turns her attention away from my annoying friend, and back on to me.

"Do you mind, if I help? You're only making it worse the way you're doing it"

We make eye contact and all I can do is nod.

"Great! Can you lay onto your back, so I can elevate your leg? Don't worry, I have done this before."

"You have?" Vira asks, in hopes of getting an inside joke from it.

"Yep, this is very common in fighters. I know just what to do to make her feel better…I mean, people in general feel better."

If I wasn't in pain, I would be totally flattered.

With my back against the mat, I have no use but to close my eyes. I can't bear to see her work on my body with so much determination. And I also can't bear to see my childish friend's smirk.

Without warning, she bends the leg causing me trouble, and applies pleasure. I mean, pressure. Massaging the exact area that's been bothering me.

"How does it feel?" She asks, causing my eyes to open, where I'm faced with so much care in hers'.

" Yeahhh, does it feel good, Asami? Do you need her to continue?" Kuvira says, trying to have the same generous tone in her voice. But we all know she's just being fake and trying to be funny.

"I no longer feel the cramps, but it's still tender." I reply.

" Okay, I'm going to apply alittle more pressure. Let me know if I'm going too hard."

"You should give her a safe word." Kuvira says, causing me to squeeze my eyes shut again.

Why can't I have a normal friend? Why kick me when I'm already down? Why torture me, even more?

The healer ignores the comment and applies the new form of pressure.

What is she talking about? If this is what the fighter calls hard, she needs to rethink her...

I guess I spoke too soon, because the force from the weight of her hand causes my body to sit up.

As we stare into each other's eyes, my heart starts to beat out of it's chest thinking about such an almost intimate moment we just shared. If it wasn't for her head jerking backwards as I leaned forward, our lips would have made contact.

"I told you it would be hard." She says lowly.

"I wasn't expecting it to be." I reply.

I'm not sure if I was referencing the pressure part, or the not being able to kiss her part.

The sound of my friend clearing her throat, pulls us both out of whatever trance we're in.

"So...how much ground have you covered?" Vira asks, picking up one of the flyers.

"I started at the rec center." She replies, helping me up.

"Oh My God! You walked that far?" I shout.

"It's not that bad, I don't mind the exercise. It's just the people who I bother, that I find difficult. I mean, look at me. I don't look like the person you expect to see, when you open your door to hear about a Church's grand opening. "

"Don't say that! You aren't intimidating, your smile does wonders."

I hear my friend cough, trying to prevent me from saying anything else remotely polite.

The last thing I want to do, is make her feel uncomfortable again.

I watch her face expecting for her to look uneasy, but instead she flashes her pearly whites.

"You mean this one?"

I think I'm going to pass out.

"Hey, Korra! Are you planning to join us?" The instructor says through her mouthpiece.

"No! I have to go." The girl calls back.

"Okay. Would you mind continuing on with your activity? I still have a class to run, and you're holding up my students."

"I understand, Kya. I'm heading off now."

Korra blushes from her embarrassment, before looking among Vira and I.

"I guess that's my cue to leave."

"Nonsense, you can stay. You can totally take out Hippie Kya too." My friend defends, making Korra laugh.

"I doubt it. Kya is very flexible, I had to train with her when I was younger ,to help with my grappling. Her flexibility is an advantage of hers. I wish I could stay, though. But I have to get these flyers taken care of."

I look at how much she still has left and feel bad.

She's going be working til the noon.

"I can help you." I offer.

"Nooo. You're paying for this class and you just had a leg cramp. The last thing you need to worry about is walking."

"It's okay. I feel much better and I wouldn't mind helping. It's for a good cause, right? Also, if my leg spazzes again, you can always make it feel better."

Way to go Asami. Nice, choice of words.

Korra smiles.

"I guess the more the better. Would you like to come, Kuvira?" Korra asks.

My friend smiles and I already know she wants to say yes, just to torment me.

"Nope. I'll just do my yoga. Have fun, though."

Korra

Asami seems to be doing a great job with speaking with people. I'm not downplaying myself, but she has more charm than me. Usually people slam their door onto my face, but not her. The people actually listen to what she has to say.

We still have of couple's flyers left, so we should be done in no time.

"Why do you keep turning around?" Asami asks.

"I just want to make sure you're okay…with your leg and all."

"Well, if you would stop walking 2 feet ahead of me, as if it's a race. You wouldn't have to check on me." She teases.

I didn't mean to pick up my pace, I just wanted to finish so Asami wouldn't have to feel obligated to continue helping me. Hanging out with me, was the last thing I bet was on her mind. However, I could walk slower. It's the least I could do.

I stop so she can catch up.

"Isn't it easier when we're together? You don't have to break you neck looking back"

Her face instantly turns red, after her comment.

"I didn't mean it like 'together' 'together'. I meant it like, we're walking together."

"I think I got that, Asami."

"I know…it's just. I want to make sure I don't make you feel uncomfortable. I also want to apologize for my clueless of a friend's comment back there. I know you don't like stuff like that."

What makes everyone think I'm such a prude?

Well…I really haven't done anything compared to what she has done. So maybe I am a prude.

Nevertheless, I'm not offended by dirty jokes. Nor do I judge others when they share such sense of humor. How can I explain all of that, without her thinking I enjoy hearing them and don't really mind it?

The whole situation was pretty funny, actually. The way Asami was afraid to touch her own leg, was a bit weird. But if it wasn't for Kuvira's commentary, I don't think I would had enough courage to take matters into my own hands.

"It's okay." I reply, giving up on explaining.

As we continue to walk, I notice a pizza shop. My eyes doesn't just notice, but my stomach does as well.

"Are you hungry?" I ask.

"I mean…I could eat. But if you want to keep working and eat later, I'm down to do that too. We're almost done."

"Nope, we're done now." I reply, taking the flyers out of her hand and entering the restaurant.

"Hey! Do you mind, if we leave these flyers here. And if it's not too much to ask, could you hand out some with pizza orders?" I ask one of the employees.

Right before the girl could reply, a short/ buff man pushes his workers aside to address me.

"You're the Fighter!" He says, pointing to a wall full of athletes.

Surprisingly, I see my face in the middle.

"Yes. Yes." I reply, appreciative of his excitement.

"You think you could get us a free pizza, Superstar?" The girl beside me whispers.

"Me? You'll have better luck due to your father's relations to this city." I tease back.

"But he doesn't have a shrine inside a pizzeria does he?"

I smile due to my loss of this fictional argument of ours.

The manager quickly rushes towards us and hands us menus, grinning like a child taking his first school picture.

"Please. Please. Take your time." He says, before walking off, but also turning around checking on us constantly, on his way back behind the counter.

"Wow! Do you get this a lot? The fame?"

I sigh, looking through the menu.

"Occasionally. I think ever since I retired, it gotten worse." I tease.

A part of me thinks, I gained more in the public eye, all because I showed so much emotions during my last fight against Azula. I used to dread watching the scene where I cried. I felt weak, and I hated that feeling. But overtime, I respected such moment. It reminded me that I wasn't just fighting to defend my title, but also fighting against myself. It was a long journey to get me where I am now and I'm proud of myself.

"What type of style pizza do you want?" Asami asks, still staring at the menu.

It's been three weeks since I got back and I have yet to tell her. The more I push it back, the harder it's going to be. I watch as her face lights up, looking at the various appetizers she wants to have.

Honestly, I could sit here all day listening to her speak about how amazing bread is. Or watching as she pushes the hair off her face.

Our friendship or whatever you want to call it, happened so quickly. It had to mean something, It had to be something, more. And the more I think about it, the more I regret not realizing it earlier on. I'm tired of us living on close calls. I rather us risk it all, than barely getting to that point.

If we can get close... can't we get closer?

She finally looks up from her menu, tilting her head to the side, with the same smile I admire so much.

"I probably named at least five appetizers and you said yes to all of them. Do you really want that much carbs? I wouldn't personally mind, but a part of me thinks your mind is elsewhere."

I nervously laugh.

"What's so funny? Are you making fun of me? I may have a small frame, but I like to eat! Don't judge me!"

Her paranoia makes me smile even more. I don't think I could ever frown with her.

"The manager keeps looking at us! What do you want, Korra? I swear if you don't answer, I'm going to order whatever. I hope you like pineapple on your pizza."

Okay, scratch that. I can frown with her.

"Get whatever you want. All I know is….I want you."

As soon as those words exit out of my mouth, the manager gladly rushes over.

"I'm guessing from the look on both your faces, you're ready to order?" He says, delighted.

Author's Note

This is not a dream sequence. This is not a drill. I repeat. This is not a drill. This is really going down!

Sorry for the cliff hanger, I just came from a birthday party and needed to relax. Yep, be jealous lol jk.

I feel like I'm on a roll with these updates of mine. {Puts on sunglasses]

To the guest who wrote about the droplet scene.: Lol could you elaborate more on what you're expecting? And thank you for the kind words, you're always welcomed to review.

Thoughts are appreciated, they really motivate me. I read your thoughts of course, but it's also a reminder to update lol.