Korra woke with a start. Long bangs clung to her damp forehead and wide eyes frantically darted around the room, searching the shadows for any immediate threat. The high-pitched ringing in her ears made it hard to hear anything but her own labored breathing. The terrified girl clutched to her sheet in attempts to calm herself. The spinning room slowed to a stop and the dead silence settled back in. The Avatar's faithful companion rested her large muzzle on the bed and gave the shaken girl a small nudge in comfort. Korra took a few moments to calm down before she rested her upper body against soft fur and let tears roll down her face.
Since witnessing Amon's threat first hand, Korra hadn't been able to sleep for weeks. Bending was all that she had seeing that the political and spiritual aspects weren't going so well. The haunting idea of losing the only thing that she could do ate at her core. Taking her bending would more or less be taking her identity.
It was not often that Korra could go back to sleep after an episode. To clear her mind, she decided to take a stroll around Air Temple Island. Her large, trusty sidekick didn't feel comfortable leaving her master's side so Naga trailed a few paces behind. The massive beast tried her best to appear nonexistent but it was close to impossible for polar bears to go without notice. Not finding any solace, Korra dismissed the idea of being able to find a place to meditate.
Keeping their easy pace, the two pals stopped their stroll when they reached a small, secluded beach. Naga barked at the waves crashing at the shore with excitement and a small smile started to spread across Korra's face. Pulling a string of water out of the ocean, the waterbender started to wave her arms around. Naga jumped back and forth, her tail wagging eagerly, before charging full speed. Loud growls and barks blended with the sounds of the ocean as the oversized pup snapped at the water as she attempted to catch the water. In no time, Naga was soaked to the bone.
When the pooch felt that Korra was being unfair after failing to catch the tendril countless times, she decided to change the rules. Naga charged straight at the cheater at full force and Korra had to dig her heels into the sand as not to fall over. Try as she might, her resistance was naught once the massive paws pushed her back. At the blink of an eye she found herself on her back being barraged with puppy kisses.
"Naga, okay, you win girl. Down." Korra laughed.
Even though the companion most definitely knew the command, she refused to give up. Naga refused to lose and plopped her heavy frame on the significantly smaller girl . Tugging at floppy ears and gripping at fur was in vein, Korra knew that she would only be freed once she completely surrendered. "I'm sorry! I give, I give."
"Look, girl." Korra motioned to the horizon with her chin. She was still pinned under the friendly giant but luckily the white fluff didn't block her view of the sun peeking up from the just above the water. The thumping of Naga's tail in the sand was keeping in time with the rolling of the waves in a slow beat. The teen wrapped her arms around her best friend's neck with a smile.
Nuzzling against her master's neck, the polar bear dog seemed quite pleased with herself. Even if it was just for a short moment, she was able to pull Korra away from her haunting thoughts.
As the weeks passed by, Asami found herself spending more time with her new beau and his friends. Much of her free time was lost to the trio and she found herself assimilating well into the Krew. More often than not, they found themselves huddled around a radio in the brothers' small apartment on a lazy afternoon. Asami would lean into Mako's side, prompting him to wrap a protective arm around her. The couple would sit across of Korra and Bolin as the two relaxed on the ground.
Majority of the time the four usually had incident-free get-togethers, but the calm didn't last long. Once in a while one of the three benders would claim their natural element to be superior to the others', escalading into an impromptu sparring match. As a non-bender, Asami spent most of her time on the sidelines. She was not one to complain, though. She took advantage of the opportunity, making mental notes for future reference.
The gym underneath their residence was cluttered with junk. The Fire Ferrets were allowed partial access but only because the ground threatened to cave in with each misplaced step. The first time Asami had stepped into the room, she didn't know what to do with herself. Dust covered every inch of the room and she couldn't go three seconds without sneezing. With each movement of the benders, filth filled the air and made it more and more difficult to breathe.
"How about we take this to my place?" Asami offered as she covered her mouth.
It had been a while since she watched these sparring matches and she had developed a small cough from being in the room too much. It wasn't exactly pleasant.
"We have a small training room in the back that I'm sure that no one would mind if you guys used."
A smile lit up the boys' faces but a frown overtook Korra's. It was blatant that she wasn't keen at the idea of spending more time with her.
"Really? Your dad won't mind?" Mako asked. He walked to his girlfriend's side and wrapped her up in his arms. Sweat dripped down his face and his wife-beater shirt clung to his body, accentuating his solid pectorals.
Asami removed his helmet and wrapped her hands around his neck. The raven haired beauty couldn't help but smile has his genuine happiness and pecked his lips.
"He probably wouldn't even notice," Asami shrugged and pulled the solid body closer. Asami had, unfortunately, gotten accustomed to the body odors and fluids that came with the practices.
Since it was a nice day out, the team had decided to move to garden in Asami's manor. The non-bender sat on the bench off to the side and watched as the three athletes entered their own little world. Once in the zone, nothing could distract the athletes. Asami used the opportunity to analyzed each of their movements.
Mako was quicker on his feet than the other two players. His arms were kept close to his face, on guard. She had seen similar fighting stances in boxing. Adapting it to his bending style, Mako hopped from foot to foot and used the quick changing poses to his advantage. This lithe body would slide with ease, dodging anything thrown at him. With a quick jab, he would counter with a small burst of fire. Although his attacks were never particularly powerful, they were bountiful. His constant onslaught would either catch his opponents off guard or wear them down. It was obvious that Mako's clearest advantage was his speed.
Contrary to his brother, Bolin's movements were on the slower but hardier side. Throwing strong, solid jabs, heavy earthen disks flew from a pile stacked at his side. Each hit packed a powerful punch, leaving no desire to ever want to be on the receiving end of one of those. The young boy's face easy to read. His expressions were always painted visibly across his face, even as he played. With each confident throw he wore a cocky grin, but every time a flame or spurt of water got close, panic would take over. From her observations, Asami deduced that he was not only powerful, but resourceful as well. By using the disks to block larger attacks, Bolin often utilized his strength over his speed. The earthbender hand a bulkier build allowing him to take hits without too much knockback, but each hit chipped away at him.
Out of the three, Korra's practice was the most educational to watch. She was the most spontaneous and the least consistent. Depending on her opponent, she would adapt her style to match them. And although the Avatar was only allowed to bend water, her honed training skills in each element was evident in her movement.
Smooth and fluid, each step she took was planned out. Her body would bend and flow with the curve of the wave of water as she went on offense. Manipulating the tendril, she blocked fast bursts of heat. The power of Mako's blows would usually dissolve her weapon but, without missing a beat, Korra would recover. When taking the defense, she wasn't as quick as Mako but she was able to evade the attacks thrown her way. She made sure to not over exaggerate her movements, giving only the required amount of leeway to dodge the elements as they came at her. When Bolin would come at her, she planted her feet on the ground in an earthbending stance. Manipulating the water, Korra would create a shield when she wasn't quick enough to dodge solid rock. Never one to lose a beat, she was always back to her fluid waterbending style.
It bothered Asami that Korra was so unpredictable. It was easy to tell when Mako would feint right or jab with his left. She could imagine how she would handle herself against Bolin, finding the opportunities where he would leave himself open. It was only after taking a step back and seeing the bender from afar, she could see why she was so hard to take down. Korra was definitely a fast learner and was an expert at adapting to different situations. Asami may have underestimated the girl.
"Boys, why don't you take a break," a familiar voice echoed through the garden.
Their sponsor and Asami's father, Hiroshi Sato, walked toward them with a clear look of annoyance on his face. Asami wasn't one to miss that look irritation. Before inviting the team over, she hadn't asked for permission. She had figured that since they've been over on several occasions that they had been allowed to come and go. She was unquestionably mistaken.
"How about I show you the latest Satomobile model I've been working on?" Hiroshi asked as she turned his gaze from his daughter to the athletes.
The three looked at each other in bewilderment. Asami stood from her spot, switched from analyzing mode back to reality. Mako and Bolin's faces lit up at the idea and gave each other a zealous high five but Korra's shoulders dropped.
Since Korra had purposely thrown herself into meditation in order to avoid Tarrlok, she hadn't had many opportunities to leave Air Temple Island. When she had finally got the whole day away, she was eager to let off steam. The Avatar was just about to open her mouth to protest when Asami had cut her off.
"Sweetie, why don't you and Bolin hit the showers and follow my dad back to the factory," Asami suggested to Mako. Her voice was soft yet left no room for protest. She leaned up to pecked his lips and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze. "Korra and I will find something else to do."
With nothing in common and an unspoken rivalry for Mako's attention, it was no secret why the Avatar wasn't particularly jumping at the offer. Mako was reluctant to move away but once Bolin and pulled him from Asami's embrace and into a headlock, he was left with no other choice.
"You sure you two will be okay?" he asked, looking over his should as he was being dragged away.
Korra begged him with her eyes not to leave her alone but it was eclipsed by Asami's award-winning smile. "We'll be fine. I promise we won't kill each other."
"Speak for yourself," Korra muttered under her breath but everyone had heard it. Feigning ignorance, Asami ignored the words and fearlessly took a step closer to the bender.
"Besides," Bolin interjected and tightened his grip around his brother's neck, "a tour of the Satomobile factory? How could we possibly say no?"
Korra rolled her eyes. She refused to go back to Air Temple Island, so, with great hesitance, she decided to kill time at the manor. Maybe after the boys were done geeking out they'd come back and train with her again.
The two brothers excitedly raced back towards the manor, seeing who could make it there first. Once the echo of their voices was lost behind solid doors, Korra turned back to Asami with a heavy sigh.
"Alright, I guess I should get cleaned up too, huh?" Korra wiped her brow with her forearm. She'd need sometime to mentally prepare herself for the torture that Asami most likely subject her through. At thought of makeovers and girl talk she let out a visible shiver. The moment that Korra turned around to ask where she should change, she froze solid.
"What are you doing?!" Korra's voice cracked, thrown off by the sight. Asami shrugged off her coat without a care, exposing a fitted long sleeved undershirt. Ignoring the question, the heiress folded her jacket it and placed it on a nearby bench.
"You didn't seem like you were done earlier," Asami spoke as she rolled up her sleeves to her elbows. Easing her stiff muscles a bit, she rotated her shoulders and stretched her legs. She was still in her skirt but couldn't be bothered to change; she wasn't planning on being too serious at the moment. "I thought we could spar for a bit."
Korra stared at her, dumbstruck. Muscles made themselves visible as Asami loosened up her body and there was something oddly alluring about the way she moved. Korra wasn't blind or stupid; she had known that Asami had a nice figure, but she hadn't realized that how fit the girl was. Definition was prominent as she moved but the muscles shied away when she stilled. It was only when mirthful greens met blues that the bender finally noticed that she was staring. Korra shook her head in attempts to snap out of her daze.
"You can't be serious," Korra asked as she eyed the rest of Asami's attire. Even if Asami had lost her jacket, she was still in restrictive clothing. There was no way she could fight, in lack of better terms, a girl. She would destroy her. "Look, I appreciate the offer, but I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Scared?" Asami asked in a cocky tone as she raised an eyebrow. "Who would've thought the Avatar would be afraid of-"
"Whoa, whoa. I'm not afraid of anything. Well, maybe except for accidently killing you or something," Korra cut her off. She waved her hand in front of her face to dismiss her notion.
"Do you worst, Avatar." Asami smirked and quickly dashed toward the other girl.
Korra just had enough time to react and just ducked under a well-positioned punch. She fumbled backwards as swift swings flew over her head, quickly losing her footing. A skillful roundhouse kick flew just inches from her head and Korra found herself sitting on her rear. The Avatar couldn't do anything but look at the other girl in bewilderment.
With a smug smirk, Asami rested her hand on her hip. Korra, too proud to take the offered hand in front of her, placed her arms behind her and threw her body weight with her legs. Once she was on her feet, she caught her balance and she narrowed her eyes. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout. The fact that she had to look up to meet the Asami's eyes didn't ease her annoyance.
"That's not fair," Korra grumbled. "I wasn't ready. Again."
"You know what? How about you come at me."
Asami's smile was playful and she took a step back. Spreading her legs, she stood on the balls of her feet, readying herself to evade any of the girl's attacks.
Asami was well versed in self-defense so taking the offence wasn't something she was as comfortable with. She was practiced in chi blocking jabs, not so much full blown punches. She preferred to stick with the tactic of using her opponent's strength and weight against them with well-timed dodges and throws rather than striking. Korra, on the other hand, wasn't used to close quarter combat. She wasn't unfamiliar with it but she hadn't needed to rely on it before. Both were presented with an interesting challenge.
With the knowledge that Asami could hold her own, Korra charged at her. The first swing was light, but when Asami dodged it with ease, the follow up was much quicker. She thought she had finally one-upped the girl when she feigned a jab and curled her arm in to used her elbow to knock her. She was disappointed when all she managed was to do was nick her shoulder.
Punch after punch was batted away or dodged and it infuriated the bender. After a dozen or so failed swipes, Korra was fed up with the little game. Raising her hand, palm to the sky, she earthbent a small mound right where Asami would take her next step. Catching the non-bender off guard, Asami stumbled backwards before falling to the ground.
"And you called me a cheater?" Asami glowered at Korra. A shit-eating grin was plastered on Korra's face and she crossed her arms.
"Hey, you never said I couldn't use bending," Korra justified and pointed a finger at the fallen girl.
With a shrug, Korra offered her hand. Asami started it down for a few seconds before taking it in her own and was pulled on to her feet so that they were face to face.
"Best out of three. No bending," Asami declared as she took a defensive stance.
Korra nodded and took a deep breath before bouncing back into their little dance. As usual, Asami seemed to be one step ahead of Korra. It was a completely different sensation that practicing with the boys. This was more of a mental challenge since she couldn't just use brute force to knock her down. She needed to be smart and time her movements with precision.
"Stop holding back," Asami said with slight irritation. The two hit a standstill and Korra raised an eyebrow. The Avatar was far from trying and her reluctance was obvious.
"If you insist," Korra gave in with a shrug. She rolled her shoulders a bit before hooking with her left.
The fact that Asami was able to avoid it with ease showed Korra that was allowed to take things to a notch higher. In no time, Asami could tell that the bender had lost all inhibition to hold back at all. There was no delay in her onslaught and her hits no longer appeared to be pulled. As the shorter girl gained speed, so did her attacks. Every punch, jab, and kick was becoming harder and harder to dodge.
Asami grunted when she was just able to soften a knee to the gut and was forced to raise her hand to block a swing at her head. She was impressed that she wasn't showing any signs of slowing down yet. Each attack was coming at her faster and harder than before and she kept them coming.
Korra's face turned hard with determination as she tried land a hit. As the Avatar, it was clear that Korra was accustomed to switching fighting styles and Asami got a first hand demonstration of her prowess. Asami knew that she was learning her movements. Memorizing her techniques, she adapted and made changes, accommodating to Asami's superior speed. The Equalist was nothing short than impressed.
Each shot was getting closer to landing and Asami wouldn't stand for that. Determined to end the little charade before she lost, she watched with keen eyes. A perfectly timed punch came her way and she dug her feet into the ground. Grabbing the incoming forearm, she turned her body and used the momentum to throw the shorter girl over her shoulder.
Everything seemed to happen in slow motion yet Korra couldn't do anything about it. Before she knew it, she was lifted off the ground and then lying flat back on it. By the time her eyes could focus, she was staring straight up at a clear sky, completely in shock.
"What just happened?" Korra asked, not able to move from her position. Nothing was registering in her head as she lay still in a daze. Her breathing was labored and her skin sheened with a thin layer of sweat.
"I think you just got beat," Asami answered with an air of nonchalance as she tried to even out her own breathing. Korra's view was blocked when the victor hovered over her with a small smug grin adorned on her face. Dark locks cascaded down over her shoulders and even after the scuffle, managed to look flawless. Korra's look of confusion melted into something softer.
"What are you smiling about?" Asami asked, bemused.
"Don't worry about it," Korra laughed it off.
She let out a booming laugh that echoed in the empty yard and Asami continued to look at her in confusion. It had been a long time since the avatar-in-training had so much fun. Being cooped up at the Air Temple for so long while actively avoiding the Task Force didn't leave her much time to do what she wanted. The only time she got to let off a bit of steam was when she was at Fire Ferret practices. But, unfortunately for the active girl, pro-bending had a strict rulebook to follow, limiting her options. Probending only allowed her to practice a specific field, making it more tedious than anything else. The quick paced, on-your-toes duel that Asami had provided was a welcome change in atmosphere. She felt more like herself than she had in a while.
When the laughing died off, a slender hand presented itself to Korra and she stared at it as if it were alien. Asami was about to retract her offer when a strong hand gripped hers and pulled it great force. The strong yank toppled the taller girl, causing her lose her balance and fall over. It was clear that her idea was not thought through thoroughly and Korra let out a pained grunt when the taller girl came tumbling down on her. Not having any time to catch herself, Asami found her face mere inches from the other girls'. The tense, awkward air was making both of them uncomfortable.
Neither of them dared to move and Asami's breath was caught in her throat. Heat radiated off of their exhausted bodies but the only thing either of them could focus on was the other's eyes.
Emeralds studied sapphires. Playful, clear, and full of life, they were oddly warm and unusually welcoming. There was something bewitching about the bright eyes she found herself staring.
"I believe that that's called poor sportsmanship," Asami spoke after clearing her throat. Her words successfully broke the strange enchantment and she rolling from off of the other girl. The heiress found herself mimicking Korra, directing her gaze to the sky.
"Pfft," Korra shook the statement off. "It's called having fun."
Asami turned her head and raised an eyebrow. She was greeted by a crooked grin and she couldn't help but smile back. This girl was nothing like she had imagined. What the press presented to the public, what Mako had spoke of, what she had always been told; nothing seemed to overlap with the person in front of her.
"Uhh... You guys okay?" Mako's concerned voice came as boys found them lazing about.
Pulled back to reality, Asami gave the firebender a warm smile as he pulled her to her feet.
"We were just taking a break," Asami answered with a peck on his cheek. She didn't fail to notice Korra's face drop back to its usual state of annoyance.
"Asami," her father addressed, "did you know these boys were living over the gym?"
Of course she knew, she was dating one of the brothers, but she didn't know the answer he was looking for.
"Where's your sense of hospitality? You should've told me. I just offered to let them live in the annex until they've won the championship," the mustachioed man boasted with a grin.
Asami resisted the urge to narrow her eyes at the man. She knew he had to be plotting something but she didn't quite know. She was already dating the boy; she didn't need to be living with him. The closer she was to him, the closer he was to her. She was surprised that he wanted them anywhere near the manor.
"Isn't that great?" Bolin picked Korra up from the ground. Not able to conceal his excitement, he gave her a strong squeeze.. Korra's forced smile told everyone else otherwise.
"Of course, you can stay here as often as you want as well," Asami offered.
The slight falter in Hiroshi's smile went unnoticed by the crowd but, with a small nod, he agreed. "Of course. And, you'll all be staying for dinner then we can settle you in your rooms."
"I don't know," the Water Tribe native protested, "I should probably be heading back soon-"
"Nonsense," Asami cut her off, "you can stay one night without Tenzin breathing down your neck."
"I mean, no, I really should-"
"Korra, no. You have to stay," Bolin interjected. "Relax, I mean, what's the worst he could do?"
"I should've went home," Korra spoke into the empty room. The room that she was placed in was a lot like the rest of the grounds. In other words, it was upscale, overly spacious, and just overall hoity-toity. It was a foreign environment and made her feel out of her element.
There was a bathroom conjoined to her bedroom and it had more soaps, powders, and amenities than all the bathrooms on Air Temple Island combined. To make things more complicated, nothing was labeled. After a few peeks into a couple jars and smelling the contents in the bottles, she selected the best smelling one and set it aside.
With a heavy sigh, she let her hair down and dropped her hair ties and armbands haphazardly on the countertop. After pulling her shirt over her head, she tossed it on the ground with a face of disgust at the lingering smell of sweat, dirt, and soot. It was only after that she removed the pelt around her waist did she realize she had nothing to change into.
"Asami?" Korra called out as she knocked on the other girl's door. It had been convenient that she was put in a room in the same wing as Asami's, even if she had put a small fight in protest.
"Hey, Asami, do you have clothes I can borrow?" Korra called out as she knocked once more before turning the knob to step inside.
Fresh out of the shower, Asami stepped out of the bathroom revitalized. She was patting her hair dry when she was stopped in her tracks at the sight of the other girl in front of her. Korra was visibly exhausted as she stood there with lidded eyes. Her hair fell down over her shoulders in a tangle, stopping just before where her chest binds started. Her loose fit pants looked like pajamas as they covered half of her feet.
Korra lazily scratched the back of her leg with her other foot and raised both of her eyebrows. "Clothes?"
"Oh, yeah. Right. Got it." Shaking her head a bit after more or less being caught staring, Asami moved to her closet. Most of her nightgowns matched the one she was currently wearing and figured that Korra wouldn't be too pleased in being dressed in frills. Taking that into account, she moved to her workout clothes.
The Avatar caught the white tank top and pair of shorts that flew at her head and with a small smile and mumbled a small thanks.
"Do you need help with figuring out the bath?" Asami asked as Korra was making her way out.
"I have bathed before, just so you know," Korra chuckled and returned to her own room.
The country girl regretted her decision to turn down the offer and let out a loud groan. It took her over five minutes to turn the tap on and she couldn't be bothered with figuring out how to work the heater. Completely fed up with the whole thing, she pulled water into the bath and heated it herself with a little help from firebending.
A deep sigh of relief escaped through her lips as she was finally able to relax in the full tub. The warmth soothed her sore muscles and she closed her eyes and let out a moan of appreciation. Thoughts began to eat at her as the silence started to get at her. It finally dawned on her that she was in a completely unfamiliar house, far away from people she knew and trusted. The only person in close proximity was the girl that was dating the guy she liked, a fact that wasn't the least bit comforting.
At least she knew that Asami could kick some ass if she needed any back up. She was confident that chi blockers wouldn't stand a chance against them as a team.
Sleep usually didn't find Asami easily and her midnight strolls were nothing out of the ordinary. The calmness of the dark gave her a sense of comfort as she made her way to the kitchen. The soft pitter-patter of light footsteps echoed in the empty halls but was drowned out by the unfamiliar sound of whimpering.
Stopping in front of Korra's room, Asami put an ear up to the door. She was unsure if she should knock or not but when the whines got louder, she rapped her knuckles against the hard wood.
"Korra?" she called when she got no answer. She knocked again, louder. "I'm coming in."
Spread across the large bed laid Korra. Sheets were bunched up around her waist, twisted around her body. It was clear she had been tossing around, indicated by the pillows scattered along the floor.
"Korra, wake up," Asami called out, shaking the distressed girl lightly.
When she didn't wake, she shook with a bit more force and called a little louder. Asami was caught off guard when a strong grip was on the front of her shirt. Wild eyes shook in place and dilated pupils bore into hers. It took a few moments for the Avatar to calm and loosen her grip, realizing that it was her host in front of her, not a threat.
"Don't do that," Korra warned, releasing her grip with a shove. She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes, trying to calm her racing heart.
Meditation sessions with Tenzin proved to be somewhat successful when Korra was able to stable herself with in a few minutes. Turning to the side, she gives her visitor a quiet look of apology.
"What happened there? Are you okay?" Asami asked with a tinge of worry.
"It's-" Korra started but cut herself off. She needed not to bother the girl with her trivial trepidations. "Nothing. It's nothing."
"Alright then." With a bit of reluctance, the heiress let it go. It wasn't her business; if the Avatar didn't want to talk about it, she would just have to let her be. "If you need anything, you know where I'll be."
Before she could pull away, a firm grip held her forearm. "Wait," a feeble voice called her attention back. "Just, sit with me for a bit?"
Since the nightmares were a regular occurrence, she had been accustomed to dealing with them. The difference this time was that she had always had Naga that helped soothe her back into reality. Here, she was alone. For the first time she allowed herself to admit that she was afraid.
Asami was about to protest but with a glance, words died in her throat. The tough, headstrong Avatar was slumped over, running her hands through sweaty bangs. Her clothes were disheveled, half hanging off of her shoulder and stretched at the neck. The headstrong girl that she fought with earlier was replaced by someone new. This girl in front of her looked in utter defeat.
Pulling a chair from the corner of the room to beside the bed, Asami wordlessly agreed to the plea. Korra refused to look at the comforting girl, boring holes into the wall. She wrapped her arms around her knees as tears started to form in the corner of her eyes. She berated herself for agreeing to stay there, away from all sources of comfort back on the island.
Silence engulfed the pair. Finally feeling a sense of security, Korra was finally able to nod off again. Asami was starting to drift off in her chair when she started to hear small whines again. She didn't know what to do, she didn't want to wake the girl up again.
Over the span of time that she had spent with the girl, she had noticed how much Korra found comfort in physical contact. A pale hand sought out the darker one, trying to give her sense of serenity. The strong hand grasped hers in a death grip, holding on as if her life was on the line. Asami started to hum a light tune, hoping to soothe her. A deft thumb started massaging circles in Korra's palm, eventually easing the bender back into a calm slumber.
Once she registered what she was doing, Asami jumped from her spot in complete disgust with herself. She could not befriend the Avatar. She represented everything that the Equalist resented. The Avatar was the single being that controlled everything with brute force and bullying. The Avatar was the one that kept everyone in their place by threats, claiming superiority over others because she was simply born lucky.
"Asami," Hiroshi addressed his daughter.
Asami had not moved from spot against Korra's closed door and was embarrassed to be caught in that position. Hiroshi took her arm in his and walked her down the hall to the kitchen. Late nights ran in the family, with the family business and all. "What were you thinking? Inviting that abomination stay in our house?"
Truth be told, she hadn't known what she was thinking when she first offered her to stay. It had just seemed like the correct thing to do.
"How could you let her stay so close to the workshop as well?"
"I couldn't let her stay in the annex with the boys," Asami was quick to argue. "How would it look if I let my boyfriend stay the same room as a girl that was clearly infatuated with him?"
"Keep an eye on her," Hiroshi warned. It was evident that he was not comfortable with someone so powerful and threatening near him. "She'll be nothing but trouble."
It was hard to see Korra as someone that would be running amok in the mansion after what she had just witnessed minutes ago. She may be the world's most powerful and influential being, but she was still just a teenaged girl. There was something that was haunting her and Asami vowed to find out what.
A/N:Thank you for all the reviews and follows! I love you guys so much. This got a lot more feedback that I thought it would. I hope this chapter was alright; I didn't have a beta read over it either. I wanted to get this chapter out sooner but I kept getting drunk. Sorry! haha. Let me know what you guys thought though! Any feedback would be useful. Also, you can follow me on tumblr if you want a lot of korrasami on your dash. My username is: korrainasamisjacket