AN: Oh no… rip this chap was longer than I thought it'd be, eh… hopefully I didn't mess up writing this too bad and y'all get to see what Asami has become now :V

Ch 13: Betrayal and Guilt

"No… no… no… for the last time… NO!" Glaring at him dead in the eyes.

"I will ask you once again Asami Sato, what do you know about your father's heinous crimes!" Slamming the table in a attempt to intimidate the woman.

Letting out a frustrated huff, "Like I've been saying for the past few hours, I know nothing about my father's crimes!" Slamming her fist on the table while suppressing her tears. "I had no idea that anything like that was happening! I-I, I… (I'm the one who wants to know what the hell is happening!)"

Letting out a deep sigh, "Whatever… that aside the higher ups have decided that due to the troubling and concerning unknowns about your father's allegations, you are suspended for the next three months. You will turn in your badge and gun until we clear and deem that you are worthy to work. The forensics have just finished searching your father's mansion and nothing was found… you are free to leave and will be monitored… understand Detective Sato?"

Glaring at her coworker with hate yet understanding, "Can I leave?"

Silence.

Abruptly getting up, Asami grabbed her leather jacket with frustration and stormed out of the interrogation room. She quickly walked back to her team room and yanked her drawer open, slamming her badge and gun on the table.

"A-Asami…"

"H-Hey… d-don't worry everything is gonna be alright…"

"NOTHING IS ALRIGHT BOLIN!" She accidentally screams making him flinch.

"Asami, calm down… you're just upset and you-"

"SHUT UP MAKO!" Taking some deep breaths trying to calm herself down, "I…" letting out a sigh, "I've been suspended for three months so you guys follow up with the kidnapping cases…"

"Cap…"

Annoyingly putting on her jacket, "I… I'll be investigating my dad's mansion since it's been cleared …" unable to look them in the their eyes, Asami stormed off without another word.

"W-Wait! Asami, ASAMI!" The door slammed shut.

As the stressed maiden made her way to the parking lot while ignoring the countless whispers and murmurs everyone was gossiping about. She was too busy trying to stabilize her shaking body. Finally by her car, her hands were jittering like crazy as she tried grabbing her keys. They fell to the ground with a clank before she struggled to pick them up and missed the keyhole multiple times. "Dammit…" after a few moments she managed to unlock the door and got inside, slamming the door shut.

She's been sitting there for a few minutes now trying to regain her composure before making her way home. As she held onto the steering wheel, her hands were trembling before she somehow made it to her father's mansion. Pulling up into the driveway, she watched how her father's once beautiful mansion is now a crime scene. The whole property was surrounded by police tape and Asami couldn't shake off this heavy feeling inside of her.

Her heart felt like shattering.

Her throat felt twisted and she had a hard time breathing.

Everything. Everything came crashing down on her all at once, her life… her father.

Her father was a criminal.

He kidnapped children.

He EXPERIMENTED on them.

She honestly felt like her heart was going to stop. It was far too simple to call the pain she felt as pain. She couldn't accept what happened. But it happened. It had been proven. All of the missing kids were accounted for and all of their testimonies led to naming Hiroshi Sato as the mastermind. And no matter how much this sounded fake, she couldn't deny it. No matter how much Asami wanted to believe in her father, it was the truth. All of the suspicions she had… she didn't even have a chance to confirm them herself and all of her fears came crashing down on her that day.

Her heart was pounding enough to break her chest inside out as she stepped under the caution tape. Looking at the mansion with despair even if Asami was afraid, she had to find out the truth with her own hands and eyes. Not from someone else. If her father was truly a horrible man, no one could help her and she, herself didn't know if she could come to terms with it.

Her face was strained with sadness as she walked around her former home. Pacing around, she looked at the chalk marks and evidence tags here and there before walking towards the stairway. Smiling slightly as she rubbed the hand railing, she remembered the good memories from her childhood. Step after step, she started hyperventilating and stopped in place. Sitting down and placing her head between her knees, she took deeps breaths before wrapping her arms around her body.

It was too much.

Asami couldn't take it, at least not yet. She ran out the door crying while failing to hold back her tears. She ended up crawling into the back seat of her car and curled into a ball. Her phone went off a couple times but she didn't care and threw her it on the floor. Everything was just so overwhelming. She never felt so confused… conflicted… desperate, sad and angry before.

She ended up crying herself to sleep and by the time she woke up, it was dark outside. Her eyes were swollen and she hugged her body even tighter as she staggered out the car. The shaking didn't stop but she needed to see things with her own eyes. If her father really wanted to hide something, no, it was her gut feeling that told her that he had something perfectly hidden. As his daughter, Asami knew it would be hidden somewhere in his private study. That room was the only place that she wasn't permitted her to enter as a child but she never thought about it before. It all made sense to her now and it made her sick at the thought of it. Had he been hiding secrets from her since she was a kid?

Once again she was walking up the stairway. This time she made it a few steps further ahead than last time but it was still no good. She ran away again. This repeated for the next few days and it has been officially two weeks since the whole Avatar incident and a whole week since she was suspended. But, today was finally the faithed day. The day where Asami Sato was at her lowest and the most desperate and vulnerable she has ever been.

She was breathing haggardly as her shaking hand reached for the door handle. Hesitantly grabbing it with her right hand, she stabilized it with her free hand before taking a few deep breaths. Finally pushing it, it clicked open and chills went down her spine.

The study was cold.

Asami has gone inside of there a few times as a kid but she never remembered her father's study being so… so lifeless and eerie. As she stepped in, of course she noticed that the room had been thoroughly searched through by the RCPD. But ignoring that, she took in the sight of this room. It was a crime scene. A place where secrets were hidden. A place where the devil conjured up ideas to experiment on innocent children.

Her fingertips grazed over the binds of the books in the study. Pulling out some books here and there, Asami skimmed the contents of it never noticing the obvious yet most oblivious hint. They were medical books. Books that wouldn't be strange to be in a doctor's house. But, there was oddly a large amount of them that had information containing drug enhancements such as vitamins and steroids. Frowning once again, she slid it back where she found it and started walking over to his desk. Taking a seat, she sat there trying to understand his profile: a renowned doctor… experimentalist… entrepreneur… a father?

"Why… why… WHY! Why did you do this dad?"

Holding her face in frustration, she took more deep breaths before rummaging through his desk. Pulling the lowest drawer open, she looked at the documents inside of it and decided that it was nothing of importance. Now opening the middle drawer she did the same. Finally opening the top drawer she paused when she felt a strange resistance. Scrunching her face, her inner detective instincts were kicking in. Getting out of the chair, she got on her knees and looked inside the drawers.

Sighing, she saw nothing out of ordinary before sticking her hand inside the drawer. There was a strange latch and she shut it to feel out the other ones. They all had it. Asami started messing with them like a puzzle: she'd open all the drawers at different positions and tried shaking and kicking the desk to see if anything would happen, nothing. Getting frustrated with the damn thing, she tried moving the entire desk but it was bolted down. Seeing that that was strange, she went down onto the floor and looked under it. Nothing was weird but when she got back up, she noticed something strange on the side of the drawers. Numbers had been etched in on the design. Staring at those numbers thinking long and hard, Asami eventually realized that they were her mother's birth and death dates.

The mechanic side of her brain started ticking and Asami quickly positioned the drawers appropriately and just as the last number lined up, something made a loud click noise. Looking side to side the detective tried looking out for what happened. She couldn't find anything out of ordinary. She racked her brain trying to figure something but it was futile. Letting out a heavy sigh, she finally realized that it was dark outside. Rubbing her stiff neck, she walked over to turn the lights on. As she looked at her father's desk, nothing was out of ordinary and she couldn't help but be amazed yet terrified by her father's work.

Only geniuses could come up with something so ingenious like this but only shady people with secrets would think of a mechanism so complex to hide something. She was stuck and could only scratch her head as she walked back to the desk. Taking a seat, she stared at their family's photos with sadness before picking up her mother's portrait.

"Mom… w-what should I do? D-Dad… h-he's… he's a criminal… he's… he's gone! He, he LEFT ME ALONE! I'm all on my own…"

Tears quickly spilled from her clouded eyes and she started sobbing like a mess. She couldn't breath and was hiccuping like crazy before accidentally dropping her mom's portrait. Asami screamed in histeria. Her heart was broken. She didn't even know if she hated Korra for killing him. She didn't know if she hated her father for lying. Lying to the public. Lying to the world. Lying to her. It just wasn't fair. Nothing was fair. He was her hero, her father! He meant everything to her but he was a monster! He was a criminal!

He was gone.

The questions she had, the answers she would have demanded, none of them would be asked or told. Everything Asami had worked on… the blood, sweet and tears she shed… they were all for nothing. She could have never possibly found out the truth if Korra didn't expose him. She would have lived a life of ignorance if it wasn't for her. Her case could have remained unsolved, or, maybe she would have found out over time. But at what cost? The lives of many more children? Asami didn't want that. But, she didn't want her father dead either.

She cried herself asleep and when she woke up, she felt helpless. Miserably getting up, she stumbled off the chair and knocked down some objects on the desk. Something clicked but she missed it as she remained on all fours. Tears plopped onto the floor again and everything was tiring. She was exhausted, she hasn't slept a single night without having nightmares of her father torturing children and even… even Korra.

The way her eyes looked before she fell through the window. The overwhelming sadness was too much for Asami and she couldn't bear to think about what happened to her. "W-What happened… what happened to you?" Sniffling, she weakly pushed herself up and noticed that a bookshelf had popped out forward.

A great chill went down Asami's entire body and her heart stopped. That room… whatever was inside of it… it wasn't good. She got up on her feet which now felt like led as she practically dragged them over to that hidden doorway. Playing the last imagine of her father and Korra, Asami started imagining the hatred and fear that Korra must've have felt. Something was up. They knew other from their past so that means… Korra must have been…

Trying to recall what Korra was trying to tell her, what was she saying?

Asami reluctantly pulled the bookshelf open and what she saw was a decent sized room filled with documents, data charts and videos. She took multiple breaths before daring to grab one of the files. She was horrified. She was terrified that she would find out everything her father did to those kids. What he did to them with those drugs… to… to maybe even Korra. Making a big gulp, her throat was utterly dry as she shakingly opened the file.

It was appalling.

She dropped the file onto the floor not believing her eyes, "N-No… h-he… c-couldn't have…"

Picking it up, she opened the file again to confirm her fears. As she skimmed over the details, she was utterly shocked and appalled, "T-There's no way that he would…"

Her stomach started churning and she felt nauseous. But for some reason, she knew that this wasn't the worst of it. She set the file down and desperately skimmed through the other ones seeing similar data. Then after a while, she stumbled upon one certain file that was clearly the oldest compared the others. It was… the beginning.

When she opened the file, the first thing she saw a photo of a familiar face. "K-Korra?" Not believing her eyes, she quickly read the page before falling down onto her knees. Grasping her mouth, "N-No…"

Her fears came true but was even more horrifying that she imagined. What… what was written there was simply… pure hell. Asami couldn't believe this. That her father did this to Korra many years ago when she was just a small child! Korra was the practically the same age as her and all of this happened to her when she lost her mother. Everything was messed up. By the time Asami had made a small dent through this thick file, she couldn't take it and ran outside.

She gagged up everything that could possible come out of her. It was just too much. Trying to even picture what happened to Korra made Asami sick enough to the point she fell down weak. She started crying terribly again and her heart shattered even more. Then after a while, she somewhat regained her composure and went back inside that room to finish what she started.

"D-Dad you… you…"

She was past the point of disbelief and everything Korra had ever said and did made sense to her now.

"You… you monster! Dad… why… how could you… WHY!"

Falling onto her knees once again, she grasped onto that heavy file which contained the devil's play.

"How… how could you! HOW COULD YOU!" Tears were spilling from her eyes yet again, "WHY! WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS! You… you… why would you do something like this…" grasping onto her body, she felt dirty and had a hard time suppressing that nauseous feeling in her stomach. She ended up bolting out again and puked up nothing. That horrid sensation over took her body and she felt utterly sick.

"W-Why… I… I… I, I hate you… I hate you! YOU MONSTER! WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS! HOW COULD YOU- YOU BETRAYED ME! YOU HURT ME! YOU HURT- hurt everyone… they didn't deserve…"

Before Asami knew it, she had fallen asleep in fetal position gasping onto Korra's file tightly against her chest. She had a dream. A dream where she was still dating Korra. A dream where they were happy and constantly flirting with each other. However, things suddenly became dark and there was only some light that shined on Korra and herself. Before she knew it, she started chasing after her girlfriend who only seemed to get only further and further away. She tired screaming for her name but nothing would come out as she desperately tried again and again.

Then, all the sudden the scenery changed into a horrifying lab room where her father was right before her eyes. It was terrifying. He was injecting people, children with god forsakes knows what but that didn't matter. They were in pain. Kids from about ages six and up, they were all in pain.

Korra was in pain.

Asami tired screaming her name, calling out to her. That she would help her. That she would save her. Again and again, she slammed her fists on this invisible wall separating her from her girlfriend. She was desperately trying to keep Korra safe from that man. That man… her father… Korra was screaming in pain, in agony, in fear before everything became pitch dark.

She was lost.

She was desperately trying to look for someone, something, anything that would help her. But she was all alone. She cried for Korra. She cried for her mother and even her father. Something suddenly flashed in her line of sight and the next thing she saw was Korra.

Korra was enraged. This wasn't the person that she grew to love, the person she dated, she wasn't her. She was the Avatar. The Avatar was consumed with hatred and she was killing her father. Asami tried reaching out to stop her but she couldn't even though he was right there, dying right in front of her! Nothing was blocking her path but she couldn't do it. She didn't feel weak but she didn't have the strength to stop the Avatar from killing him.

Visions of torture and drugs flashed in her head again and again. She screamed for help. She screamed again and again to stop these pictures from eating her away. But she was trapped. She couldn't get away. No one was there to help her.

Watching as the Avatar kill her father in cold blood, Asami stood there helpless. She couldn't do anything. She was weak. She didn't know what to do. Blood started dripping down this murderer's… no… her girlfriend's body. It was Korra. It wasn't some monster. The Avatar… she was Korra… a persona created from her father's heinous sins. Asami reached out to her. She wanted to embrace her, to tell her that everything was alright, that it's okay, that she was here.

She didn't get the chance.

Korra was corned. She was looking at Asami with such sorrow and emptiness. Her lips started moving and she was mouthing something which Asami couldn't hear. Asami asked again and again, pleading for her to speak up. As Korra got further and further away, she strained and willed herself to hear something.

"_ _o_y…"

"I_ _ry…"

"I'm _ory…"

Korra was being swallowed by darkness and Asami screamed her name one last time.

"I… I'm… I'm sorry."

It hit her hard. Asami immediately fell down onto her knees and was trembling with despair and guilt as she screamed, begging for Korra's forgiveness.

For their forgiveness.

"I-I'M SORRY! I'M SO SO SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!" She shouted at the top of her lungs in front of Korra and those children, again and again until her voice disappeared. But, she knew her voice couldn't save them.

Everything hurt.

Her father was not the man she knew. He was a monster. A cruel, vile, inhumane excuse for a human. People like this were the type that Asami loathed the most. She hated anyone who would hurt others for their own selfish desires. It all started when her mother's life was taken from her because of a thief. Someone robbed her mother's life for something so useless and it scared her so much that it shaped her sense of justice to what it is now. She became a detective to stop those very sick people. And, she knew that this life would be tough but she never thought nor knew that the pain of being betrayed by the person she loved and trusted the most would be so… unbearable.

Hiroshi Sato was no longer the person he had been before his wife died. He became obsessed with power. He wasn't Asami's father anymore. He was after revenge. He was a monster.

"AAAAAAAHHHH!" Screaming at the top of her lungs, tears were pouring out of her eyes as Asami jolted up from her slumber. She was hyperventilating and couldn't keep herself together.

She couldn't breath.

It was scufficating and she tried again and again pleading for forgiveness, "I… I'M SO SORRY! AAAHH S-SORRY I'M SO-SO… SO SORRY!"

Who knows how many days have went by since she discovered Hiroshi's heinous research. By the time Asami finally regained her composure, she had become obsessed with learning and understanding his research. It turns out, it did all start with her mother's murder many years ago. Hiroshi Sato became obsessed with power shortly after her death.

He wanted strength, power… an unstoppable bodyguard. He had initially experimented with animals before switching to humans using countless drugs and steroids until he lost sight of his original purpose. At that point, he wanted nothing more than invincible killing machine that would exact out his revenge.

But, Asami didn't care why. She learned that her father was the worse, vile man that she has ever come across. She loathed him. She despised him. How, just how could he? Asami couldn't and didn't want to understand him. After reading through and watching every experiment he had conducted, it was unforgivable. She started even considering that maybe, just maybe Korra was right. The law couldn't stop people like him, he had escaped it for the past years after all.

But that wasn't her main concern.

She needed to find Korra.

According to Hiroshi's research, Korra couldn't possibly be dead. Right? Those experiments that were conducted… there was no way the she could be… human. She survived countless experiments that should've killed anyone without a single doubt.

But Asami didn't care, she became obsessed with this. She was determined to right her father's wrong. She needed to convey her feelings but her body was just far too weak for anything. She collapsed. The floor was cold just like her heart and her eyes were too heavy keep open. She could've sworn that she heard someone calling out to her.

"K-Korra?..."

AN: 0m0 yuppp… Asami is low key joining the dark side *evil smirks* she has indeed come to hate her father and has all of this guilt because of what he has done. What will she do?! (Low key I'm not 100% sure *cough cough*) but eyy! Look forward to the end of the year! I was planning on doing a "Christmas Drop" for the 12 days of christmas but PFFT! Hahaha yeah… No. Sooo, I'm planning to post some time soon with some nice short stories everyday for like a week or something… eh stay tuned idk what I'm doing tbh :)))