AN: OKAY OKAY OKAY! I'm sorry for the late update! Here you go loves! I'm Sorry again!
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Asami brought one of her hands up to cover the gasp threatening to escape, as her heart clenched in pain. Her suddenly wide eyes became frozen and stunned into a deadly stare down.
Her pupils even became blown to see more then enough details through the low lighting.
The low moon lit lighting of what could only be the Master's room.
The shock however wasn't due to the fact that Korra's BARE back had met her sights. Nor was it that the unclothed upper half of the girl's body was unintentionally flexing slightly as she raised her arms over her head to stretch.
The problem was what laid across the beautifully toned ends of the loose haired girl's skin.
In the silver light shinning through the wall length bay window, there was the completely scarred back of the Avatar. Hauntingly bright red streaks that left angry marks of past pain painted over the tan expanse like a painting over canvas.
The once tender flesh had barely reformed over top of parts of the past hell. The gruesomely vivid anger trails looking as though they still managed to cause Korra indescribable agony
And just like Asami had assumed, the scarring continued even farther past the dark fur pelt tied tightly around Korra's perfectly destroyed form. Probably leading even as far down to the last possible fraction of skin.
However...Burned or not...this girl...this once innocent girl was stunning.
It made Asami wonder deeply as to whom or what could have caused such chaotic beauty.
"WHAT THE HELL?!"
Not even realizing that the tan girl had looked over her shoulder and seen the heiress in the open doorway, Asami remained still.
"I'm sorry! I was just-"
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HERE?!"
The shout actually managed to cause the strong girl to stumble back. From shock or fear she didn't know.
Korra rushed to cover herself with the thrown over remains of her clothing.
But the second she had a grip as to covering her chest, the Avatar moved to quickly maneuver the blue clasp of her cloak back on. No matter what her face was the one thing that couldn't be seen to often...
"I'm sorry-"
Approaching the door with a fire igniting her blue eyes, Korra lashed out.
"GET OUT! GET OUT!"
"I...I didn't mean to-"
The tan girl would NEVER harm a woman. Ever! But even she couldn't control the anger formulating in her heart from her horrendous appearance being seen.
It was bad enough this girl had seen her face once, who was she to have to endure looking at the wasteland of her once great body?!
Moving to punch a clean hole straight through the wall beside her, the tan girl screamed in frustration.
"GET OUT NOW! GET OUT! I SWEAR TO THE SPIRITS GET OUT!"
Asami didn't need to be told twice. Without a second to try and look back, the heiress rushed down the hallway. Unseen tears flooding her eyes.
It was only after the guest was out of sight, Korra allowed her own waterworks to fall.
"Asami? What happened why-"
Bolin felt the tall girl rush directly past himself and Mako.
Catching the hitch that was causing the usually graceful girl to hiccup.
"I'm sorry! I can't do this!"
"Wait!"
Moving down the halls she had memorized already, Asami finally reached the front door of the castle. Not even bothering to wait for the two to catch up to her, before going head first into the cold night air.
Bolin looked at Mako with a panicked expression. At once the two raced towards Korra's chambers.
Never in her life had the heiress been yelled at in such a way. She had been chastised by both her parents sure. She had been scolded by Lin countless times. She had even been spanked by the housekeeper as a young girl for always getting into mischief.
But never had she felt so close to such rage.
The tan girl had shown her not even an inch of humanity. There had been nothing in those cerulean eyes, but hate...and perhaps even fear.
Maybe she had scared the younger girl...and she had only been reacting out of befuddlement?
What was wrong with her?! Why was she trying to defend that! That!
Beast!
Pushing away the sudden foliage that was blurring the way of the late moon light, Asami felt the tears from before drying as she ran.
There was no reason to cry. She was a Sato, and shouldn't allow the outburst of some poor girl-
"Poor girl?"
Where was all of the sudden pity coming from?
Pausing to take a breathe, Asami felt the terrible burning sensation of the cold air filling her lungs. Her mind though was what was causing the most trouble.
What was happening to her mind? That girl had driven her nothing but crazy and now all of her logic was pressing onto what might come as a misunderstanding?!
"What the for spirits fucking sake..."
She had truly underestimated how quickly the seasons were changing. Finally taking notice of how her breathe was visible in the cool air, Asami felt anger beginning to heat up her system.
This was stupid...it was late and dark and...just SO stupid! This whole situation was driving her insane.
Moving to lean up against the thick bark of a nearby tree, the heiress sighed. Not at all feeling her black hair snag in one of it's lower branches.
This wasn't like her. She shouldn't be defending the girl who had just made her flee. She shouldn't be stopping to break when the road was-
"SON OF A BITCH!"
She had left her car back at the estate! It would take her all night to walk back to the city on foot! And in her haste she hadn't even thought to fetch her car!
Now when, or even if she made it back, she'd have to hike until daylight. Then...only to have to explain to her father that she had gone back on her word.
Before she could move to sit and gather her thoughts and work out some form of a plan, a low growl echoed out from the dark forrest, causing Asami to freeze.
She waited.
Several low growls...
Turning to look towards the tree ways, the heiress felt her hair finally catch on the branch behind her. Registering that she was actually trapped as of now.
"No no no ow no no!"
Reaching back to try and free her long locks, the tall girl felt her eyes widen as at least a dozen ViperWolves began to creep out of the darkness.
Barely becoming visible though the uneven moonlight.
Each was licking at their foaming mouths. Sights set on the helpless girl.
Feeling actual dread beginning to curl at her heart, Asami screamed out.
"SOMEONE! ANYONE! HELP I NEED HELP!"
The first monster moved in and jumped at her. Luckily the heiress was able to kick it away.
But that was just the first one, and it barely seemed fazed by the blow.
"CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! PLEASE HELP!"
Tugging roughly at her captured hair again, Asami's hazel irises went wide as two of the hunters moved in to jump. She may have gotten lucky with the first one, but this attack couldn't be beaten.
Not in this state. No she was doomed...
Slamming her eyes closed, the tall girl prayed for her death to be quick. Hoping that maybe her father would find her remains, if there were any left...
For an ungodfully long second nothing happened.
And then another second where the only registering sound to be heart was the clapping beat of the pale girl's heart.
Wait? Why was there no flesh tearing? Where were the blood being spilt-
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!"
Hazel eyes snapping open, Asami found herself staring at the sight of her previous captor fighting off each of the damned creatures. Navy blue cape fluttering with each of the water-like strikes.
Blow after blow the Viperwolves found themselves missing their marks. Snapping jaws meeting nothing, but air.
Only once finding it's mark for half a second before Korra reached back and forced it over her shoulder and onto the ground.
After countless offensive strikes, the leader of the pack finally called for a retreat.
Some rushing to limp out of sight, until there was nothing.
Just the still battlefield with a heavily breathing Korra in it's cold wake.
"...Asami...are you okay..."
The heiress was surprised to find the gentleness seeping through the worried girl's voice. It was so unlike their last meeting.
Before she could respond though, Korra was beside her, working to carefully untangle the trap that had encased her moments before.
"Thank you..."
"...you're welco-"
Not being able to finish, the exhaustion finally caught up to the cloaked girl. Causing her to fall to her knees, just as the last of Asami's hair became freed.
The taller girl moved quickly to catch the falling form. Looking down in actual concern. This girl, no matter how intolerably cruel before...just saved her life.
And injured herself in the process.
Bending down to cradle the fallen Korra's face gently, the heiress looked taken aback.
She took careful note of the large gash that seemed to have appeared on Korra's shoulder. Cutting clean through both the shirt and cloak straight to the skin.
"Shit...okay let's...let's get you back."
Huffing the now messed up black locks out of her face, Asami moved her arms underneath of the unconscious girl's form.
Carrying her bridal style, as their slow walk towards the castle began.
"...Korra."
That voice...that voice was so familiar to the Avatar. And yet so distant in memory.
It had been years since any substantial form of a dream had occurred to the tan girl. Let alone one that contained traces of remembrance.
And yet here she was on a crystalized unearthly space like pathway. Staring head on into the reflection that hadn't visited her in years.
"...Aang?"
"Korra? Korra?"
Cerulean eyes opened at once. Causing a jolt of adrenaline to spike and forcing her head to unintentionally colliding with Asami's.
Two matching groans of pain echoed through out the large fireplace lit room.
All of the occupants peering in through the door to wince in sympathy.
"Spirits! What the hell is wrong with you?!"
Asami rubbed at her new sore spot and narrowed eyes at the complaining girl. Roughly reaching down to continue rolling up her jacket sleeves.
"Geez, you'd think after saving your life you'd be more polite cloak-y?"
Finally registering that it was her guest speaking towards her, Korra moved to shrug her hood down.
Trying to cover her suddenly hot face. She didn't understand at all as to why the taller girl had been so close in the first place, but now all she wanted was distance.
And an apology.
"You saved my life? You got a really twisted sense of humor to believe that."
"Well excuse you, I'm the one who carried you back after you passed out!"
All of the house workers eavesdropping in on the conversation took a step back from the room. Fearing the impending screaming match Korra would no doubt cause after such a remark.
The Avatar closed her eyes once to breathe in. Remembering how badly their argument had gone last time.
"I only passed out because YOU were about to be killed and I had to step in and save your ass."
"Well I wouldn't have ran out into the forrest anyway if YOU hadn't yelled at me an punched a fucking hole through the wall!"
Korra wasn't use to being reprimanded in such a way, especially not with equally as colorful language.
Yet her stubbornness remained perfectly unfazed. Though her fire died slightly.
"Oh yeah? Well then maybe this will teach you not to enter the west wing!"
"WELL MAYBE THIS SHOULD TEACH YOU TO CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!"
Silence. Perfectly imperfect silence.
Varrick, Pema, Tenzin, Bolin, and Mako's jaws were straight through the floor. And the tan girl herself was having trouble comprehending what had just transpired.
Blinking once, not that Asami would be able to tell with her cloak guarding her face, Korra allowed shame to build within her heart.
The taller girl was right. It was her fault...she just didn't want to have to deal with that painful fact.
Huffing out, the Avatar moved to slouch back in her chair. Staring daggers at the fire roaring before her while Asami released a heavy breathe.
The heiress knew when to drop somethings, and she also knew when to accept an unspoken apology.
At last finished with rolling up her dark sleeves, Asami moved to gently reach into the steaming pot of water before the chair leg side. Ringing out all of the excess liquid from the clean cloth.
"What's with the water?"
"I need you to strip."
Eyes becoming practically comically wide, Korra sat up.
"Why the hell would I do that?!"
"So I can fix that gash there."
Gesturing blatantly at the still gaping wound shinning past Korra's clothing, the Avatar shook her head.
"No fucking way."
"Do you want me to get Bolin and Mako in here to hold you down? Because if they think it's for the best of your health, they will."
She was right...those two wouldn't have any trouble keeping her pinned if thy thought her health was on the line. But that didn't stop the new flares of anger to burst through out the tan girl's system.
Narrowing her eyes, Korra snarled. Legitimately snarled.
Matching her stare, a slight quirk caused Asami's left eyebrow to arch in challenge.
"Try me."
The room suddenly was filled with unmatchable tension.
As though if one of the sparks from the fireplace were to fly into the danger zone, a catastrophic explosion would destroy the house.
Hazel met cerulean for at least a solid minute before Korra gave up.
Actually gave up instead of pouting and not speaking at all.
"Fine..."
The actual realization of how badly the burning in her shoulder was, helped balance her decision.
Angrily ripping away the navy clamp around her neck and then reaching to pull over the end fabrics of her blue shirt, Korra was eventually left in nothing but her biddings. A fresh wave of embarrassment washing over.
A strong blush coated the younger girl's face as she felt Asami stare at all of the burned and scared up flesh scattered across her.
"Don't stare at me like that...just don't..."
Nodding understandingly, the heiress carefully focused on her hands instead of the perfectly crafted body before her. Choosing to instead work on the task at hand, not the heat igniting her own cheeks.
"Okay. Fair warning this is probably gonna-"
"AHHHHHHHKK!?"
"-sting a little..."
Korra snapped her eyes shut and tried to move away from the unimaginable pain that had tore through her muscles. But Asami had been anticipating the response and followed.
"That hurts!"
"If you didn't move it wouldn't hurt so badly!"
Glaring daggers at the kneeling girl, Korra snapped slightly.
"If you didn't touch it, it wouldn't hurt either!"
"That wouldn't fix anything!"
"IT WOULD MEAN I DIDN'T FEEL LIKE A FIREBENDER WAS TAKING A HOT KNIFE TO MY SHOULDER!"
"You're being dramatic."
"You shouldn't be touching it then!"
"Oh so what? You could just live with the infection that would ruin your body?"
The Avatar gave an angry glare towards the unwavering girl that continued to push her buttons.
"If it meant I wouldn't have to deal with this shit then yeah!"
"Oh really?"
"YES REALLY?"
"Well tell me Korra, does it hurt now because the entire time you were arguing with me I cleaned all of your wound."
Stunned slightly, the water tribe girl looked down to see that, true to her word Asami had managed to freshly decontaminate her cut.
Without her even knowing or having another outburst.
Humiliated by how poorly she had held her own fear of appearing weak, Korra hung her head in contempt.
"...I'm sorry..."
Once again Asami's heart clenched in slight regret.
"...it's okay...hey look at me?"
Reaching to lift the other girl's head up, using her fingers, the heiress forced the tan girl to meet her gaze.
"I'm sorry okay. I shouldn't have run away...and I won't anymore. It's the least I can do for you...considering you saved my life."
Korra was quiet for a long time. Simply gazing deep into the hazel flecks of gold that were capturing what little humanity remained in her heart. Causing it to bloom somewhat strangely.
"...don't mention it. You saved my life as well and...I shouldn't have reacted as I did...truce?"
Asami smiled and moved to pick up the bandages laying besides her. Before looking back to admire the actual goodness she saw deep inside of the smaller girl's soul.
"Truce..."
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