Chapter 2

What are you doing here?

The day went by completely uneventfully. Without the meeting with the investors Asami had nothing else planned for her day. But that was not necessarily a bad thing. It meant that she could spend her day working on new projects. So that is what she did. Graphite was smeared from the tip of her pinkie finger to the base of her wrist. Eraser shavings dotted her otherwise flawlessly clean pants. A pile of finished blue prints were stacked neatly to the side and the works-in-progress were sprawled across her desk. The heiress's brow was furrowed as she sketched out a particularly small component for a new car design. Future Industries usually sold luxury vehicles, often times competing for the top spot against BMW, Audi, Jaguar, Mercedes, and Cadillac. But Asami wanted to expand into a new class of vehicles- sports class. The raven haired beauty had always been a fan of speed. She just loved the feel of the wind blowing through her hair. So naturally, when she was in the market, she tended to buy cars with a greater capacity for speed. While she owned a Satomobile (for marketing and publicity sake) the heiress also was the proud owner of a pure crimson, Bugatti Veyron 16.4 Super Sport which is the fastest street legal car (268 mph) and her beloved Mustang (you can't beat the classics).

A gentle knock on the door caused the engineer to look up from her work.

"Come in." she called out. Microseconds later, Jinora's head popped out from behind the door.

"I was just stopping by to tell you I was going home for the night."

Flabbergasted, the heiress whipped towards the clock. Sure enough it read 5:30.

"Where did the time go?" she whispered to herself, but the ever observant secretary caught her words.

"Well when you lock yourself in your office for the full day, not even coming out for lunch, you tend to lose track of time." She smirked.

Asami rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at her friend.

"Well I may be a recluse, but I did get a lot done. Come here." she waved her friend over.

Jinora dutifully came over to the desk, but made a point to huff in faux annoyance. Asami smiled at her.

"As you probably know we are one of the top competitors in luxury vehicles. But I have always wanted to sell something a little… uh…"

"Cooler?" Jinora offered.

"Exactly. I've spent practically the full day sketching this out." She shifted the blueprint so the secretary could see it better, "The body is lowered as close to the ground as regulations will allow, for aerodynamics. The body would be made of a titanium alloy so it would be light." The heiress pointed to a couple more features, but she lost her friend after the first few designs.
"Wow Asami. It looks like it's from the future. What are you gonna do next? Make a flying car?" she snickered to herself.

The engineer looked at her, her face devoid of any humor, "Actually, I started on the prints for that. I have the car designed and part of the engine. But I am having a hard time figuring out how to keep the car in the air without making it too much like a plane. I was starting to throw around creating something that would reverse the effects of gravity. But that made me nervous. What if I accidentally made it too strong and the car just floated into outer space. So it would definitely have to have limits to it. But then that also brought up the fact that it wouldn't run off of a regular engine. It would need rockets. And that would be exceedingly expensive. Not to mention the costs for fuel. No one is going to want to pay the prices for jet fuel." She chuckled to herself and looked up at her friend. The younger girls jaw was on the ground. Complete shock adorned her face. Asami immediately stopped laughing and cleared her throat, coughing into her hand.

"You never cease to amaze me, Sato." Jinora said, picking her chin off the ground.

"Now if only I could get these ideas to the investors. Then I could really make a difference. I just feel like I'm letting dad down every time the investors shut down my ideas or they don't show up. What if they are just making up excuses to not go to the meetings because they don't want to hear my ideas? What if they only want to hear dads? I just feel like such a failure." Asami let out a saddened sigh. A soft hand laid itself on her shoulder.

"I know your dad may not say it a lot, but Asami I can assure you he is proud of you. Everything you present to him just makes his eye's glow. You are in no way shape or form letting him down. I don't think even Hiroshi could have thought up of a design for a flying car. You are one of, if not the smartest mind in the World, let alone Republic City." She squeezed Asami's shoulder slightly, forcing the older woman to look up at her, "I don't want to ever hear you say you are a failure. You have gone through more than any person should ever endure and you fought back. You came back with a vengeance. And now you are kicking major butt in the business world. No one can stand in your way Asami. You practically control the world. All you have to do is believe in yourself."

Asami stared at her with wide eyes, "Wow. When did you get so wise, Jinora?" the younger girl simply shrugged. Asami giggled, "Maybe I should start calling you Shi Fu Jinora."

An unamused look fell upon her friend's face, "You better not, Sato. Death will be paid if you call me that even once." The corner of her lips started to turn upwards slightly.

Asami held her hands up in a placating gesture, "Alright, alright. You got it… Shi Fu."

"Asami!" Jinora yelled angrily. Asami bolted out of her chair and sprinted down the hallway, Jinora right on her heels. When they reached the elevator Jinora jumped on Asami's back hanging onto her like a baby monkey. Both girls erupted into laughter and fell to the floor.

Jinora stood up first composing herself. Dusting herself off she offered a hand to Asami. "Alright. I should really get going. Dad will start to worry. Please don't stay to late Asami. I don't want to come in tomorrow and find you asleep at your desk."

Asami looked down sheepishly, "I've only done that once or twice." Jinora cocked her hip and placed her hands on them.

"Uh-huh."

"Alright, alright. Maybe it was more than that." Asami smirked, "I'm just gonna go lock up my office and then I'll head out."

"Okay. I'll wait for you."

Asami smiled at her as she headed towards her office. She picked her keys up off her desk and shut the door behind her with a resounding click. Traditionalist at heart, Asami preferred lock and key to anything high-tech. Once she was confident it was locked she headed back to the lobby and joined Jinora in the elevator.

After they said their goodnights, the heiress hopped in her car, and headed back home. The warm summer night air sent a gentle breeze ruffling through her gorgeous raven locks as she wound her way through meandering pine trees. The engine purred perfectly, the sound reflecting off of the cliff side that jutted out over Yue Bay. She cruised back to her house and immediately noticed the strange car in her driveway.

"Dad must have a guest over." She mused aloud.

Once she was in the garage she rather reluctantly shut the engine off and entered the house.

"Dad! I'm back." She called out, only to receive no response. Peridot eyes narrowed, brow furrowing in confusion. The sound of her boots clicking off of the marbled floor echoed through the entrance hall as she made her way to the family room.

She was passing through the hallway that connected the entrance to the family room when she ran into her childhood friend and boyfriend of Opal, Bolin.

"Bo? What are you doing here?"

"Asami! What are you doing here?" the burly man asked nervously.

"I live here…" she said confused, one brow raising. She took a step to get around him, but Bolin rushed to get in front of her, effectively blocking her path.

"Asami. Don't go in there."

"Why?" she attempted to get around him again, but he sidestepped in front of her once more.

"If you love me at all, you won't go in there."

"Bo seriously move."
"Well. I see how much my friendship means to you."

She scoffed loudly, "Bo, I do love you I just need to get into the family room. I need to talk to my dad." She finally got around him and was heading for the arch way separating the rooms.

"Asami, wait!" Bolin yelled. He dropped to his knees, pleading, "I love you Asami Sato. I never loved Opal. I was just using her to get to you."

Asami rolled her eyes, "Bolin, you and I both know that is a ton of rubbish." She whipped around, flicking her hair over her shoulder, and stalked towards the next room.

She was greeted by her father, Mako (Bolin's brother), Opal, and-

"Korra?" the heiress gasped incredulously.

Every head snapped in her direction. Panic flushing their eyes. Opal gasped and put a hand over her mouth, Mako shuffled his feet and looked pointedly at the ground.

"What are you doing here, Korra? Dad? What's going on?"

Hiroshi's face looked pained for a few moments before he sighed and sat down. He patted the spot next to him. Asami nervously walked over. A shiver went down her spine when she noticed Korra's icy gaze following her every step. Tears stained her perfectly blue orbs.

The seat sunk slightly as she sat down. Her father grasped her hand in his own and squeezed slightly.

"There is something I need to tell you. It's about those dreams you've been having."

Author's note:

Okay I know this chapter was rather short and ended in kind of a cliff hanger, but if I had added the next part if would have been way, way too long. But also… muahaha! Cliff hangers! As always comments and critiques are welcome. I don't think I made it any clearer about what is going on, but if you have any more theories let me know. I absolutely love getting feedback from people so please keep up the good work. And for those who have commented already, thank you so much! I truly appreciate it!