I have a headcanon that Asami every once in a while Asami likes to enjoy a smoke by herself.
Day #13: Denial
Characters: Asami
Setting: During Aftermath
7/18/12
She had waited until she was sure that everyone in the house was sleeping, before quietly getting out of her bed and heading down the long hallway that lead to the large back balcony that overlooked the outdoor pool and gardens. She glanced around, before lifting up the cushion of one of the chairs and pulling out a package of cigarettes. It was about half full, but she'd had the same pack for over six months. A warm breeze blew by her as she sat down in the chair, watching the moon reflect off of the pool. She tucked her feet underneath of her as she pulled a lighter out of the pack and placed a cigarette in her mouth. With a flick of the lighter it was lit, and she took a drag and held it in for a moment before breathing it out with a sigh. She watched the tendrils of smoke until the disappeared into the sky above her and she took another drag, a smaller one this time.
She knew it was a terrible habit to have, but it was something that really relaxed her and got her mind of off the things she was going through.
There was a pause as she flicked the ashes onto the ground.
Her father was not an Equalist. She didn't care what Korra said. Or how many metalbending cops came and tore her entire house apart. Her father was not on Amon's side.
This was the man that had taught her to ride a bicycle, than taught her to drive. He had put band aids on her injuries and made sure that she was fed. He choked up on her first day of school, and he took pictures of her before every school dance while intimidating her date at the same time. He had given her everything she had ever wanted and more.
No. She refused to believe what they were all saying.
She took another drag of her cigarette, and letting the smoke out of her mouth she breathed it back in through her nose, feeling oddly accomplished. She heard a door open and she bent down, quickly rubbing out the cigarette and pushing it under the chair. She waved her hand, dispersing the cloud of smoke that was hovering above her head.
Mako appeared, rubbing his eyes. "Asami? Why are you out here? It smells like smoke."
"I couldn't sleep, but I'm really tired. I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight sweetie." She quickly kissed him on the cheek and hurried back into the house. She heard him close the door after her and head to his room.
She got to her bedroom and ran a brush through her hair before collapsing on the bed, the taste of smoke still on her tongue.
Her last thought before she drifted off to sleep was that she would never believe them, no matter what they said about her father, she knew who he really was.
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