I am sorry. Really, I am. Two days I haven't even touched my laptop to write. Everyone needs a break, right? Anyway, here's the next chapter! I'm excited, because the action is just right around the corner! eep! Read on my fellow fictioners, and I do not own Legend of Korra. Just so you know. Reviews? Comments? That'd be great! :)
"Korra?... Korra… Korra!" Bolin finally manages to capture Korra's attention away from the raven-haired beauty in front of her. "What?" Korra just casually looks over to Bolin, who is folding his arms and taping his foot, but his face giving off a confused look. "Mako? Message?" Bolin asks, and Korra quickly nods her head. "I just-" "Korra! Get your ass up here right now! I called you like ten minutes ago!" A muffled voice could be heard in the mini barracks where everyone stood, and Korra gives off an exaggerated sigh. She shifts and grabs a walkie talkie from her belt that the voice originated from. "Alright Mama Mako, don't get your granny panties in a twist, I'm comin'." Korra snickers as everyone laughs around them. Even Asami manages a giggle. "KORRA!" Korra twists a knob and it goes silent. "Alright! I want to see everyone in the shooting range and gotten a bullet to the head of each dummy by the time I get back down there, got it?" And suddenly the whole crowd around them bursts into a run, shouting and shoving past each other in a frantic race to the shooting range. "Remember, I can see you from above!" Korra shouts after them, referring to Korra's office just above the shooting range. "Bolin, take her. She'll need some practice anyway." Korra steals a glance at Asami, who blushes as she smiles. Bolin nods, "Asami, this way." Bolin leads her away, and Asami catches a glance at Korra's softened expression, before it turns serious and she walks away without another glance.
"Asami." Bolin says while holding a hand up to his mouth trying to hold on laughter as Asami almost shoots her foot with a rifle in her hands. "Y-you've got to have a firm grip." Asami grumbles in frustration and Bolin hides another laugh. "I'm trying!" Is all she says as she turns her gaze up to the glass right above them, watching Korra pace and talk to an invisible individual, probably Mako, in her office. "She looks mad." Asami says after a moment of pondering. "She always looks mad." Replies Bolin. "Why is she mad?" The man stays silent, and Asami turns around. "What was that message about?" Bolin sighs in defeat of silence, "The message was to Korra from…" he pauses, "From the president himself." Asami scowls and lets a gasp escape her lips, "The president? Come to think of it, I've heard a lot about Korra on the news." She taps her chin, "They call her the Tyrant. That she's a terrorist of the New States, and anyone who tries to associate with her will be put to death for treason." She cringes, and Bolin almost growls. "I know." "So what did the president say?" Bolin shakes his head at the question, "I'm not sure. Only she and Mako know." They both turn their gazes to Korra, who looks out the glass with a hardened expression as if thinking hard and long. "Enough of this talk, we've got work to do." Bolin gives an encouraging smile, and Asami grumbles while gripping the rifle in hand.
"Tyrant. I speak to you, and only you. No matter where you hide, no matter where you run, we will find you. We have our sources. Like this one-"Korra grips the table in front of her with ferocity as she glares at the TV in front of her. "What's his name again? Let's ask him." A loud noise is heard, and a muffled scream. "I-Iroh. M-y name is I-Iroh.." A soft and shaky voice calls from the abyss. "Iroh has given us much information. Much information. Lucky for him, we'll spare his life. Or, maybe not. Maybe we'll wait and give him four days for you to turn yourself in. Or the rest of his family dies. You don't want that blood on your hands, do you? I think not. So, let's negotiate. You have four days to turn yourself in here at the interface prison, or I kill every last one of these treasonous villains. Every minute counts, dear Tyrant. So do what everyone wants you to do. Be the hero. Save these people from death. That's your job, is it not?" Korra shouts and throws a mug at the side of the wall, letting it shatter into a million pieces. "Turn it off now!" Mako quickly switches off the TV, and Korra breaths heavily in anger. "Who does he think he is?! That murderer, he's going to kill everyone. All because of me!" Mako shakes his head, "Korra, I know what you're thinking." Korra tries to keep her cool as she paces her office in front of the window that stares down into the shooting range. "Fuck it, Mako. I have to go." Korra mumbles finally, and Mako shoots up, "Korra, no! You can't turn yourself in. You've already had experience with them before, and that was for two months! Two months of complete torture. And you just want to go through that again?" Mako shouts at her, and Korra hides her face. She knows he's right. The scars on her body prove the tortures were real. She had scars everywhere; one along her jaw, marks on her neck, and whip marks snaking along her back. She knows what every one is from, and how much pain it brought. "Mako." She stops and stares out the window with a hard expression. "I have an idea. And it might just work."
"You're still here?" Asami hears a voice behind her, and she mentally smiles as she grips a pistol in her hands. "You said I needed to get a bullet in the dummies' head." A chuckle is heard from behind her, "I didn't mean you. You just got here." "Doesn't mean I can't try. Though I can't shoot worth shit." Korra laughs this time from behind, and moves over to the green eyed girl. "Here." She put her arms around Asami, putting a hand on the gun and another hand on her stomach. Asami is glad she's behind her, because she can feel the nervousness crawl up her face. "Point it at your target." Asami does as she says, and can feel Korra's hand grip her own around the silver hunk of metal. "Now aim it a little lower. When you shoot, the knock-back will cause your gun to shift upwards." Asami nods, and tries her hardest to keep from shaking as she can feel Korra's breath on her neck. "Now breathe in-" Asami tries but Korra puts a hand on her stomach, "through your stomach, not your chest. When you breathe from your stomach, you stock on more air. Which gives you bigger breaths and more relaxation." Asami is amazed. How did Korra know all these things? Asami again nods, and inhales, causing her stomach to push out, and exhales, causing her stomach to fall back in. "Good." The blue eyed girl says, "Now pull the trigger." And before Asami can even register, she and Korra both flex their finger and pull the trigger, causing a flash of smoke and both stand as still as a rock as they watch the head of the dummy move and a hole visible through its head. Korra instantly lets go of Asami, which she sort of regrets, and laughs. "You said you weren't good! What was that? You lied to me!" Korra chuckles and Asami blushes, "I didn't!" "You had a gun when I saved you!" "I grabbed the first thing I could find to defend myself!" "And you just happened to find a pistol on your shelf?" "I happened to remember my father having one in his dresser, okay?" Both girls start to laugh along at Korra's teasing, after a good minute, Asami breaks the regarded silence. "Korra, where have I met you before?" Asami asks, and Korra stands still. "Nowhere." Asami frowns, "Yes, I have met you before." "No you haven't." "Now who's the one lying?" Korra flashes a dirty look, and Asami just grins and raises a brow. After a pause, Korra sighs, a blush appearing on her face. "I- I sort of asked you out once." Asami's eyes widen, and Korra looks away, rubbing her neck. "You came into the coffee shop I worked in one day. You ordered, and I-""You messed up my order." Asami finishes Korra's sentence with a smile, and Korra stares at her in surprise. "You said to make up for it, you'd get me another drink." Asami says, and it's Korra's turn to smile, "But Asami didn't want another drink. She wanted dinner." Asami blushes after Korra's words. "So I asked you out." Asami then frowns, "Why didn't we?" Korra turns away, "That's was just after the government took over. I had just started being the Tyrant at the time, and was captured the day after." The atmosphere thickens, and Asami keeps her frown. "You were captured?" She asks. The blue-eyed girl stay silent, looking away with a pained expression. But Asami isn't a pusher. "Well, I guess you'll have to make it up to me." Korra's eyes flicker to green, and a smile appears. "You're on."