Ah, these past few days have been very busy. Many beta's and not to mention a ruptured eardrum I've had to deal with. Uh. But! I had to at least finish writing this beauty. Note that the italicized writing is flashbacks in the character's mind. I hope you all are enjoying this, because I haven't gotten that many review to know -.- (Cue reviewing) Anyway, enjoy! And, of course, read on! Thanks to all those who have reviewed. I love you. Really.
"Daddy, I-" "No excuses! I've had it with you and your wild imagination! You ruin my important meetings every day, and I'm sick of it!" Asami's father shouted at Asami, making her smaller form shiver and wince. "You're going in the closet." "NO! No father, please! Anything but that!" Her sentence eventually turned from a whisper to a scream. "Enough!" Hiroshi Sato grabs his daughter by the wrist, dragging her down the hallway as her screams intensify. "Dad! Please!" She begged and kicked, trying to free herself from her nightmares. "Asami!" His shout of her name was interpreted for her to silence her screams. She whimpered as he opened a closet door and threw her in, kneeling down to tie her wrists with a rope that was 'conveniently' placed there. "This should teach you to respect your father. It's time for you to mature, Asami. Become a woman, like your mother." Asami watched as the light that flooded the closet slowly succumbed to the darkness, and all she could do was cry until her nightmares flew away.
Korra hadn't fallen asleep yet, and that bothers her. She should be asleep, thinking of Asami's soft lips touching hers. Yet, she can't shake the feeling of meeting her father. She's not afraid, of course. But nervous. Nervous that her plan will fail. That she won't be able to get Iroh out. That she'll be captured instead. And if that happened…. She grips the sheets on her hospital bed. She'd never see Asami again. No, she can't leave her. Not yet. Not ever. "SHHH! You're going to wake her up, and it'll all be over for us." Korra hears muffled whispers against her hospital door. "I can't get the door open." "Here, let me see." Wait, Korra recognizes that voice. "If we fail this because of you, you won't be able to run. Asami will inform Korra about this. IF they ever find her." The recognizable voice chuckles, and Korra's eyes widen. Asami? She could feel her veins running hot blood through her body and she clenched her fists. 'Get up, Korra.' She tells herself mentally, sitting up slowly with her injured arm. "Got it! Let's kill her." Suddenly Korra's strength returns to her like a switch was flipped. She jumps from the bed just in time to hide behind the door the assassins seemed to be entering from. "Alright, When we get into-" "Where is she?" A voice interrupted the other, and suddenly a gasp was heard, before Korra kicks the door and hits a body with it. A grunt was heard, before she uses her fist to swing and smack someone in the face, bringing them down to the floor with a yelp. "Wha?!" A figure stumbled back into her bed. "I-I thought you were hurt!" Korra smirks, "I guess you were wrong." And as quick as a flash, she kicks the figure into the stomach, sending him crashing onto the bed. She grabs its ankle, but it somehow flings its body back up and grips her neck, clenching tightly as her air is sucked from her. "I've had it with you Korra. I'm supposed to be the one that is in charge, not you." Korra croaks out a name: "Amon." "Correct!" He grips her neck harder, and she coughs, seeking for air. "After today, things will be different. I'll be in charge, and I'll actually make soldiers, unlike you." Korra's eyes get blurry, and black is outlined.
"Korra? Are you done practicing your shooting with your father?" Korra can hear her mother call to her as she enters the kitchen. "Yeah, but he had another meeting. Again." Her mother Senna could sense the annoyance in her tone. Korra walks to the counter, "He seems to be having those a lot lately." she throws her bag and takes a carrot from her mother as she cuts them from the counter of the kitchen. "Is it about those rebels again?" Senna asks, and Korra hides her jump. "Probably." She shifts in her chair, chewing quietly. "They say the leader is quite a gal. Her shots are precise and she never misses." Her mother presses, and Korra shrugs. "I could probably beat her." Senna smiles, "You probably could." Korra smiles back. "Mom, you know if you keep up talking about these rebels, dad with find out." Senna just shrugs at her daughter, "what he won't know, won't hurt him. Right, honey?" Korra grins and they both laugh together. "Korra, I love you. You hear?" Senna says after, and Korra nods. "I know. I love you too mom." "Be safe." "I will. For you."
Korra suddenly kicks her attacker hard, causing him to release his grip and she gasps for air when she falls to the ground. "Y-You bastard! You're going to be killed for what you're doing! Where's Asami?!" She shouts further at Amon. Amon coughs at her kick and huffs, "Like I'll tell you-" Korra runs at him, tackling him down and punching him right across the face. "TELL ME!" Amon shakes his head and Korra goes for another punch, harder this time. "Tell me now!" After a minute of arguing and punching, Amon finally gives as blood spills from his nose and his eyes are puffy. "She's in my room's closet! Okay?" The tan girl gives him another good punch, knocking him out before she runs from the room, ignoring the bruising on her neck and the blood that drips down her arm from her bullet wound.
'Ignore the pain, ignore the pain.' Korra mentally distracts herself as she pulls herself from the elevator that arrived on the Assault level. Limping around, she makes her way to a touch pad placed on the wall. "Amon, Amon." Korra mutters as she taps on the screen, showing a bunch of names and lists of room numbers. "23." She flings herself down a hall, cringing at the pain that coursed her body. Arriving at her destination, she braces herself and she kicks down the door with a grunt. "Asami?!" Korra calls, and she's answered with a whimper from behind a nearby door. The closet! She runs to it, pressing herself against it, "Asami!" "K-Korra?" Korra breaths out in relief as she hears her name from that sweet mouth. She tries for the knob, but it appears locked. "Move away from the door as best as you can." She says. After a moment, she hears, "O-Okay." And Korra takes the moment to run into the door, wincing as the door splinters and wood flies everywhere. Before she has time to react, warm arms grab for her and Korra embraces Asami. "I'm here. I'm here." Korra coos, running a hand through her raven hair. Asami shakes under Korra, and she feels the tears spill from her eyes. "I-I tried- I couldn't- I was so scared- I-" "Shh." Korra shushes her, pulling her tighter. "You're fine now. I won't ever let them hurt you." Asami cries into her shoulder, and Korra pulls her up into her arms. "Let's get out of here." The tan girl carries her out of the room, with the green eyed girl's head on her shoulder. "Y-You don't know where my r-room is." Asami mumbles, and Korra nods. "I know. That's why you're going to my room.
"This is your room?" Asami asks when they enter after a few minutes of calm walking. "I requested it after we built this place. It's the only room that has a sky view." The room was just like any other room underground; a simple kings sized bed, with a personal kitchen and closet. The only thing different was a few pictures in her room, and in the middle of the room on the ceiling, a hole appeared, bringing in the light from the moon from a higher window. The blue eyed girl carries Asami over to her bed, setting her down. They both look at each other, studying their features until Asami scowls. "You're neck…" she reaches out and grazes Korra's neck with her fingers. Korra shakes her head, "I'm not the one to worry about right now. Are you okay?" She asks, still hovering over her. Asami lets her hand fall as the looks away. "Y-yeah. I think." Azure eyes still stare, pleading her for the truth. Asami sighs, and Korra takes the opportunity to move to the other side of the bed, crawling over and offering her arms. Asami complies, moving and cuddling up with her and putting her head on her shoulder, wrapping her arms around Korra's middle. "When I was little, I had a crazy imagination. I'd always interrupt my father's meetings." Korra rubs her back, and Asami relaxes into her. "He'd get so mad. So as my punishment…" Korra squeezes her, "You don't have to explain anymore. I understand." She says, and Asami sniffs. "I always hated it. I would just sit and cry until I fell asleep. And when I'd wake up, I'd be in my mother's bed with her arms wrapped around me." She mutters in Korra's neck. "I'm so sorry this had to happen to you Asami. I wish I could've done something-" "But you did. You saved me." Korra's face flushes as Asami tightens her hold on her. "I'm glad you're my savior." Asami whispers and kisses her cheek, before she lets her head fall on Korra's shoulder, her eyes closing is a sudden sleep. Korra just sighs with happiness, and leans down to kiss the top of her head. "Goodnight, 'Sami. I'll always be your savior."
Holy crap! Intense right? More to come, and more to read! Please review, for me?