Therapeutic

It can be surprising where one can draw strength from.

AN: Sorry this isn't longer but I felt that I needed to get something out

I really hated this part of my job, paperwork, it was utterly boring and monotonous; I would much rather just get to tinkering with new engines, that was where my interests lied. But alas, the paperwork was still very necessary to run a company as big as Future industries, especially if I was to make sure that none of the company's resources are used for nefarious purposes like... my father did.

Luckily I was almost done with this batch of soul crushing boredom and would be free to getting back to the more pressing matter at hand, preparing for tonight's date with Korra. I needed to keep my nerves under control, I actually had a chance now, I had hope.

And it was terrifying.

I couldn't stop imagining the different things that could go wrong, Korra could decide it wasn't worth the risk of the public backlash, and possible rejection by her parents; she also seemed worried about the company before. I smiled a little, knowing that she was worried about me as much as everything else.

Just as I finally finished off the last bit of paperwork the phone started to ring; perfect, I hoped that is wasn't something that would take too long, I really wanted to check in with Arika about dinner.

Picking up the phone with a sigh I answered, "Asami Sato CEO of Future indus-" only to be rudely interrupted by a most unwelcome voice.

"Asami drop the pretentious crap I need some help." Oh wonderful, and he was being his usual arsehole self.

"Mentioning who I am and my position makes perfect sense when you call my office phone, Mako." How did the jerk even get this number, Arika has standing orders to reject all calls from Mako.

"I called your house not your office, that's not important right now, I need help I'm in jail-"

" I would imagine so," I couldn't help but smirk as I took my turn to interrupt the jerk, "I read the paper, quite the colourful list of charges, though no mention of assault charges." Not too surprising, I'd forgotten to report it in the post Mako-beating high.

"What?!" Unsurprising reaction.

"You did try to attack me in the parking lot the other night."

"No I didn't!" Did he really not remember?

"Yes you did, you were pretty drunk at the time and I hit you very hard so I not too surprised you don't remember." or maybe he was just denying it.

"That never happened..." I could just see his enraged face.

"Believe what you will, anyway, why are you calling?" I could already guess, but I wanted to hear him say it.

"I'm in jail and I need to come bail me out." Just as expected.

"And why would I do that?" I couldn't help but grin and take a moment to check my nails.

"Damn it, Asami! If you're not going to help me can you at least tell Korra." Oh I was going to enjoy this part, couldn't let on anything, but I could still rub it in.

"And why would Korra care about your being in jail?"

"Because she's my girlfriend." I could just see him grinding his teeth.

"Not last I checked." I was full on smirking now.

"Don't trust that damn paper!"

"I'm not, I'm trusting what Korra told me herself, right after your manipulative proposal," at a party and right in front of her parents "You know exactly what I'm talking about Mako, don't even try to deny it." The only response I got was complete silence, it wasn't hard to imagine him fuming.

"So to sum up, no Mako I will not bail you out of jail and I won't be bothering Korra on your behalf, good bye Mako." and with that I slammed the phone down; I heard some garbled pleading right before I did.

It felt good, calling Mako out on his crap; very therapeutic.

I made my way downstairs to see how the jerk had gotten through to the office phone. I was quite surprised when I found a note from Arika, it seemed that she'd had to run out again for more ingredients, apparently she'd used up too much practising the recipes in an effort to get them perfect and had left the call forwarding to the office on. Arika was definitely not the type to work in a slipshod manner.

That mystery solved I went up to my room to look through my wardrobe, I hadn't gotten around to deciding what I was going to wear tonight and time was getting on; I just hopped that my nerves didn't consume me in the meantime. Perhaps a quick call to a certain chief of police about an unreported crime.

Rottenwraith: Okay I think this one was a good deal faster than the last update.

Asami: A bit debatable but at least you seem to a bit more upbeat now.

Rottenwraith: What can I say, I drew strength from my hatred.

Korra: Your hatred...

Rottenwraith: Of Mako.

Asami/Korra: Ahhhh.

Rottenwraith: Thank you Sith philosophy, I may still be a bit down about no one reading the prequel, but my hatred of Mako will sustain me.

Asami: Wait a minute, you had me torturing myself over fears of turning out like my hateful father before and now your praising your own hatred? This doesn't seem to add up.

Korra: Hey your right! So what's the deal?

Rottenwraith: Uh... well...

Korra: Come on already, what's your explanation?

Rottenwraith: Ummm; Transmission over!

Korra: Huh?

Asami: Transmission what?

Rottenwraith: Crap! Ah- End of Omake!