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| Clockwise from Top Centre: Amon, Mako, Bolin, Asami, Korra, Hiroshi and the Lieutenant |
This is my final fanfiction. For those who haven't watched The Legend of Korra but are planning to, spoiler alert for everything after Episode Seven.
If not, characters are:
Asami: daughter and heir to Hiroshi Sato, the founder of Future Industries and revealed to be an Equalist (a terrorist of sorts).
Bolin: Asami's friend and Mako's brother
Mako: Asami's ex-boyfriend and Korra's current boyfriend
Korra: Asami's friend, the current Avatar (bender of all four elements) and hero of the series
General Iroh: Asami's friend and General of the United Forces Army
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Asami is lying on the floor when Bolin
walks in, narrowly avoids tripping on her, catches himself but drops the tea he
was carrying all over the Mecha.
“I, uh… brought you some tea. What are you
doing?”
“My ribs hurt, plus it’s nice and cold down
here. What are you doing?”
“Stopping terrorists. Making tea. You know.
The usual.”
Asami laughs, buts cuts it short in pain.
Bolin peers at her in concern.
“General Iroh said he would come back for
us, but if you want I can try and earthbend you to a hospital?’
“I’ll be fine. Just bruises, I think.” She
looks properly at him, noting the cuts and grazes on his face. “Right now, I doubt
you could earthbend your way out of a rockslide.”
Bolin smiles. The silence is amiable, but
she finds herself reliving the awfulness of the past few hours. It must show,
because Bolin grips her shoulder and says, ‘You were amazing out there, Asami. You
did the right thing.”
“He was my father, Bolin –”
“Fathers don’t do that to their children,
Asami. Besides, you’ve got us now. Team Avatar!”
Asami is quiet for a moment, then smiles
back at him.
……………………………………………………………………………………………..
The South Pole is the most beautiful, beautiful place Asami has ever
visited. It’s so empty, wild and so
unlike Republic City that Asami cannot bear to leave. She loves how the wind
lifts the snow and makes the air visible. She loves the blazing, plentiful stars,
almost tangible on her skin. She loves the warm furs Senna gave her. She loves
this place, how it makes Republic City feel like nothing more than a bad dream.
“Asami?”
She whips around, relaxing when she sees Korra coming toward her. “What
are you doing?”
Asami shrugs.
“Sightseeing,” she smiles wryly. “Taking in as much as I can before
we have to face reality tomorrow.”
Korra frowns, almost imperceptibly, and stands beside her.
“You don’t have to come, you know.” She hesitates, but bulls ahead.
“Of course we want you to, but… I know it feels like there’s not much waiting
for you, but me, Bolin, Mako – we’d love to have you. And I know my parents
would love to have you, too, so if you want to stay, you can, but know that you
always have a home with us.”
Asami is quiet for a moment, then smiles back at her.
……………………………………………………………………………………………..
Republic City honours Korra by holding an
elaborate and elegant banquet, and Asami cannot wait to leave. Town hall is
decorated sumptuously and tables are overflowing with food, but it feels so inappropriate compared to the rubble and
broken homes the battle has left.
General Iroh sits next to her, and noticing
her scowl, attempts to cheer her up.
“Miss Sato, when will I finally have the
chance to race against you? I hear you’re the best driver in the city!”
“Considering the entire Sato Estate has
been seized until further notice, don’t your breath,” Asami snaps, but
immediately feels guilty. Iroh has been nothing but nice to her, and it’s not
his fault. “Sorry. I’m not – I just don’t want to be here.”
“Understandable,” Iroh nods, “It’s
difficult time, but the people need a bit of festivity right now. Would you
care to join me for a walk?”
They wander out to the gardens, and Iroh impresses
Asami with his knowledge of Satomobiles. They chat, and after a short silence
Iroh says, “If you ever feel sick of Republic City, you are most welcome in the
Fire Nation.”
Asami is quiet for a moment, then smiles
back at him.
……………………………………………………………………………………………
The podium is cold against her fingertips
and, not for the first time, Asami wonders if what she is doing is right. The
microphone crackles faintly and she can feel hundreds of eyes staring at her,
judging, wondering if she too will betray them and run the company into the
ground.
“Thank you all for coming here today. There
has been much to do in Republic City, and I appreciate that you have waited
patiently for our doors to reopen.
I cannot thank you enough for your loyalty
to Future Industries, and I will not let gossip and scaremongering destroy this
company further.
I will not lie to you: Hiroshi Sato was a
prominent Equalist, and supplied them with many if not all of their weapons.
With my permission, the Sato Estate has been searched and all artilleries and
designs have been destroyed. Their constructors are in custody. Future
Industries has been purged of all association with the Equalists.
As your new CEO, I will raise Future
Industries higher that it has ever been before. I will not let you down.”
The crowd – her staff, now – are quiet for
a moment, but applause begins and does not stop. Asami smiles.
