Someone insults the Korra and Asami beats him up
Poor Asami probably had a hard time running a business and worrying about her best friend. Here’s something short.
Asami’s eyes are focused intently on a small square of wall directly in front of her, her hands clenched into fists. She’s grown up going to parties and interacting with socialites, and knows how to bite back her retorts to anything idiotic they might say.
Today though, they’ve really struck a nerve.
“If the Avatar would only come back, I’m sure this economic downturn could be easily eliminated,” one muses.
Asami presses her lips together, trying to maintain her composure. They’ve been going on like this for the past twenty minutes and she’s just about at the edge of what she can handle. The socialites though, seem to have no idea how furious she is, and continue as if she weren’t there.
“I know, leaving the spirits has been disastrous for my company. And the president acts as if she’s some kind of hero. Just some ploy to get reelected so he can further oppress us with taxes, if you ask me.” The other men nod in agreement.
Asami very narrowly avoids shattering her wine glass with the force of her grasp. She has to maintain her composure, no matter how much she hates them, because she needs their support to improve Future Industry’s prospects. The complex politics of being the CEO of a major business does not allow her to blow up at potential partners. Even if those potential partners are assholes. She takes deep breaths. Just ignore them, just-
“Selfish, that’s all the Avatar has been. Where has she been these past two and a half years? Lounging around in the Southern Water Tribe while the entire world falls apart-”
“You have no idea what she’s been through!” she hisses.
The men go silent and gape at her, as if noticing she’s there for the first time. She should retract her words; laugh them off politely with a petty joke. But she’s too fiercely protective of Korra to listen to anymore of their abuses.
The man who was talking, the head of a major energy company who Asami should really stay on good terms with, cocks his head, regarding her with his mouth half open. “Ah, yes, Ms. Sato. I’d forgotten, you were good friends with the Avatar.”
She scowls. “Indeed. She is a good friend.” Is, not was. Even if Korra has only sent a handful of letters in over two years. Even if she’s probably a dramatically different person. Even if she may not be who Asami fell in love with. Asami grits her teeth, stopping that line of thought before it can get too out of hand.
“So, have you heard much from the Avatar since she left Republic City?” the man asks, his voice condescending gentle, as if he’s speaking to a small child.
“I don’t really think that’s any of your business,” Asami bites out, her gaze fierce. This man has no idea what he’s talking about. She shouldn’t take the bait, should walk away from like the mature adult she is. But he hasn’t had to suffer with the image of Korra twitching in agony, seconds from death, on the back of his eyelids for years. He isn’t haunted by how empty her eyes were afterwards.
The man frowns. “No need to get so defensive. I understand, she’s just a weak, helpless child, really. Makes sense she’d run and hide when things get rough.”
Asami hears the crunch before she even realizes what she’s done. Her fist stings from the pain of impact. The air around them is filled with shocked gasps.
She stares wide-eyed at the shell-shocked socialite as blood starts to leak from his nose.
There goes that deal.
Oh well, she decides, wasn’t worth it anyway.
She flips her hair over her shoulder nonchalantly, as if she hadn’t just given a rich business man a bloody nose. “I’ll be going now,” she announces, careful to keep her voice dignified.
With that, Asami turns on her heels to flee the establishment before anyone can think to stop her.
That was the stupidest thing she’s ever done. Damage control is going to be a nightmare. She probably won’t sleep for a week. It’s going to be hell just to avoid the lawsuit.
And yet, she honestly doesn’t regret it.