The Rebellion Within

Face the truth, and never come back (part 1)

"WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO KORRA?!" The exasperation, the pain, the anguish, the anger, they all crawled up Asami's throat as she yelled at the captain before her. Soft ocean eyes were now cold and broken, and the guilt burnt Asami from the pit of her stomach.

"¡Amarme, Asami!" She yelled in her own exasperation. "¡Como yo te amo a ti!" She threw her hands up and Asami was slapped with the confession of the woman before her. Korra, the captain, reduced to her basic components in the worst way.

"Well, it is a mistake."

Some time before

Days.

It's been agonizing days since Asami opened the godforsaken letter that her mother had sent her, the one that seemed to seal her fate in the opposite direction she wanted it to go. She had actually had that taste of greatness, of happiness, and the elegant scribbles of her mother's handwriting tore that away; shattered her heart in millions of pieces. The truth was that she would never escape her family's presence. Hell, she could go to the ends of the Earth with Korra and something will always remind her of them. It wasn't usually a bad thing, but when she got reminded of the things she hated of her status...well... let's just say that Asami's ignorant dream of being in the lower class surfaced like a mixture of vinegar and baking soda.

Except the dream was now way different and more updated, because now it even included Korra on it.

Walking down the streets of Madrid back home, Asami always stopped by La Mallorquina in Puerta del Sol to buy some delights to please her sweet tooth; and she let her mind wander whenever she was greeted by the nice family and offered the fresh pastries. Well, she thought, now I want pastries. She often envied their simple lifestyle and how much fun the kids had in the kitchen learning and causing clouds and rain of flour all over the kitchen. Asami remembered growing up and watching them grow, until one of the eldest took her order the day she went shopping with Opal.

"Ah, the Sotomayor princess." He said mocking her, with the innocent ease and joking tone that their nice little friendship offered. "What would it be today? Our star mallorca or una napolitana de chocolate?" His smile brightened the room and his laugh rang in her ears when Asami gave him a soft disappointed look, because he knew that was no question. The heiress...well..now she thought former heiress...would always buy one of each, sit down at her usual table and absolutely go ham; forgetting all of her table manners.

Now her dream had been owning that tiny shop with Korra, and -even though they couldn't have kids- just have fun in the kitchen, greet the customers and serve them, talk bad about the rude ones, clean the kitchen at the end of the day, and simply complain about the tiredness and lack of money. Asami knew this was romanticized, she wasn't ignorant like that; but whenever she thought of doing that with Korra she didn't care. She found herself noticing that even dragging her bare feet through shattered pieces of glass wasn't a bother as long as she did it with Korra.

Who wouldn't let her do that.

In fact, Korra was more than just kisses and promises of "figuring things out as we go"; she was present. Asami didn't know how many days she spent in her room moping around and being absolutely torn by the news. "You've been for days Asami..." Korra had told her, while she spoon fed the former heiress some soup. "What is going on?" The young captain would ask at least three times before leaving for her duties, but how can Asami tell her the inner dilemma? She had told Korra that she was just feeling sick and the captain had understood. It pained her to think, but she was right about something. The only other person who knew the business as well as Asami was Mako, she needed to talk to him; who, for some reason, hasn't been around as he used to be. Or, maybe, Asami didn't see since she was curled up in her room most of the hours of the day. There was no way that Katara was gonna allow a male soldier up in the nurse's rooms.