Bosami- Silver Suits You

Silver Suits You

By: Miss-Riah

For Arouralynne

She dreaded going back home. Once the house had been fully searched, the underground tunnel fully excavated, and the paper work had been filed, Asami Sato was permitted to go back to her lonely estate.

This time there would be no father waiting at home for her. This time there would be no butlers. This time she would come home to an empty mansion full of broken dreams and buried memories. But that was fine by her; the memories could rot in the spirit world for all she cared.

Asami walked the halls, her footsteps slow and heavy with each movement of her long legs. The morning light leaked through the undraped windows- having never been covered since her father flocked to Amon's side. The light illuminated the marble floors and revealed the dust which lingered intimately on the drapes and table tops. Asami sighed as she watched some dust particles ascend to the windows- the sun providing more love than a desolate home.

Trudging to the room she had run to as a child, she stopped and stared at the double doors. Whenever she was scared Asami always fled to these doors and threw them open. Her parents –later her father- would allow her to crawl into bed and sleep with them until the nightmares went away.

This was the one nightmare they couldn't chase away.

Releasing a heavy puff of air, she gingerly turned the knob and pushed the door open. The worst part of it all: the room looked the same. It held no indication of evil. It held no proof of a lie. It didn't look the part of a cheap dime-store tragedy waiting to happen. It looked like the room she always knew. The cream colored comforter was neatly smoothed across the king-sized bed and the pillows were fluffed. The wardrobe stood tall and a small bookshelf to its side was perfectly organized to her father's liking. To her left, her mother's vanity; it hadn't been touched in nearly ten years. The only people who touched it were the maids, and they merely brushed it with a feather duster.

Her father never let anyone touch it- not even Asami. He protected it valiantly- sometimes almost violently. Being young and ignorant at the time, she thought it was just his way of mourning his lost wife. Being older and wiser now, Asami could safely say that it was the starting point of his obsession to avenge her.

Numbly, the Sato heiress pulled out the vanity's chair and sat down. With her hands on her knees, Asami's green eyes scanned the table top. It was perfectly clean with a few scuff marks on the front of the table. Towards the upper corner next to the mirror was a case of foundation, and a powder compact sitting on top of it. Various shades of lipstick and eye shadow adorned the opposite corner, while bottles of exotic perfumes lined up in front of the mirror like little army men.

Finally, Asami looked up at the mirror and held her reflection's empty gaze. It made her feel sick; she hated feeling nothing, but feeling everything all at once.

She looked down again, just now noticing the thin drawers the vanity bored.

"Asami?"

Miss Sato could hardly remember a time when her head snapped around so quickly. She tensed up, ready to chase someone off or to fight an intruder, but froze when she saw Bolin peeking his head through the doorway.

She must have forgotten to lock the front door when she came in.

"Oh, hey, Bolin…" she said, the weight falling back onto her shoulders as she relaxed. "What are you doing here?"

"You forgot one of your jackets back at the island," Bolin eased in through the door and into the room. "So I thought I'd bring it back to you."

"Thanks." She could find no good company in words. Instead she turned back around to the vanity and tried her best to ignore the earthbender as he approached her from behind.