Heart Of Ice- A KorrAsami FanFiction

Part 3

Korra ran through the halls of the Sato mansion. It was really big. A lot bigger than the home her and the boys shared. Korra snuck into Asami's room, expecting her to be there and teach her about something new. But Asami was nowhere to be found. "Asami!"

Asami didn't answer Korra's calls. She didn't seem to be in the room. Korra heard no footsteps and no breathing. But something did happen. Korra fell to the carpeted floor as she was hit on the back of the head. "What are you doing in Asami's room?" Asked Hiroshi, Asami's father.

"I was wondering if Asami was here," Korra said, getting up and backing away from the scary man.

"Why?"

Korra turned away as the metal pole she was hit with was raised again. "She's like my teacher. She tells me about things I don't understand," Korra explained quickly, putting her healed hands up to try and block the hit. It didn't work. The pole came down across her cheek, and left a cut, surrounded by a bruise.

"What's going on?"

Korra looked to see Asami standing in the doorway with a tray of food, which was probably to be shared between her and Korra. "Nothing honey," Hiroshi hid the pole behind his back as Asami ran to Korra's side, forgetting about the food. She examined the cut, which was already bleeding.

"Why did you do this daddy?"

"It was an accident!"

"It doesn't look like it! How is a bleeding cheek an accident?"

Korra got confused really fast, and the fact that there was somebody else behind Hiroshi didn't help her own case. "Take the tan one! I'm talking with my daughter," he said to the full grown man, who picked a struggling Korra up and out of the room.

"Dad! What's going on?"

"Korra is a bender! So are her brothers! We can't have her here!"

"So what if she's a bender? She's my friend. She's like a sister to me," Asami said.

"And what happens when that sister attacks you? What happens when she bends a fire wall around your heart and burns it?"

"She wouldn't! Korra's a -"

"This is the end of the conversation!"

Korra struggled as the strong man carried her out of the mansion. She saw he streets she grew up on, and the streets she nearly died on. "Stop moving, and this will be less painful," the man said, pulling out a knife.

"Go away! I won't go back to the mansion! But I need to take care of my brothers! Please!" Korra screamed as the knife entered her lower back, and slowly made its way up to her shoulder. She was crying now, from pain and sadness. Asami was in trouble. Her brothers were on their own. And she was about to lose her life. Unless.

Korra got an idea. She spun, facing the man, the knife ripping painfully out of her shoulder, and Korra screamed. This wasn't an ordinary scream though. Fire came out. Fire burned the man, and Korra didn't stop screaming until the man was on the floor. When he was burnt and dirty, Korra got to her feet and ran to the mansion. Her back was bleeding heavily, but she didn't care. She had to get to Asami. She had to get to her brothers. But there were more men. She didn't think she could beat them all, but in time, she did. But this was six years ago.

Korra assessed her head wound, making sure it wasn't too deep. She then wrapped it up with a bandana, making it tighter than needed. Mako walked into her office as she sat down, and he sat across from her. "Her mom," is all he said.

"She never came out," Korra finished, looking at her lap.

"She hasn't been seen in the mansion either. The fighters just put out the fire," Mako explained, shoving a big folder across Korra's desk. It held pictures of the scene.

Korra assessed the pictures one by one, making sure to try and recognize the faces. "But Asami is okay," Korra sighed with relief.

"Her father is as-"

"I was never a fan of her father. You know that," Korra interrupted. She in fact hated the man, ever since six years ago.

"We all know. Even Asami does, but she doesn't know what you look like now. May as well reunite with her, eh?"

"I will soon enough. When the time comes. But for no-"

"We got a survivor boss!"

The man came barging through the large doors, and Korra honestly had a headache from all the people today. "What the hell do you mean?!" She shouted. Her hands slammed on the table, creating a fire mist around them. She slouched back into her chair as she calmed down.

"From the fire. The boys said you said to 'rescue' the family, so we did," he said after the shock of Korra's outbreak.

"Who did you get?" Korra asked slowly, suddenly pissed. The idiots!

"The girl," he said, smiling. Mako's eyes widened.

"Mako. Leave the room please," Korra commanded her scarved companion. He did, rather quickly, leave. When it was her and the man, Korra flipped out. She started screaming curse words and throwing fits of fire and earth at the man. It was over five minutes later, but Korra forgot to ask where they were keeping Asami. She left the probably dead man in her office, and started down the hall, Mako following. "Idiots. Those are the people I work with," she grumbled, not in a good mood.

"Korra-"

"Not now Mako!"

"Korra I found Asami!"

"Good," Korra stopped in her tracks, turned around, and followed Mako.

"And your feet left burn marks on the tile," Mako whispered, pointing at the very visible foot prints on the ground.

"It'll tell the others not to visit me today," Korra said coolly, grinning for the first time today. They walked to the room which Asami was being held in. The girl was kneeling on the floor, being held by chains and surrounded by the other members of the Benders Mafia. "Out of the way," she commanded. Boy, she loved being the boss. She walked up to Asami, she had cuts and bruises all over her face and torso. "Is this how we treat out guests?" Korra asked her workers, undoing the chains on Asami's arms with a flick of her wrist. The workers looked down at their feet as Asami stood up, using Korra's shoulder as support to stand.

"Thank you for saving me," she gasped, almost as if she had been choked.

"Or course," Korra said simply, looking over Asami's wounds.

"Hey, do I know you?"

"I'm not sure, but if you do, it's nice to see you," Korra stated slyly.

Then Asami remembered. She remembered the girl she saved from the streets, taught, and thought died. "Korra!"