The legend of Korra: The curse of bending

Kagura's old fart

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"Zwat bah gyou doing, you idiot!!" The old human shouted, making his ugly features even uglier as saliva flew out from his mouth.

"Cleaning the floor, sir. Just like you ordered me to do...30 seconds ago." A young girl said, annoyance partially apparent in her voice. Her soft brown hair, tied up in a ponytail, the shorter strands of hair, hanging of the sides. She held a rag in her hands, occasionally dipping it into the bucket of water sitting next to her before continuing to scrub the floors whilst on her knees.

"Huuuuhhhh...zid i? zwat bah you, gounding go pished. Gai shud ze gee gwan bannoyed. (Translation: huh...did I? What are you, sounding so pissed. I should be the one annoyed)" He slurred as he took another gulp from his transparent glass bottle labeled "Gin". "Zoo do gyou fhink gyou ah. (Translation: Who do you think you are). Zyou're gust a blave. Gyou bave go gight to gomplain. (Translation: You're just a slave. You have no right to complain)"

He was drunk. Even Toph would be able to tell. He reeked of alcohol. His face extremely flushed. His words slurred and made less sense than usual, his brain functioning slower than usual.

He finished the bottle and threw it at the girl.

It shattered, the shards cutting into the girl's arm, which she had used to protect herself. Rather the shards stab her arms that her head or neck. Blood dripped onto the just cleaned floor, dirtying it once again.

The girl dropped her arm and sighed, for she would have to clean the floor once more.

"Kagura!! Betch me another gottle." The stinky man ordered, his hands flopping randomly about in the air like octopus tentacles.

The girl - Kagura - stood up and walked to a cabinet and opened it. She secretly prayed that his excessive consumption of alcohol would cause his kidneys to break down soon.

As the girl stood up, the blood flowed down her arm, to her fingertips and dripped onto the wooden floorboards, creating a nice little trail.

The drunken old geezer eyed Kagura as she walked to the cabinet. His eyes meticulously scanning Kagura's body, from her head, slowly down to her feet. Scanning her chest, her waist and her legs, all with a perverted look in his eyes. He licked his lips. Sadly, Kagura did not have much of a chest. But the old geezer seemed to overlook that.

Kagura felt the eyes of her "fatherly figure". But she paid him no attention. Living with him for the past 8 years had her used to such shenanigans and he, was the closest thing she had to a father in those 8 years or perhaps, her entire life.

Her current priorities were:

1. Rid the floor of her blood stains

2. What to prepare for dinner

3. Her bleeding arm

4. Stupid old man

The numerous bandages that clad Kagura's body would tell of the many injuries which were already of no big problem to Kagura.

She grabbed the bottle of Gin and handed it to her "master" who opened it immediately.

Kagura proceeded to scrub the floor and when she was done, she headed to her room. A big box with a bed. She took out a small plastic box from under her bed and opened it, showing the first aid supplies. She took out a tweezer and plucked the glass shards out from her arm, occasionally flinching. Afterwards she dabbed some alcoholic swab on it and wrapped it up. She put the box back and headed out. She needed to buy groceries, for dinner.

As she opened the door, the old fart mumbled, almost inaudible, but Kagura had good hearing. "Where do ya think you're going."

Kagura contemplated on whether she should answer. She decided not to, seeing that the old fart was probably almost asleep and would probably not hear nor care much for her answer. She decided to save her breath and exited the house.

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