Empress Of The Old World {Legend Of Korra}

PART 1: Your House

It had been a few weeks since getting back from the South Pole. Asami had been kind enough to set Sukara up with a place to stay in Republic City, putting her in a nice size house near to the market.

Sukara was currently looking for a job and had decided to take a look into her options. First, she was going to see what happens at Future industries so Asami had come to pick her up.

"Have you tried to talk to Kuvira?" Asami asked as she watch Sukara potter around the kitchen.

"Yeah," Sukara sighed, her heart aching a little but she could cry later, "she doesn't wanna talk to me. I called but she said she didn't want to talk. I mean I understand, I left."

"Still," Asami said, trying to reassure her, "it'll be better to talk it out. You could try writing to her."

"She won't answer the phone, you think she's going to open a letter?" Sukara laughed a little as she put some cutlery back into the draw.

"At least you'll get everything out," Asami told her, "whether she reads it or not, you've said everything you need to."

"Hmm, I'll think about it," Sukara sighed as grabbed the keys from off of the side.

"Okay," Asami smiled, pushing herself up from where she was sitting, "are you excited to join the work force?"

"I need the money Asami," Sukara told her, following her to the door, "I need a permanent place, I can't keep squatting here."

"You're not squatting, you live here," Asami said, leading her friend out the house, "I put your name on the lease, it's your house."

"You gave me a house," Sukara exclaimed, "you can't do that. It's-- it's a house."

"You're my friend," Asami shrugged as she got into her car, "it's not a big deal."

"I'll pay you back then," Sukara said, hopping into the passenger seat, "give me rent or a mortgage or something."

"Relax," Asami laughed, starting the engine of the car, "you don't have to. It's a gift."

"I feel like a leech," Sukara sighed, leaning her head back on her seat, "let me do something to repay you, please."

"Write that letter to Kuvira," she told her.

"That's not fair," Sukara whined, pouting as she turned to look at Asami.

"Then stay a leech," Asami shrugged, pulling out into the road.

"I meant like money or something," Sukara complained, as the wind started to run through the loose section of her hair, "not emotional blackmail."

Asami chuckled as she listen to Sukara being back to her old self, "listen, I don't need you mopping at my wedding so I want you to sort whatever this is out before then okay?"

"I don't mope," Sukara said, trying to avoid the question.

"Sukara."

"Fine," she huffed, turning round to look out the side of the car, "I'll write the letter. But I make no promises that it will sort things out, I could make it worse, I could make no progress, I could--"

"Stop it," Asami chuckled, "you'll be fine. Kuvira took a long time to give up on you, it might take her a minute to realise that, you know, you didn't abandon her forever."

"Thanks Sami," Sukara said sarcastically, "you always know just what to say to make me feel better."