The Rebellion Within

Chapter 2: Departure

Asami did in fact end up going shopping with Opal, although her mind kept drifting elsewhere most of the time. It was decided she would be going to Morocco one way or another in two days, but her questions became overwhelming. What will I do when I have to work with patients? Can I even handle seeing such injuries? How bad can said injuries be? I don't even like blood. Most of them were related to her new line of work, but one pressured more than the most. Should I tell my parents I'm leaving? Hiroshi would certainly disapprove, but she couldn't leave without at least telling her mother. She swallowed tickly, as she finally noticed how close they were to her house; already being past dinner hour.

"I'll try to sneak a nurse uniform tomorrow so you can try it on." Opal's soft voice pulled Asami out of her sea of conflict.

"I wouldn't want you to get in trouble because of me. Maybe-"

"You're having second thoughts. I can feel you spiraling." The young woman could only nod slowly at her friend and sigh. Opal took Asami's hand and, giving in a squeeze, decided to remind her best friend why she was leaving. "You're not meant to be property." Emerald eyes locked with eyes similar to her own and the young Sotomayor let out a frustrated sigh. The decision now revolved around the idea of escaping an unwanted and possible terrible marriage, not only Asami's love for all things mechanical. It wasn't about what Asami wanted to do anymore with her time, it was about what would happen if she decided to stay; and Opal knew this all too well.

"I know I am meant for success and pride, but at what cost? When you were trying on dresses at the gallery, I couldn't stop my mind from wandering. I thought...what if I die in Morocco? Haven't you thought about that?" Opal seemed to be taken aback momentarily by the question, but looked slightly down in thought.

"Death is not an unusual thought for me." The young gentle woman tilted her head slightly, looking at nothing in particular. "You see...my mom won't think of it, but having my dad and Bataar Jr. at the war has changed my perspective on things. Truth is, as cruel as it sounds, there's a high probability that one day the telephone will ring and they'll be bad news. I don't fear death anymore and I also, thanks to my brother, found my calling to help the people that face it everyday."

"All for the glory of this forsaken country." Asami replied in disbelief before she could stop herself, surprised to hear Opal chuckle.

"Yes...the country we both love and will find ourselves in the battlefield for. Viva España [long live Spain] and whatnot." Opal saluted and Asami had to laugh with her best friend.

Asami bit her lip and stared at the house that suddenly came to view: her home. Opal looked at her worryingly and gave her hand another squeeze, attempting to reassure her friend that everything will be alright. Asami smiled at her and said her good-byes, leaving the car and having the chauffeur help her with her bags; something that she considered necessary, but the chauffeur insisted that it was. They both made their way to the front door and it quickly opened to reveal a maid. She took Asami's bag from the chauffeur and closed the door after Asami waved good-bye at her friend.

"Your parents are in the parlor, Miss. Asami. I will take these to your room."

"That's not necessary, I'll take them up aft-" She rolled her eyes at the maid's eyebrow raise and gentle smirk. "Fine, do as you must." The green eyed beauty smiled at her and quickly made her way to the parlor. She gently knocked on the side of the massive doorway that led to that part of the house, after noticing that her parents were in the middle of a conversation.

"Ah, I'm glad you're back." Hiroshi looked at her daughter and motioned her to sit, which she did next to her mother. "We need to talk about today."