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"Say, would you mind awfully if I would borrow these?" Korra held up a pair of Opal's gloves that happened to be lying around.
-"Sure, go ahead. That's an old pair anyway, but why would you want them?"
"Just a little something I have in mind. If it all works out, you'll be on the winning end. Trust me."
Opal raised an eyebrow, but couldn't work out what Korra was planning. "Fine. Do you want to stick around for dinner tonight?"
"Nah, my dad would flip if would stay again. I think he's finally starting to figure out what we're up to. He's been snappier than usual, and I don't want to light the fuse on an explosive situation."
Opal shrugged. "Well, your call." She walked Korra down to the front door, but stopped her before she walked out. "Korra, I know that it might sound weird that I'm the one to tell you this, but... talk to Asami. I know that you two haven't spoken in over two weeks, and if you want to make things right again, it's time to start. It is way past time."
Korra nodded, and didn't offer any resistance as Opal pulled her close again. "I texted her to let her know that we were still together, but I know that's hardly the point. I still have no clue what I'd tell her."
-"How about you tell her the truth? Tell her what you told me, and it'll probably work out."
"If you say so. Now I really need to go, before traffic really starts to back up." Korra gave her girlfriend a quick kiss, who playfully pinched her ass in return, paired with an adorable giggle. "See you soon, sweetie."
When she pulled back into her driveway, Korra sighed at the sight that greeted her.
Even with all their natural elegance and class, there was no sight as depressing as an expensive car gradually becoming dirty from disuse. Since her little escape, Korra hadn't driven the Bentley, and Asami hadn't yet had the heart to pick it up. Not that it was a problem for her, she just borrowed one of her father's cars when she felt like going to school. But for Korra, it was the idea. It hadn't rained once since, so the dust on the green paint stood out like a sore thumb. Your own Audi may be dirtier than a 1970's porn movie, but that's silver and cheap and fifteen years old. A lame excuse maybe, but that'll just have to do.
She went inside, settling herself at the dinner table where her mother was putting the finishing touches on their tortillas. Simple but tasty. After dinner, Korra armed herself with a bucket and a garden hose to give the Bentley a good wash. When she was done, it was like the car just rolled from the showroom floor.
Korra went back inside, and arranged for her mother to pick her up when she called. With a heavy heart, she decided to get behind the wheel of the Bentley one last time.
The drive to the Sato Mansion felt long. It was filled with trepidation for Korra. She genuinely was taking a shot in the dark here, as she didn't have any clue how Asami would react. When she finally got there, the electric gates recognized the Bentley, and promptly opened. When she pulled up at the front door, she sighed, steeling herself, before walking up to the front door. Much to her surprise, Hiroshi Sato himself opened.
-"Hello, Korra," he politely nodded, stepping aside to let her in. If Korra was any good judge of character, which you are not, she would have said that he was hiding anger.
"Good evening, Hiroshi." Korra tried to be polite, but she could feel the unease hanging between them.
-"I imagine you are here to do more than give my daughter her car back?"
"Yes, I wanted to talk to her. I've had some time to work things out in my head, so I figured I would give it another shot."
He gave her a curt nod and gestured upstairs. Okay, maybe you are a better judge than you thought. Korra walked past him, making her way to Asami's room. She knocked, but there was no response. Throwing courtesy out the window, she gently opened the door and saw Asami sitting on her bed, with her knees tucked up to her chest.
She was a mess, like she had been for the past two weeks. Her hair was unkempt, she wasn't wearing any make-up, and her wardrobe consisted not of the usual elegant skirts and expensive blouses, but instead out of sweatpants and a faded Led Zeppelin T-shirt. Almost like looking into a mirror. But despite the disheveled mess that sat before her, she still had an air of beauty around her.
"Hey," Korra softly opened. Asami looked up at this, a faint smile playing around her mouth.
-"Hey Korra," she replied, voice quite raspy. She patted the spot on the bed beside her, on which Korra hesitatingly sat down.
"Never thought I'd be the one to tell you this, but you look like hell. You look like... well, me."
Asami softly chuckled and nodded. "I know. It's... This whole business, first with Mako, now you... It takes a toll. And I also have exams which I am probably going to fail badly given that I can't concentrate on anything."
"Yeah... That's what I'm here to talk to you about. I patched things up with Opal, and I have made up my mind. I want to be with her, and I want to make that work."
-"And you deserve that. What I did was wrong. It was a stupid mistake, and you paid the price."
Korra sighed. "You're being too hard on yourself. Yes, it was a dumb thing to do, and I doubt you would have done it if you weren't drunk off your ass. But I don't want it to put another rift between us, like it did way back when. You are one of my best friends, and I don't want to lose you."
-"Neither do I, but I don't know how," Asami admitted. "I have been trying to come up with something, but so far, dressing like this is the best I could come up with."
Korra smiled. "Bad call, I have a thing for girls in sweatpants." This got Asami smiling as well, but to continue, Korra struck a more serious tone. "This is just what I rationally want. I don't want to be in love with you. Not because I think you would be a bad girlfriend or something, but because I love Opal, and you know how I want to make that work."
-"Same goes for me. I think you can imagine that I'm not really looking for a serious relationship now."
"Yeah, I can imagine that."
-"But do you think you won't tear yourself apart over this?" Asami asked, sounding genuinely concerned.
Korra thought for a while. "Well, neither one of us wants something to come from this. I'd hate to keep you at an arm's length away out of fear that we're suddenly going to end up in a steaming make-out session. I think that as long as we keep that in the back of our heads, we'll be fine."
-"I suppose." It fell silent for a bit, but not uncomfortably so.
"So how was your first kiss with a girl?" Korra asked, unable to repress a grin.
Asami gave her a tired smile. "Not exactly what I would have expected. But then again, I didn't know what to expect. It's different from kissing a boy, that much is for sure. Mako was a pretty good kisser, but not amazingly so."
Now you be a good friend for once in your fucking life and try to help her out. "Do you want to talk about him?"
There was a long sigh from Asami. "Well, there isn't that much to say. I told you that he cheated on me, and he paid the price. The girl he cheated on me with had one hell of a good right hook, which she demonstrated on him. Guess that taught him a lesson."
Korra chuckled, but the humor of Asami's story was quickly washed down with a fair deal of guilt. "God, I feel so stupid. I've known him for years, and I didn't see it. You'd say that I would have noticed something, but nope, I let it happen right in front of me."
-"Korra, I don't blame you. He was the asshole here, not you. You have a life of your own to take care of."
Restate: luckiest asshole in the observable fucking universe. "Still, I've known the guy since the day we moved into our house, which was... what, eleven years ago?" Korra looked over to Asami, but she shrugged.
-"Don't look at me, I haven't even lived here for a year."
"True. But I do owe him quite a lot, so I at least want to give him the chance to explain himself, if you don't mind."
-"Your call, but I won't get involved. I've had enough of him."
Korra laughed again. "I don't blame you. What he did is a dick-move extraordinaire," she said with a fake French accent.
Asami chuckled as well. "I thought you said your French sucked?"
"It does, but I know enough." Korra paused for a moment. "How did your exams go so far?"
-"I failed spectacularly at two so far, and history is up on Friday, so I'm basically a dead man walking."
Korra's face grew stern. "I did not spend over six months ramming World War II into you head, only to see you fall flat on your face three feet from the finish line. We are going back to tutoring, and you are going to ace that exam."
"If you say so, but not right now. I'm tired, and I really want to go to bed."
Korra pulled her phone out of her pocket and quickly texted her mother, then stood up and walked to the door, nodding to Asami who followed her. "Alright. By the way, I also came by to give you this back," Korra said, while pulling the keys of the Bentley out of her pocket and put them on the desk.
A faint smile crept across Asami's face. "You really managed to take it to the red, didn't you?"
Korra was stunned. "How did you know that?"
"It's a 200.000 dollar car, you think I wouldn't have it Lo-Jacked? I can track where it has been accurately to the foot. You would have maxed it if the road had been empty."
A hint of red appeared on Korra's cheeks. "Okay, I confess. If you got some speeding tickets, just tell me, I don't want to get you in any trouble." Both girls smiled at the irony of that statement.
-"Korra, I'm a Sato, I can take care of a speeding ticket. Plus, I'd think I'd owe you that much, seeing the trouble I caused you and Opal. I'm not going to let you pay them anyway, so don't bother."
It brought a smile to Korra's face. "Thanks Asami." Against her better judgment, she pulled Asami in for a hug, but it was she needed right now. What they both needed. Asami clearly didn't expect it, but she did give into it, and Korra could feel her relax.
When they let each other go again, Korra felt lighter somehow. It was like a massive weight had been lifted off her shoulders. And judging by the way Asami regained her composure, she felt the same way.
"I guess I'll see you tomorrow. I am going to get you through that history test, even if it is the last thing I ever do."
Asami chuckled. "If you are that determined, I won't stop you. See you tomorrow."
When she stepped out of the Sato Mansion again, her mother's red Ford Fusion was already on the driveway. She had already been en-route when Korra texted.
-"So how did things go?"
Korra smiled. "We are going to be fine. All of us."
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