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Forced Family	By : QuaqueNocte Category: Avatar - The Last Airbender > Legend of Korra, The Views: 35440 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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One thing Asami and Korra noticed during their time living with Amon was that he loved his sleep. On days when he didn’t need to go into the office, he slept in. He was actually nicer the more sleep he got. Asami noticed one other thing; He said yes to just about anything when he first woke up.
Over the next couple of weeks, Amon gave them more freedom. He allowed the front door to be unlocked when he was home and let them roam outside in the yard, not that they took much advantage of it. Korra preferred to dwell in the depressing house. Asami never liked to leave her alone.
Asami laid in bed as the early morning rays tried to peak through the bedroom curtains. She turned her head over to see Amon rolled on his side with his back to her, snuggled beneath the blanket. She wondered how he could sleep at night.
She had to ease herself out of bed. He always seemed to make sure she was sore the next morning. Dressed in a light pink night gown, she pulled herself out of bed, stepping over the panties he threw off her the night before and over to her closet to put on her bathrobe. He’d want breakfast when he wakes up but she first had to get Korra up, who liked sleep almost as much as Amon.
But she found that Korra was already up.
And crying.
She could hear the quiet sobs from behind the bedroom door. It broke her heart. Korra lost so much more than her in this rebellion. She couldn’t even go back to her family. At least Asami had no problem with being far away from her father.
“Korra…” She whispered softly, knowing the other female wouldn’t hear her. She could only imagine the desolation she must have been feeling. There was a debate in her mind on whether she should try to comfort her, but Korra often rejected any help from her, likely because she didn’t want to seem weaker than she already felt. A thought started dancing around in her head, or rather a scheme, but she was skeptical if she should follow through with it. Her hand went up to knock on the door but she lowered it and headed to the kitchen to start breakfast.
Amon had finally emerged from his room just as she had finished making his breakfast. He was dressed in nothing but his boxers. His hair was a mess, obvious bed hair from his sleep. She had a bowl of rice, some peeled orange slices, and pan-seared fish waiting for him at the table. He was staring at his plate when she brought over a cup of hot tea to him.
“Where’s Korra?” He asked. His normally smooth voice sounded rough early in the morning. If he weren’t such an abusive jerk, she might have found it adorable.
“In her room.” She lingered near him, watching him pick up his chopsticks to start eating his food, starting with his fish.
Her presence must have irritated him. “What do you want?” His voice was a bit louder than normal and made her jump.
“I was…wondering..” He glanced at her before turning his attention back to his breakfast. “Where‘s Naga?”
Amon rubbed his fingers through his messy hair as she sat down in the seat next to him. “I don’t know what ‘Naga’ is.”
“Korra’s polar-bear dog.”
“Hm.” He slid a slice of orange into his mouth. “Roaming around.”
Asami fiddled with the edge of her bathrobe. She felt nervous about what she wanted to ask him. She knew he was going to say no but she wasn’t sure if he’d lash out at her for even thinking about it. “I..think Korra would..” She paused. “Could Naga live here, too?”
He looked up from his plate but didn’t stop eating. She met his eyes for a few seconds before turning away. It wasn’t until after he finished his plate that he spoke. “What’s in it for me?”
She opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. He took her away from her home. He had his way with her whenever he wanted. What could she possibly give him? “I don’t have anything to give you.” She whispered.
Amon folded his hands beneath his bare chin. His face was without his make-up that morning. Sometimes he slept with it on. The stuff was surprisingly durable. “You’re always so…unwilling.” She watched him stand up from his seat and walk behind her. His hands trailed up and down her arms in a caressing touch while he whispered in her ear. “Perhaps you should show me how grateful you are for everything I’ve done for you and your city.”
She suddenly found it hard to breath, but she didn’t show him any form of panic. Instead, she nodded. His touch made her sick. His breath against her ear made her want to run and hide. She wished she were a little girl again, a time when she was innocent and could run to her mother whenever she was scared. She really missed her.
Korra had finally come out of her room, wearing her sleeping pants and tank top, by the time Amon started walking away from Asami. Korra looked sickly and tired. It threw Asami off guard. Amon, of course, didn’t care how terrible she looked. As he passed her going to the hallway, he stuck his foot out and caused her to trip. Korra almost landed face-first had she not caught herself with her hands.
“Gah!” She cried out.
He disappeared down the hallway and Asami rushed over to Korra’s side.
“Are you alright?” She asked the younger girl.
Korra pulled herself on her knees and nodded. She had dark circles under her eyes. Her skin looked stressed and dull. The look on her face was pure despair. It made Asami sick just thinking how miserable she was.
“You look awful.” Asami placed her hand on Korra’s forehead. It was just slightly warm. Not enough for a fever but enough to worry her. “You feel kind of warm. Why don’t you go back to bed? I’ll bring you some tea.”
“I’m fine. I just need some food.”
Asami helped her to feet and watched her trudge to the kitchen to prepare her own food. Korra’s nose had started to heal, quicker than she thought it would. Perhaps the bottle the Lieutenant gave them really worked. Her own eye was almost healed at this point as well.
Korra prepared breakfast for the both of them. Afterwards, Asami cleaned up the dishes while Korra wiped down the table and counters. Amon came out of his room once again and into the living area, fully dressed and adjusting his mask over his pseudo-scarred face.
“Get dressed.” He told them. “We’re going shopping.”
It felt weird being out with Amon, especially for Asami since she hadn’t been allowed to go out since they lost the revolution. While Amon drove up front, Asami and Korra sat in the back, watching the world around them go by. It was hard to tell a civil war was just fought by the looks of the people. Children ran along the streets playing while their parents looked at different vendors. Older people set up tables to play pai sho outside their shops. Cars were busying down the streets. It was as if nothing happened. The only thing to remind them of the fighting were the Equalists replacing cops in their patrol down the streets.
Korra had her hand over her mouth the entire car ride with a look of nausea on her face. Asami hadn’t known her to get carsick but she didn’t pry into it. Korra didn’t tell her much these days. Maybe that was best.
Amon pulled the satomobile in front of a clothing shop. Asami recognized the shop as being one of the high-end places with one of the best tailors in the city.
“We’re getting clothes?” Asami asked.
He looked at her briefly through his car mirror before he shifted in his seat to dig through his pocket.
“Ugh, can I get out now?” Korra groaned, letting her limply body press against the door with her hand positioned to open the door at any second.
“I didn’t know you got carsick.” Asami said. Amon pulled out two fat envelopes from his pockets and handed them to Asami without looking at her. She blinked but took them.
“I didn‘t know either.” Korra said.
“You seemed fine when we went racing.” Asami said as she looked inside one of the envelopes. It was a large stack of bills inside. The other envelope had the same amount from what she could tell.
“I’m giving you two one hour to get what you want. I suggest you finish before I return.” There was a subtle threat in his voice. Both the girls nodded and quickly fled from the vehicle.

The tailor shop was just as Korra thought it’d be. The air inside screamed ‘fancy’. It had racks and shelves of already made clothes and a counter in the back of the store with sewing supplies piled on top. Beyond the counter were two wooden doors. She imagined at least one was a changing room. Leathery seats were positioned on the left side of the store and right in front of them, in the middle of the shop, was a wooden circle elevated on the floor and a large mirror in front.
“Korra, don’t you think some of these clothes are really baggy on you?” Asami was sitting on the leathery seat, sorting through the bags of clothes Korra had picked out. One article of clothing was an over-sized tank-top. Korra was currently standing on the wooden circle while being fitted for a blue dress that flowed to her ankles with short sleeves that ended in a brown fur trim.
The tailor, an old feeble woman, was sewing something at the bottom of Korra’s dress. It wasn’t exactly her style but Asami insisted that she get something formal. “Um, no?” She said while staring in the mirror. She started tugging on the stomach area of the dress. “OW!” The sudden stabbing of the sewing needle into her ankle made her jump slightly.
“Hold still. I can’t sew with you finicking around.” The old tailor said. She was a stout woman with long gray hair braided down her back. Her dark skin complexion and blue eyes indicated that she was of Water Tribe heritage. She seemed sweet. Crazy, but sweet.
“Sorry.” Korra mumbled. Asami chuckled as she tucked Korra’s shirt back into one of the bags. In the back of the store was one of the tailor’s assistants, an older gentleman who was a bit flamboyant. He had dark brown hair and green eyes that scanned over a newspaper he was reading while leaning against the counter. Asami had been glancing at him with nervousness sitting in the pit of her stomach while the old tailor started rambling on about her days as a young woman.
It was best to do it now, while Korra was distracted, she told herself over and over again. Asami ran her hand through her hair before taking a deep breath. She stood and made her way to the counter while Korra’s ears were left at the mercy of the rambling old woman. The man didn’t seem to be paying any attention to her, although he spoke when she approached the counter and placed her hands on it.
“What else you need?” He asked, not looking up from his newspaper.
“I wondering if I could get some undergarments.” She asked quietly.
The man pulled the newspaper down enough so his green eyes could peer at her. “You’re not satisfied with the ones in your bags?”
Her nails nervously tapped against the wooden counter. “I am. I just uh..need something that’s more…breathable, if you know what I mean.”
“Hmm.” He folded the newspaper neatly and tucked it under the counter. “I think we have the right material.”
Amon arrived an hour after he dropped them off, just as he said he would. Inside he found the two sitting down with a bored expression on their faces. In front of them was the old tailor rambling about her younger years and the men she used to date.
“…then there was another Lee. He was a nice fellow but he had a terrible habit of putting his hands in the cookie jar. He had gorgeous hair though. It rivaled mine. In fact, we had the same morning routine for our hair.”
Her babbling only ceased when she felt someone behind her. Her feeble body turned around and was met face-to-chest with Amon. Normally his presence was menacing but his eyes seemed a lot gentler as he watched the old woman.
“Oh, you’re that new leader, aren’t you?” Her sweet voice made her sound like an angel. She took his much stronger hand into her fragile one and patted it. “But you’re just as skinny as these two! No worries, Old Granny will make sure you don’t go hungry tonight.”
Ten minutes later, they were riding in the car with a large box of food taking up the front seat. Korra was unusually happy since she discovered the old tailor had pickled squid tentacles in a jar. Asami covered her nose as Korra ate it. It didn’t actually smell but she didn’t want to take any chances.
The ride home was long, but it seemed too short for Asami. She stared at the bags resting on the car floor the whole ride. The anxiety slowly built within her until she thought she’d go mad. The only thing that eased her mind was thinking of Korra’s smile.
Amon retired to his study when they arrived home. Asami and Korra resumed their usual work of cleaning the house, washing the clothes, and cooking. Or, at least Asami did. Korra still felt nauseous and ended up resting in her room for the rest of the day. Asami didn’t mind handling most of the workload. She was more concerned with Korra’s wellbeing than anything.
Amon was still in his study by the time dinner was ready. He had been in there for hours writing. He didn’t even look up when Asami brought him his dinner. She had a feeling it would end up going cold before he ate it. It didn’t matter to her. She checked on Korra and cleaned up the kitchen as usual.
Instead of going to her room, she went to Amon’s.
She found herself staring in the mirror in his bathroom. She had on her new undergarments, or rather, lingerie. A red balconette lace-thin bra with a lace trim that expanded down half-way to her abdomen and a garter belt over her matching cheeky panties. She had her make-up done, especially her strikingly red lipstick. Her hair was perfectly brushed and bouncy as it usually was. Perhaps she should push it back or wear it in a ponytail. Though, it didn’t seem he cared much for how they wore their hair. Sometimes Korra’s would be a mess but it didn’t turn him off from her.
The sound of the door opening and closing outside the bathroom pulled her from her thoughts. She ran her fingers through her hair, gave herself one last look in the mirror, before heading out.
Amon was sitting on the bed, staring at the floor when she came out. He had his mask laying on his nightstand to reveal his make-up-free face.
His eyes immediately and briefly met hers before trailing down her body. She felt uncomfortable and disgusted.
Neither of them spoke. Asami was frozen in her spot in the doorway while Amon was soaking up her image. Suddenly, all the doubts and fears came rushing through her mind. She didn’t have time to second-guess her decision. It was now or never.
Timid steps took her slowly from the doorway towards the man on the bed. By now, he was intrigued. He had his arms crossed as he carefully watched her. He could almost smile.
She stopped once she was just in front of him, only to slowly lower herself so that she was straddling him. His hands immediately went to rub up and down her hips while her arms wrapped around his neck. The look of determination made him raise an eyebrow.
“You realize now that I am the key to you and Korra’s happiness.” He said as his hands fiddled with her garter belt. “You’ll find life much easier if you live to serve me. I’m not an unreasonable man. You, too, can be happy.”
She stared at him. He grabbed the back of her head and forced her face to be centimeters away from his. “Just keep me satisfied.”
His lips crashed onto hers. She didn’t reject him. He rolled over to toss her on the bed where he climbed on top of her. Everything about her movement was forced, from the kisses she gave him to her shaking hands that fumbled to take his clothes off. She felt a sickness rising in her stomach but she ignored it as best she could.
He left no trace of her unexplored. His hands caressed and fondled every inch of her. He broke the kiss to plant smaller kisses along her collarbone. She forced moans from her mouth. She hoped they were convincing enough. He must not have noticed, since he wasted no time ravaging her.
Their naked, sweaty bodies pressed against each one another as he thrust into her. Asami tried to separate her mind from her body. She wanted to imagine someone else was on top of her. She didn’t even mind the thought of Bolin at this point, though her mind always found its way to Mako. She wasn’t sure if her moans were still forced.
She was snapped out of her thoughts by his sudden animalistic grunt, then she reached her own peak. That wasn’t suppose to happen.

Mornings were dreadful for Korra lately. She always woke up feeling like a Satomobile was parked in her stomach. She rolled onto her stomach as she woke up the next morning and sat herself up onto her knees. The sun disturbed her with its bright rays shining through the windows and closed curtains. Her groggy body climbed off the bed and made its way to the windows to pull back the curtains.
She could see part of the garden from her window. The colorful crops usually put her in a better mood but lately, the sight of food made her stomach churn, which she blamed on Amon for traumatizing her mind and body.
As soon as she pulled the curtains back, she saw whiteness blocking the window.
And it was moving.
She watched it move until she saw a face.
“Naga!” She cried out.
The familiar polar bear-dog wagged her tail.
“Stay right there! I’ll be right out!” The sickness she felt was temporarily pushed aside as she dashed out of her room and down the hall. No one was in the kitchen, not that she noticed, of course until she tried to open the front door and found that it was locked.
“No!” She said before banging on the door a few times. She’d have to go to Amon for the key. Taking a deep breath, she trudged to the back of the house into Amon’s master bedroom.
She opened the door slowly. What she saw didn’t surprise her; Asami laying in his bed with him sleeping next to her on his stomach with his arms holding a pillow. Asami was snuggled under the blanket but Korra knew she was naked beneath it.
She tip-toed over to Amon’s side of the bed and knelt at his side. Her hesitant hand reached out and eventually touched his shoulder, which she gently shook until his eyes open. He didn’t look too happy. She gulped.
“What do you want?” He said in a groggy, rough voice.
“The front door key.” She whispered.
He stared at her for a moment with his eyebrows crinkled. He then dug his hand into his pillow case and pulled out a brass key to hand to her. “Go make my breakfast.” He said before turning over.
She smiled.
She couldn’t get outside fast enough. She didn’t even remember if she closed the door behind her, not that it mattered. The only thing that mattered was meeting her best friend once again. She ran to the garden area of the yard to see Naga sniffing at some carrots that weren’t quite ready for picking yet. The polar bear-dog lifted her head and wagged her tail upon realizing her owner was in front of her.
Korra ran into her and wrapped her arms around her neck with her face buried into her friend’s fur. “Oh, Naga. I thought I’d never see you again.” Tears began to moisten the white fur. “What are you even doing here?” How she wished Naga could speak.
But why was she here? Did she sniff her out? And what would Amon say if he saw her? What would he do?
Korra pulled away from Naga’s fur. “You have to leave. It’s horrible here.”
Naga whined and rubbed her head against Korra. She sighed. “I suppose you’ll want some food before you leave. I’ll be right back. I have to cook Mister Cranky Pants his breakfast anyway.”
She never understood why he made them cook. Neither of them were particularly good at it. It was true that was she was getting better but only by so much. Her progress was slow and she always stuck to the simplest dishes like eggs over rice, which she was serving for breakfast.
By the time she finished making a big pot of rice for Naga, Amon had emerged from his room wearing a brown robe that was loosely tied together. He sat at his usual place and proceeded to eat the food that had been set out for him. Now how was she to sneak food to Naga?
“Someone’s waiting for you outside.” He said in a rough voice.
He knew. Korra felt panic rising in her. There’s no way she would let him hurt Naga.
“And tell her to leave my windows alone.”
“Huh?” She turned around and saw the large tongue of her polar bear dog licking at the window above the sink. “Naga, no!”
Naga’s tongue froze mid-lick before retreating back into her mouth and tilting her head. Her tongue then peaked out, threatening to lick the window again.
“No, bad Naga!” Korra put her hands on her hips before sighing. She grabbed the large pot of rice off the stove and headed outside. Much to her relief, Amon paid her no mind when she walked out the door. She expected him to be angry. She couldn’t picture him even wanting Naga around. Why wasn’t he angry?
She didn’t have time to ponder it while Naga ate. The food was gone in a matter of seconds. She felt a pang in her heart thinking about Naga going hungry all this time. She was a bit smaller than she remembered, after all.
“You can’t stay here. He’ll hurt you and I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself.” Korra rubbed Naga’s furry neck, staring at the front entrance of the house. “I still haven’t forgiven myself for what he’s done to Asami.”
Naga rubbed her head against her owner’s. Korra cuddled into it. “Please leave.”
‘Don’t leave me.’
She wanted to hold Naga all day but she knew the longer she did it, the more likely she wouldn’t leave this pit of turmoil.
Why did she have to be stuck in this mess? She could just bury herself in Naga’s fur and die. The thought of riding away from the city to live with her companion almost broke her heart.
“Korra?”
She pulled away to see a fully-dressed Asami standing in the doorway with a worried look on her face.
“Naga found me.” She whispered.
“Amon said we could keep her.”
“What?”
Asami was confused by the reaction. She thought Korra would be smiling but instead she looked pained and confused. Did she do something wrong?
“Why…Why would I want her here? After everything he’s done to us? He’s going to end up hurting her!”
Asami looked at the ground. “I guess I didn’t think about that.”
“Why would he even agree…” There was a heavy pause. Korra stared at Asami, who couldn’t meet her eyes. “What’d you do?”
The question made Asami cringe. “I just thought…seeing her again would make you happy. I just wanted you to smile.”
“You…seduced Amon. You willingly laid with him. The underwear I saw on his floor…” Everything was starting to come together. It wasn’t a stroke of luck that Naga found her. Amon sent after her. “You gave him exactly what he wanted and now he has three people he can toss around as he pleases!”
Tears streamed down Asami’s face. She never felt more ashamed and guilty than she did at the moment. “I just wanted you to have some kind of happiness.”
“Well thanks a lot. It’s bad enough he abuses us. Now I have to worry about him abusing Naga too!” She instantly regretted her words when she saw the look on Asami’s face. Pure devastation.
“Asami. I’m-”
Asami turned around and opened the door. Before she was fully inside, she was met with a plate hitting her right in the face.
The small yelp made Naga growl. Korra rushed over to her to catch her before she stumbled back. Asami’s face immediately began to bruise. There was a large cut on her forehead going down her nose with blood pouring down her face. Korra looked down at the now broken plate laying on the floor and then up at the man who threw it.
“What was that for?!” She almost yelled.
He said nothing, only turned and walked down the hallway.
Korra helped her injured friend into one of the bathrooms, supporting her weight to make sure she didn’t topple over. She could feel Naga’s gaze on them as they walked off.
Once Asami was situated on the edge of the bathtub, Korra went through one of the bathroom cabinets. The bathroom was off of the living area. It was smaller than the bathrooms connected to the bedrooms but big enough for a toilet, sink, and wooden tub. A wooden floor cabinet was situated next to the tub. It was packed with towels, rags, and medical supplies. Korra pulled out the gauzes, medical tape, and the special ointment the Lieutenant’s wife made.
She knelt in front of the bleeding girl and began to dab her wound with the ointment poured on a gauze. Asami didn’t look at her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean what I said. I’ve just been…I’m sorry.” Korra said quietly.
“I only did it because I didn’t know how else to make you happy.”
Her green eyes finally met her blue ones. Korra had stopped dabbing.
“I am happy. I’m happy that I have a friend who cares so much.” Korra’s lips pulled into a smile. Asami returned it.

It seemed Korra never got a chance to relax as long as Amon was breathing. He called her into his room late that night. After being stripped down, he made her start touching him.
Seated on the couch, he watched her rub his throbbing hard member. His mask hid any expressions he had on his face. It always unnerved her not being able to tell how he was feeling. At least if she knew he was angry, she could see the beatings coming.
“I can’t decide who looks better on their knees, you or Asami.” He said. She said nothing. “Perhaps you look best beneath me with pain writhed on your face. I‘m sure your parents would be proud of their darling daughter.”
“Why do you do this to us?” Korra whispered harshly.
“Be quiet and use your tongue.”
She sighed. After scooting closer to his crotch, she took a deep breath and began to lick his hard-on while her hand held him. This was disgusting.
“This is your place now. You had plenty of chances to change it but you sealed your fate when you thought you could go up against me. You should be grateful I’m allowing you to do something useful. I’m even letting your filthy animal on my property. I suggest you start showing me how grateful you are. After all, we wouldn’t want you and your pet to end up missing.”
She winced but didn’t miss a beat with her licking. No real effort was put into it, just mindless licking as her mind carried her into a different place. A place where her innocence was still intact.
“On top.” He instructed.
She was more than happy to stop but not to climb on him to straddle his lap. She crossed her arms and looked away from him while his eyes examined her naked body. His hands slid to the small of her back, then out towards her hips. Something was different about her shape.
One hand slid over her bare skin to her stomach. It was starting to get…puffy.
“How far along are you?” He asked quieter than he wanted to.
The question threw her off. She looked at him with bewildered eyes. His eyes briefly met hers. She had to have known by now. Was she expecting him not to figure it out so soon?
“I don’t know.” She admitted. There was a terrible silence in the air. Was he at a lost of words for once? “Are you going to make me get rid of it?”
“Ride me.”

“I think Naga’s hungry again.” Asami said the next day while she was wiping down the counters in the kitchen. Korra was on the floor, scrubbing it with a rag and bucket of water next to her. Amon had left before they even woke up. They hoped he’d stay out all day.
“Why do you say that?” Korra said, not looking up from the floor.
“She’s licking the window again.”
Korra’s head shot up to see Naga’s tongue on the outside of the kitchen window again. “No, Naga! I just cleaned that!” She pulled herself off the floor and placed the rag in the bucket. “I guess I should go feed her. I need to give her a bath anyway.” At least Amon trusted them enough to leave them home alone with the front door unlocked. Although it might have been because he didn't ask Korra for the key back.
Asami’s face was healing nicely. She had a large, very noticeable bruise but at least the cut wasn’t as deep as she thought it was. Hopefully it wouldn’t leave much of a scar. At the very least, she could cover everything with make-up if needed.
Korra felt guilty every time she saw Asami’s face. Sometimes she struggled to look at her. She always felt anything Amon did to them was her fault. She was suppose to be the one to stop him and now everyone she loved suffered one or another by his hand.
Korra dumped the dirty water into the sink before filling it up with clean water again. Asami sat at the table, peeling an orange.
“How’s your face?” Korra asked.
Asami shrugged. “It doesn’t bother me much. I’m fine, Korra.”
“We’ll get out of this, someday. I promise.” Korra stared at the water dancing in the bucket.
“I don’t want to think about that right now.” Asami replied.
“We’re going to have to sooner or later.” She gulped. “I’m pregnant.”
Asami stared at the back of her head. She figured it’d happen to one of them sooner or later but it was always something she pushed in the back of her mind with the hope that Amon wasn’t fertile enough to do so. “Does he know?”
Korra nodded.
Asami stared at half of her orange.
“I can’t bring a child in this house. We have to leave.”
“We can always just leave out the front door when he’s not home. With Naga, we can-”
“This neighborhood is crawling with Equalists. We wouldn’t get far without getting caught. And I don’t want to think about what Amon would do if he found out we tried to run.”
“So, what do we do? Just stay here and live out this horror?”
Korra didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even know how she felt. She just felt…numb. The thought of his child growing in her was something she didn’t even want to think about it. She didn’t respond to the question. Instead, she just grabbed the wooden bucket and headed outside.
Amon returned home hours later while Korra was struggling to bathe Naga, who thought it was a game to run around and shake every drop of water on her. Her owner gave up when Naga started rolling around in the dirt.
‘I guess that’s clean enough.’ She thought before heading inside.
The inside was of the house was unusually warm. It reminded her that it was going to get cold soon. The smell of roasting meat, vegetables, and steamed rice filled the air. For a second, she pretended she was back home with her parents.
Amon was laid out on the couch, taking a nap. Asami was in the kitchen, stirring a pot of rice while sprinkling some seasoning in.
“Do you need any help?” Korra asked as she approached her.
“No, I think I have everything under control. You could make the tea though.” Asami turned around and saw Korra’s wet state. Even her hair was soaked. “It looks like you’re the one who ended up taking the bath. Maybe you should change your clothes first.”
“Yeah, I should. I’m a bit chilly anyway.” She rubbed her arms and proceeded towards the hallway.
“Come here, Korra.”
She looked over to see Amon sitting on the couch. He still had his mask on but he somehow looked tired. She paused for a moment but obediently walked over to him so she was standing in front of him.
He looked at her before closing his eyes and standing up. Her heart was racing. She knew something bad was about to happen.
His fist connected with her forehead too fast for her to even react. She stumbled backwards, holding her forehead and crashing into the coffee table.
“Korra!” She heard Asami yell from kitchen. By the time her vision stopped being blurry, Amon was gone and Asami was at her side, helping her sit up.
“Are you alright?” She asked. Her face twisted into pure confusion when Korra began to laugh. “I don’t understand. What are you laughing at? Are you feeling well? Do you need to see a doctor?” It took Korra minute to calm her laughing fit, which simmered down to giggles.
“I used his brush to groom Naga.”
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