"Oh my God! Oh my God!" Yang was on the run, fleeing from the angry mob that was chasing her. "It was a goddamn simulation! She got resurrected after!- Ow!" She rubbed the back of her head. Her glare towards the mob was hard.

The mob was filled with rage. The constant yelling was difficult to discern who was yelling and when.

"Get her!"

"Kill that bitch!"

"This is for Tifa!"

"It was total bias!"

"KILL!"

Well, that was reassuring. Wait, was that a bazooka? Oh, crap. Yang took her scroll out and pressed a few buttons and a feminine robotic voice responded, "Welcome Yang Xiao Long. How may I help you to-"

"GET ME OUT OF HERE! NOW! DIMENSIONAL RIFT CODE TWO FOUR ONE TEN DASH ALPHA!"

"Acknowledged" the scroll acknowledged, as a portal opened in front of Yang. She dived through, barely evading the barrage of attacks that was launched at her location.

"Damn, the bitch escaped." One of the mobsters complained.

"No problem, we'll just get her when she comes back." Another reasoned.

"How will we know is she even does?" A third argued.

"She has a show to do right?" The first smugly replied.

"I guess. But, where do you think she would go?" A fourth wondered.

"Seventh heaven?" The second joked.

"Ha! Yeah right! Like she'd ever go there…" The first replied.

Knock knock knock.

Sigh. This had better not be some fan. Those guys were starting to get annoying.

Knock knock knock.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. Hold your horses!" Tifa Lockhart rubbed her face and neck as she made her way through the door and found- "Yang?"

She looked like a mess, rather beaten, looking quite tired, and panting. "Can I crash here?"

"Was it the haters?" Tifa had arranged for the guest room to accommodate her friend, getting the exhausted girl a strawberry sunrise without ice.

"Yeah." Yang replied. "Ugh, it's been like that for over a month. Why are these guys pressing the matter?"

"Hey, c'mon. Cheer up Yang." Tifa had tried to get Yang to smile earlier, with little success.

"Easy for you to say, people aren't hating on you." Yang replied.

Sigh "I'm flattered that the fans think I should have won and all, but this is starting to get infuriating. I'm not invincible, why is that so hard for them to understand?"

"Apparently." Yang said.

It took three minutes of drinking for the conversation to pick up again, "So, T', how's the neck?"

Tifa rubbed the body part in question and sighed, "It's still a bit sore from the phantom pains. But Cloud told me those would fade after a few weeks."

"But it's been over a month." Yang realized.

A shrug came from the bartender, "Yeah, well, his cause of death was different from mine. Maybe it varies for each one." Tifa reasoned.

"Ah."

"Yeah…" Tifa took a sip of her drink, "So, who was it this time?"

"Eleven people from my school tried to outright kill me." Yang deadpanned.

"What?" Tifa stared in shock, "Yang, you should tell a professor or someone about that." She said, with much concern in her voice.

"Who do you think four of those people were?" Yang replied with a hint of venom in her voice. She calmed down with a sigh, "Sorry, T', I'm just… Tired."

"Well, feel free to stick around for as long as you need." Tifa assured with a pat on the back.

Morning…

Yawn… Time to sort through the mail for today. Junk, Junk, Fan letter, hate mail blaming her for the flamewar, Fan letter, Marriage request, Letter detailing how she should have won, Junk, Junk, Coupon, Magazine, Anti-Yang letter coupled with a Pro-Tifa letter, Crossover fanfic concept, and more junk. What a new concept. At least the coupon was for her favorite store.

"Hey T'." Yang walked into the living room, rubbing her eyes, "Anything new?"

"Nah, just the usual stuff I get. Y'know, Junk, fan mail, fanfic concepts, love letters, hate mail etcetera etcetera." She deadpanned.

"Oh, you get those too? I have an entire pile dedicated for the hate mail back home." Yang said with a neutral expression on her face.

"Figures. Hey, we have some time before you open up shop, you want to do something?"

Tifa thought for a moment, until her expression brightened, "You want to watch the Death Battles that premiered after ours?"

Yang stood shocked for a moment, until a slight grin grew on her face, "Sure."

To be continued…

AN: A little crossover I'm doing to help alleviate some of my pent-up stress I have from the fan rage that spawned from the Death Battle in question.

Don't worry, those of you who are concerned about Bloody Revolution, this is a side-project, not a replacement.