Well this is nothing more than a little something I´m doing with a friend that loves RPGs. I just can´t stand them. But I love fighting games...which he hates. And so, trying to make each other to play our most hated videogame genre we started talking about the characters and since we both love fanfictions we decided to do a crossover fight between our favourite characters. Tifa from Final Fantasy VII vs Shen Woo from The King of Fighters.

Please leave constructive criticism. And please, english is not my first language, so if I made any grammar or vocabulary mistakes it would be very kind of you to point them out.

This is part 1 of the events leading to the fight. Enjoy!

I don´t own Tifa or Shen, I´d be a very happy man if I did... Tifa Lockhart is copyright of Square. Shen Woo is copyright of SNK Playmore.

Italics indicate thought. Bold indicates actual conversation.

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It was a night like any other in the slums of the city known as Edge. It wasn´t very late though, so there were still many people roaming the streets. People looking for a bit of fun to escape, if only for a moment from the hardships life was throwing lately at them. Yes, the inhabitants of Edge hadn´t been at it´s best lately. First the fall of Shinra had taken with it an entire sector of the Midgar and a good chunk of the economy, when things were starting to look good again there was the entire "geostigma" affair, and just when things couldn´t get worse, the Deepground Soldiers devastated the entire city. - It´s quite natural that people wants to forget...we´ve lost much in a very short time. - Thought Tifa from behind the bar counter of the second incarnation of the "Tifa´s Seventh heaven" bar. Cloud´s business hadn´t been going as smoothly as it used to, and he had gone to Junon to try and make some more money to help their "family"

- Yo! Barkeep! Keep ´em coming! – Shouted one group of the customers at the tables while raising their empty glasses. Tifa quickly went over there and refilled their glasses. Clearly some people wanted to forget many things, for this was the sixth time she served them some drinks. After they finished this one she would politely invite them to leave the bar, she didn´t want any trouble in her bar. She sighed and returned to her position behind the bar counter and started to wash some empty glasses. - At least if there is any trouble the kids aren´t here to see it. - She wondered if they were troubling Barret too much. - Nah, he´s seen through much worse than taking care of a couple of kids, and it was him that thought the kids could use some travelling. Hopefully they would return behaving a little bit more mature. - Some shouts got her attention back to planet earth. In a table there was a fat man in a business suit and an undone tie, probably a gangster, with the most incredibly stupid looking moustache shouting to her. She hurried towards him and asked him politely what did he want.

- You have a rat in here and I want you to throw it out of the bar! - He said pointing at a frail looking young man quietly drinking a beer in the counter who suddenly blushed.

- A rat? I´m afraid I don´t understand you, sir. - She said, understanding perfectly what did he meant by that, and fearing that she coudn´t stop what was going to happen next. Those fears got confirmed when she got a good look at his hands.

- You know what I mean. You have fuckin´ niggers in your bar! - That statment made the regulars cast disapproving glances at the man and his friends that weren´t very happy about breathing the same air as a black man. Tifa stood her ground and had to use all her self-control to reply to the man in a very polite voice.

- This bar policy is to serve drinks to anyone that can afford them. That includes him and, disgracefully, you. Please do not annoy any more the rest of the customers. - With that the man lost his temper and started shouting.

- A BITCH LIKE YOU DOESN´T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!! - Tifa then felt someone tap her back, it was the black man. Dressed in a simple attire consisting of a checkered shirt and blue jeans with brown boots, Tifa thought he looked like a stereotypical construction worker.

- I don´t mean to cause any trouble, I´m very sorry. - And with that he started to walk to the door, but Tifa grabbed him by the arm.

- You don´t have to leave sir, if anyone has to leave it´s him. - Replied Tifa to the man, who seemed to calm down and sat down again.

- And exactly how do you intend to make me leave, huh? - Said the man with the moustache while getting up and searching for something on his pockets. Tifa let out a small sigh before even looking at the man.

- If you are looking for your brass knucles you have them on the back pocket of your pants. - The former member of AVALANCHE said without much enthusiasm. The man checked it and his face suddenly went pale as he slowly pulled his brass knucles from the pocket before an awestruck public. - You are about to ask me how did I know that. - Said Tifa to the man while she was adjusting her old fighting gloves in her hands.

- HOW DID YOU...?! - His voice trailed off, before he put his hands in his mouth his face getting paler than before.

- Look, pal. I can read you like an open book. Fuck, I can even predict what are you going to say next, so trying to start anything on my bar is a very, very stupid idea. As for the brass knucles, well you´ve got marks on your right hand from using them recently and you´ve got some drops of blood on your shirt but not on your jacket, so I suppose you took your jacket out on your last fight and when it was over you put the brass knucles in the only pocket that isn´t on the jacket, right? - Tifa said while tapping the floor lightly with her right foot to ensure that her boots were in tip top condition. - You can leave this place with or without your teeth. It´s your choice. - The gangster clearly didn´t think about it hard enough, because while his friends were putting some distance between that scary barmaid and themselves, all he did is throw an incredibly exagerated punch at Tifa. She effortlessy dodged it and countered with a lightning-fast right straight punch at her attacker´s jaw that made an interesting sound and instantly knocked him out. She turned to his "friends" that were making a hasty escape not wanting to share the destiny his idol had just experienced, while the rest of the regulars just turned to their drinks, discussing how sexy did she look while kicking someone´s ass

- Hmph, it takes a pathetic man to mess with others for things like that.- She said while she grabbed the unconscious man by the feet and dragged him out of the bar. - And it´s only ten to eleven...god, give me strength...