Chapter 1:

The bar was filled with the joyous vibrations of glasses clinking, people singing, gladiators rough housing and the lyrics of Paralyzer by Finger Eleven coming from Daxon's lips.

"Whiskey, please". The metallic sky-blue eyed Miqo'te asked the bartender.

The bartender nods sliding the redhead the glass followed along him pouring the caramelized colored liquid in to.

"Thanks". D'axon sets down 20 gil in exchange.

While drinking the bitter alcohol he scans around the bar looking around for his teammates. He sits back down remembering that their whereabouts are no longer his problem after the battle. The Tank runs his fingers through his hair looking down at the smooth shaved maple oak.

The role of being a Tank is constantly seen as someone who is a leader, quick-thinker, strong and determined. However, people tend to forget the struggle that comes with it, especially the imposter syndrome. The feeling you can't shake off of not doing enough, what you could have done better in that moment, and what others would have done better that you couldn't. Some can describe it as the feeling of drowning in the ocean except there is a chain tied with a brick pulling you down further and further into the darkness.

Sighing D'axon worries once again. "Alright let's see where they have run off too". He stands up cracking his back heading towards the back of the bar, grabbing the cold doorknob which lead him to a dark alleyway surrounded by trash bags, hungry rats and a dark cloudy sky. He pats around his pants frantically looking for his cigarettes. "Don't tell me I left them back at the house, if Kurry sees them, she will nag me all night long".

Fortunately for his sensitive ears he had found them all along in his leather pants. Pulling them out of his pocket for sure was a hassle but in the end, he has obtained the sweet cancer stick. Lighting it with the blaze of orange from his vintage rusted zippo. Before his cigarette was encompassed by the flame, his ears perked up poking towards the direction of a loud bang and rustling in the distance.

"No! please let me go...! Ah! I'll do better next time I'm so sorry!".

"You always fail us! Every mission and battle. You're a poor excuse for a DPS, even Thancred does a better job than you!".

D'axon listened in waiting to light his cigarette signing from the fact that he can't ever be left alone in peace. Another sad aspect of being a Tank is that you never catch a break.

After a while, he hears more rustling and what sounds to be like someone getting beaten up, dropping his cigarette on the ground he quietly steps towards the direction of the brawl.

"You are so pathetic even if we killed you right now D'axon would never notice you were gone".

After hearing those words, the common voices and especially his name, he knew for a fact he had to investigate and step in.

"Hey!" D'axon turns the buildings corner with his eyebrows crinkled together and a frown upon his lips. He couldn't believe what he saw his own Healer and one of his DPSes brutally abusing his second DPS. The victim lied on the floor with blood rolling down from his nose and bruises alongside his body.

His first DPS was a clever yet manipulative Lalafell whom possessed the odd name of Maple Nutt. He always knew his way around battles, he uses old tricks in the book and at times yet always leaves his teammates in the dust. In the beginning of the mission, we were all assigned to, he was kind and sweet yet something always seemed off. Randomly at times he would make snarky comments and remarks but when questioned he would act like we were making him out to be some sort of villain. He was quite the definition of an incel. While, Alfie who was our Healer was an outright Elezen idiot whom honestly had no clue what he was doing. At times he would either forget to heal us or heal us way too often that it would get into the way of our attacks. When cooking meals for us on our trips he would always accidently forget a crucial ingredient, ruining the whole recipe entirely. However, he would suck up to Maple due to the fact that he would protect him often in battles and protect him from the smallest of creatures, especially Marmots, the nerd was afraid of those. Meanwhile, the beaten up DPS was fairly new on our team, his name was Zeris Tia, a far descendent from the infamous Tia family. Zeris has short chocolate lilac hair along with light green eyes, as well for his race, he also was a Miqo'te. Mylla assigned him to us due to the fact that no one else would take him on their team. He is pretty social when it comes to talking to people and getting to know information regarding our quests. Zeris was also very understanding and caring for the rest of the team, however, it seems like I was the only one who didn't take his kindness for granted.

"Leave him alone or else I'm telling Mylla; you don't want to be suspended from another mission, do you?" D'axon rolled his eyes hoping that would be enough to get him to scram.

"That's just another of your false threats, I am not scared of you D'axon. Plus, you would understand, wouldn't you? Zeris has no skill or talents of a DPS. He is better off not wasting our precious time by retiring and becoming a merchant". Maple chuckles while continuously kicking Zeris along with the manipulated oblivious Alfie.

As the absent-minded imbeciles continue to disregard D'axon's demands he sighs extending his left arm and picking up the midget.

Maple laughs manically taking his hand with a brass knuckles attached slamming his fist into D'axon's cheek leaving quite the gash.

"Did that feel good?" D'axon asks grunting.

"Yeah, felt mightier than the average Miqo'te". The Lalafell replies.

D'axon curls his right hand into a fist smashing it into the middle of his face breaking his nose. Maple lands on the ground passed out and lucky enough for him not dead. Then walking towards Alfie full of rage smirking as a cloud of evil forms around him.

"Are you next?" whispers D'axon.

Alfie shakes his head and runs off as the wimp he truly is.

"Please don't hurt me". Asks the frightened curled up Miqo'te, looking up with tears in his eyes towards the tank.

D'axon returns to his normal state cleansing his body from the evil that eroded his mind. He looks down at him extending his clean hand.

He smiles calmly reassuring him, "I won't I promise, take my hand, Ill walk you home". Zeris smiles back reaching for his hand and grabbing it feeling a strong yet warm hand embrace his. He stands up bruising off his behind and making sure his tail isn't covered in mud nor garbage.

"I would like that very much".