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Po was too shocked to say anything at all. From some ways away, he heard the anxious breathing of each member of the Furious Five. All of them stood there, witnessing the event. Even Shifu was present, quiet as a field mouse. Po knew they all agreed with Tigress, they all thought that his quest was nearing impossible, but he was sure they were just as appalled at her enforcing method as he was.
"Tigress, calm down," he heard Viper say from the side, her voice soft and desperate. Tigress ignored her. At the moment, she had eyes and ears only for Po. He shrank down beneath her glower.
"Please…" Po simpered, his eyes growing wider and wider as he plead with her, "I-I have to. I have to save him. Don't you see? With him, I finally belong somewhere, Tigress. If he dies… that will all change. I'll be alone again. I don't think I can handle that."
This statement, which Po had been hoping would help show her the meaning to his desperation, only seemed to further infuriate her. She let out a frustrated groan that sounded almost like a roar.
"Belong somewhere!" she screamed at him, her face getting dangerously close to his, "Po, you belong here! At the Jade Palace! I don't understand why you have to be this way! WHY CAN'T YOU BE SATISFIED WITH WHAT YOU HAVE!"
It took all Po's strength not to cower beneath her. Instead, he held his back straight and tall, hiding the gulp in his throat.
"This is different!" he defended, "I know I belong at the Jade palace, it's my passion, but… this is my family. My culture. My people. Last year, I was sure they were all gone, but now that I have them back, I can't lose them again. I just can't. There's more to life than Kung Fu, Tigress, and I've found something that I can honestly say means more to me than anything else in the world. Can you say that?"
For the longest moment, Tigress went deathly quiet. Even her breathing seemed to stop. She refused to look him in the eye. Refused to even glance in his direction.
Finally, in a soft, defeated whisper that defied all the laws of her nature, she replied, "I can't let you do this. I'm sorry."
Slowly, she moved one of her hands, which was resting harshly against the tree bark, and brought it down onto his furry shoulder. Then she raised her head, looking him straight in the eye. It was in that moment, the exact second that their eyes met and their souls intertwined, that Po understood. The truth hit him. And it was deadlier and more shocking than anything he had ever experienced in his entire life. Tigress, the great and mighty female warrior that he had admired his entire life, was in love with him. Suddenly, he knew how he would escape.
In a brave, daring, absolutely idiotic act, Po leaned forward and brought his lips to meet hers. He didn't need to look to know that Crane's jaw literally dropped to the floor.
The kiss the two shared was not soft and sweet and happy, as Po always imagined his first kiss would be, but almost completely the opposite. On one hand, he was shocked and scared and confused. On the other, Tigress was burning up in defeated anger. As a result, the kiss ended up being a mix of all these things. Surprise, fear, confusion, fury, hopelessness all rolled up in one. But it was beautiful all the same. God, was it beautiful.