Yang and Tifa were, to be put in one word, pissed.
Somehow, a Tifa fan had gotten into the bar, and when he saw Yang, called up his friends to try and murder the blonde in some sort of 'Justified Vengeance' or something. The girls weren't really listening on the guy yelling out bias accusations, and his calculations on as to why Tifa should have ripped out Yang's heart or something.
Tifa found it too similar to Mortal Kombat, and some part of her wished that she could do that ice guy's spine rip on the rabid fan.
Yang, on the other hand, grew depressed with each passing word. Her guilt racking up as each accusation came by. The poster they brought by that insulted Tifa only made her feel worse despite it calling her a 'perfect waifu'. Hell, the only reason the poster was brought along to try and provoke Tifa into attacking her to begin with.
Thankfully, the brunette burned the thing before Yang could fully read what the insult said.
Still didn't make her feel any less guilty though.
Tifa cut off the ranting man, "Look, I'm flattered and everything, but bringing her down isn't going to change anything." She stated simply.
"Don't care, you still should have won. The statistics prove it." the man replied stubbornly.
Tifa rolled her eyes. She opened her mouth to talk, but was cut off by one of the man's companions, "It should have been a curbstomp. But the intentionally nerfed you just to hand the blonde bimbo the win!"
Tifa clenched her fist, and opened her mouth to deliver her rebuttal, but was cut off again, "Ying Xoia Ling should have been obliterated by beat rush alone. But no. They decided to suck up to their sister company instead."
A vain on Tifa's forehead became slightly visible when she saw that the comment made Yang slump down even more than before.
"Besides that, the chick's show isn't even that good. In fact, people who like it are dumb and stupid- ack!"
Tifa's hand gripped the man's throat, her voice was cool, yet threatening, "First up, Dissidia was used to figure out what materia I would normally take into a fight; second, her name is Yang Xiao Long, not Ying Chao Ling you uninformed prick; and thirdly, I happen to enjoy her show. My favorite scenes being the ones where she's at her best." Her grip tightened, "I respect your opinion that you dislike the show, but don't EVER say that people are stupid for liking it." She brought the man's face closer to hers, "Got it, punk?" She growled through her teeth. as she let the man go as his hands went to his throat.
The first didn't flinch, and instead came up with his own reply, "I'm not leaving until you punch the blonde bitch with intend to kill." He crossed his arms in defiance.
Tifa growled for a moment, until inspiration struck her. "Yang," The blonde looked up with depressed eyes, "I'm going to have to punch you." The second fan could have sworn he saw Tifa wink at the blonde when she said that and was about to ask why she gave her the heads up when Tifa threw her punch.
Yang caught it without flinching, and finally found her resolve as she turned to the third fan that came in. Her eyes flashed red, "So..."
The three fans gulped in fear as Tifa cracked her knuckles, "You feeling lucky, punk?"
"You didn't have to defend me you know." Yang said to Tifa, as they were fixing the wall the three detractors went through… At mach two.
"Of course I did, Yang!" Tifa replied, surprised that her friend would go as far as to just take these accusations without protest, "You're one of my closest friends, and I like to take care of my friends."
Yang smiled solemnly, "Thanks, but…" She trailed off, "Sometimes I get the feeling they're right, maybe my durability shouldn't have been enough..."
"Then you lose, and when you survive atmospheric re-entry in your series, people will demand a rematch" Tifa replied.
"I don't think there's any plans for that, Tifa." Yang pointed out.
"And there's my remake coming out that might go as far as to make me less superhuman than people claim." She rebuttled, "And it's not like the haters would even bother to watch your show to confirm that anyways. Y'know what they say, 'haters gonna hate.'"
Yang's lips showed small smile as she held a wooden board in place for Tifa to nail into place, "Did you really mean what you said back there?"
Tifa looked up, "Hm?"
"What you said about my fight scenes. How you like the ones where I'm at my best." Yang clarified with a slight frown.
Tifa had a look of disbelief on her face, "Yang, c'mon. Outside of my games, you're my best friend. Hell, I still remember teaching you that uppercut you used in that trailer of yours."
A long while ago...
The AVALANCHE crew were in the bartender's living room, they had just caught wind that one of Tifa's friends was going to be featured in a show, and the brunette insisted on watching her trailer.
When they saw the blonde engage in combat, they were blown away, Tifa especially. Then she saw her friend uppercut Junior, "I taught her that move! I taught her that!" She called out, shedding tears of joy. "I'm so proud of her…"
Yang was silent for a moment, then her smile returned. "What did I ever do to get a friend like you?"
AN: The views expressed by Tifa may or may not reflect the views of me, DudebladeX. The views of the nameless fans may or most likely reflect the views of the various detractors I have come across the internet.
Thank you Vindexian, for the idea.
Disclaimer: I don't own Final Fantasy, or RWBY, but I do however, own the corpses of the detractor OCs I placed in this fic.
This might sound pretentious, but I'm particularly fond of this chapter.