"So, you want to see my new show with TeamFourStar?"

Yang had just cleaned up the last table in the bar, and with 'the boys' still out (Or hiding from the two brawlers), there wasn't a whole lot to do.

"I guess…" Yang replied in a slightly depressed tone.

"What's wrong, Long?" Tifa asked, concerned for her friend's emotional state.

"It's just that… Now anybody from my series that gets entered into Death Battle pretty much has to lose so they can avoid bias accusations." Yang replied.

"What?" Tifa was shocked, "Yang, I highly doubt they'll do that. The only reason they hate on our fight, is because it felt like it was all promotional with no actual research put in. I don't believe that." Tifa reassured her friend with a friendly pat on the back as the two of them headed upstairs to watch the machinima of Cloud's adventures with his friends.

"Thanks, T. But it still feels like that they were right…" Yang countered.

"You're hating on yourself Yang. That's not healthy, and besides, we all know that Death Battle sucks at timing." Yang noticed Tifa looked exasperated when she brought up timing.

"How so?"

Tifa shrugged as she set up the television, "Think about it: Goku vs Superman, after that came out, Battle of Gods was announced; Gaara vs Toph, Gaara developed his own lightning attacks after that; And then there's ours."

Yang fliched, "Yeah, let's not bring up what happened that time."

"Deal. As long as we watch my new show." Tifa replied with a smug grin on her face.

"... You set me up."

Tifa giggled a bit, "Yeah, kinda did."

"So this is a comedy-based machinima abridgement of your game, right?"

The two brawlers were on Tifa's couch, popcorn in hand, and drinks nearby. They set up the television to watch the new show.

"Yeah pretty much."

"Okay, just wanted to confirm." Yang clarified, tossing a small handful of popcorn into her mouth.

"Alright, let's start." Tifa took a swing of Yang's version of the Strawberry Sunrise, the embarrassment Yang had felt when Tifa insisted that the blonde's Sunrise was better than hers.

The video started playing, "Starting out with blowing up a factory, huh?" Yang teased.

"Ugh, hated that part of the job. I never want to do that again." Tifa groaned, as Yang patted her back.

"Neat intro music."

"Thanks. The directors insisted on it."

Yang laughed, "Wow. That artwork is really bad, I'm guessing that was intentional on TFS' part?"

Tifa nodded, and couldn't help but smile at her friend finally cheering up.

They kept watching for a little bit until a certain scene came up and-

"Really, T? Really? The directors had you imply prison rape?" Yang asked, with a dramatic shocked face.

Tifa had a look of mock offense on her face, "Oh, dear me! My secret is out!" She wailed rather dramatically before bursting into giggles.

Yang joined in, "Seriously though. How many people do you think could grab onto Cloud's hair?"

"I'm gonna go with what my machinabridged self said."

"Well, this was a good pick-me up." Yang replied.

"Why? What happened?" Tifa asked, concerned for her friend.

"Nothing," Yang replied solemnly, "It's what's going to happen."

Tifa raised her hand in concern, until Yang brushed it off. "I better get packed up. The studio will be needing me for future episodes."

Tifa couldn't shake the feeling that Yang would be needing more comfort after getting back. Something about her friend seemed… off.

She just couldn't shake the feeling in her arm that something big was about to happen.

AN: Next time! Tifa escorts Yang to her dorm, hangs out with the RWBY cast, and has a generally good time before heading back to her place.

Disclaimer: (Ugh this is getting annoying, maybe I should create an alter-ego or something to keep me company in the Author's notes.) I don't own RWBY or Final Fantasy