Reality (Part 1)

Tigress / Po

By: Skyyler

She was crying. The warrior, the fierce, innocent, worthy warrior was crying to herself, as her body swayed away from him. Her dripping, striped tail stayed low, as her hands were up at her soaking face. The water from above led her fur to a more dark look, as it weighed her down even more.

"T... Tigress, I'm so... so, sorry..." The snow leopard reached out his hand, as he touched her shoulder.

Gasping, Tigress lifted up her head; eyes wide open. No... he shouldn't see her like this, he couldn't! She kept her body in place, as it hid her depressed expression from Tai Lung; the one that she loved.

"...Tigress?" Tai Lung softly blinked, as he took a step slowly forward, and attempted to embrace her.

"W-What is it, Tai Lung...?" She gasped, as she tried to rid the redness from her eyes.

A wave of anxiety struck the snow leopard, as adrenaline rushed into his nostrils, forcing tears slowly out of eyes. Or, what was supposed to be tears. "It wasn't my fault that Po had passed away, in that battle. It was just fate-"

"Cut, cut!" Shang yelled, as he walked onto the set, interrupting the moment they were supposed to 'share'. He sighed, and looked up at the rain that was falling down. "Turn the rain off, guys!"

The sound of feet scrambling to turn knobs and switches came, as the water stopped falling from the machinery.

Shang, the movie director, looked at Tai Lung, and began to rub his head. "Alright we need to do this scene again."

Tigress turned around. "What? Why? We're almost done! Why are you stopping us?"

"Well for one," Shang turned to the tigress, "You..." He took her paw and made it hold onto the side of her arm, and raised her shoulders. "...need to keep your expression. Remember, when Tai Lung talks to you, you need to react and act like every thing's alright. You were doing nothing with your hands, Tigress-"

"Well so what if I was doing nothing with my hands! Was it really necessary to move when he came? It's my own, personal instinct to stay the way I was." Tigress grunted.

"This story isn't about you, baby, no, you need to get your mind straight and stay with the program! I don't care if you want to act yourself just to tell everyone how you would act in that moment, you need to stay, with the script!" He protested. He began to sound like Master Shifu, when he was in distress, like when he would always quickly breathe in after every word.

Tai Lung squinted at his director. "Shang, it's no big deal, I mean, it's just her arms that we're talking about-"

"Just her arms? Just, her arms? We're talkin business, man, this is the next Kung Fu Panda, and in every sequel there's a time change, and with that time change, the characters change. You can't be who you are, you need to act!" He stomped away. "Re roll! Back to the beginning!" He yelled at everyone, as they ran back to turn the rain back on, and roll back down the green screen.

Tai Lung looked at Tigress, raised his shoulders, and exited the set, as he went back to his starting place. Tigress shook her head while rolling her eyes, as she turned back around. Taking eye-drops out of her pocket, she filled her eyes up with many drops, and began her crying, just as the scene said.

"And... Action!"

"...I know, I know! I just think it's dumb how they choose her, but not us!" The panda replied in an angered tone. "Shouldn't they keep the same characters, if they're going to make another movie about Kung Fu Panda? I mean seriously! Come on!" He slurped his noodles, and gulped them down within seconds.

"Sorry Po, you just didn't make the cut..." Crane looked down.

"Well, what about all of you?" Po added. "Aren't you sad that you didn't the cut, of your own roles? Aren't you?" The panda insisted.

"Yes, I guess you could say..." Monkey agreed. "I mean here we are, still in China, while Tigress and TaiLung are over there in North America, having the time of their life, making our next movie. Who could possibly get the role of me, Monkey? No one in North America is as good as me in China's own tradition; Kung Fu!"

"Don't flatter yourself." Viper hissed. "Remember last time we were there, there were so many things that involved electricity we completely lost sight of our own mind. If they ave that kind of technology, who knows, they might know what Kung Fu is, or none the less, learn it. So what if we're good actors... I bet over there, those Americans will get our parts, and do better than us. No one's going to take Tigress', nor Tai Lung's place though... they're too good of actors... am I right?"

"You suck at acting, Tai Lung!"

"I'm kissing Tigress! What, you want me to turn my head to the side more or something? You can't change how I kiss, Shang, there's just no way!" Tai Lung ranted back, as his dripping fur, from the artificial rain they had, soaked the dry floors.

The panther sighed, as he shook his head. "You need to open your mouth a little more, and delay a little more before you dip. Don't use much tongue, though."

Tai Lung's facial expression quickly changed to even more anger. "We're not making out!"

"Cried Tai Lung." A voice came. They both turned around, to find a writer, that happened to be a horse, recording their every word.

"Not now..." Shang strictly whispered. The horse obeyed and trampled off.

Confused, Tai Lung snapped back into it. "We're not making out!"

"Read your script, Tai Lung."

Tai Lung blinked, as he looked into Shang's undoubted eyes. Grunting, he ripped open his script to page 97; where he left off, and read.

Tai Lung: Have you ever kissed in the rain? [take Tigress's arms and bring head close to her, stare into eyes, give more emotion than necessary]

Tigress: I... I have yet to... [react in seductive manner, bring head up to him, close eyes]

[[kiss lasts, until Tai Lung gives the hint of making out, lasts 3 secs, camera up to moon, fade out]]

Tai Lung slapped his head. "Ugh... it only says give a hint, not all out!"

"Trust me, that's not all out, man. You would have to use your tongue if you want to do that-"

"I already use my tongue in making out!-"

"Guys, could we keep this PG please? The paparazzi all around..." Tigress shot in, as soon as she got the chance.

They both looked at Tigress, who looked a little embarrassed by their argument.

Shang finally sighed, as he broke the awkward silence. "Yeah, Tai Lung. Just go by your script." He growled, as he took Tai Lung's script and slammed it against Tai Lung's chest.

The snow leopard squinted in disapproval, as he was nearly about to take control of his movie director the real way; his way.

Tigress took Tai Lung's hand in hers, as she directed his head to hers. "It's America. What did you expect?" She chuckled.

Tai Lung sighed and closed his eyes, bringing his right paw up to his forehead. "...respect."

Tigress just smiled at him, as she placed her head on his chest. His muscular, wet body seemed to warm her in the most awkward way.

Click! A flash of light blinded both of them. A paparazzi. "Reality!" He screamed, soon getting tackled by security rhinos. "I still got the pic! I still got the pic!" He went on, as he got beat up by the guards.

Tai Lung grunted, as Tigress's head was off of him, now, staring at the incident. "And some privacy..."

"Tai Lung added." A writer stood next to him.

Tai Lung blinked. "Get out of here!" He yelled at him. He went rushing off.

Tigress stared at the fleeing horse. "Where do all these animals come from...?"

"Tigress asked." Oh wait. That was me.

Tell me if I wen't too far on this one. Lol. Rate it out of 10? S'il vous plait taux-il? Awesome.

I'm putting parts to this one-shot, because I'm afraid I might lose interest in it. If I were to post it all as one, it would be about 5,000 words... and I don't think anyone likes those, I mean I don't like writing for that long. I MEAN REMINISCING, on this true tale. Ahem. But yeah, review, you know, do your thing. I'll be sure to get part 2 up, if I can. :] Blaaah.

-Skyy.