Yang sighed. She wasn't heading towards the gym, she was going towards the garden that Peach and Zelda had insisted on making. Not very many of the others were excited for it, but today, Yang was grateful that it was here. She walked over towards a stone bench, and laid down.
Yep, right on schedule: self-loathing. After this, she'd probably get something to eat. Her scroll buzzed. She fumbled around in her pocket for the device to find a text from Tifa.
T Said: Hey sunshine. I'm watching a movie. You wanna watch two?
T Said: * too. Stupid auto-correct.
Yang carefully texted back her response.
Maybe later tifa.
Tifa's response was almost instantaneous.
T Said: Okay. Talk later?
Maybe. Idk.
Yang placed her scroll back into her pocket, and sighed. Sure, it was nice that Tifa was doing her best to cheer her up - hell! She did it for Cloud, but at the moment, she just wanted to forget about the hate. Forget about the rage. And just forget about all the loss. She closed her eyes and tried desperately not to think about-
"Mind if I brood with you?"
Yang's eyebrow rose as she raised her eyelids., "Guts. Didn't expect you here."
Guts snorted, "You still haven't answered my question, kid."
Yang got up and sighed. She moved over and patted the space next to her. "What do you want?"
Guts shrugged, "Like I said, I'm just here to brood."
Yang let out a hollow laugh, "Misery loves company, am I right?"
"You seem to be one who avoids it though." The swordsman replied.
Yang straightened herself, "Are you going to try and cheer me up? Because you aren't exactly Mr. Sunshine y'know."
"And you are?"
Yang was silent for a moment. "Why are you really here?"
Guts shrugged, "Maybe I'm looking to see if your life stacks up to mine in terms of tragic."
Yang scoffed, "Please. Nobody from my world can match you in the 'tragic backstory' category, or any other category for that matter. Hell, only Yatsuhashi could stand a chance against you in an actual fight. Maybe if we were to combine everyone's own personal tragedies, we could come close to about half of yours, but-"
"I have no mother, and neither do you. We both lost our childhoods; I had to fend for myself, and you had to take care of your sister when your father shut down, and we both lost an arm trying to protect a loved one. If anything, you come pretty damn close." Guts cut her off.
Yang was stunned. She wasn't expecting this. "I-I don't have to deal with demons every day." She tried.
"Maybe not physical demons, kid." Guts replied, "But you got your own personal ones to deal with. And let's not forget the amount of abandonment issues and people in your world who hate you."
"If anything, my brand should be reacting to all the demons you're carrying with you."
Yang stared at the ground. It was true, she was carrying around a lot of baggage. She may have had a rough life, but she didn't want to be Guts. Brooding, needing to be careful around her loved ones, and -
"Lockhart is in the movie room. I'm sure she wouldn't mind rewinding the flick - whatever it is, if you decide to drop in or whatever." Guts said as he walked off.
Yang was left to think to herself. She inwardly chuckled to herself. "For someone who went through all that shit," A light smile graced her face, "he's a hell of a guy to talk to about problems."
"So, Tracer was trapped in the time-space continuum? Damn, most people would have gone insane from going through stuff like that."
"Can't be as bad as being someone's puppet for most of your life." Cammy replied.
Chun-Li nodded, "I guess so. But not many people know what it's like not having a mind to call your own."
"You rooting for anyone in particular?" Sonya asked.
"My only choices is either the agent of a disbanded illegal task force, or an impatient runner who has issues with his siblings." Chun-Li retorted, "None of them are really appealing to me."
Cammy disagreed, "I'm one for Tracer. Gotta have that British support somewhere in there." she shrugged.
"If she wants to help people, that's fine with me. The Scout just seems to be in it for the fight." Sonya pointed out.
"Doesn't seem all too brave either." Chun-Li mumbled, "Any ideas as to why the fight starts?"
"The Scout accidentally kills an Omnic?" Cammy offered.
"Maybe Tracer wanders in his territory or something." Sonya said.
"I'd have thought that The Scout does something stupid. Like break something in the museum." Chun-Li replied.
"That makes sense."
"I guess so."
Tifa was in the theatre room. She was watching a movie. Well, she wasn't really watching. Her mind would always wander to her friend. All she wanted to see her friend. Not the saddened figure that Yang was, the girl who had so much love in her heart, and yet, was so lonely. She wanted to see the joyful young woman again. The girl who could defeat a monster on her motorcycle in a single punch, and still be soft enough to hug people and have a pun at the ready to make some people groan, and others laugh.
In truth, Tifa had always found Yang's puns to be somewhat lame and pathetic. But, there was always that hint of effort, that made her laugh. Training with each other had given the two a feeling of knowing. But, after Yang had to go off and record her show, the two hadn't been able to see each other as often as they wanted.
Until late October of 2015. Then there was all the rage. People wanted to hunt down Yang. People wanted to hurt her friend. It had gotten so bad that Yang had to hide out at Tifa's place to escape it all. The fact that people had been so filled with hate for her to the point that they thought that they shouldn't be allowed to be friends was disappointing.
And when Yang lost her arm protecting her friend, the hate had only gotten worse. People were demanding a rematch. Claiming that if Yang was missing an arm and emotionally drained, that the fight would be fair. It was at times like these that she held contempt for her fans. Then there were times like when Yang's fans had disrespected her and made her feel weak. Tifa held contempt for them.
Yang also held contempt for those people as well. But when Tifa's fans voiced their hate, Yang would never disagree. Instead, she would always stay silent. Never saying a word.
She sighed. She wished that she could do something to make the hate stop for Yang. She had been through so much. Only very few people didn't hate Yang in her universe. Yang had only a few defenders in the real world. Others either didn't care, or openly hated her.
"Hey Tifa- uh, T. What're you watching?"
Tifa looked up. Her friend had a soft smile on her face. It was obvious that Yang was still trying to hide the pain, but she was also trying her best to get past that.
"Uh," Tifa looked towards the screen, trying to remember what movie she put in, "Antz."
"That old Dreamworks movie?"
"Yeah. It's a bit of a comfort knowing that one person could make a difference if given a choice." Tifa replied sheeply.
Yang was silent for a moment. "Do you want to watch it together?" She finally asked.
Tifa looked up. She had a small smile on her delicate face, "Yeah." She shifted over to make room, "I'll rewind so we can see the whole thing."
Yang laughed internally, "Thanks." she noticed that Tifa had moved the armrest up. Offering to cuddle with the blonde.
"No problem."
"You're the best…" Yang felt the warmth of Tifa's hug that she was rather famous for, "T."
The two didn't even last ten minutes before falling asleep, cuddling in a display of trust, and acceptance of the future.
Deadpool: I don't have something in my eye, YOU have something in your eye!
Uh, I think you meant to say-
Deadpool: SHUT IT X! I'm not getting emotional! You're getting emotional! I'm leaving!
SLAM!
Alexis: Tweet tweet tweet…
Yeah… Yeah I guess so. Typical disclaimer stuff… I guess I can do something more upbeat in a few chapters. I gotta get all this angst out before it consumes me.
Alexis: *Puts comforting hand on back* Tweet…
I need… I need something to make this less of a feels fest.
Alexis: Tweet tweet?
Yeah. Yeah I saw it. I got a TvTropes page. Guess that's something to be excited about i guess. Doesn't have the full works though. No funny page, no heartwarming page, nothing on tearjerkers or nightmare fuel. But, it's nice to know that it's there. It makes me feel like I'm making a bit of a difference.
Alexis: Tweet tweet.
Yeah yeah. Shameless plug. Whatever.
