AN: First off, thank you for sticking with me this far. As a little thanks, I figured, why not do the backstory on Yang and Tifa’s friendship? You guys deserve it.

“But, why cancel Dead Fantasy? It's a great show!”

“Look, Ms Lockhart, you're a great girl to work with and all,” the Grandmaster of all Things Awesome continued, “But I have the ability to make a show using characters I made. I hope that you can understand.”

Tifa was more irritated than understanding, “And what about us? We have DoA and FF people. What about the fight scenes that the audience is expecting?”

The Creator of the Epic Scenes sighed, “As much as I dislike having unfinished projects, this is something I have wanted to do for a while. If it's any consolation, I’ introduce you to one of the main characters.”

Tifa sneered, “Fine. Let's meet one of the chicks that replaced me.”

The Crafter of Awesome pressed a button on his intercom and picked up the phone, “Hey, can you send in Ruby Rose please?” He said into the phone.

…

“What?”

…

“What do you mean ‘she's unavailable’?”

…

“Look, I have Tifa Lockhart here, and she wants to meet one of the new girls.”

…

“Y’know, just… Just send in whomever.”

…

“I don't care who you send, I just said you could send whomever!”

…

“Yes. Yes, she’ll do.”

…

“Thanks.” He yawned.

“Seriously, you shouldn't push yourself too hard. The human body does need sleep.” Tifa said offhandedly, noticing the Dead Fantasy director rubbing his eyes.

“Yeah. You and about every single person tells me that.” He snarked.

The door opened and a blonde girl in a brown jacket, yellow shirt, black shorts, a brown half-skirt, and bracelets walked in on her phone, “Yes Ruby, I’ be back with your food. The boss just wants to talk for a bit…Yes, I'll tell him to get some sleep. I don't know why though, freaking everyone tells him that,” She turned to Tifa, “Nice cosplay. Hm? Oh, nothing. Just some girl cosplaying as Tifa.”

The brunette turned back to the God of Awesome and pointed to the blonde, “I'm being replaced by her? What makes her so special?”

“Uh, Yang…”

Yang turned to her boss, “Hmm?”

“... This is the real Tifa Lockhart.”

Yang’s eyes widened, “Rubes, I'm going to have to call you back.” She hung up.

“Oh my god I'm in the same room as Tifa Lockhart. Oh my god, she's looking at me.” Yang tried to regain her composure, “C’mon Long, you said you'd be more professional than this.”

Tifa leaned over to the blonde girl’s Boss, “Uh, what's with her?” She asked, observing that this ‘Yang Xiao Long’ was apparently tripping over her words every other sentence.

“She's a bit of a fan…”

Tifa raised her eyebrow, “How much is ‘a bit’?”

“Uh, enough that she wanted to model about seventy percent of her entire fighting style after yours.” The man replied with a slight increase in his voice.

Tifa’s other eyebrow rose to match the first, “Really?” She stuttered a bit, “I- I mean, I’m flattered and all, but…” Tifa noticed Yang pulling out a small book and digging around for… A pen?

“You probably get this pretty often, but can I get your autograph?” She asked in an eager tone.

Tifa was a little shocked, she typically got this from men… And they usually asked to have sex instead. “Uh, sure…” She took the pen and pad and started to write her signature, “Uh, it’s Yang, right?”

“Oh my god, she knows my name!” Yang squealed.

“Look, kid… Er, Yang… I’m from one of the most popular RPGs in history, I kinda don’t want the celebrity treatment, okay?”

The Grandmaster of all Things Awesome rubbed his chin, “Huh, one of the characters I made has that complex… Small world.”

“Oh, uh sorry ma’am,-I mean, Miss Lockhart, I-I mean…” Yang stuttered.

“Uh, how about you just call me ‘T’?” The brunette offered.

“S-sounds good… T.” Yang said sheepishly, “That’s going to take some getting used to…”

Tifa chuckled, “I’d imagine so. Hey, how about I help you out with your fighting style?”

“That would be awesome!” Yang squealed, “Er, I mean… I’d enjoy that.” She backpedaled.

“Great. I know an uppercut that absolutely wrecks people.” Tifa noted.

A few hours later, on the RWBY set…

“And that’s why I was late.” Yang recapped.

“Puh-leaze, Yang. I can’t believe you’d get that sidetracked by a kickboxer-”

“Feint Brawler.” Yang corrected.

“Whatever.” Ruby exasperatedly said, “Now, if it had been Dante or Mega Man, I’d understand. But Tiff-ah?”

“It’s pronounced ‘Tee-fah’, Rubes. Careful about that during a convention, the fans are brutal. Well, at least, that’s what T said…”

“‘T’?” Weiss asked.

“Tifa said I could use it as a nickname.” Yang replied.

“Tch, figures…” Blake muttered under her breath.

“Hmm? What’s up Blake?”

“N-Nothing!” The disguised faunus replied.

“What’s up Yang?” Tifa asked.

“Hmm? Oh, nothing T, just reminiscing.” Yang replied with a nostalgic look on her face.

Tifa caught what Yang was talking about, “Yeah. Good times.”

This chapter was enjoyable to write. Really enjoyable.





I just… I’m enjoying doing this sort of stuff. And it’s thanks to you guys. It’s fans like you that keep me doing stuff like this and-



Deadpool: Okay, you can stop sucking up to the fans now. It’s a little old.



Point there.... Oh, and before I forget: All characters belong to their respective owners.