Scenario:Predator and Tanya - I Yearn For Only You

I Yearn For Only You

Tanya comes to realize how similar she and Predator are and approaches her in hopes of becoming closer. They become friendly with an old man who reminds them each of their late father, and the trio spends some quality time together.

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Predator looks up into the crisp, morning sky from a sandy beach, a look of cold dreariness on her face.

Predator: Father... Am I going about this the wrong way?

There is no response. The ebb and flow of the sea are the only sounds breaking the silence.

Just then Predator feels the piercing sensation of eyes watching her every move.

Predator: ...
(Again? Doesn't seem like they're going to attack though... I wonder...)

Predator: Hm... (Time to flush them out.)

Predator puts on her mask and saunters into the forest.

Predator: ...

Predator stops in her tracks, sharpens her senses, and surveys her surroundings for anyone tailing her.

???: ...

Predator: Target confirmed! Prepare to die!

She immediately leaps into action.

...

Predator: Wha? It's you... Tanya...

Tanya barely parries the blazingly fast swipe of Predator's claw in time.

Tanya: Ngh! I have no intention of fighting you. Please put your claws away.

Predator: ...

Tanya: I'm sorry...

Predator: So you're the one that's been following me around these past few days, huh? What do you want with me?

Predator seats herself on a nearby stump, her eyes fixed on Tanya.

Tanya: Ah... Erm... W-well...

Predator: Hey, I'm willing to hear you out. I'm not mad or anything. So relax—I'm all ears.

Tanya: Th-thank you... It's just that you and I are alike in so many ways...

Tanya: I knew I wanted to speak to you, but I just couldn't find the right timing...

Predator: Don't tell me... You've been tailing me the last few days just for that?

Tanya: I-I'm so sorry... But yes, I guess that's right.

Now clear as to why Tanya was shadowing her, Predator breathes a sigh of relief.

Predator: Phew... Okay... I really don't see how we're alike though, Tanya.

Tanya: Maybe you're right... But, hey! We're on the same crew! Surely, that counts for something...

Tanya: Umm... Is it okay if we have a little chat? I'd like to know more about you.

Predator: No dice. I didn't join this crew to make small talk. And I won't have anyone prying into my affairs.

Tanya appears unfazed by the retort, even as Predator turns to walk away.

Tanya: Meeting (Captain) and everyone else has changed me. I find myself smiling a lot more, even if inadvertently...

Tanya: And I'd like for you to experience that as well. I mean... We're friends... aren't we?

Predator: ...
(Friends, huh...)

A heartwarming sensation wells up inside of Predator.

Predator: Heh... You're a strange one.

Tanya: Hahaha...

???: Aaagh!

Just as Tanya's feelings get through to Predator, a voice calling for help rings out from deeper in the forest.

Predator: That way.

Tanya: Mm.

The deadly duo push their way through the brush, making their way toward the voice.

Monsters: Groaar!

Nice Old Man: Aaagh! H-help, anyone!

Monster: Gwoaan!

The girls make quick work of the monsters encroaching upon the old man and his cart.

Predator: Whew... You okay, mister?

Nice Old Man: I can't thank you enough for saving me.

The old man struggles to stand back up but remains slumped on the ground.

Nice Old Man: Looks like I sprained my ankle back there. Heh, my bones sure aren't what they used to be...

Predator reaches out to the old man, his smile tinged with an air of loneliness.

Predator: I imagine pulling that cart around won't be easy. We can give you a hand if you'd prefer.

Nice Old Man: That would be a tremendous help, but... I take it you're part of a crew? Do you really have time to be bothering with me?

Predator: Not a problem. Our captain loves helping people, so helping you would simply be furthering that end.

Tanya: Haha, no worries. I'm sure the captain won't chew us out if we're a bit late.

Predator: So just relax and let us help.

Predator and Tanya accompany the injured old man to a nearby village.

Nice Old Man: Thank you so much. Why don't you two have a seat there? I'll whip up something real tasty!

As soon as they arrive at his home, the old man immediately gets to work playing the role of gracious host despite his injuries.

Predator: Hey, don't stress yourself. I'll do the cooking.

Nice Old Man: But I couldn't possibly ask you to...

Tanya: Relax. It's no trouble at all.

Nice Old Man: Well, if you insist...

Though it's a bit of an awkward situation, Predator and Tanya smile in response and move into the kitchen.

Seeing how skilled Predator is in the art of cooking, Tanya lets out a sigh.

Tanya: Sorry...

Predator: Huh? What for?

Tanya: I... Erm... Well... I didn't think you'd be so good in the kitchen...

Predator: Hey, that goes for both of us. I actually didn't know you cooked.

Tanya: Hehehe...

Predator spots a hint of pensive melancholy underneath Tanya's gentle smile.

Predator: Okay, I know I'm the one who was against prying earlier, but... You want to tell me what's going on?

Tanya: Yes... Well... Watching that old fellow brought back so many memories of my father—that's all...

Predator: Hm... (So Tanya's lost her father too...)

Predator: We might be alike in a few ways after all...

Tanya senses that Predator, too, is thinking about her own father.

The old man beams at the delectable array of dishes laid out on the table before him.

Nice Old Man: Oh my! Did you two really—

Tanya: That's right. We made it all... No need to look so surprised though.

Predator: Let's eat up while the food's still hot.

Nice Old Man: Great googly moogly, it's all going into my belly! Haha... Which should I try first...

The old man all too excitedly chomps down on the sumptuous cuisine, savory delight in every bite.

Predator: Whoa, slow down there! No need to wolf it all down like th—Huh?

Nice Old Man: ...

Tears of joy stream down his cheeks even with his mouth full.

Predator and Tanya silently watch over the old man as he continues to feast.

Nice Old Man: My apologies... Seeing you two like this reminded me of my daughters... They'd be around your age if they were still alive...

Nice Old Man: Oh, I didn't mean to get all teary-eyed here—I just... couldn't help it... Sniff...

Nice Old Man: Being with you two today has felt like a joyous reunion with my daughters. You have my utmost gratitude for everything you've done for me.

Predator: ...

Tanya: Hehe... Well, being the good daughters that we are, we'll even give you a massage later.

Predator: Why don't you wipe your tears first? Wouldn't want the food to get salty.

Nice Old Man: R-right... Ahaha, how silly of me to be shedding tears on such a blissful day.

The old man wipes his tears to show a refreshingly radiant smile.

Predator: Haha... That's more like it. Right, Tanya?

Tanya: Hehe... Agreed.

A fun, nostalgic time is had by all.

This brief respite in the crew's long journey does much to heal the wounds of the two fearless skyfarers.