NammytheCommie

    Nothing seemed particularly off to you on this bland, miserably rainy night behind the cash register. You were one of only a few total associates working at Kei-Line, a closing retail store on a dead-end street in Shibuya, Tokyo. It came as no surprise to any of the workers that the store was closing, as not only was it on a sidestreet overshadowed by larger, more grand businesses, but Kei-Line itself was poorly run and miserably outdated. The head manager, Kei, was hard-headed, extremely rude, and not at all helpful, which had shown its way down to every associate, who was generally clueless on what needed to be done. On top of that, the very cash register you were standing behind was extremely archaic: An NEC PC-98 converted to run Windows 95, which did not at all belong in the 21st century. The fact that it ran at all was an achievement within itself, but it was not without its problems. It ran at a snail’s pace, and very often would overload itself in the middle of transactions, giving a “critical error” message and then shutting down, requiring the operator to reboot it. The CRT monitor also suffered from copious amounts of burn-in, showing its age and making some parts of the screen difficult to see. Yes, your employment was the very definition of a dead-end job, and if not for the fact that it was supplemental income to your successful art career, you would not have been as complacent with it as you were. You leaned against the counter, dozing off, wondering when your next customer would even show up, if at all.
   Suddenly, you heard chatter accompanied by footsteps heading towards your line, and sprung up from your hibernated state. Like a dog anxiously waiting at the door for his master, you smiled and greeted your customers, saved from your existential dread. The first in the party of customers was a young woman with pink hair in twin braids. The tips of her bangs, as well as the end of her braids, were dyed green, which perfectly complimented her eyes of the same color. She was dressed in a pink tank top that showed off some slightly excessive cleavage, and due to the weather, had an unzipped black rain jacket over it. You also noticed the Kirby phone charm sticking out of her jean pocket. She had a gentle, caring aura to her, complimented by a pleasant aroma of perfume.
    “Did you find everything you needed today?” The response sounded extremely well-rehearsed, as expected of a seasoned retail worker.
    The woman smiled, and placed cosmetics and (most likely stale) bubblegum on the counter. “Yes, of course! I’ve seen brands of makeup and candy that I thought were no longer in stock anymore!” Her voice was angelic and soft, high-pitched but not annoyingly so. You felt bad knowing that everything she referenced was most likely past its expiration date.
    You completed her transaction and held your hand by the printer, waiting for it to print out a receipt. Since she had paid with a credit card, you saw her name on the receipt: Kanroji Mitsuri. With a gleaming smile on your face, you handed her the receipt and wished her a nice day.
    She giggled a bit. “I’m not leaving just yet, gotta wait for the rest of my friends!”
    You felt slightly embarrassed by your sendoff, but instead of dwelling on it, turned your attention to the next customer. Opposite to the overwhelming sweetness of Mitsuri, this man was unsociable and extremely intimidating. He had heterochromia, with one eye being yellow and the other being turquoise. His hair was black, cut short and choppy. He was wearing a surgical mask, indicating that he had no intention of conversing with anyone, and wore all black clothing. But the elephant in the room was that he had a real, living snake coiled around his neck. Just what the hell was up with this guy?
    You tried to speak with the optimistic tone you used on your average customer, but his intimidating aura made you nervous. “H-how was your day?”
    His cold eyes gazed towards you, and you could tell he was annoyed by your nervousness. He placed a pack of (once again, probably stale) black licorice on the counter in front of you, along with the cash needed to pay for it. “It was fine. You don’t need to be so scared of me, or my snake. Neither of us bite.”
    “Good… I’m relieved to hear that!” After the transaction, you handed him his receipt. Since he paid with cash, his name remained a mystery, but you were in such a hurry to get him out of line that you would not have noticed either way.
    He groaned, annoyed by you once again, and stood next to Mitsuri. You wondered how they got along at all, and gazed towards your next customers, who were in front of you as a pair. The woman in front had a different but still charming beauty from Mitsuri. She had short black hair with the tips dyed violet to match her eyes, held back by a hairpiece designed to look like a butterfly. Her jacket was much flashier than the previous two customers, with sleeves designed to look like butterfly wings. However, despite her warm smile and breathtaking aesthetic, she seemed peculiarly passive-aggressive, as evidenced by the man she held by the arm. He had long, jet-black hair and wore a brightly colored jacket with an asymmetrical design. His cold blue eyes gave off an uncomfortable, pained expression, indicating that he had been dragged along by her.
    Feeling sorry for the man and unsure about the woman, you warmly greeted them both. “Finding everything alright today?”
    The woman smiled, placed two butterfly nets on the counter and spoke with a quiet voice that was both gentle and unsettling. “Why of course, I wouldn’t have made it to checkout otherwise.”
    You then spoke directly towards the man. “And how about you?”
    He looked towards you with an exhausted expression. “Ehhh….”
    The woman laughed. “Come on, Giyuu, I know you didn’t want to come but don’t be so cold towards her. That kind of attitude is why no one likes youuu~”
    He gave a shocked expression, as if he had suddenly been shot by a poison arrow. “Alright, I get it!” Then he turned back to you. “Thank you for being so polite with us, I know we are a bit of an odd group.”
    You laughed at the odd couple, unsure if they were lovers, siblings, or just longtime friends. “It’s no problem, you meet all kinds of people as a cashier!” You quickly glanced at the receipt and saw the woman’s name: Kouchou Shinobu, and handed it to her as she dragged the unwilling Giyuu with Mitsuri and the snake man.
    You were down to the last customer, and felt your heartbeats intensify as he came into your view. He was a unique-looking individual, sporting hair dyed blonde and red, contrasted by his extremely thick, black eyebrows. Even more peculiarly, his eyes were also multicolored: with yellow on the outer circle and vermilion on the inner. He was wearing a black buttoned-up shirt with long sleeves that were rolled up, revealing his sturdy, muscular forearms. He had an intoxicating aura of confidence, but not to the point where he came across as arrogant. It was a strong, masculine type of confidence, one that made you feel extremely secure, as though he could protect you from anything. With such a strong first impression, you couldn’t help but blush and daydream, even forgetting to give him a proper greeting.
    “Hey hey hey, are you alright?” He glanced towards you with a worried expression.
    You snapped out of your womanly daydream, and addressed him formally. “Oh, sorry. Who are you- I mean, how are you?” You felt your stomach turn into a black hole when you messed up such a simple question.
    He laughed and put a rain jacket and fireball jawbreakers on the counter. “I’m not sure how serious you are about the first question, but my name is Rengoku Kyojuro! And I’m doing just fine. How about you?”
    Your blush deepened as you struggled to have a basic conversation with him. “Oh, you know, I’m doing alright, as much as a retail worker can be anyways.” Normally, you would try to fake more optimism, but you were too lovestruck to lie to him.
    His confident tone changed into a more gentle, reassuring one. “Yeah, I imagine working at a closing store with very few customers must be quite draining. Do you enjoy life on your time off, at least?”
    His question had taken you aback, as you never gave it much thought before. Did you enjoy life on your time off? “I… I don’t know… I never made it a goal of mine.”
    Kyojuro looked both shocked and sympathetic. “That doesn’t sound very fun! You should take some time to stop and smell life’s flowers, you know?” He looked back at his friends. “Like all of us!”
    The transaction was still unfinished, and you felt completely lost. This man, this ray of sunshine, had caused you to question your life choices more than ever before. “Being a famous artist… and a part time cashier… it’s time consuming. I never have the time to make friends.”
    “Famous artist, you say? I don’t recall ever seeing you before, do you have a pseudonym online?”
    You finally rang up the items Kyojuro was purchasing. “Yeah, I’m (your username).”
    The whole party, even the normally-expressionless Giyuu and snake man, was shocked by the revelation. Of course they would be! The reason you moved to Japan in the first place was because your art had become overwhelmingly popular there, and was less favorably received back home.
    “So you’re the famous foreign artist! I never guessed you would be working in such a dump, but I guess art doesn’t guarantee a stable income. Man, I’m so glad to have met you, you have no idea how much I enjoy your unique style!”
    All the blood rushing to your cheeks made you feel lightheaded. Not only was the devilishly handsome man in front of you engaging in a thought-provoking conversation, but he was praising your life’s devotion- your art! You shyly handed him his receipt and items in the bag, and wished him on his way. “Have yourself a fantastic night! Come again very soon!”
    The party was about ready to leave, and you stared out at Kyojuro with a lovestruck smile. You thought that would be the end, until you overheard Mitsuri shout, “Uh, guys, hold on a minute! I think I left some of my makeup behind!”
    With that, the lovely lady headed towards you. Forced out of your romantic daydreams, you looked at her with a worried expression. “I’m so sorry, did I forgot to hand you one of your items?”
    She had a devilish grin on her face which gave away her intentions. “Nope, but I did forget to tell you where we’re all heading tonight. Or more specifically, where your precious Kyojuro is heading tonight~”
    You looked away, embarrassed that Mitsuri read you like a book. “You’re kidding, I just met him, don’t you think this might be a fluke?”
    She gave you a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “I have a very good sense when it comes to matchmaking. I sense a spark between you two, a spark that can ignite the flames of romance! My instincts have never been wrong before, either, so I can’t find it within myself to ignore them!” She began to write on a piece of paper, and then handed it to you. On it was her phone number, and directions to a karaoke bar called Hashira’s Eden.
    “What’s up with this?”
    “Hashira’s Eden is where we’re headed after here, we’re all buddies with the owner of this place. They’re having a contest where we all compete singing our favorite songs, and whoever does best wins 55,000 yen! Meet us there when you’re out of work. But first-” She handed you a blank sheet of paper, “Write down your favorite song- one you know the lyrics to by heart. And also your phone number and real name so we can contact each other.”
    You were surprised by the odd request, but you did as she asked, writing down your phone number, name and your favorite song. Her intentions seemed completely pure, so you put your trust into her.
    She took the paper from you and smiled brightly. “See you there, I’m rooting for you and Kyojuro!”
    Once again, you felt a warmness in your cheeks. Not only did you fall in love, but Mitsuri caught on and became your matchmaker. What little time remained on your shift felt like an eternity, since it just served as a roadblock of boredom. All that remained on your mind was the prospect of your wild night with the peculiar bunch of people you just met, especially the strong, confident man you could not help but swoon over like a lovestruck high school girl. So much so, that even Kei expressed concern over how scatterbrained you became. When you noticed her staring in a confused fashion, you sprang up and tried to look busy.
    “What are you doing? It’s time to close the shop, get your stuff and go home. I don’t want to lock you into the store, I’ve had that happen to an employee before. It wasn’t pretty.”
    You looked at the clock on the register and noticed that she was right- you were already supposed to have left five minutes ago. Truly flustered, you gathered up your belongings, zipped up your jacket, grabbed your umbrella and texted Mitsuri to let her know you were headed to Hashira’s Eden. Her directions were clear enough that finding the bar was no problem at all, but you realized it was somewhere you passed by on a near-daily basis. The only reason you never noticed before was because it was usually too early, and the boldly colored sign was not turned on.
    Upon arrival, you put your umbrella in the little caddy outside and opened the outer door. Inside, there was a man in very formal attire: black dress pants and a white button-up dress shirt with a black bow tie in front of the collar. He had bright red eyes, with an equally red tattoo around the left one, and white hair. His appearance was complemented by his equally flamboyant personality, and it became apparent he took great pride in his work. With a charming smile, he held the inner door open and gave his greetings.
    “Good evening! I, Tengen Uzui, am pleased to make your acquaintance. Please, seat yourself and have a look at our specials.”
    Once in the bar, you heard a familiar voice call out to you.
    “Hey, (y/n)! Over here!” Unsurprisingly, it was Mitsuri, who was sitting by the rest of the people you met earlier. She was patting an open seat between her and Kyojuro, to which you shyly headed towards.
    “Come on, you don’t have to act like a stranger! We already met!” Kyojuro patted your head with a gentle firmness, and just the very touch of his hand put you at ease.
    You looked around at everyone. “So, are we all taking part in this supposed contest?”
    As expected, Mitsuri was the first to answer. “You bet I am! I’m singing “The Snow White Princess is…” by MEIKO.”
    The mysterious snake man, right next to her, simply nodded and said “No.” Not much of a surprise given how antisocial he was.
    Next to him, Shinobu smiled. “Yes, Giyuu and I are performing “Butter-Fly” by Wada Kouji.” Giyuu did not look enthused at all, so much like earlier, it was apparent she was making all of the decisions for him.
    Kyojuro took a sip from his glass of sake. “I’m going to let the rest of you have the spotlight!” His response indicated he was confident he could win the contest, but did not feel the need to participate.
    Suddenly, you heard a high-pitched squeal as a microphone was turned on, the lights were dimmed, and a spotlight was placed on Uzui. “Good evening everyone, and welcome to Hashira’s Eden’s first karaoke contest! Rest assured, all contestants have had their requests duly noted and the music has been edited in time for tonight! Yes, that includes the last minute request!” You knew that was aimed towards the request Mitsuri put in for you. Uzui pulled out a piece of paper. “Our first contestants are Kouchou Shinobu and Tomioka Giyuu, performing a duet of Wada Kouji’s “Butter-Fly!” Please step forward onto the stage!”
    Everyone had moved out of the way so they could get into the center stage, and Mitsuri whispered “Break a leg out there guys!” to them.
    Shinobu was in high spirits, ready to wow the entire audience! Giyuu, on the other hand, trudged onto the stage with a tired look in his eyes, and you heard him mutter “Please be over with…” Once the music had come on, the differences of enthusiasm became even more apparent. Shinobu was singing gleefully, with well-rehearsed lyrics and choreography, while Giyuu lacked any sort of confidence and had a very stiff stance, barely moving a muscle. He also sang very quietly, if at all. You were unsure whether he was singing or just mouthing the words. The half-participation of the duet lead to mixed reactions from the audience, some people clapping and truly enjoying the performance, others being stone-cold and unamused. Once the performance ended, the audience gave a round of applause, Shinobu gave an easy stride towards her seat, and Giyuu rushed towards his, thankful he was done.
    The spotlight came onto Uzui again. “Alright guys, we’re off to a very good start. To be honest, I was expecting MUCH worse, I mean this is just a bar full of drunkards, right?” The audience laughed at the host’s remark. “Next up, Kanroji Mitsuri is going to sing us a song about love and tragedy: “The Snow White Princess is…” by MEIKO!”
    It did not occur to you before, but Mitsuri was texting you this whole time. You felt your phone vibrate, and picked it up to read what she sent.
    “Before the song begins, pretend to fall asleep, preferably on Kyojuro’s lap. Don’t question it, just do it, the two of you will get what I’m trying to accomplish once the song reaches the main chorus! ^_~”
    All that you could think was “What the heck is she up to this time?” But, since the song was about to start, you did not have much time to think about it, and just did as she asked. You did your best to convincingly act like you were passing out, and your head fell onto Kyojuro’s lap. You heard a “Huh?” come out of him upon doing so, but he did not attempt to fight it. The rest of the crew had taken notice: Shinobu could be heard giggling and even Giyuu chuckled a bit. The mysterious man did not laugh, but you heard his snake hiss a bit.
    “Do you need me to scare her awake? She seems easily frightened by me.”
    You felt Rengoku move a bit, presumably nodding his head. “No, Iguro, leave her alone. She needs to be well-rested before it’s time for her performance, and I guess I make a better pillow than the chair.”
    In a moment, the instrumental lead began, and after 20 seconds, she began to sing with great passion, memorizing every little nuance to absolute perfection. The main chorus began around a minute into the song, and though you were unaware of it at the time, Mitsuri pointed directly towards Kyojuro and you, causing the stagehands to shine the spotlight directly over towards your party.
    “Please, I wish you would wake me up with your kiss,
    And bring me out of this white coffin I’m sleeping in”
    You heard a shocked “Ahhh!” come from Kyojuro as he bent down and gave you a heavenly kiss on the lips, causing you to open your eyes. Both of your faces had turned completely red at this point, and you put your arms around him while in the spotlight. The audience was roaring at the spectacle, as they witnessed an event that seemed too perfect to be true. Once you two began to separate from the kiss, the spotlight returned back over to the vocalist, whose eyes gleamed with excitement after her plan successfully came together. She really did have the effect of Cupid’s arrow.
    You muttered to Kyojuro. “T-thank you… I thought I was pushing my luck.”
    He was looking all around, even more flustered than yourself. “It’s nothing really, if anything I was worried I was the one pushing my luck!”
    Shinobu addressed you with a bright smile. “Glad to see the Mitsuri Effect has reached you two as well! She has divine powers from the heavens, I’m certain of it.”
    Giyuu had spoken up, a rarity for him. “The crowd dictates the winner, and they’re losing it right now. Do you think you can still pull this off?”
    You were taken aback by his bluntness. “Maybe, maybe not, but in my eyes, I already won. It wasn’t about the money anyways.” You rested your head on Kyojuro’s shoulder, wishing this night would never end.
    Mitsuri did not say anything upon returning, but rather just squealed in excitement, being so obsessive over the couple she brought together that everyone else at the table felt uncomfortable, and you once again head Iguro groaning.
    “Hey, give them some space, will you? It’s not a threesome.”
    Mitsuri laughed a bit. “Sorry, you’re right. I just really enjoy tender love.”
    Everyone spoke in unison. “We know.”
    The rest of the contestants were just strangers, so your party paid them little mind. The crowd had given praise and applause, and even booed one or two really awful contestants, but none of the reactions were as explicit as they had given during Mitsuri’s performance. Some time had passed, and you heard Uzui once again.
    “Man, what a night! We had so much emotion throughout both the audience and contestants! Hard to believe it, but we’ve finally reached our last contestant: (y/n)’s performance of (your favorite song)! Come on and give us a dazzlingly flamboyant finale!”
    Your legs had turned to stone as you walked towards the stage. Not used to being the center of attention outside of art conventions, you really wanted to turn around and call it quits. But that was not an option, not when your love was in the audience, anticipating your performance along with the rest of the crowd. Once the music played, you gave it your all, conjuring up your best singing voice along with your recollection of the lyrics, and the crowd was loving every bit of it. You glanced over and saw Kyojuro had given you his thumbs up, which was louder than any other bit of praise you could receive. It was difficult to tell whether the audience would give their votes to Mitsuri or yourself, as the reactions to both were very close.
    Once you returned back to your seat, Uzui had taken the helm as host once again. “And that’s all folks! Can I get another round of applause for all our contestants who had the guts to sing their hearts out for all of us tonight?” The audience did as he asked. “Now, it’s time for you all to give your votes. The waiters will come by and give those of you that didn’t perform a ballot to fill out, so remember: your vote is limited to one performance only!”
    Time had passed, and everyone filled out their ballots for the waiters to count and return to Uzui. You saw them all converse, and then Uzui raised his microphone again. “Alright, all the votes are in and accounted for. Our winner is…” He paused dramatically, smirking at the audience’s anticipation, “Kanroji Mitsuri, the matchmaker who performed “The Snow White Princess is…” By MEIKO! Please, come up and collect your prize check!”
    Mitsuri joyfully went up to Uzui, posed for a picture, and took her check. It came as little surprise that she won, especially after causing such a wondrous scene of romance. Kyojuro turned to you.
    “We did boost her popularity, didn’t we?” He gave a hearty laugh.
    “Yeah, and I’m happy for her.”
    “Me too! She deserves it.”
    Mitsuri spoke to the party. “Excuse me for a bit, I have some business to take care of. Please stick around here for a bit, alright?”
    Everyone nodded, though there was much confusion as to what she was doing so suddenly. You decided to break the silence.
    “What do you think she’s up to?”
    Iguro sighed. “Who knows? I love her, but she’s unpredictable at times.”
    Giyuu nodded. “Yes, she is a bit of a loose cannon.”
    The conversation turned until she finally came back, and handed yet another note to you and Kyojuro. “I made arrangements for you two to stay here tonight… and the next.” She giggled. “You can’t say no because I already booked a room for two.”
    You both looked at the paper. It said “Shinjuku: Lover’s Paradise, Room 202.” You wondered why she did this, but then Kyojuro clarified.
    “Wait… this is a love hotel!”
    “A love hotel…. Is that for what I think…?”
    Mitsuri had an evil smile on her face. “Yes, and you two better make the most of it!”
    You frowned. “I’d love to… but I’ve got work tomorrow. I’ll get fired if I don’t show up.”
    Uzui laughed. “At such a desperate store? I doubt it. Mitsuri told me everything, I highly doubt Kei-Line would fire you. And if they do, you can come work for me instead! Heck, you should come work for me anyways! Just let me know when you’re ready to start!”
    “Oh, thank you!” This was a golden opportunity, considering how much you hated Kei-Line anyways.
    Kyojuro looked very embarrassed, and understandably so. He did not come across as a sleazy man, so he was probably as unfamiliar with love hotels as you were. “S-so…. Shall we get going?”
    You nodded to him, and grabbed his hand. The two of you left Hashira’s Eden and headed to Lover’s Paradise, and as for the rest, what happened in Shinjuku stayed in Shinjuku.






(Songs referenced:  [link] [link])

Tagged by a friend 

Rules:
1. Ten different favorite characters from 10 different fandoms.
2. Tag 10 different people.
Extra: Explain why those ten are your favorite.

(Note: These are in no particular order, other than Elizabeth being number 1.)

1. Elizabeth Hedervary/Hungary (Axis Powers Hetalia)
She's really the reason I ever became interested in Hetalia, which in turn made me interested in anime. Yep, I would have never became such a huge anime nerd if it weren't for her, so it should come as no surprise that I have a spot for her that is softer than a dark brown banana. She's adorable, beautiful, has motherly qualities, and can whoop anyone's ass, despite being a relatively small woman.

2. Angela Ziegler/Mercy (Overwatch)
This precious combat medic just wants the best for everyone, and does everything in her power to make the world better. On top of being absolutely beautiful, she's so pure that I don't see how anyone can dislike her.

3. Charlotte Aulin (Castlevania)
This shouldn't really come as much of a surprise, since she's been my profile picture for quite some time. What isn't there to love about her? She's cute, smart, and can seriously kick some ass with her magic spells.

4. Mitsuru Kirijou (Persona)
I'm not going to lie: When I first saw her, I thought: "Ugh, just another rich bitch type of character." She has that stoic, high-maintenance look that would you to believe she just looks down on middle-class society as peasants, and yes, she comes from the highly wealthy Kirijou family, but fortunately her disposition is nothing like that. Quite the opposite, actually. She feels at fault for problems her family caused, even though she never did anything wrong herself, and she does everything she can to help her friends, family, and society as a whole, rather than using her inherited wealth for more materialistic pursuits. It's really quite impossible to sum up her entire character to a small section like this, so take it from me, you'll want to know more about her. 

 5. Lisa Lisa/Elizabeth Joestar (JoJo's Bizarre Adventure Part 2: Battle Tendency)
Battle Tendency is easily my favorite arc in JoJo, and Lisa Lisa is one of many reasons why. Until Part 4: Diamond is Unbreakable, most women in JoJo were side characters who played negligible roles in the main story, making Lisa Lisa even more of a standout character. She kicked ass and trained Joseph to kick ass, using some very tough love on him in order for him to perfect his Hamon techniques. Keep in mind this was in the 30s too, during a time when women weren't viewed as more than housewives, and she was having none of that shit!

6. Rick Sanchez (Rick and Morty)
Honestly, is there anything to say about Rick that hasn't already been said? A condescending super-genius that says more truthful things when drunk than some people do when completely sober. He's so unlikable that he's likable.

7. Miles "Tails" Prower (Sonic the Hedgehog)
He's a small, adorable 8-year-old fox with two tails, so it's just his pure innocence that makes us all adore him, right? Ha, wrong. This badass little motherfucker is 8 YEARS OLD, and can build AIRPLANES and ROBOTS! Why the fuck isn't he in college already? He's a little 8-year-old that's accomplished more than I probably will in my entire lifetime. Yet, he's modest enough to be Sonic's little sidekick for some reason. Why is he holding himself back? Does he just wanna make the pathetic blue hedgehog feel better about himself? Does he wanna keep attention away from himself so he can plan world domination with no suspicions? Or does he just wanna lower society's expectations so no one bothers him with their petty-ass problems? We will never know...

8. Helena Douglas (Dead or Alive)
She's similar to Mitsuru, inheriting wealth but being a very gentle woman that exudes elegance. That shouldn't come as a surprise, as she is a French woman after all. She's not quite as complex as Mitsuru is, but that's because the Dead or Alive games never have super-deep stories, and don't explore character development a whole ton. That's a very good thing, though, because the last thing I need in a straightforward fighting game is to have a large story interrupt the action.

9. Chai Xianghua (Soul Calibur)
As with all the women of Soul Calibur, she is breathtakingly beautiful, and honestly looks kind of frail for someone in a fighting game. She has such an upbeat personality and isn't as hypersexualized as many of the other women in the series. On top of that, her fighting style is one of much finesse, and is just as beautiful as she herself is. I still won't get over her ending in SCIV though, she did not deserve that.

10. Filia (Skullgirls)
A cutie with a -booty- heart of gold. She's quite a standout for a character full of women with selfish desires, and of course that means that her ending as just as depressing as every other character in Skullgirls. She's huggable, and would make a perfect girlfriend, provided one could get past the menacing parasite, Samson, that acts as her hair.

Now to the people I tag: