The Yang to His Yin ࿊ ☾𖤓 ( A Lord Shen X Female Reader: Kung Fu Panda 2)

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(A/N's Note): Hello hello friends and welcome to the second pre-released next chapter in the story! I couldn't leave you all on a cliffhanger like that now could I? I do hope you all enjoy this one but be warned, you may need some tissues! Enjoy reading~ A~ xoxo
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Y/N strode toward the Furious Five, her staff gripped tightly in her hands, determination etched on her face. Her heart pounded in her chest, but she remained resolute. She could feel the weight of the battle on her shoulders, but with Shen at her side, she believed they could win. As she approached, the air around her seemed to grow colder, tension thickening in the space between her and her enemies.

It was Tigress who broke the silence. Standing tall amidst her comrades, she let out a low, mocking laugh. "Are you really that easily fooled?" she sneered, her voice dripping with disdain. "Shen must've corrupted your mind pretty badly. You think he's taught you everything, don't you? But he hasn't. You don't even know what you're really fighting for."

Y/N narrowed her eyes, confusion flickering across her face. "What are you talking about, Tigress?" she demanded, her voice steady, but a sliver of doubt crept in.

Tigress's lips curled into a sinister smile. "You're blind, Y/N. You're nothing but a pawn in Shen's game."

Before Y/N could fully process the words, Tigress moved like lightning, faster than Y/N had anticipated. With a powerful strike, Tigress landed a devastating blow, her fist crashing into Y/N's torso. The force of the impact sent Y/N flying backward, her body slamming into the hard stone wall of the ancestral home with a sickening thud. The breath was knocked out of her, pain shooting through her entire body.

Mei Ling, who had been watching from a nearby rooftop, saw Y/N fall and immediately sprang into action. With graceful precision, she leaped down from the roof, landing beside Y/N in an instant. "Y/N!" Mei called out, worry etched across her face. She knelt by her side, checking for injuries. Y/N groaned softly, trying to sit up, but the pain coursed through her body, her vision swimming.

At the same time, Shen, who had been fighting off several warriors on the other side of the battlefield, spotted Y/N's fall. His eyes widened, fear flashing across his usually composed face. "Y/N!" he squawked, rushing toward her with rapid, determined strides. He knelt beside her, his wings gently touching her arm. "Are you alright? Talk to me."

Mei Ling looked up at Shen, her expression serious but reassuring. "I'll take care of her, Shen. She'll be fine. Go, you have to deal with the warriors. They're not going to wait."

Shen hesitated, his gaze shifting between Y/N and the approaching enemies. "I can't leave her," he said, voice strained, torn between his duty and his concern for Y/N.

Mei Ling's voice became more urgent. "Shen! She's strong. She can handle it. But you—you have to end this fight. Now!"

Reluctantly, Shen stood, his grip tightening on his sword. With one last look at Y/N, he ascended into the air, his wings catching the wind as he soared above the battlefield. His shadow passed over the warriors below, his eyes locked onto his targets. He would make sure none of them stood a chance.

Mei Ling turned back to Y/N, helping her to her feet. "Are you okay? Can you stand?"

Y/N winced but nodded, brushing herself off. She picked up her staff from where it had fallen, her grip on it tight. "I'm fine," she insisted, though the pain still lingered. "Where's Shen?"

"He's going after the warriors," Mei Ling explained, her gaze scanning the battlefield.

Panic shot through Y/N. She could feel it rising in her chest, tightening her throat. "No—he can't do this alone. He needs me," she said frantically, her eyes darting around as if searching for him. She started to run, her legs shaky but driven by adrenaline.