A/N: This is our first joint fic. . . and we seem to be having fizzy bubbly fun with it. That's what happens at sleep overs where you're talking about anime at insane hours of night. Akimi seems to be the more mushy of the two of us, while Kazzma prefers to leave everything to the imagination. (Or to the middle of the frickin story). Any ways. . . forgive our slang, for we're just two crazy American teenagers. All of Kazzma's authors notes are in [ ] these thingies, and Akimi's are in { } these thingies.

This is a crossover fic of: Neon Genesis Evangelion/Digimon/Pokemon/Final Fantasy 7/Final Fantasy 8/ Tenchi Muyo/Sailor Moon/Gundam Wing/ and the fantasy worlds of Yukiko, Yumeko, Akimi, and Mei Tenshi.

If you're a Sakura/Tenchi, Ayeka/Tenchi, Washu/Tenchi, or Sasami/Tenchi (sick as it is) shipper stay far, far away.

If you're a Gary/Misty, Tracey/Misty, or Gary/Misty shipper star far, far, far away.

If you're anything but a Jessie/James shipper, you should also stay far, far away.

And that is just about it for this part of the fic! Oh, wait!! We don't own any of the characters in this part of the fic. In fact, we own nothing but the plot and out wonderful pens, paper, and the binder we're keeping it in. Okee, on with the story!!! (Sorry that took so frickin long)

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"You stay away from Tenshi! Ayeka, he's mine, do you hear me?!?!?!" exclaimed Ryoko as she swung a broom at Princess Ayeka, and hit her on the head with it.

Tenchi walked out from the kitchen. He took in the scene, sighed, and then sweatdropped. "Those two. . ." he muttered.

"What's that, Tenchi?" Sasami asked, looking up from the carrots she was chopping. While she wasn't looking, Ryo-ohki stole a carrot.

"Nothing," replied Tenchi. "Ryoko, Ayeka, can't you two ever get along?" he asked, sweatdropping again.

Ryoko suddenly appeared clinging to Tenchi's shoulder. "Of course, sweetheart. We can do anything for you."

Ayeka, Sasami, Ryo-ohki, Tenchi, Kyone, Mihoshi, and Yosho all sweatdropped at this. Ryoko. When suddenly, *ZAP* and *POOF* Tenchi and Ryoko disappeared in a silver, sparkly cloud with blue stars.

"Where did Ryoko just take Tenchi?!?!" Ayeka screamed, and everyone sweatdropped.

Meanwhile, in a far away dimension, Tenchi and Ryoko appeared in front of a large, nice, hotel called The Anime Inn.

"Should we go in, Tenchi?" Ryoko asked, looking at Tenchi.

"Yeah, but before we go in, there's somethin' I really gotta tell you, Ryoko," Tenchi replied nervously, shifting his weight to his left foot.

"What is it, Tenchi?"

"Ryoko, I. . . I. . ." Tenshi got down on one knee and took Ryoko's hands in his. "Ryoko, I love you! I've always loved you, ever since the first time I saw you. This whole thing with Sakuya, I can explain. Here's the deal: Sakuya wants to be a romance movie director. She wanted me to co-star with her. She doesn't really like me. In fact, we really can't stand each other. I love YOU, Ryoko, only you! You're the only one for me! I love you! I love you! I love you! Tenchi kissed Ryoko's hand at least 100 times.

"Tenchi, I. . ." Ryoko began, and blushed. "Tenchi, I'm so glad you care for me like this. . ."

Tenchi stood up and put a finger to Ryoko's lips. "Ssshhh. Don't say anything. Just come inside with me." He offered Ryoko his arm, and she tooki it. Tenchi led her inside and they got a room so that they could discuss the matter further. { Oh no you perv! Not that! They're not that perverse, like you. They're saving themselves for when they get married. You sicko!}

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"Ash! Can't you just pay me for my bike so I can get away from you?!?!" Misty yelled, turning red.

"Well, Misty, I'm just a tiny bit broke at the moment," Ash half-yelled at her.

"Stop fighting! You're acting like seven-year-olds!" Tracey added to the commotion.

"STAY OUT OF IT, TRACEY!!!" Ash and Misty yelled in unison, turning from each other to face him. He put his hands up in retreat.

Ash and Misty faced each other and started yelling random words, when *ZAP and *POOF* Ash and Misty disappeared in a white silvery glitter cloud with gold stars.

Tracey blinked a few times, looking at the spot between two tall tree's where Ash and Misty had been.

Meanwhile, in an alternate dimension, Ash and Misty appeared in front of a large, extravagant hotel called the Anime Inn.

:How did we get here?!?! Is this your idea of a sick joke?!?!" Misty said, more worriedly than angrily.

"Well, no. I was thinking the same thing about you," Ash said, also worriedly.

"So, should we go in?" Misty asked, looking at Ash with sincere eyes.

"Umm, okay," Ash said, his voice shaking.

The two looked at each other nervously, and Misty's hand searched for Ash's for strength. They looked at each other again and walked into the hotel, unaware of the adventure ahead.

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"Prepare for trouble!" Came Jessie's voice.

"Make it double!" James was next.

"To protect the world from devastation!"

"To unit all peoples within our nation!"

"To denounce the evils of truth and love!"

"To extend our reach to the stars above!"

"Jessie!"

"James!"

"Team Rocket blast off at the speed of light!"

"Surrender now, or prepare to fight!"

Meowth fell in from nowhere, "Meowth, that's right!"

"Oh no! Who are you and what do you want from me!?!?" cried the little girl.

"We're just here for your Clefairy," Jessie said, eye fixed on the little girl's pokemon, Clefairy.

"No, please!! Don't take Clefairy! If you want, you can have my Rattata!! Just please let me keep Clefairy!!! PLEASE!" the girl shrieked, clinging to Clefairy. She let Rattata out of it's pokeball.

When suddenly, *ZAP* and *POOF* Jessie and James disappeared in a sparkly black cloud with shiny red stars.

"Hey, where'd they go" Meowth asked, looking around.

The little girl jumped up and cried out for joy. "Yay!" she squealed. She put Clefairy and Rattata back in their pokeball's, and ran off leaving Meowth in a confused and distorted state.

Meanwhile, in the other dimension that we already talked about, Jessie and James appeared in front of, guess where. Yep, you guessed it, The Anime Inn.

"The Anime Inn? What is this?? I hope they keep lots of rare pokemon. . ." Jessie muttered, walking toward the entrance of the Anime Inn.

"Wait a minute, Jessie!" James cried, and grabbed Jessie's right arm, just as she was opening the door.

"Yes, James?"

"We don't have to steal pokemon here! We're in another dimension!" James said excitedly.

"Really?" Jessie said with equal excitement.

"Lemme finish! We can even pretend like we don't belong to Team Rocket! Let's go shopping! Buy new clothes!! And get make overs!! And buy prom dresses!!" James exclaimed. His eyes started doing the little anime-shaky-thing, and he put his fists up underneath his chin. {What an anime character!}

(Hmm. . . he isn't man enough for me. Too bad, I liked him, too. Oh well, as long as we're shopping, I can pick up some hot guys while I'm there. James won't mind. He'll probably do it with me.) Jessie thought to herself. "Well, okay James, but first let's get a place to stay. Come on, let's go in," Jessie said and entered.

(I hope she thinks I'm man enough for her now! I just love Jessie! I couldn't live if she didn't love me back! I'll make sure we get a room together so I can be with her!) James thought. His eyes did the little anime-heart-thing. {Like I said, what an anime character!}

They walked inside, got a room, and that's that for now. They respect each other's privacy. They also decided to sleep in separate beds. {So don't go getting any sick ideas, you nasty freak!} [Stop yelling at the readers. . . they'll give up on the story. . . ]



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A/N: We'd love to know what you think. Review the story, or e-mail me (Kazzma) at mei_tenshi@vampirehunter.com We'll try to have a few parts up every week, until it's finished. And if we don't get at least one up a week, you can bop us both with a large Kendo Stick!! Any and all flames will be used to light the fire that we're going to burn all of the popular girls of our school with, some will be used to light candles, and others will be used to burn houses of flamers down. So flaming truly is pointless. . . we want CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, not flames. Have a good day!!