Not Hopless

Let's get this strait, this is a crossover, but I am putting it here in the Animorphs section because it will most likely get the most views here. It is a crossover between Animorphs and (what else) Guyver, but there are a few differences I would like to bring to light, let's just say, Megamorphs 2 never happened. And Chronos, well, I guess I don't even have to say anything because this is in English, and know one who would read from the Animorphs section knows what does in the latest issue of Guyver, (no offence)

I do not own Guyver, or Animorphs. I would like to own Guyver, I would also like to be a Guyver, but neither is going to happen so let's get on with the story.

Beware of gore, this ain't ratted R for nothing.

Not Hopeless.

Prologue

The white-haired man continued his slow movement through the seemingly peaceful scene, but my troops and I knew of his soon-to-be ill met fate. One of my men looked at me, I nodded, and the Hork-bajir waved to two more troops near but just out of site. I love it when a plan comes together, and obviously, this would be one of those times. The longhaired human stepped out of the shadows and began to walk toward our target. The man supposedly ran a very dangerous company, one that was so well hidden that not one human knew of it's existence. One of our operatives had been planted into the one who claimed this, and said it to be false, but still, this human had many valuable resources… resources that would soon belong to us.

The man once known as Masaki Murakami slowly approached his superior. Archanfel was not surprised by him clearing his throat for attention, he wouldn't be, he could tell he had been brought. "What do you have for me Mirabilis?"

The thirteenth zoalord bowed, "Archanfel-san, I have successfully infiltrated the invaders' databanks, and…" Mirabilis chose his next words carefully. "Although they have discovered a large number of races that depend on living ships, they have not come into contact with, or found evidence of the Gods or their exploits."

The white haired man sighed, "And have you received any information on these invaders?"

"Yes Archanfel-san, they appear to be a race of mind controlling parasites tha-" Mirabilis paused for a second, and his blank expression, hidden behind his sunglasses was given away by the slightest hint of a frown. "I'm glad you think this is so funny. So far I have catalogued six different races they hold sway over, including many humans. After I gave them the proposal as you instructed me to, they had one of their kind invade my skull."

If one could describe Archanfel's reaction to the mind controlling parasite concept could be considered laughter, then what he was displaying now could only described as pure mirth. He couldn't understand it, in his full 3,294,053 years of existence; the seemingly young man had never experienced this sensation before. His side hurt, his throat hurt, but it was still enjoyable none the less. Archanfel calmed himself, wiped a tear from his eye, silently vowed to indulge in such emotions more often, and continued. "You did kill it, right?"

The long haired terminator wanna-be nodded, "The instant it was in. Tell me, will Balcas be able to remove it before it begins to rot?"

I blinked slowly; the plan was for this man named Murakami to explain to his employer the situation. Why would the white haired man be laughing? This wasn't adding up, not making sense, this Archanfel was supposed to either be forced to join us, or come willingly, in fear of the former. And yet… he was laughing! Of all things, of all possible outcomes, he was laughing at our demands? What the hell is going on? I looked to the Hork-bajir next to me, "Signal the other two, we'll take him by force."

He nodded and gave a signal to the others, as the four of us dashed out of the shadows and leveled our dracon beams on the intended target. Three Hork-bajir troops, and I stood, ready to claim the next prize.

"There is something else you shou-" Iarkum Mirabilis could make out four figures, one human, and three of a species he had catalogued earlier.

Archanfel smiled, "Tell me Mirabilis, these creatures intend to take over the Earth. How strong are they?"

The dark haired man's expression remained an emotionless mask, "They have superior numbers, though their main troops seem to have a fair share of altered DNA, they are Inferior. I standard Ramotith could kill five before they could stop it."

The white haired youth crossed his arms, his eyes betraying a hint of disappointment, "Well then, I'll leave them to you."

And with that, Archanfel teleported away, back to the Ark, where he could think in the silence.

I could feel my hands shake and my eyes grow sore from bulging the way they did. He just… disappeared! This wasn't possible! It can't be! How? How could he just… "You! You did this! You scum! You set us up!"

As I stood there shouting at him, Murakami raised a hand and brushed a lock of hair out of his line of sight. "You are truly a fool if you think you can take this Earth. Do you honestly think you can take something so precious from its owners?" How can I explain the horror I felt when he too disappeared? This was not going to be seen well with my superiors. I felt a sudden surge of heat coming from my right, and I turned to look. There, on the ground lay two Hork-bajir; their blood gushed out of their bodies to flow amongst the organs that once resided in the space now occupied by a gapping hole. I heard a screech from behind me, and as I turned I saw my dear team mate, held up by our new enemy, he held her by the scull, hoisting her up like a fisherman displaying a his catch. Those cold eyes just stared at me from behind those dark glasses, like a demon. His arm contorted as he squeezed, and I could hear the wretched cracking as he crushed her scull and stained his gloved had with her blood.

I fired, what else was I to do? The green bolt of energy lanced into the Japanese bastard. And stopped. It… it stopped, a small green orb, just hanging there, not moving but just waiting until it dispersed. Murakami sneered at me, an expression that scared me far more than that blank expression ever could. He raised his bloody right hand over his left shoulder. "No one can claim this world." He stated, "Earth belongs to ARCHANFEL!!!!!!" I felt a something hit my jaw, like tempered steel. I heard to snaps, the first sent pain jolting up from my jaw, the second brought a numbness to the rest of my body. And as I fell to the ground, with my chin turned all the way over my shoulder, I knew this would be my last sight. The woods, a bird of prey flying over head, the Earth's sun rising over the horizon, and that dark, uncaring face I could see reflected in the water.

"Earth belongs to Archanfel." Mirabilis said again as he wiped a small bit of blood of his slender face. "And God have mercy on whoever thinks otherwise."

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