(Disclaimer: I don't own this, Songwind owns the rights to it. I'm merely helping her, and hoping to get some reviews. My character is owned by me, and I prefer not to be called absent-minded. I am on vacation after all.)

Orientation Building, Main Assembly Room, Deux Ex City

"So you too?" A blue-haired boy said to a slightly nervous girl with blue pigtails. There was a large group of people confused and worried of what was going on. Others looked unconcerned, as if they have taken it before but came back for advanced training. They had seats and small tables, so they periodically switched seats in order to talk about what happened to make sense of it all.

"Yep. I was minding my own business and saw the 'Make me a Trainer thing". One click, and I'm there! The worst part was I fell into a well and this kind Vegeta got me out. I don't know what is with this world, it creeps me out." She said, biting her nails.

"Man, this bites! My parents will turn my room into a bar!" groaned a mohawked teen wearing a skull shirt.

"Beats being in college." A 21 year old guy said, ogling the Amelias' and Nagas'.

"I miss my dog." A 10 year old boy with black hair said.

"Fluffy!" GLOMP! "Aaaaaaugggh!" Were the sounds of a crazy fangirl choking the life out of a Sesshoumaru like no tomorrow.

"Hey, let go you crazy nut! That's my Fluffy!" said it's trainer, who was very peeved.

"Attention everyone." A calm, gentle tone said out of the discussion, as the students turned to see a young teen on the podium, waiting patiently for the talk to stop. He was 5'7" ft, and looked a bit husky, but not by much, his arms were long and lanky, but built strong. His face was pure and pale, his chin had a noble cleft, and his brown/blonde haircut reminded many of Seto Kaiba or that nerd from Pilot Candidate.

He was dressed in scientist clothing; black shoes, white lab coat, white T- shirt, black pants, and a clip-on tie. He wore thin lensed glasses that seemed to dim in the light, and what he was doing with them was giving a steel stare that seemed to quiet the room. The lights turned off and a spotlight was turned to face him, his eyes narrowed to get used to the light.

The pale professor half-grinned at the many, many faces in the audience who quickly shut up and proceeded, "Greetings, all soon-to-be or regular Bishoujo/Bishounen trainers. I am Professor Steve, Founder of the International Study of Rare Bishoujo and Bishounen Foundation. I am taking the place of Professor Hayway, who unfortunately got into a Moped accident with a reckless wild Haruko. If there's any questions or wants to go home now, please tell me now."

The crowd laughed, picturing the insane biker nailing the professor over with her moped flying off anime style with a ping. However, none of them wanted to leave just yet.

A hand was raised from a young female with blue hair made into long pigtails, "Professor, why are we there to begin with? I mean, this world is so enormous, and there's so many trainers now."

He grinned, thought for a few seconds, then came up with an answer, "A very good question. We're there to act as a liaison between worlds. As of now, the world you once knew is starting to become overpopulated, this world was created to prevent that. How was it created? By our hopes and dreams, our technology and magic forged from the past, placed on one single uninhabited planet several light-years, and then finally a teleportation sequence added from our Earth professors development plans so the world will have people to properly control the wildlife before the rest of Earth can accept it. In fact, some of the veterans you met there have been there for 15 years or so. Yes, next question before I begin my lecture."

"Professor, I heard that you're slightly delusional because you're obsessed with capturing a Megumi, why?" A boy with no life insurance asked, who heard it from a couple of trainers outside.

"Who told you that?" Several vein pops appeared on his head, showing the boy a reason to fear him, "Listen, Megumi is one of the most 'rare' types up to date. Few trainers have seen one, but they somehow get away before the ball is thrown, and it quickly dodges attacks and balls at the same time.

It is the rarest of bishoujo, a being that is so few in number that is becoming extinct. That is why I chose to devote attention to rebreed and increase the population like any preserver would. Anyone else?"

"." The audience looked at him with a blank stare, trying to understand what he said.

Steve grinned at how well they learn, and continued on, "As you are aware, there are over 4000 Bishoujo, and over 3500 Bishonen, not including halflings." He stopped as a few fanboys whistled at the number, "A-hem. Anyways, you each will be given a special device called a Bishi-Dex, similar to a Poke-Dex. Just aim, and it will not only give you info on the Bishi, but it's attacks and level. It will NOT give data on halflings, and you cannot capture halflings."

"What exactly are halflings?" A guy with short brown hair said, a little confused.

"They're sort of like.(gulp) when you and your bishi decide to have a child, only, well, the process for doing it is out of my jurisdiction." Steve said weakly, as he really didn't understand why people would want to do that. The crowd gaped, their mouths open at the thought of having you- know-what with your favorite bishi.

Pop! Pop! Two flashes of red light shot out from Steve's belt and formed to become a Washu and Megumi. Several fanboys instantly hollered, only to be fwapped by a ton of girls. Washu grinned at the attention, awhile Tsunami patiently waited for the cheers to stop. Steve looked at them blankly, a bit confused.

"Sorry, Steve, but we were getting a little winded cramped up in those primitive balls. Do you mind if we hang out?" Washu said, winding her arms for some exercise. Steve sighed in annoyance.

"Not at all. Class, these are prime examples of rare bishoujo, Washu and Tsunami from the first season, 'Tenchi Muyo'. They both have the power of summoning the Lighthawk Wings, a weapon that can reflect energy attacks back at the sender.

Their class is Goddess-type, similar to Dragon-types for Pokemon-ah oh." He stopped as he saw Washu seething, her eyes twitching, a holo-computer in front, and her fingers now typing on it. Then came the 180 lb bag of fertilizer that just "popped" out of thin air, and dropped down on Steve's head like a safe. He fell over, his eyes swirled.

"Well, that takes care of that." Washu said, turning the computer off with a grin. The crowd watched her oddly, as she turned on a new computer and a screen opened on the wall.

"Um, Miss Washu. Are you sure about this? I mean, you ko'ed our professor again. He won't be happy that we took over this lesson." Tsunami said, a bit nervous and checked Steve's pulse. Washu ^-^-ed and turned on the projector.

How to Train your Bishi RIGHT!
By "Little" Washu

( Three fourths of the crowd face-faulted, then several cried from the pain.)

It was a spring morning in the park, as Washu calmly walked alongside Skuld, who of course was anxious to fight.

"Come on, Washu! I need the experience!" Skuld wailed, really upset. Washu stopped and got out a chart that covered 1/3 of the screen.

"Greetings and welcome to Training 101! I'm Little Washu and this is my companion, Skuld! This recording is to show new trainers the "proper" way to treat your bishies." Washu said, on the right side, wearing her Great Teacher Washu uniform. Skuld come on the other side, a bit confused. "To start off with, we will first talk about the physics of this new world."

(Scene transforms into a abandoned part of the park, a fangirl with long, blonde, wavy hair and a Mirai Trunks T-shirts staring at her bishi-ball, a evil smile is shown on her face)

Evil Girl: Come out! Teen Trunks! (The ball hits the ground and the dashing bishonen after the Buu Saga appears, a bit tired)

Trunks: Huh? Where am I? Aaaaughh! (Gets glomped)

Evil Girl: (crushing his bones) I luuuuuuv you! You are so handsome and cute and brainy and smart and blah,blah,blah (the scene reverts back to a annoyed Washu)

Washu put her hand on her head, and counted to 10, then smiled, "As you can see, the physics of this world are very different from TV shows. It's like a computer program with a few minor glitches at the most. If you squeeze too tight, your Bishi may have problems battling or faint in the process. We prefer a handshake or a loose hug when being greeted by our trainers. You may notice facefaulting, sweatdrops, vein pops and other anime things, in which came with the world. Don't be surprised if you look like a manga drawing when you argue with a bishi created from one."

"Ohhh, I see it's one of your training videos." Skuld said, poking the screen back and forth touching nothing. Washu calmly nerve-pinched her, knocking the sap unconscious.

"As I was about to do, is to give you all a load-down on types and weapons." (A new chart opens up revealing several bishounen and bishoujo trapped inside green tubes filled with purple liquid, Washu appears and walks down the the area taking notes)

Washu: This is my lab, built directly inside my bishi-ball. It is there I examine my experiments in which are the "patients" from our clinic. Sad to say, I can only keep them for three hours then they are returned to their owners nice and safe. But business always booms, so I always have a fresh batch to test and experiment new theories and look into their minds using my advanced technology. You can say I know a ton of locations to where their villages lie.

(The test tubes open, the liquid pours out and the bishis look healthy and decent)

Inuyasha: (has no red robe, tired and exhausted from many battles) Kagome..

Washu: Sit boy! (Inu-Yasha become unconscious) Sometimes bishies wake up too soon, so I have to knock them out. Otherwise the ball would overflow. It's sort of a glitch in the system, but I'm already saying too much. Now for the types.

Washu: The main types are Demon, Demon Hunter, Mythical, Ancient, Insane, Magic, Weapon-type, Angel, Mech, Fusion Mech (like EVAs), Defensive, Ground Fighter, Sky Fighter, Techno, and Goddess. No doubt Steve has told you of how rare Goddesses are, most of us were killed by a human army who were convinced we were the next Mewtwo. Luckily, several dozen survived and bore children that grew into Samas. The rest are merely based on what attacks or abilities your bishi has.

(The scene changes to Washu standing inside a Weapon's shop, holding a megaphone, yes, that's right, a megaphone)

Washu (her voice breaking several windows) I'm there with Mr. Goroburo, the owner of this impressive establishment. Mr. Goroburo, what can you tell us about the importance of these weapons?

(A middle-aged man, with a black beard comes close, his expression a bit sour. Maybe from hearing Washu's voice being magnified a hundred-fold.)

Goroboro: (whispers) Psst. What's my motivation again?

Washu: (vein pops) Skuld needs some weight on her hammer, that's about 1900 credits to your account.

Goroburo: Oh. Well, (scratches beard) I give these state of the art weapons to Bishoujo and Bishonen for them to use in battle. Apparently they act as a power boost to the owner, sometimes allowing them to evolve during a battle. Other times it enhances their defense powers/ speed/ or intelligence stats.

Washu: How so?

Goroburo: (takes out a pair of Kodachis) These increase defense. (drags in a Zanbatou) This their strength. (Shows a Scepter) Magic increase. You name it, I've got it. For a fair amount of credits of course.

Washu: (half snoring) Ah uh.

(The scene shifts back to Washu and the large chart)

"Hello again, follow trainers. Right now as you can see, I'm trying to revitalize my companion. It appears I'll need her to show how the differences of Bishoujo and Bishonen combat is like." Washu smiled, awhile trying to wake up Skuld with smelling salts.

"I'll take care of it Washu." Tsunami's calm voice said offscreen, and then appeared on the left side. Washu's face scoffed, but stayed silent.

(Tsunami closes her eyes as the scene shifted to a gym of some sort.)

Tsunami: This is a Bishoujo Gym, perhaps twice as big as a normal Bishonen gym. Why it's so big is so Mech Fighters can summon their robots to do battle, instead of fighting head-on like Bishonen. That, and there's the Shi No Kami (not Shinigami, baka dubbers. You might as well say Duo is a God from a rice cooker.) Building Squad office that repairs the arena every 20 minutes. There's also a couple malls in each city, and dollar stores where you can get cheap food easy.

There's many, many places for training than there are for bishonen, but Bishonen get the better advanced exercise modules. Bishoujo get VR training, so they don't damage the place too much. Sir, can you give us a laydown on the differences of Bishoujo and Bishonen battles? (refers to a guy with wild red hair and fake slashes on his eyes)

Gym Leader Erik: Sure. In Bishonen gyms, they have punching bags, treadmills, the works for the super powerful males. But for Bishoujo, only the best in technique sharing, massage therapy, VR simulations, and weapons trainers. We believe in near-perfect equality, even though some are a bit gender-breaking. (A Ranma comes in with his trainer, and a vat of cold water hits him, turning him into a girl. She proceeds using the VR simulator. Erik sweatdrops.)

Sometimes trainers use sign language or body language when battling, so the bishi knows what to do. We also give out free DVD's every morning to trainers so they can examine their enemies strong and weak points. A grounded Bishi can usually perform a long range attack with the right weapon, and when mechs are defeated, the person inside is also defeated. That is how we run the rules from LSS-sama.

A horde of fanboys: (notice her) Hey! It's a wild Tsunami, get her!

Tsunami: Whoops. (disappears, the scene goes back to Washu, the Chart, a knocked out Skuld, and a out-of-breath Tsunami)

"Please tell me it's over." Panted Tsunami, clutching her legs from the massive scramble for safety from the five dozen bishoujo fighters. Washu wagged her finger left to right.

"Nope! We just have one more stop, inside a Bishonen/Bishoujo Village. That way we can make sure that these guys wouldn't try to go in one." Washu said, but suddenly Skuld woke up and her head hit Washu's, knocking her out.

"I volunteer for this mission!" Skuld said, grinning evilly.

(The scene changes once again to a small town that is made of lumber. Kojis, Takuyas, Matts and many of the DD Bishies walk in and out of the buildings. Skuld is in a Yolei Disguise, although the glasses keep slipping off her nose) Skuld: (trying to fix them) Geez, these things drive me nuts! Oh, and Hi! I'm in DigiVille, a Digimon Colony. No digimon as you can see, but the locals have their own way of fighting. It's really quite interesting.

(the camera shifts to reveal two Sans, a Matt and a Tai who are dueling against each other. Basically, Season 1 lookalikes)

Tai: Sora's mine you jerk! (Throws a punch)

Matt: (catches the fist and gives a uppercut) No mine! We're destined for each other!

Tai: Liar! (pounces and rapidly punches him)

Skuld: As you can see, survival of the fittest. No yaoi there girls and boys, just plain straight love. Anyways, we'll continue by interviewing a local.

Yamaki: (walks by, but Skuld grabs his shoulder) Little girl, I suggest you let go before you get hurt. I have Digimon to destroy, enterprises to run.

Skuld: Rrrrriiiigghht. Anyways, I'm just doing a project for our bishi school. Can you answer a few questions?

Yamaki: (takes out a lighter) What the heck, I might as well.

Skuld: What level are you?

Yamaki: A silly question. I'm a Sama, and I carry a gun with me as standard issue.

Skuld: How do you feel towards trainers?

Yamaki: (face turns red and he immediately lets out a barrage of swears that cannot be filtered)

Skuld: (sweatdrops) Okayyyy. Can you tell me the process to what happens to trainers who end up there?

Yamaki: (stops swearing and regains posture) Simple. Our scouts (the frontier group) are endlessly watching over every foot of our territory using our tree-hangouts. Should a trainer came in, they will spirit- digivolve, knock out their bishies and then bring them to our holding rooms. Escape is nearly impossible.

The same goes to every village on this world, and thanks to our contract with the humans, we now own tranquilizer rifles to prevent insane ones from breaking out. Our interrogators are not so friendly as we are, they will make the trainer fear them, break his/her spirit and then erase their memories of ever setting foot. We also torture their bishies, make them doubt each other, make them hate each other, and soon they'll fight each other for no good reason.

Skuld: I see. Well, I got to go now, see ya! (leaves, but her wig falls off)

Yamaki: (picks up the wig puzzled) That's odd, since when are Yolei's.Intruder Alert!

(Searchlights turn on and alarms billow. Dozens of Tamers, Digidestined and Chosen pick up their tranquilizers and spread out clearing every piece of grass. A yelp is heard, and a barrage of darts shoot out at the source. However, it appears to be a Davis, who tripped on a root. The small army drag him back, and Skuld using her stealth-combat suit, steps out of the shadows and leaves the site)

(Back to the site with Tsunami, the now revived Washu, courtesy of Tsunami's healing powers, the screen and a hyped up Skuld)

"That was great! Did you see the look on their faces!" Skuld giggled with laughter. Tsunami and Washu sweatdropped.

"Sure, whatever Skuld. Next up is easy cash, a simple thing that requires no scene change." Washu said, taking out Steve's bishi-dex. "The bishi-dexes need to be updated constantly, due to new shows and anime popping up every month. Trainers who enlisted from Prof. Steve have the chance to earn $4 per every bishi you record on your dex. Say you get stats on 50 bishies and hand them in, you get 200 bucks in the process. A hundred, $400. In just a few years, you can become filthy rich just by using your dex. You could start up a business by doing that, just like we did." She gestured over to the large clinic on wheels. "If you find a bishi not on your dex, take a picture and send it over. We will first research then reward you with $500 for your efforts. And if any of you capture a rare bishi on your dex like Megumi, you get $1000 for your efforts." She grinned playfully.

"Oh, and if any of you trainers manage to get your bishi from Chibi to San to Sama, let us know. We pretty much believe it's experience with a weapon or avenging one's pain that causes them to evolve." Skuld ^_^ed again.

A black screen covered up the movie, with the words "THE END".

Washu and Tsunami smiled, and applauded at the ending. The students looked baffled, confused, and a bit scared now about what they got themselves into.

"Aaarrggh. What hit me?" Steve said, getting to his feet, readjusting his glasses on his nose. Washu walked up and whispered in his ear, Steve turned beet red. "What? In front of everyone? How embarrassing." He said in a hushed tone, his cheeks bright red. He then straightened up and eyed the slightly petrified class and calmly asked, "Okay, all that's left is for you to do is get some blood transferred so you can use your bishie balls. Please move in a orderly fashion to the left room, experienced trainers can go to the right for some free BBQ and soda."

"Free bandages and neo-spirin right there! Only a dollar for both!" Sang Skuld, dressed up like a Bishi Center Nurse, carrying a tray filled with Band-Aids and medicine tubes. Instantly a wild mob of fanboys grabbed the tray and took every piece of merchandise on it, kissing her and hugging her like crazy, In the end, she was 80 bucks richer and a bit winded, with kiss marks all over her face. Washu grinned, Steve moaned and complained about his headache and his newfound odor.

'Once again, a perfectly decent meeting between a trainer and bishi.' Tsunami thought to herself as she watched the trainers converse with each other and talked about the training video, 'But how long before the halfling invasion begins spreading? Will we be ready? I fear the worst is about to happen soon.'