Okay everyone. This is a fic that is purely for your enjoyment. Each week, or, whenever I can manage, I will post new chapters. They won't be connected in any way, but each one will be a unique crossover anime/game versus match, written by me. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I will enjoy writing it. Each battle will be unique. And yes, there will be a winner and a loser.

First thing. No flaming me for the result of each battle. After reviewing my research and my experience, I will determine the winner. Now I'm a teen-age visual artist. I can take criticism. So by all means if you have a suggestion that would improve my writing, then I would be grateful of you.

Second. I will undoubtedly run out of Ideas for match ups. Any good match ups you can think of, Post them in your review, and, as long as you're signed in, I'll be sure to credit you for your idea.

And now it's Time for the first match up.

Battle #1

Canti (FLCL OAV)

Vs.

Karas (Karas OAV)

It was late evening. The cool mist of the setting sun had masked the curiosity of this strange town. The extreme angle of the solar glare on the horizon cast a dark silhouette of a giant iron. A man sat on a hillside overlooking the peaceful spectacle. With him was a young girl with white hair.

"Don't let your guard down," she warned, averting her gaze to meet his stalwart hazel-brown eyes.

She said this, but Yurine herself was engrossed with the view, and the calm of this Nowhere-Ville was haunting.

Otoha sat, his brows furrowed with concentration. "So, you're sure this place has Youkai?"

"Without a doubt," she replied. "Their aura is slightly different, but it's evil nonetheless."

Otoha glanced out over the sunset and sighed. "I guess even beauty has its guises…"

Yurine's posture straightened. "It's coming this way," She began, lowering her head. "But it's a long way off. Be ready."

Otoha, soon to become Karas stood. "And so we go…"

One foot in front of the other. Rinse, lather, repeat. This, among most everything, was the daily repetition of life. The days meshed into one long blob of dreary playback. The cool summer nights were usual. And that was just fine….

For most.

But to Naota, this life didn't suite him. He lived in a town were nothing ever happened. Everything was normal. He was condemned to a life of pointless mediocrity. Behind him, a robot-like being carried a girl in a blue sweatshirt, with red hair. "Hey Ta-kun, how much longer huh?" said the nasally voice of Mamimi, another part of this town he felt impartial towards.

It wasn't his Idea to bring her along. He had run into her right before he left, and his father insisted they go together. His one place to stop and think, and now Mamimi was invading that too. He glanced back at the sunset as he climbed the hillside. Its deep crimsons and vibrant hues of cadmium would have dazzled anyone, but to Naota, the View's stunning beauty had blurred together with his daily routine, and it seemed, once again, normal.

He reached the top and Canti put the girl down gently. The dark blues of the opposite sky met his gaze as his feet leveled onto a flat plane. It wasn't really a hill, but more of a plateau, measuring about three hundred square meters. He scanned the hilltop, and spotted something that wasn't normal. There were two people standing there, looking right at him; focused.

They appeared to be waiting for him. There was a taller man with a long trench coat, and a younger girl with silver hair and strange goggles.

She pointed, not at him, but at Canti. "That's the one," she said. Canti appeared puzzled, as a question mark blinked several times upon his monitor.

Naota stared at her unchanging vexing gaze. "What do you want with Canti?" He asked quizzically.

"Your friend is an evil entity, and must be destroyed."

Naota stared at Canti. He was a medical Mechanica after all. But how did she know that? "Wait," he said, sweat beading on his brow, "Canti is friendly. He wouldn't hurt anyone!"

Yurine snapped her finger into place, and Otoha crouched in his battle stance. "That's beside the point. If it was created with the intent of evil, it must be destroyed."

"But Canti-" He began to shout, but was cut off. Canti grabbed Naota's shoulder and pushed him gently back with Mamimi. That's when he knew.

Canti was going to fight.

"Once there are ten it was fall. Sway, to and fro, sway." Yurine raised her head, her hair pins flickering with spiritual energy.

And so it begins.

"Ekae, Karas," she Spoke the last words in a metallic two toned vocalization. Otoha took out his strange organic wristwatch, as the eye beaded and blinked, staring longingly into the sky. He thrust it forward and was immediately engulfed in a spectrum of light and color. A circular disk appeared in front of him, nearly blinding in its ambience. Without a second thought, Otoha stepped through it, the energy pulsing through his veins.

The first thing Naota saw was the fist, erupting out of the disk. It was covered in a resilient metallic substance that seemed to almost glow with cool and subtle auras and hues. The Armor was kind of scaly, and looked almost reptilian. As the rest of the body came into focus, it was something, the likes of which Naota had never seen. The armor flowed from head to foot, and appeared to be like an extension of the body. The helm was plated in strips, and was the spitting image of a fierce crow. He wielded a Japanese-style Katana, but, glancing at Canti, Sheathed it.

He glanced at Yurine, who nodded in approval. Canti was weaponless, and, even though to them, he was an evil spirit in need of extermination, Otoha remained an honorable warrior.

And then it started. Karas made the first move. He dashed across the field, quickly closing the distance between the two. Canti clumsily put his arms in front of him to guard.

Too slow. Karas easily knocked back Canti's arms and slammed him Right in the chest. He landed in a crumpled heap nearly eight meters away. Karas sped over and before the Robot could even land, Karas kicked him square in the Monitor. Canti impacted the dirt, unmoving. There was a Second of silence, as the still was broken. Canti sheepishly got to his feet, covered in dirt, scrapes, dings, and dents.

Karas Marveled at this thing's ability to even still move after a hit like that. He remained still, but underneath his mask there was an unmistakable grin.

Canti charged, limping slightly, at Karas with a fist at the ready. Karas effortlessly caught the fist, sidestepped, and elbowed Canti in the Back, hard. There was a sizable dent as Canti fell, covered in dirt, into the grass. Anyway you put it, he was just to slow. Karas reared up and prepared for the final blow. Canti, after falling once, managed to drag himself to his feet.

Karas stared at his distorted reflection in its cracked screen. Then he charged at full speed, his fist reared back, the energy surrounding it almost visible.

Naota watched horrified from the sidelines. Tears began brimming at the edges of his eyes. He couldn't take it anymore. "Canti!" he shouted, as he charged into the Battle.

He reached Canti a second before Karas Did. There was a flash of light, and an indescribable blur of teeth and eyes.

The dust cleared.

Canti was in a powerful stance, clutching Karas's outstretched fist. Otoha was speechless. How? How is it possible?

The strange being was Shining, no longer the scraped and dented aqua, but a deep, crimson red. It was also completely undamaged. It reeled, and punched Karas, sending him into the ground.

The hit knocked the wind out of his body. In an instant, the being before him had dramatically changed. Gone was the clumsy unsure mess that he was pulverizing. It was replaced with an unmoving, fierce challenger.

The fight had changed from a slaughter, to Battle.

The odds had shifted. Canti Plowed towards Karas with new-found speed and grace. He hit him with an uppercut. Karas blocked, the two metals grinding and sparking. Canti Crouched down and spun a kick at Karas's legs. Karas did a back-flip, and narrowly avoided the hit. Canti grabbed his leg, and, almost effortlessly through Karas across the field. Karas, shocked and amazed at Canti's new found tenacity, stumbled to his feet. Canti thundered into the seen and slammed Karas right under the chest. A haze of spit spewed from the mouth grating.

No, thought Karas. He batted Canti's fist to the ground, and did a powerful flip kick, catching Canti in the Jaw. He flew into the air and landed with a bone shattering thud.

Otoha knew what came next. The familiar Golden Disk appeared behind him. Diving through it, he emerged as a flying machine, rich in detailed scales and armor plating. It hovered for a second, and then blasted off into the air. It did a barrel role and banked inward, back towards the ground.

Canti, Brushing himself off from the last Attack, Looked up. An exclamation mark blinked on his screen, flashing in sheer panic. Karas Open Fired, blanketing the ground before him. Canti dove out of the way. Taking three shots to the foot. He landed the melted holes in his foot smoking. The electronics inside flickered and died. His left leg was offline. He sat up as his leg slumped lifelessly.

In an instant Karas was back. He fired another volley of energy blasts. Canti lie flat and rolled rapidly, as the trail of shots followed inches behind. Two more melted into his other leg. Everything was happening so fast. As he spun onto his back, He was just in time to see Karas barreling towards him, nearly 3 kilometers in the sky. He was gaining rapidly. There was a loud crack as he broke the sound barrier.

Karas remained on course, his eyes steady. It was a little overkill, he thought, but it would finish the job. He admittedly underestimated this creature. It had put up a surprisingly good fight, and landed a few shots, but now it was over. No new paint job could save him this time.

About twelve meters in front of Canti, facing upward at a forty-five degree angle, was the Golden disk. In a blinding flash Karas impacted it, froze for a second, and then shot out at the same speed. There was an explosion of light and color, the spectral blues and purples dancing amidst the destruction. As it all faded, the sight revealed was grim.

Karas knelt in a crater, and underneath him, lay Canti. Karas's arm was thrust through Canti's chest-plate, wires and circuitry sparking and leaking on the wretched metal frame. Canti's body convulsed and fidgeted, but the wrenched hole that was torn through him prevented him from much movement. But something was strange. Despite all the damage, and all the hopelessness, one thing started to happen that Otoha couldn't explain.

Atomsk's screen began blinking.

It was slight but steady. It slowly gained in brightness as the screen began to protrude outward. It stretched and molded like a strange iridescent polymer. Then a crack ran along its surface. The top of the mound shattered and out of the hole sprang a fist. Spatters of liquid red speckled across Karas's armor.

The hand gripped the side and whatever was inside began pulling itself out. After several seconds of wrenching noises the being was free. It was the boy that had run into the chaos only moments before. The boy was glowing and radiating pure concentrated energy. It was a vibrant and fierce red, the only color on the boy. His hair was spiked forward and his eyes were blinding holes of white light. Finally, he held a double-neck Gibson in his hand. He wielded it however, like a sword.

Karas nodded, drawing his blade. There was a still that befell the battle field, as nobody moved. It was Naota. In an earth-shattering explosion he rocketed forward at an unheard of speed. Karas barely had time to put up a block. As the sword and guitar grinded against one another; two universes of energy flowed between them. Karas managed to pull back, and Naota charged forward. The next several seconds was a lightning fast sword dance, as Naota attacked, and Karas feverishly blocked.

Naota found his opening. Karas went to block. When he did, Naota thrust the necks of the guitar into Karas's exposed chest. Several ribs were instantly shattered. Karas flew into the air over the city. Naota disappeared and reappeared below him, slashing up. As Karas remained still, a flurry of assaults by Naota were pounded into him. In one final sweep, he raised the guitar high over his head, and brought it down. Karas's chest-plate was shattered into pieces. He rocketed towards the Golden Iron, and it was over.

Karas's spattered remains appeared ironically like a swatted bug on an iron.

"Wow… Ta-kun, that was pretty," said Mamimi as they walked home. Canti limped, the hole in him already starting to repair itself. Naota shrugged. This evening was uneventful. He lived in a town were nothing ever happened. Everything was normal…

Well there it is. Once again Karas fans, I am one of you. I love both these series. This fic is not a popularity contest. I chose however I think would win based on skills, stamina, powers, and strategy. So please review. Next chapter will be up soon. Probably before next week.

NEXT BATTLE::

Master Chief (Halo)

Vs.

Samus Aran (Metroid series)