A/N - R.S Well this piece can basically be descibed as just plain fun. If you're looking for a story with seiousness but yet laxed and humorous then this is the story for you. This is a story that Rayne and I thought up one day while bored in school. It has no real set plot but it's not so pointless as to make you say "Ok, so what's happening?" Don't get me wrong, you probably will end up wondering that a few times but it won't be in a bad way.

Summary: Young women from all parts of Japan are mysteriously being murdered, what does the up coming and highly acclaimed Battle of the Bands have to do with their deaths? In all honesty, even we don't know. So Join us as the mystery plays out in Crossoverpalooza!

Disclaimer: We have no legal rights to any of the animes that we use within this fic. The plot...All Ours Baby!

Prologue / Introduction

In a random place in a random town in a random city in a bigger random place, there are random people gathered in random places from random animes. These people randomly meet and have random jobs existing for the sole purpose of entertaining us. And this my friend is the basis for this randomly written piece of literature.

Written as a collaboration work

By: Realsmartz & RayneJade

Bonus Work

Music playing, bodies hot, gyrating and smothered onto one another. The feeling of the Club mixed with the energy of the people formed a view of life to mystify the beholder. Indeed anyone who stepped foot in this place would be instantly uplifted before even having a drink at the bar. And as for those who somehow still felt down… Well, the delightful bartender would take care of that.

Yes the bartender, though only one aspect of the club which contained a D.J. and a stage for live entertainment, was the man to see if you desired a person to person experience. Bartenders are often thought of as under-paid psychiatrists, harboring all the burdens of drunken people seeking release. Now, usually as an effect of holding all these problems the bartenders themselves tend to become depressed...Notice I said usually.

"Sasuke-kun!"

"Damn."

The supposed-to-be depressed bartender was leaning over the counter with his arms wrapped around a miserable-looking male. The "assaulted" one was clad in a grey police uniform (with maroon stripes) however his short spiky white (with purple hue) hair refused to be contained within the usually manditory hat. Annoyance shone from his features as he'd been only too desperately trying to avoid this giddy bartender. Said giddy bartender was either too oblivious to the assaulted's annoyance or just out right ignoring it (probably the first).

"Yukimura-san please remove yourself from my person."

"But I haven't seen you in sooo long. And you're just so cute!" while saying this he reluctantly let go, "And you don't work for my family anymore, you don't have to call me "san"."

"No but if I didn't call you "san" you'd think we're friends or something."

"…You're so cute!"

Sasuke sighed heavily. He wondered why he even bothered saying sensible things around someone so…(you fill in the blank). Damn the Chief for giving him this stupid security guard duty. That was the only reason he ended up being spotted by the useless bartender in the first place.

And once again said useless bartender was either oblivious to the cop's present mood or outright ignoring it because he continued to rant. After some time he actually arrived at a presentable question. "So how've you been?"

"Fine until I came here."

"That's good!"

"…Are you not hearing what I'm saying?"

"I've been doing well too!"

Officially Sasuke decided to surrender. He took a seat. "Fix me something."

"You're too young!"

Sasuke was ready to throw a fit (or fist) when Yukimura winked to say that he had been joking.

"So what do you want?"

"A Gin and tonic, without the tonic part."

Laughing, Yukimura prepared the drink and served the "boy".

"So what's going on around here?" Sasuke asked taking a sip of his high-in-alcohol-content drink.

"Huh?" Yukimura asked stupidly.

"What are you people having around here that you needed more security?"

"Oh. We're having a battle of the bands soon."

"Oh?"

"Yeah! It's gonna be fun! But, these are rather popular bands. Plus we think they might try to kill each other so we need security to prevent that."

"Oh? So it's a real battle then."

Yukimura laughed in reply. "Yea, I guess it will be."

Thinking this was his way out, Sasuke finished his drink and started to leave. "Well I better go start my rounds, I've been on break too long."

"Awww…okay…" said Yukimura in disappointment but at least allowed his victim the peace of leaving.

Freedom, Sasuke thought as he made his escape, finally able to make his rounds if not in silence for the music then at least in peace. But if that would happen then things would be too easy for him. And life is never easy (at least not in this fic).

"Sasuke-kun!" screamed a tall woman, long dark hair flowing behind her as she latched herself onto his arm.

"Damn."

And so the cycle continues! (scary music: dun dun duuuhhn!)

Chapter: 1

Victim #1

Gathered in a studio, surrounded by instruments, cords, and mics we find a group of teens bored as hell as they wait for their band member to arrive at practice.

"Where the hell is she?" asked a very pissed off Yuya as she paced around the vast space of the studio.

"I wonder if she's o.k.?" Orihime, a big chested girl and Tohru, a petite girl stated in unison.

"She better be ok so when she gets here I can kill her."

"Yuya-chan you shouldn't speak in such a way!" warned the brunette, Tohru.

Yuya huffed hotly and decided to sit next to Kagome who through all this was pointedly quiet as she flipped through channels on the television. A silence settled between the group. Orihime and Tohru sat at the table silently worrying over their friend while Yuya sat with her hands crossed watching Kagome flip through channels.

Click. schrch Click. This is… Click. I told… Click. schrch Click Corn is no place for a mighty warrior… Click. This is the midday… Click.

"Wait!" Yuya shouted, causing all occupants of the quiet studio to jump slightly. "Wait go back to that channel," she instructed as the screen changed to the news.

"Today's latest news is coming to us very recently from the Police Headquarters concerning the murder of a young woman…"

The group watched in silence although Yuya was the only one actually listening to it. The reporter announced loud and clear that a certain Miaka Yuki, the member of the band they had been waiting for, was the victim. Yet only Yuya's mouth fell open in shock.

"Heyy," said Orihime slowly when a picture of the girl was displayed on the screen. "She looks…familiar somehow?"

"Isn't that Miaka-chan?" asked Tohru as she tried to figure out what Miaka was doing on t.v.

Kagome blinked as if waking up from a daze. "It is?"

Yuya, coming out of her surprise, turned and stared pointedly at her friends while questioning their sanity. "Weren't any of you listening at all?"

"Shh!" Kagome said.

"And now we'll have Officer Mugen, who discovered the body, with more details. Officer Mugen?" The reporter placed the mic to Mugen's mouth and they waited for him to speak.

It went quiet for a while as they all watched a gruff looking police officer with hair escaping from his hat look around seemingly confused.

What is this guy? Stupid? thought Yuya and Kagome at the same time.

Finally Mugen opened his mouth to speak and they all waited expectantly for his explanation. "Um, from what I've seen…she's dead."

People all around the screen either sweat dropped or fell anime-style. So he is an idiot, they thought in unison again.

The reporter attempted to continue the conversation or at least squeeze some "juicy" information out of him. "So, the body was found deserted in bushes. Does this confirm that it was a murder?"

The scruffy man scratched his scruffy hair and lazily replied. "Yea…I guess. Hey I gatta go drin…I mean, tend to the body so, I'm gonna go now." And with that said he waved a hand and left in the opposite direction of the body to the bar. Maybe he was gathering evidence? (Sure, gathering evidence, right)

"Hey – wait! Don't you have anything to say to the victim's family?" asked the reporter. She soon realized that the officer was ignoring her so gave up and faced the camera with a sigh. "Well, reporting for the Everytime News I'm - "

Click. The dumbfounded girls exchanged glances. They just could not imagine the lively, energetic, gluttonous girl being dead. It was shocking as well as traumatizing. The silence of disbelief was ultimately broken by Tohru's sobbing, which infected all other girls in the room one by one until there was suddenly a studio full of instruments, cords, mics, and crying females.

The spell did not last long as all of them were rather strong-willed. The sobs stopped although the tears remained and Yuya decided, "That's it! We're getting revenge on whoever did this!"

"Right!" agreed Orihime and Kagome while Tohru commented on the deceased's soul and said, "Poor Miaka."

Suddenly and quite forcefully, the studio door opened. In fact, it had been opened so fiercely that it flew off its hinges and landed several feet from where it had been. In leaped a brunette young lady with an announcement to make.

"Miaka's dead!" Her harsh and insensitive words caused a choir of crying again but she paid no mind. "What are we going to do! Battle of the Bands is soon but now we don't have a keyboardist!"

"Sana! You could be nicer! She was our friend, after all," Kagome told her.

"Don't call me that! Call me – 'Manager'," said Sana then beamed to herself as if she'd accomplished something.

Kagome rolled her eyes. "Well we have to at least hold a funeral service first."

"Hm…Okay, I've got it! We can hold auditions at the funeral!"

The four girls stared at their manager in silence for a few moments then shut her out of the conversation completely while physically turning their backs to further clarify Sana's eschewed state.

On a rooftop on looking the hustling crime scene below, a silhouette sat propped up on one knee.

The kill was easy enough; she never saw it coming. After stalking her out for a month her life patterns were easy to map. The day that she had been assignigned as his target turned out to be a sad day for her indeed.

Smirking he pushed off the ledge happy with the easy kill, though disappointed that it had been boring. In one quick motion he disappeared, only shadows of him visible as he flew across the rooftops.

The hideout of the secret organization had the setting of any typical assassin organization; it was high tech straight to the bathrooms. The killer, now walking casually through the maze of corridors, soon found himself in the main or "master" room where all jobs were assigned. But the room really got its name from the extremely large master computer placed in the centre. Over 100 screens of various sizes went up and around, looming over the room and spooling to the sides surrounding the main screen, which was the size of a university chalkboard.

Surrounded by keys and switches of all kinds we find a figure, small by human standards but even more insignificant in size compared to the monster of a machine to which he/she worked at. Fiddling away doing whatever it is that geniuses do at a computer that size, he/she barely glanced at the presence in the room, but casually said, "Is the task completed?"

"Yes," replied the male just as coolly.

The Genius stretched out her hand and waited; the other still typing. "Report" she ordered.

Here the man took off his shades and his hood, revealing chestnut coloured eyes and scratching the back of his blond head, which was hair worn short. "Later?" he said sheepishly.

At this the person's fingers that seemed to be in constant motion stopped. He/she swiveled around in his/her large chair and stared pointedly at the taller figure. "Later?" it asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ed needs that report. She has a lot of work to do. If the report isn't placed in time then she has to do long updates which Ed does not want to do."

The killer had no particular care nor concern for what Ed had or didn't have to do but he was aware of his responsibility to give the report. Besides, the entire operation was supposed to be a "team-effort" anyway. "Fine," he said grimly.

Ed gave a little giggle of pleasure at getting her way then turned back to the screen while awaiting the report. To the outside eye it would seem that as Ed's fingers danced across the keypad and her eyes remained glued to the screen with head phones on, she was not listening. However she was the epitome of a multi-tasker so could analyze the given report without breaking her concentration on all the other things she managed. Why else would there be so many screens around her, it definitely wasn't for pretty. This person identified as indeed a girl was very good at her work.

Meanwhile the male had been attempting to begin his report but laziness seemed to have an exceptional grip on him. He was mentally searching for a way to avoid, or at least prolong, this process. "The mission was carried out around two a.m this morning in the woods near a popular club," he said then paused.

Interrupted by the breach in the flow of words, Ed's fingers ceased movement. She glanced over her shoulder briefly to urge him to continue. Then she went right back to her former biddings with the expectation that he would obey. After a few more moments of total silence she once again stopped working to fully turn and consider him.

He returned her gaze with a look of nonchalance (or boredom). Blandly he said, "I'm thirsty."

"So…?"

"I can't give the report if I'm thirsty."

" Then Ed thinks you should get something to drink."

"Ok," he said coolly while thinking of how unbelievably easy that was.

"Akito!" called Ed as he stalked away. "Be sure to come back quickly."

The blond paused and looked over his shoulder. With a sly smirk he said, "Sure," then proceeded to leave the room.

'For a genius she sure is slow,' thought Akito, rolling his eyes as he strolled again down the winding corridors of the facility, not to the kitchen which was just a hall away, but to his own room in another wing… in another facility.

See, this agency was wide spread. Like an underground city it had miles of tunnels leading to various towns in Japan. It's amazing that this whole set up was created in little more than a year. (Of course its amazing, its our fic and we make it so! woot!) Actually, Akito was surprised that no one had discovered it yet, how massive it was. Then again he had to consider who was responsible for the agency's concealment; an extremely skilled assassin named Heero Yuy.

Now reaching the branch in Kyoto, he landed the hover craft he had used to travel through the winding tunnels at the docking station, then beeped his craft nonchalantly as he walked through the automatic doors to the hallway that leads to his room. By now he could relax, knowing well that either Ed forgot about the report or would not bother to chase him down for it (she'd probably be angry though). But once in the corridor, he met just the person he didn't want to – his leader.

"Did you give your report?" the brunette male asked, getting to the point.

"Ed said I could hand it in later," lied Akito as he tried to move around the other figure. Mysterious cheetah ears and a tail sprouted on his body as he tried to make his escape. No such luck.

Heero stepped in his way, once again blocking the path. "Quit lying," he deadpanned.

Akito glared. He was beginning to get really annoyed at all the factors hindering him from chilling out in his room. "I'm not. Go ask her if you want but I'm going to the restroom."

This time he was allowed to pass although both people present in the room knew he was lying. Heero was used to Akito's attitude, he would just have to deal with him later. At that thought Heero smirked devilishly.

"… And we pray she is at rest with her father in heaven," said the priest, voice bellowing throughout the quiet church (with the exception of the wailing of mother, family, and close friends).

A terrible feeling of bereavement flowed throughout the great hall of the cathedral, as well as through the crowd, and floated to the top of the high arched rafters, where they prayed that Miaka was listening. "We now call Sana Kurata, her manager…leader to her short rise to fame, to come honour the deceased by saying a few words."

The female approached the podium oblivious to the shocked stares she was already receiving due to her outfit. While everyone else was clad in dark, mourning colours, Sana wore a baby blue suit with pink accents. True, it was a highly professional and stylish suit, but it was not exactly one to be considered appropriate for an occasion such as a funeral.

She cleared her throat. "Miaka Yuki… was a very nice girl. Although I knew her only as the crappy pianist, she was a true friend to me. It was always a pleasure to see her smile when I entered the room with food, or listen to her try to be smart. Indeed we all miss Miaka and her gluttonous ways. And although we will never forget her, we will struggle to move on and find a replacement pianist. But rest in peace, Miaka, for you will be missed... but your expenses won't." She began to walk off but stopped suddenly and went back as she announced, "Oh! And auditions for the keyboardist will be held all day tomorrow. Thank you."

The room was in utter silence as Sana moved to her seat. Many people's mouths stood agape while others wondered how she could possibly retain such a straight face (as if she was serious with the speech... and she was). Meanwhile the manager was smiling to herself, pleased that she had done such a good job.

Now seated in the back row, the remaining band members (having moved from the front in shame) conversed in hushed tones as their manager made her way to their previous seats. Desperately they wished that she somehow would miss them, not feeling the emptiness of the seat.

"She can't be serious," Yuya whispered although she was not speaking to the others but rather trying to convince her own self.

Tohru and Orihime were both sitting uncomfortably, still sad at the loss of their friend but with looks of astonished disappointment as their manager, much to Yuya's distaste, made her way towards them.

"Guys, why'd you move so far back… oh! I get it!"

Surprised as well as a little fearful of what she might do Kagome asked, "You do?"

"Yes, of course! I mean, clearly you guys are so sad you can't possibly bear to be so close to the coffin of your beloved friend. How dumb do you think I am?"

Kagome sighed while Yuya sweatdropped. Both were grateful for their manager's lack of ability to analyze situations, it made things a whole lot easier. Silence returned as the pastor continued speaking and for a while none of them were really listening. But then suddenly the cathedral doors burst open and everyone's attention was immediately turned to the figure in the doorway.

"Heyyy… This isn't the Coconut Fair," said the confused girl (to herself). "Or if it is, then why is everyone wearing black? And where are all the tents and flags? This is so strange."

The female's green eyes darted curiously about the room as if the matter was truly a mystery. She was completely oblivious to the stares she received from the congregation. The only person in the room who stared with interest was none other than Sana. While everyone else saw a poor, dumb, confused young lady, Sana saw money. This girl with her long red hair and lilac sundress would be the perfect replacement of Miaka, regardless of whether she could actually play or not. Sana simply would have to hire someone to play in the background but let her be the front image.

'Yes!' thought Sana with a greedy grin, 'My plan is perfect!'

Meanwhile, two familiar people stepped on either side of the woman. The first was another woman but this one was rather short. She was recognized as Raven, a member of the all-girl rock band. And the tall, handsome male, Robin, was a guitarist/soloist in another small time rock band.

The crowd watched as the three conversed in the center of the hall at the church entrance. They sat silently watching as the read head's face went from that of confusion, to shock, to red with shame and embarrassment. They stopped conversing and the two teens that went to address their friend started back to their seats. The once confused red head slowly began to follow them, face still red, but realization hit her at that exact moment and then she suddenly cried out…

"Oh my gawd! Miaka's dead!" crying full weep in the center of the church.

Her outburst startled not only the church but her retreating friends as well. The statement was not meant to sound so blunt but it was taken that way in any case. True it was quite obvious that Miaka was dead but hearing it that way created a renewed realization in Tohru. All at once she began a weep that soon infected everyone sitting around her. Everyone except Sana, of course.

The manager had already formulated a plan and was in the process of carrying it out by the time the cries infected the band. Suddenly she was beside the weeping red head with a "comforting" hand on the girl's shoulder.

"Yes, sadly, Miaka's dead. It's a terrible tragedy isn't it?" said Sana with a much practiced tone of "grief".

"What are you -?" Raven began but was silenced by Sana's evil-crazy-homeless-old guy look (which is accompanied by a rabid hiss).

"Here, why don't you have a seat." she continued to suggest while leading the girl to the row where Yuya, Kagome, Orihime, and Tohru sat.

With a devilish grin Sana watched as they all sat crying. 'Flawless,' she decided to herself while mentally counting the millions she was bound to make.

Raven and Robin stood halfway through the isle staring (one glaring) at this overly perky woman "comforting" their friend, who was currently staring at Starfire and some other girls bawling their eyes out, while her eyes slowly changed to dollar signs. But Raven didn't care about all of that. What she wanted to know was...

"I know she did not just hiss at me," a thourouly pissed Raven stated calmly, but still with enough venom in her voice to wilt a fern (or kill a bear). Robin, seeing that this did not bode well for the preppy manager, tried to calm the seething bird.

"Don't worry bout it Raven, she's probably stressed from loosing a friend and band member all in one sweep. So just chill, I'm going to get Star." As he passed he put a comforting hand on her shoulder and shot her a sympathetic look as he went over to the bawling youths and almost cackling manager.

Raven watched as her friend made his way over, her eyes flicking briefly over to the place of now rising warmth where his strong hand once laid. She shook her head as if in a daze and decided that where ever her thoughts were heading, she didn't want to go. She watched with slight humor as he smooth-talked his way to getting Star out of the teary eyed section, lips curving slightly upwards as he and Star made their way back. Well whatever that warmth was would have to wait or, better yet, be forgotten. Yes, the last would definitely be the better choice.

Starfire assumed a seat in between her two friends while struggling to maintain an at least quiet composure. All she could think about was poor, dead Miaka and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on. She knew it was important and knew where she had to be at that time but exactly what it was remained a temporary mystery to her (was brain washed to show up for auditions by Sana).

"Are you okay now?" Robin asked with concern.

"Yes, I will be alright," she replied then turned to her female friend, "but I had no idea that Miaka..." Her eyes wondered downwards as she fought to keep her cool.

Raven stared compassionately at the girl. Being the naive one that she was, accepting death was a thing the young woman had yet to accomplish. Eyes closing slightly with pity, she brought a hand around the girl's waist (too short to hold the shoulders) and hugged Starfire closely to her own small frame as the red head rested her head on Raven's.

"It's ok Star, though we're all sad about Miaka, we also have to be happy and stay strong for the friends we have that are still alive."

"But why? Why do we live while others die?"

Raven wasn't sure of what to say but decided on offering truth in it's nicest form.

"That's just the way it is, Star."

"Yea," added Robin, "so we'll just have to make the best of it."

The priest, who had been speaking all that time, announced,

"...we will now porceed to the graveyard to lay down the deceased."

Random Author's Note:-

R.S - Hey you know what I just notied?

R.J - This story is extremely stupid?

R.S - I already knew that! No, What I noticed is that our names start out with the same letter!

R.J - Nooo Way! But yes way!

R.S - Exactly ...Way! You're R. Jade and I'm R. Smartz...R. Smartz? I. R. Smartz :D

R.J - LOL...z

R.S - ...um...(laughs) Oh! I get it!

R.J - ...Riiiiight, Well that's it for now.

R.S - Yea, so we hope you liked it, please leave a review to tell us what you thought.

R.J - Untill then...

R.S & J - Bye!

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