Mr. Chaos' note: Blame Darkly Dreaming, aka Sarah. She posted on my Facebook a suggestion for a new crossover with Bones and Yu-Gi-Oh!. In truth, I think she was just desperate to get me to write something. The Boy in the Bot was put on hold as I made serious headway with my first mystery novel ("The Barefoot Witch", the first of the O'Reilly Brothers series, is half way finished!) and I for a while didn't know if I would be doing fan fiction other than finishing ELSEWHERE for quite some time, if ever.

And then she made her suggestion, something so strange and crazy that I should never have attempted it.

Well...I love a challenge.

Problem is, I am still writing a novel, and I have a full time job, having just gotten a promotion. I can't dedicate myself to writing as much as I once did. I would need help.

And Sarah, bless her, stepped up to the plate.

Let me say this: This story would not have happened without Sarah. Even if it is on my page, this is her story too. She came up with the idea. She writes the first drafts of every chapter. I am the man that just makes the plot outlines, writes the second drafts, and responds to the reviews. She is the one ensuring the story is actually spell checked and grammerically (or whatever the word is) correct.

So every ounce of praise goes to her for this. I want you all to know that.

This story is her baby as well as mine, and I thank her for it. It is our love note and our middle finger to the world of manga and anime. I hope you all enjoy.

Sarah and Kevin have joined forces, bitches, buckle up for a wild ride.

Dr. Temperance Brennan, world famous anthropologist and overall bane of any murderer the FBI set their sights on, sat in one of the round corner booths at Wong Fu's, her friends and co-workers surrounding her. After Sid brought the food out (because, as everyone knew, you don't order at Wong Fu's. Sid just knows. Ordering only leads to tummy aches), the squints plus one FBI agent discussed the case they just finished.

The murder had been an exhausting one, both in the body and in the mind. The victim, Roy Bellows, the editor of "Manga Now!", had been found dead in his own printing press, sandwiched between chapters of Dr. Slump and Eyeshield. The case had led to the team to immerse themselves with all things Anime and Manga, while also juggling the hot tempers and cultural clashes of the artists, writers, publishers and fans.

Of course, it had turned out to be in vain, as the murderer had been his wife, sick and tired of him putting the magazine before her.

In the end, it didn't matter what path they had taken. All that had mattered was that they caught the bad guy (or girl, in this case), and were now able to celebrate.

Thus, each member of the team sat in the booth, their own individual orders slowly being consumed, while a bottle of sake was passed about (and consumed much quicker.)

"After Warren Granger's case," Tempe said, "Zack started to read graphic novels, right? Did he ever get into manga?"

"Granger?" Booth asked.

"The superhero kid," Angela reminded him.

"Ah."

"Oh yeah," said Hodgins, licking his fingers before taking another octopus puff and popping it into his mouth. "He stopped watching Stargate for a week because of...what was it, Kugio?"

"Yu-Gi-Oh," offered Angela. "Ancient Egyptian Pharaoh's soul inside a pyramid necklace that allows him to possess whoever is wearing it."

"Oh! I read that one," Temperance exclaimed, bouncing up and down in her seat. Booth had bombarded her with all kinds of Japanese graphic novels during the week, saying it would help her 'get to know' the victim better, or something of the sort. Temperance had decided to play along, just to make him happy and keep him from pouting, but had been shocked when she had found several of them entertaining, especially Yu-Gi-Oh!. The Egyptian aspect of that particular manga caught and held her interest. "It was extremely entertaining. It wasn't historically accurate, as there was no Nameless Pharaoh, but it was captivating. The artwork was exceptional as well." She paused. "I do wish they had focused less on the card games."

Cam rolled her eyes. "How else would they sell said card games to silly American children then?"

Booth chuckled. "Aw, does someone not like Japanese cartoons?"

"I just don't see the application, to be honest. The stories become way too complex, and the characters spend way too much time on one single problem." Cam scoffed playfully. "I can understand why you would enjoy it, Seeley...a world filled with women with breasts bigger than their heads and butts you can bounce quarters off of."

Booth wagged his fork at her. "Hey, I like them for more than that...demons, swords, the eternal battle between good and evil..."

Hodgins raised an eyebrow. "I would have thought you would shy away from that, Booth...it being all "un-American" and such."

"Don't get me wrong, Superman and Green Arrow will always be number one in my heart, right next to apple pie and baseball. But that doesn't mean I can't be a well rounded person."

"Of course not." Temperance said, before she took a bite of her chicken wing. The meat was strange looking, breaded with odd colored herbs and spices. "This chicken is wonderful," she stated, licking her lips. "It reminds me of an Amazonian ceremonial meat I sampled once. Of course, I believe they used jaguar-"

"Sweetie?" Angela interrupted, suddenly concerned. "That wouldn't be the same 'ceremonial meat' that screws with peoples minds, right?"

"It doesn't actually 'screw with your mind'," Tempe replied. "The village elders claimed that it allows you to enter other worlds, but everyone knows that's impossible. Beside, how could Sid have gotten the recipe? It's an Amazonian ceremonial dish. It's not something you put on a buffet." She took another bite, reveling in the taste.

"Dr. Brennan sure does love the hot wings," said Sid. "Some South American recipe, you said?"

"Si," Miguel said. "Better with jaguar, but chicken work."