A/N: I decided to take some time away from YYH to write this plot that came to me in a dream so don't expect to much and enjoy.

Explanation: This story is mostly anime based although there are references to DC and Marvel Comics later on. Especially in Chapter 9 so I'd suggest brushing up on basic anime and comic book knowledge.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the multiple animes or mangas in this story. Thank you.

The Anime Revolution
Chapter 1

University. The final frontier for students before they go off into the workplace. The first time when they will be forced to go off on their own and try to survive for 9 months on what money they have saved. University. The place where a student can truly find themselves and likeminded people. University. The place of freedom to learn what you want to learn, to express one's self, and to live.

My name is Mona F. Deaden, and I am a university freshman or the raw metal as we first years are referred to as here. I've been at Hearth University for about a month now, and am completely dreading it. The weird thing is that it's not the pace of the work that makes me want to die. It's the—

"Hello raw metal."

People.

Ceasing to write, I closed my notebook and stuffed it in my bag before looking up. Six days ago I would have expected to see a spoiled jerk that was only at the school because his or her parents had money and forced them. Today, I wasn't surprised to see a teacher looking down on me.

"Hello Mr. Favager," I replied as I watched him walk around the table separating us. I started to pack up the rest of my things.

His beady green eyes watched me as I struggled to keep my movements calm, smooth, and natural. "Going so soon, Ms. Deadhead?"

I had already tried four times to tell him how to pronounce my last name. This time I let it slide and slipped my bag over my shoulder. "I have a class starting in fifteen minutes, and it'll take me a while to get there."

He smiled as if he was my friend. "Alright then. Good luck in class."

I waved over my shoulder and disappeared down the hallway. The library had now been found by the enemy so he'd be watching if I returned. I bit down on my lower lip slightly, and I thought about what other places I could use as a hiding spot from the many teachers and my fellow students. Noticing a staircase leading upwards, I decided to see if I could find a way to the roof. In anime and manga, roofs had proved to be a good place to hide from people and life. My high school had been a single floor so I wasn't able to test that theory, but I could try here. Three stories wasn't that high… was it?

After a few twists and turns I found my self in front of a door marked, "Roof access." After looking over my shoulder twice, I opened the door and ducked through it. The roof was nothing like in anime or manga but it would do. It was flat, had vents to hide behind, and easy access. I didn't care that it didn't have railings, but I was careful to stay away from the edge. I sat down beside the door and took my notebook out again. Reading over what I had written I added,

Now normally I get along everyone including teachers. It helps to have some allies in life and smart to be on the right side of teachers. I mean they can change your marks in a heartbeat if they don't like you (and believe me, here they do) but all the teachers at Hearth just rub me the wrong way. Hearth University has more money than most of the other universities and is able to hire big shot professionals from each field taught at the school. At the end of 4 years the students are supposed to be just as good in their fields as the teachers, if not better. That was why I had chosen to go to the school in the first place. However, this also means most of the teachers are smug, stuck-up pains.

Mr. Favager, however, is the worst. I don't mean that he is the smuggest, or most stuck-up. In fact, he's perfectly nice and understanding if a student has trouble. Just like Mr. Kiefer at my high school. However, I can't help but distrust the guy. Maybe it's the way he speaks or the way he wears black suits to every class like someone had died that ticks me off so much. However, I'm the only one of my fellow freshmen who has a problem with him. All of the rest of them virtually worship the ground he walks on… Come to think about it, they did that to all the teachers. If they told them to jump off the roof, they probably would.

I looked at my watch and quickly packed my stuff into my bag. My afternoon classes were about to begin, and the last thing I wanted was to be late. If I was going to make it through university with at least half my sanity intact, I needed to keep myself on my teachers' good side. That meant getting all my work done, showing up to class on time, and getting good marks. Unfortunately, that cut into keeping my insanity in check. With all my studying, my writing time had shrunk to what I got done while hiding between classes. My pleasure reading and watching of cartoons had also shrunk but that was the price I paid. Once I was out of first year I was sure that I would have a bit more time to myself, and hopefully the freedom to wear what I wanted.

I glared at anyone who gave me a funny look as I tugged on the collar of my white, lacy blouse. The grey skirt was a lost cause so I didn't even bother to try to pull it lower, but I couldn't wait for the winter when I would be allowed to wear my longer black one. Since Hearth was basically a business school the choice of uniform made sense. What didn't was why we had to wear one, especially since we as students were supposed to be finishing up the progress of finding ourselves.

I entered my classroom and dodged the many briefcases that were laid out hazardously on the tables. Unlike many of my fellow freshmen, I had given the briefcase back to the school and instead kept using my shoulder bag. It didn't look as professional, but it was lighter and easier to carry. Of course, it also made me stand out, something I didn't really want but I'd live.

No one else was in the room yet since most of them hadn't gotten rid of our high school habit of dropping our books off before walking around the school one last time. Happy to be alone, I sank into my chair in the front but way off to the side and pulled out my manga for the day. Yu Yu Hakusho Volume 3. My own personal comfort blanket. I was just at the part where Yusuke's spirit gun just missed Hiei when the book was suddenly ripped out of my hands.

In all my time of reading my books in class and before class, no one had ever taken my book away without asking first. For a few seconds, I blinked as my mind tried to figure out what had just happened. When I finally looked up, I saw my surprisingly blond haired, brown eyed Japanese Language 101 teacher looking down on me with a frown.

"Deaden-chan, did you hear a word I just said?" she asked as she held my beloved manga.

Caught off guard, I shook my head. "Sorry, I sorta zone out when I read. I didn't realize class had started."

She shook her head and started to walk back to her desk with my manga. "To be sure that doesn't happen again, I'm taking your book away until the end of class."

For half a second, I considered saying no but that would be stupid. I nodded and tried to ignore the looks of the other 100 people in the classroom. "Yes, Fujimoto-sensei."

For the rest of the class I tried to listen and answer the questions directed to me even though half my mind was stuck on my missing manga. I got virtually all the questions wrong but I wasn't very surprised. Languages were not my strong suit, and the fact was, as much of an anime addict I was, I did not understand Japanese. My mental dictionary was limited to Hello (konnichiwa), good morning (ohayou gozaimasu), idiot (baka), yes (hai), no (lie), thank you (arigato), thank you very much (arigato gozaimasu), What? (nani?), what do you want? or stronger what? (nandayo), darkness (yami), light (hikaru or hikari), sorry (gomen), I'm sorry (gomen nasai), hot guy (bishonen), good bye forever (sayonara), later (ja ne). You know. Anime-addict Japanese. That was all I knew and all of it was verbal. I couldn't read Japanese even though I had a manga of D. Gray-man right from Japan. So why was I taking the class? Because I'm an anime addict and I wanted to learn to read Japanese so I could understand my D. Gray-man manga. Sad. I know.

Thankfully, I wasn't the only struggling Japanese language-impaired person. Three rows behind me and to the right was another obvious addict unless the Saiyuki pin on her briefcase was just something a friend had given her and she thought was cool. However, she also knew a few words that I would rather not repeat. The first time she had said one in class the teacher almost had a heart attack. It was funny until the class had to do a report on the importance of good and proper language skills.

Eventually the class was over and I was given my manga back as well as advice to stop watching and reading the 'junk' because it had nothing to do with real Japanese. I nodded and promised to study harder, but I pretended not to hear the comment about ditching my addiction. As I stated before, anime and manga were the only things keeping me insane, and I'd be damned if I gave them up.

I waited until I was out of the classroom before I sighed and made my way for the roof. I had half an hour before my next class and was in serious need of a manga fix. The door was unlocked just like the first time, and I quickly disappeared through it. Within seconds, I was floating through the wonderful world of Yu Yu Hakusho. In fact, I was so wrapped up in my manga that I failed to notice the presence beside me reading over my shoulder until a voice said, "It's a good manga, isn't it?"

My heart almost stopped as I looked up. Thankfully, he was standing or else my head probably would have hit his chin. He smiled down on me, and I realized that he was one of the upperclassmen. The evidence to support my theory were two things. First his brown hair was combed into the typical upperclassmen virtually business owner style, although his nice blue eyes didn't match the look. And second, his suit was a dark blue, instead of the gray of the freshmen. Of course, I couldn't remember what year blue was.

While my mind tried to figure out what he was doing on the roof, I nodded. "You've read it?"

He nodded. "A while ago. Probably why I am doing so well in school right now. Kurama was a good role model."

I smiled as I started to pack up. Class started in ten minutes but I had little time to talk. My classroom was close by. "The Shuichi part at least."

He grinned. "Yes, I suppose having Yoko as a role model would not be a wise route to take right now." He picked up a pen that I had dropped and passed it back to me. I thanked him and asked him what other animes he was into. He named a few that I recognized, and we talked about them for a bit. Back home, I had one friend who I used to talk with about animes, but in my second last year of high school we drifted apart not only in taste of animes but just in general. She was also a year behind me and was fairly popular with people her age so I just sorta hid in the background when they showed up. Eventually, I just disappeared.

Talking with the upperclassman was fun since I didn't really have anyone to talk to anymore. My cats didn't speak English, and my fellow freshmen were too busy working to stay in the university or partying (something I never did) to really meet me, the person who hid in places where no one came.

When I looked at my watch, I had only a few minutes to get to class. I wasn't worried but I didn't want to tempt fate after my run in Mr. Favager and Mrs. Fujimoto. I said good bye to the guy, and he nodded.

"Before you go," he said as I opened the door, "there is a club in Room 444 that you might enjoy. If you have time, you should drop by there. I heard they are looking for new members."

I frowned but wrote down the number on my palm. "Is it like the Host Club or something?"

He smiled and shook his head. "Not exactly but I do think you would enjoy it."

Before I could ask anymore questions, he disappeared through the door leaving me wondering how he got by me since I was right in the doorway. "Must be a ninja," I muttered under my breath as I hurried to my next class. However, this time I kept my manga out of sight.

As the teacher went on about math, I wrote notes, but I was mostly thinking about the club that the upperclassman had been talking about. I had been on Student Council once in all my years of high school, and we had been nothing but a name. That was my only experience with clubs so I wasn't sure what to expect or if I should even go to room 444. I was curious but I also had a lot of work on my plate. Did I have the time to join a club?

As the teacher continued to go on and slowly brainwash his students, I decided that I might as well check it out. After all, if I didn't have time, or didn't like it I could always leave.

*A*M*R*

I found Room 444 in one of the older buildings and had to dodge a couple of upperclassmen on my way there. The door looked just like any other door in the school. Old. Only this door had seen better days. The half circle window above the door was covered in dust, and if I was tall enough to look through the window, I wouldn't be able make out anything through the many levels of dirt. The wood on the door was old and cracked in some places. Only the doorknob and brass numbers marking the door as 444 showed any signs of care since they was a shining brass that reflected me and my hand as I reached for the knob. I was about to turn it when I was suddenly struck by the need to knock. Never in all my years of schooling had I ever knocked on a door in a school, but we were taught that if the door was closed, knock. So I did.

A huge crash followed, and I took a step away from the door. My first thought was that I had broken the door somehow. Heart beating irately, I scanned the door for signs of damage. Nothing. So the crash came from inside the door. What were they doing in that club that would cause so much noise with one slip? I wondered.

Hesitantly, I stepped towards the door and knocked again with one eye closed and ready for another crash. Instead of a crash, the door opened to reveal a boy with messy brown hair and odd glasses as well as a hoop-la-hoop hanging from his neck. Since I wore glasses, I felt I was familiar with most of the frames and lenses available, but I had never see glasses whose lenses were opaque with a spiral design on them. I thought the style only appeared in anime and manga.

Since the boy was staring at me, I attempted to smile and said, "An upperclassman told me there was a club that I should check out in this room. This is the right room, right?" I knew it was but the innocent, 'I'm a lost freshman, please help me' act had never let me down before. Unless the guy or girl I was asking was a complete jerk who would send me in the wrong direction anyways.

The boy's glasses slipped down his nose to reveal blue eyes, and he kept staring as a grin appeared on his face. I almost wish I had a briefcase to hide behind because the staring was really starting to creep me out.

I was about to apologize and run off when the boy suddenly looked over his shoulder and shouted into the room, "Check it! He did it!"

A grunt came from inside the room, and the boy turned back to me after pushing his glasses back in front of his eyes. "You'll have to excuse my rude welcoming. Sometimes upperclassmen send freshmen down here as a welcoming test. But you've obviously an anime addict."

"Thanks…?" I said as he moved from the doorway to allow me to enter the room. I had never thought of myself as an obvious anime addict. I didn't have anything on me that was from an anime or manga except for my manga that was hidden in my bag, but I guess we addicts can recognize fellow addicts.

Once inside the room, I took a look around, trying to figure out what sort of club I had just walked into. A small one was my guess judging by how small the room was. I doubted if it could fit 20 people in the room with high school desks. Of course the left hand half the room was covered by stacked chairs and desks as well what appeared to be a cabinet with drawers from which clothes were spilling out. Between the stacked desk were piles of objects. I thought I saw a few fake swords as well as other stage equipment. The window on that side was just as fifthly as the above the door, but you couldn't get close to it because of all the stacked desks and chairs.

In the middle of the room were three desks so I guessed that there were three members to the club. The desk that was closest to the left side was covered in anime related objects such as books, movies, action figures and other collectables. I felt I was right to assume that the crash I had heard was from those objects falling over onto the desk, and that the glasses guy had been sitting there since he still had the hoop-la-hoop around his neck. I then turned my attention to the other desks. One was right in the middle of the open area in the room and had nothing on it. The last desk was closer to the right side and was being occupied by someone I didn't know.

My attention continued to study the right side of the room. There was a window on this side too, and it was amazingly clean considering the rest of the room. It looked out onto the track field and was located behind the guy at the desk. On the wall hanged a small white board with the words, "Anime/Manga Addicts Unite," written on it and surrounded by poorly drawn anime characters. Not that I could draw well. And finally, I noticed a small curtained area in the right corner closest to the door.

Since nothing had been said to me yet, I returned to look at the other guy in the room. He was sitting at his desk and reading a book. I was pretty sure that he was an upperclassman although he was wearing a blue Japanese school uniform. He had brown hair and blue eyes and looked very familiar, but before I could put my finger on why, the glasses guy tossed some pink clothing at me.

"Try it on. We might need to helm it but it should fit." He was digging through the many piles so he missed my jaw dropping and eyes widening. Was I supposed to put the clothing over my clothes or did he seriously expect me to strip down? I looked over at the other guy for some guidance but he was still reading his book. At least, I think he was. The cover was blocking his face from my view. Then I got hit in the face with a blue wig.

As I removed the wig from my face I saw that the glasses guy was motioning to a curtained area in the right hand corner. "You can change in there."

I looked between him and the other guy just to be sure that they were serious. Book boy just kept reading so again, he was no help, and spiral glasses just kept looking at me. They were serious. Trying to buy time to think of an excuse, I looked down at the clothing and wig and found my thoughts derailed. Pink. Who wore Pink? Botan. But she wore a pink kimono. My face must have shown my worry because the guy with the book looked up and said, "Does she even know how to put on a kimono?"

My face said it all. No. I did not. Didn't know how to tie the ori thing— or was it obi— or get the material to sit right.

Of course spiral glasses had the idea to offer help, which I quickly turned down. I'd figure it out, I said as I walked into the curtained room. After all, I was a girl. It couldn't be that hard to figure out… right? If I had a cell phone I could have just googled it, but I didn't have one, something I was quickly regretting. For a few seconds, I stood there and looked at the clothing, wishing that I had some experience cosplaying.

From behind the curtain the voices of the boys were heard. One of them shouted at me that I would have to strip right down in order to get the kimono on and how they didn't have all day. I bet it was book boy. However, I didn't have any choice so I stripped down. Then I slipped the kimono and discovered it had two layers. I stripped it off again and slipped on the white layer before grabbing the sleeves and put on the pink part. Then came tying the obi thing. I was not stupid enough to try so I made sure that I was fully covered before stepping out and holding out the white and red material.

"Can one of you two tie this for me?"

The look that the book reading guy sent me almost made me want to crawl into a little hole and hide. Thankfully glasses came to my rescue and pulled the material around my waist before starting to tie it behind my back. While he tied it, I tried to avoid looking at book boy. I had thought that only Hiei, Kurama, Fluffy, and Kaiba had that scary a glare but those glares would have been far scarier in real life during a cosplay. Suddenly I recognized who book boy was and almost kicked myself.

"You're Kaiba!" I said as I pointed at him.

He gave me another glare and nodded. "Looks like you picked the right costume, Umino. She's as much an airhead as the original."

If he couldn't have made my life difficult with his upperclassman rank, I would have attempted to reply with something witty. Instead I glared at him and then spoke Umino. "What anime are you from?"

He pulled the obi a bit too tight and caused me to gasp before he loosened it and finished. "Sailor Moon. You probably know me by my English name Melvin McCellbellum."

I nodded. I vaguely recalled such a character, but I thought that his name was Martin. "So this club is all about cosplaying?" I asked as he helped me slip on the wig.

"More like self-expression." He took a step back to admire his work. "What do you think, Kaiba?"

Kaiba had sat back down and went back his book so he didn't reply. If he had, it probably would have been another insult. I couldn't tell if he was naturally that way or if he was just playing the part. In any case, I wasn't too interested in hearing him talk again.

Before Umino could ask Kaiba again, I spoke again. "How is dressing up as someone else and acting like them self-expression?"

Umino turned to me with a grin on his face. "Well you see, we only cosplay as characters who act like ourselves. Although I disagree with Kaiba now that I'm able to see more of your base personality. You're more of a Kagome."

"Who is also an airhead," Kaiba added.

Again, I was tempted to throw something at him.

"Or a Sakura. She'd make a good little sister for your Touya."

Kaiba shrugged. "As long as we don't make her an Anzu I'm happy."

Umino nodded. "At least Ashley's costumes fit you so well."

I paused in my glaring at Kaiba to blink at Umino. "Ashley?"

He nodded. "One of the co-founders of this club but she went to the dark side."

I blinked again and waited. I had seen enough animes to know when to pause and wait. However, I didn't expect Kaiba to be the story teller. He looked out the window and said, "Ashley Smith first came to Hearth University five years ago. She decided to start an anime/manga club. The university at first refused to grant her a room in the school. However, she gained support from other students and the Japanese teacher at the time who recognized that anime and manga helped students learn the language. The university gave her this room. For the first two years they had a great time. There were skits, plays, games, and trading.

"We joined just a year ago, and the skits were lame, games broken, and trading reduced to throwing objects in piles and leaving them. The main reason was because Ashley had left. The teachers offered her a Student Council job and she took it. At first she would still help, but the more she worked for the council the more robotic and business minded she became. The club wasn't fun anymore so people left and the club declined." He glanced over at me. "We are the final members."

For a second, he actually looked cool and I was not normally a Kaiba fan.

"That wasn't very Kaiba like." Umino's voice started me and caused me to jump a bit which caused Kaiba to smirk. "It seemed more like Future Trunks," he continued. "Maybe you should switch costumes."

Kaiba shrugged and went back to his book. "Andrew isn't here yet so I don't have to be completely in character, Umino."

Umino shook his head. "According to Anime Addicts Code, subsection Cosplay, it states that a person must be in character from the moment that they enter Anime Addicts HQ to the moment when they leave."

Kaiba was about to reply when the door opened and a white haired man in a blue uniform identical to Kaiba's entered. The third member of the club had arrived. He nodded at Kaiba before turning to Umino.

"Sorry I'm late," he said. "For some reason, I blacked out and found myself on the other side of the building."

Umino grinned and pointed at the obvious Ryou Bakura cosplayer as he said to Kaiba, "See? Ryou knows the code!"

Kaiba just shrugged, and I struggled to think of a Botan thing to say. Four could play at this game. "Oh come on boys. Let's not fight. We have work to do." Somehow I managed to mimic her Funimation accent, but when I finished speaking all three were staring at me. Instantly I wished I had kept my mouth shut so I attempted a nervous laugh.

Bakura was the first to react and he smiled. "Botan is right. We have work to do."

Predictably, Kaiba glanced over in my direction as he asked, "And what work is that?"

I smiled. "Why cleaning up this room of course. If we get this place looking halfway presentable, not only will we have more room to work in but we'll all feel better too." It looked like cosplaying wasn't as hard as I thought. The voice was tough to keep, but I felt I was acting just like Botan.

Kaiba didn't agree as he grabbed Bakura's collar. "You brought us a Sophie, idiot."

Umino grinned at me and stepped between the two with his finger pointing at the ceiling. "Actually Howl's Moving Castle isn't really anime in the normal sense. It was based off of a book by the British author Diana Wynne Jones."

Bakura attempted a grin. "Very loosely though."

Kaiba let him go and then sat back down. "I don't do housework."

I wasn't sure how in character I was about to act, but I remembered seeing Botan discipline Yusuke so she would probably do the same to Kaiba. Also she wouldn't be afraid because he couldn't hurt her. I, on the other hand, was very breakable, but I was going to play my part even if he got me into major trouble. Somehow I found a broom in a few seconds and walked over to his desk with it in my hand. "Are you sure?"

He glared at me, and it took all I had not to back down. Just how much time did he spend in front of the mirror perfecting that? I wondered. Or was it natural talent? "I will not help you."

A Mona thought popped into my head, and I hoped that it wasn't too out of character. As I turned, I caught the chair with my broom and lifted. The result was Kaiba on the floor, and a deadly glare pointed my way.

"Are you going to help now?" I asked.

He stood up. Brushed himself off and turned to me. "Give me that damn broom."

I smiled and obeyed before moving over to help the other boys organize all the stuff they had collected over the years. Ryou was kind enough to help me tie my sleeves back and within seconds we were in business.

The first few objects we found were posters, which I posted on the walls around the white board. Now posters of the Yu-Gi-Oh gang from season 0, Astro Boy, the Inuyasha Gang, and some shojo anime none of us knew the name for surrounded the badly drawn anime figures. Then we un-stacked the desks and placed as many as we could along the walls to make a half circle without blocking the curtain area or having to move the cabinet. Since we had lots of desks left we started to restack them but we were careful to make them into shelves and leave the windows and posters clear. After I cleaned the windows, we placed the action figures and other collectables we placed in the window as well as on the shelves we made. We still had lots of desks and chairs left over though so the boys carried them over into 445, which was being used as a storage room and was half filled. Finally we were done and it only took a few hours and a couple of battles between Kaiba and me. (Surprisingly most of them were over my clothing. Since I wasn't used to wearing a kimono I didn't know how to stand so that it didn't open. Thankfully before any skin really showed, Kaiba would start yelling at me, claiming that I was trying to seduce him. I usually ignored him but always corrected my posture. After all, I wasn't the one with no shirt on.)

The Anime/Manga Addicts HQ finally looked like a club room again. As we sat resting, Ryou passed out drinks that he had gotten from a nearby venting machine. For a moment, we were silent. Then I looked at my watch and started to freak out. I ran into the curtain area and grabbed my clothes before rushing to the door. "You don't mind if I bring these back tomorrow do you?"

Ryou shook his head. "It's okay. We'll also have the rest of your costume choices out for you to pick from tomorrow as well."

"Who says we want her to come back?" Kaiba asked as he wiped his face with the back of his hand.

Ryou smiled. "We voted while you were harassing Botan."

"Then I didn't vote."

Umino adjusted his glasses and said, "Well no matter how you voted she would be still part of the club because Ryou and I are two votes and you are only one." He missed Kaiba's glare because he turned his attention to me. "Do you have contacts you can wear?"

I shook my head and subtly took a step towards the door. Botan wouldn't be rude and leave part way through a conversation and neither would I. "Out of my price range, and I usually poke myself in the eye."

Ryou smiled and nodded. "We'll help you out and you'd better get going."

I nodded and quickly disappeared out the door with a "Ja ne."

As I ran through campus, there was one thing I was sure of. Heart University may have had a record of making its students robotic and sane but with fellow anime addicts my insanity was safe for the moment and not even annoying Kaiba could make me quit. Because I was an anime/manga addict and we addicted needed to stick together.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of anime rebellion. Since my area of expertise is shonen most of the animes will be shonen. I don't really have a clear plot but I have a beginning and ending and that's good enough. Thanks for reading and suggestions are always welcomed.

-d101