Disclaimer- I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh, or X-men. Nor do I own the full idea for this story. I was inspired by Vaeru's- For Adoption: YYH x X-men Crossover. I have also obtained permission from Kurome Shiretsu, a brilliant writer on this site, to use a few ideas from her story YYH/X-men story, 'Mission X'. Kurome Shiretsu also happens to be Vaeru's former account, so… yeah! Give her some love for me. She's at least half of the reason why this story exists.
natural selection:
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The process by which forms of life having traits that better enable them to adapt to specific environmental pressures, as predators, changes in climate, or competition for food or mates, will tend to survive and reproduce in greater numbers than others of their kind, thus ensuring the perpetuation of those favorable traits in succeeding generations.
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June 1st, 2010
Bayville, New York
Ororo Monroe glared at the folder lying at her desk with barely concealed exasperation.
It was late, too late to be working—and she was exhausted. Running a school proved to be quite a bit of work, and she didn't yet feel up to the challenge. Even after five years.
But the mutant numbers were growing by the day, and the school was needed more than ever. There were now a multitude of mutant programs and facilities popping up in the more major areas of the U. S., and there was beginning to be conversation on how to expand them into foreign territory.
And here she was, at the center of it all.
Of course, she had help—the government provided certain funds, and mutants were now legally under the Bill Of Rights. Not to mention the multitude of friends she had in high places. There was a team of engineers working on a better, more proficient way of finding mutants, and all was going well for the time being.
But sometimes, she still felt so lost.
She had been prepared for assumption of Charles Xavier's mantle for years before he had passed. Ororo had been his successor, his heir. And in a way, she had been his prodigy. Though no one had ever said it.
She had been the most stable, the most unobtrusive. She hadn't been the most intellectually capable—no, that was Jean's place; but she'd been right behind her. And she was more mentally balanced.
And so Charles had chosen her. He had showed her how to fill out the paperwork, and how to file cases. He had showed her everything that she needed in order to be his successor with ease.
But still, she wasn't ready. She wasn't sure she ever would be.
However, she'd come to terms with this fact a long time ago. There was no need to dwell on it.
Looking at the clock with a feeling of apprehension, she noted that it was already past eleven PM. She then looked at the—still closed—folder atop her desk. It was then that she assessed that grading her Senior's final essays would have to wait until tomorrow.
She had more pressing matters to attend to.
Opening the folder with rising trepidation (she had a nasty feeling that there was more than met the eye with this group, for this was the second time today that she had extensively read this particular file), she began to read.
The first file was on a certain Yuugi Mutou of Domino, Japan.
He was a thin boy of short stature. His clothes were decidedly eclectic, as was his way of wearing them. His hair was wild—spiky, colorful and long…but his eyes were what caught her attention.
They were large, the shape of almonds. And they were a brilliant, beautiful violet.
Even in a photograph, they were intense.
They were deep and kind and so very special. They were focused on the camera as he smiled a shy, awkward smile. She felt as though he were looking into her soul with those eyes.
And according to his medical file, they were natural.
Quickly realizing with unease that those eyes were entrancing her, she turned the page abruptly.
Ryou Bakura was an unobtrusive, effeminate young man with a disarming smile and extremely pale skin. His hair was light—the color of her own ivory tresses—and it grew far past his shoulders in a shaggy, layered style. He was thin, too thin, and his limbs were long and lanky.
And his eyes.
They were beautiful, yes—the shape of almonds—but there was something dark and sad and lonely in his hazel-brown depths, something that was too knowing, too melancholy… and just by looking at him, it was obvious that he wasn't exactly a picture of health.
Reading his file didn't make it any better.
And once again, she found herself feeling relieved to move onto the next file.
The youth on this page was lean and tall, with long, thin limbs.
Shuuichi Minamino was admittedly effeminate—but his shoulders, while narrow, were also broad enough to betray his gender. He stood calmly, his posture self-assured, confident.
His smile was charming and polite… but his grass-green eyes were mischievous and disturbingly intelligent. Omniscient, almost.
And most of all, he was guarded. Too guarded. No matter how hard she tried to analyze him, she couldn't begin to guess what he was thinking.
It was unsettling.
And so she turned the page once more.
The laughing, mahogany eyes of Yuusuke Urameshi greeted her as he stared at the camera with a confident (bordering on arrogant) smile. He was a strong, relatively lean man, with a substantial physique and long limbs. His muscles were lean and hard—a street fighter's muscles.
His stance was arrogant and powerful, but Storm could still see the kindness shining through like a beacon. It was very obviously there, though many might not notice it. It was a strange sight to behold: a gruff, but kind young man. No more than a boy, really.
He was just barely an adult, by American standards.
Throwing an automatic glance at the clock, she let out a mental groan. It was nearly midnight, and she was still supposed to call a meeting and discuss the urgency of getting these boys to the Institute safely.
She skimmed over the last two files rapidly, in a hurry.
She then smiled wryly.
After all, it wasn't every day that you find out the world's most influential teenager was a mutant. Let alone his brother.
Seto Kaiba would not be pleased.
Closing up the rather large folder, she stood up regretfully. Her legs cracked, notifying her of how long she has been in the rather impersonal office chair. However, she ignored the pain as she used the intercom to call all of the current X-men into the conference room.
She then grabbed the folder and left the room, she had to get the meeting hall ready for presentation.
As it turned out, they were going on a little field trip.
NOTES:
Okay, so as you see, I've screwed with the timelines of both YGO and YYH quite a bit. I'm not sure if I've screwed with X-men, as there aren't many dates documented in the movie series. Besides, both animes seem to be relatively high-tech, so it's really more realistic for them to take place in the 2000's, anyway! XP In essence, the entirety of the fanfic starts of in 2010, though there MAY be flashbacks.
All of the anime characters are (physically) aged from 17-20 years of age.
The timelines for the shows/movies go as follows:
Yu-Gi-Oh- the main characters were born in 1992, not including the younger YGO characters. They are 17-18 years of age. This story takes place around a year after the end of the series.
Yu Yu Hakusho- the main characters were born (or physically look like they were born) in 1990-91, not including the older characters. The characters physical ages are 19-20. This story takes place around a year after the series.
X-men- this story takes place five years after X-men: The Last Stand.
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