All OCs belong to their respective owners. The rest of the canon anime characters belong to their respective owners.

Jess "Fenikkusu" belongs to Kakashi Forever, Kumi and Kimi Moonstone belong to Kumi Akatmatsu Moonstone, Yuki Ryu belongs to Atama Ga Kuru Teru, Carry Fuima belongs to riptocs. Katsuki Shizenno belongs to me.

A year from the day that Sukuro-ru first appeared to me, the Elite Fangirls Association, or EFA for short, was fully active and gathered regularly to wreak havoc on other dimensions.

Our dimension was bascially just empty space. White nothingness. But, it was never boring, since anything could happen. Our active bodies in this world were created from our twisted imaginations, so that added to the fun.

A while ago, I was just a normal otaku chick with a wild imagination.

Now I was Katsuki Shizenno, twisted ruler of the Fangirls. I'm a dark-skinned girl with striking, short purple hair. Acording to the tvtropes website, I'd be labeled as a spectacled sadist, deadpan snarker, and onee-sama. Cruel, isn't it?

My floating, solid-holographic supercomputer was up and running as I sat in my regal queen's chair. I pushed my glasses up on my face as I always did when I was getting ready to wreak havoc.

"EFA, now in session," I typed.

This signaled to any of the available fangirls to join the "fun".

It took less than two seconds for a puff of smoke to appear next to me. Out emerged a girl with black hair and honey-colored eyes. A large smiled was on her face.

"Jess Fenikkusu, present!" she called out.

Jess was probably one of the most energetic of the fangirls. She was almost never sad, and almost never burned out. Oh and, when around Jess, never supply her with weapons. She will use them. What would you call that? I suppose she's the genki girl. An ax crazy, British, genki girl.

Two seconds later, in a column of dark, hazy smoke appeared an ice-blue haired girl with eyes that matched. This one always had a dark aura around her. It made sense though, since she was a vampiric-dark creature thing...I forget. This was Kumi Moonstone. Her ancestry is mixed of millions of dark creatures. She probably scares the pee outta most of the people she meets due to this. Well, that and the fact that she's a bloodthirsty, pyscho chick.

Her more level-headed sister, Kimi, stood next her. Her purple hair framed her gentle face softly, making her seem much more innocent than she was.

The both of them would probably be classified as the trigger-happy Elegent Gothic Lolitas.

From behind me I heard a poof, then a thump, and then an "eep!". I jumped and pounced towards the sound. "Yu-chan!"

I landed on the purple-haired girl and embraced her, which was followed by more gasping, squealing and flailing.

Finally releasing the girl, she slumped to the floor. Her cute hazel eyes stayed fixated on me, awaiting another attack.

This was Yuki Ryu. She was a major otaku and a bit of an airhead. This one could be easily swayed by attractive bishounen. But overall, she was a certified moe girl. No really.

"Ne, Yuki-chan!" I said, disappointed. "You should've come wearing maid dress! Everyone loves moe."

Yuki groaned. "But Katsuki-onee-sama, I don't even own a maid dress."

"Remind me to fix that, my darling imouto-chan." I squeezed her cheeks.

"Katsuki-chan," Kumi called. "You should save the torture for the boys. Don't use it all up on Yuki-chan."

"Of course," I said. "We'll be ready to go as soon as-"

I was cut off by another poof of smoke.

In front of me was Carry Fuima, a strawberry blonde girl with brown eyes. She was a Pokemon fangirl, a little bit of a yaoi fangirl. She was very cute, caring and helpful. At least, most of the time. At other times, she contrasts starkly with the moe Yuki and genki Jess. She can become extremely violent and perverted, often wanting to revert to methods of torture and submission.

"Ah, good, you're here," I stretched.

"Of course," Carry smiled.

I snapped my fingers.

Suddenly, there was a loud thud.

On the floor, in front of me were Hidan, Itachi, Sasori and Deidara.

I waved happily.

The boys took notice of their surroundings, and backed up promptly.

"What are we doing here again, un?" Deidara asked.

"No idea," Hidan replied.

Sasori sighed. "I have an idea."

Itachi said nothing.

I walked up to them a grinned. "Hi! Do you remember me."

"How could we forget a psycho like you, un?" Deidara growled.

I frowned. I hated when people called me things that I wasn't. I obviously wasn't the psycho in the group. Duh.

I grabbed Deidara by the collar and threw him to Carry.

Carry's eyes lit gleefully. "Dei-kun!"

Deidara screamed before being dragged into a corner.

Hidan proceeded to curse at me and grabbed for his scythe. Then he realized it wasn't there.

I glared and he shrunk back.

I smiled. "Don't worry boys. Today, we'll be playing a fun game. We get to infiltrate a university."

A/N: I hope everyone's enjoying this! Thanks for reading! :D