Crossroad Conventions

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the ten animes mentioned in this massive crossover. This whimsical piece of work is merely my weird and wacky tribute to some of my favorite series. No profit is gained except reviews.

Note: Thank you so much for putting up with this crazy, crazy story until the very end.

I know that I have not given each of the ten series equal attention but I really didn't have the time, patience or creativity. You will see to which series I am biased but I preferred focusing on specific characters than giving everyone just a little bit of presence in the story. It's a weird crossover thing anyway.

I apologize for the crappy writing quality as I squeezed this in between studying for my final exams. But it was a lot of fun to write and if you got a laugh or two reading it, then it would have served its purpose.

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Chapter Ten: Dispersion

After a long day of strange adventures and making new friends and acquaintances, the historic crossover event.

Each member of the hotel staff was waiting in breathless anticipation for the moment when all their work would be over at last, when they could breathe again.

So far, everything had worked out and all the participants were still alive and well (albeit some were slightly intoxicated and all were happily exhausted.)

Every event had proceeded as planned with minimal controversy and now, it was time for all the guests to return to their own worlds and to resume whatever journeys they were in the middle of.

Many were eager to leave, while some were somehow reluctant to leave the company of the new friends they had made.

Reactions to the end ranged from "Wow, I can't believe it's over!" to "Thank God it's over, let's get the hell out of here!"

What was clear, however, was that everyone would be taking home a bunch of unique memories!

"This is really weird," Hitomi told Kagome, "it's not like we can exchange cell phone numbers or email addresses or anything."

"I know what you mean," the other girl replied, "but for what it's worth, I had a lot of fun with you, Hitomi."

"Same here," the psychic answered, "and I wish you all the best!"

"Maybe if another weird conference happens, we can meet up again!" Kagome said cheerily, eliciting groans and mutterings from the rest of her companions.

"Maybe," Hitomi said, "take care now!"

"Bye everyone," Yuri waved to his new friends and they waved back.

The other sophomores even bothered to politely bid farewell to Miaka and her group. But they all wished they would not have to meet her again.

"It was an honor to make your acquaintance, Master Sanzo," Miroku told his fellow-monk politely.

Sanzo, as was his manner, merely nodded curtly before turning around and walking away.

Meanwhile, Sanzo's party was busy getting ready to resume their journey. They said their good-bye's to the group of Kougaiji, knowing that they would eventually cross paths anyway.

Yusuke and his team bid farewell to the ninjas of Konoha and Suna while the alchemists of Amestris and Xing said good-bye to the GetBackers and company.

Of all the categories in the convention, the groups that had bonded the most were undoubtedly the Sophomores in Strange Lands and the Femme Fatales. They were the most reluctant to part ways. So warm hugs and kind words were exchanged before the women finally said goodbye.

The men, for their part, were not sentimental at all, but still did not deny that they had learned some things from their bizarre experience. If anything, they had seen how other winning teams worked to triumph over adversity, and they had all managed to pick up more than a few useful fighting techniques.

Besides, no one left empty handed as souvenir gift baskets of provisions (food and some wine, complimentary toiletries, and fruits and pastries) were given to every participant. The souvenirs would be consumed easily but at least they were useful.

When some had asked for the hotel's business card, the staff at the concierge merely shrugged and said that the place was going to go out of business as soon as the conference was over.

This puzzled a lot of the people there and they began asking many prying questions about their wonderfully peculiar venue.

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"Why were we brought here anyway?" was the unresolved question of the day.

As much as the guests asked, prodded, demanded, hypnotized, coerced the members of the hotel staff, they could not find out any information on the identity of their mysterious host or hostess.

At most, the staff had referred them to the Organizer, who came with her clipboard and yet could still not reveal anything.

"I was only put in charge of executing a pre-ordained programme of activities," the Organizer had explained, "all we know is that we're getting paid for this job, and that it's a one time, big time deal."

After a while, the guests decided to drop their curiosity and simply resign themselves to the fact that they might never find out who had invited them to the conference and why he or she or they had done so. It didn't really matter anymore since they were all alive and well, and about to go back to their worlds.

Besides, all of them were more than accustomed to a fair share of weird happenings in their lives. This whole day of madness and mayhem would just be another chapter in their already convoluted histories.

"If we are not meant to know the whole truth," Sanzo commented, "then, it probably doesn't really matter."

Many others nodded in agreement at the monk's words. They had all been tossed around by fate to know that sometimes, it was best to just let things be.

So, one by one, the guests from various universes were beamed up and out of the Twisted Destiny hotel, never to return.

Some wondered why the transportation head could not find something a little more original than pillars of light but they did not dare complain for fear of being transported in an unpleasant way.

They all just rode the waves of light and watched as every trace of their conference venue disappeared from their sight.

And soon, the lobby that had been filled with people of all shapes and sizes became a vast, silent, empty space. When the final guest had disappeared, every member of the hotel staff heaved a sigh of relief.

Then, they got busy cleaning up and clearing out the entire venue as fast as they could. And when all the debris had been disposed of and everything was a tabula rasa once more, the Organizer sincerely thanked and commended everyone in the staff for a job excellently done.

"Well, people," said the Organizer, "that's a wrap."

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