A/N: For lack of a better name, this story is called 'The Pink Notebook.' Why? Well, you see, it's because my good friend Acid and I wrote it in a pink notebook. It's a massive crossover containing all of our favorite animes and, of course, yours truly and her co-authoress.

Warnings: tons of crossovers, ooc-ness, some slash, and, in the words of the ERSB rating whatever, 'Comic Mischief'.

Disclaimer: I only own a little of it---namely, my own characters such as Chaos. She's all you really need to know of my OCs at the moment nod.

The Pink Notebook

 As long as time has existed, there have been two heavens presiding over the earth: the petty heaven and the high heaven. The gods of the petty heaven began as virtuous and kind, but as they gained worshippers, they gained arrogance. Soon, they began to overstep the boundaries the high heaven had laid out for them and went so far as to create beings of their own. These creatures that they combined their power to produce were three dragons named Death, Destruction, and Chaos. The heavens intervened then, harnessing the three dragons before they could wreak their havoc on the earth. The first two, being predictable and controllable, placidly accepted their fates. The third, Chaos, went mad with power. She burst from her bonds and turned on the petty heaven, destroying it and her creators, along with her brothers. As soon as she set her sights on the high heaven, though, she was captured and imprisoned in the body of a girl---young, weak, and immortal, un-aging. Banished forever to be without power. She found a way around this ruling, however, and once again caused discord, this time in a kingdom of ancient Egypt. A priest captured her before she could run rampant, and he sealed her away in a tomb in the middle of the desert. And there she has slept...

Bob pulled his pink rhinestone-studded sunglasses down over his eyes to shade them from the brilliant reflection of the sun off of the sand, and then continued to dig. ((A/N: Bob=Yami Yugi from the series Yu-Gi-Oh!)) Seto stood over him, a cat-o-nine-tails in hand.

The whip struck out, flaying the sand directly to the right of the "boy".

Bob uttered a yelp and jumped into the air. He dropped the toothbrush he'd been using and wailed, "Seto, I don't wanna dig anymore! It's hot and I'm sweating and my eyeliner's running and I've got sand in my stilettos and this miniskirt is making my thighs chafe!"

"Hey—" Seto cut in, "I didn't ask you to wear the miniskirt, okay?" He paused for a moment, then continued, "Or the makeup. Or the high heels."

"But I wanted to look nice for my ikkle Kaiba-poo!"

Bob crept up on his hands and knees toward Seto.

Seto raised the whip in front of himself protectively. "Call me that again and I'll sic Ryou on you!"

He tugged on the leash that randomly appeared in his hand, and Ryou cam e out from behind a sand dune, dressed in tight black leather, a spiked collar around his neck and dog ears nestled in his lavender hair.

"This is really degrading, you know," he muttered, folding his arms.

"I'll double your pay," Seto responded.

Bob's eyes widened at the sight of Yami Bakura, and he immediately took up the toothbrush again and continued digging.

"Much better." Seto flopped down in his lawn chair, sipping a glass of iced tea. Ryou stood near, arms still folded.

"Have a seat," Seto offered, gesturing to sand beside him.

"I can't," Ryou growled, "This leather's too damn tight."

Seto's gaze slid downward.

Ryou slapped him. "Pervert!"

Seto sat back, rubbing his cheek ruefully. "God, I'm paying you extra. You should at least let me look..." he grumbled.

His mind wandered then, and he found himself thinking again of his great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather's map, which he'd somehow magically followed, even though they were right in the middle of the desert with no markers around. The treasure he spoke of...the golden dragon...he had to have it!

Just then, Bob cried, "Owwie! I, like, broke an acrylic on this freaking rock!"

Ryou hurried over, giving Kaiba a lovely view from behind. He paused by the sizeable hole Bob had dug and studied the bottom a moment, eyes narrowed. Then, he burst into maniacal laughter.

Seto set down his iced tea and ran to the side of the hole, pushing aside Bob, who was rocking back and forth staring reproachfully into the hole and pouting. Kaiba peered in and spotted the cause of the excitement. At the bottom of the hole lay a portion of a sandstone slab with hieroglyphics carved into its surface. He crouched down and brushed away the sand that had collected in the grooves of the marking, then read aloud, "Hickory dickory dock. The mouse ran up the clock. The clock struck one, the mouse ran down, and all your base are belong to us!! P.S. Bob."

Kaiba stood, knocking particles of sand from his impeccably-pressed, dry- cleaned slacks. "This is it. This is the same spell my great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandfather used to seal the tomb forever. The spell that makes this tomb impervious, unbreakable, un-openable." He paused for effect, striking a brilliant pose, then turned and collapsed back onto his lounge chair, taking a great draught of his iced tea. He waved the whip then, and added, "Okay, Bob, open it."

Bob stomped his foot. "But Kaiba—"

Kaiba gave him his most deadly glare. "What was that?"

"Digging!" Bob yelped.

By evening, the grave was uncovered, Seto was finally out of iced tea, and Ryou had a sore throat from laughing.

Then came the moment of truth: to open a tomb that had been locked for millennia, a tomb that was unbreakable, impervious. Everyone held their breaths as Bob lifted up the latch and pulled. The tomb slid easily open.

Seto rushed to the side of the hole and peered into the dark depths of the tomb.

"Torch," he commanded Bob.

Bob handed him a flashlight.

Seto descended into the tomb.

It was a crypt-like affair, with a long, dank stone hallway devoid of the hieroglyphics or ornaments customary to Egyptian burial places. He followed the hall to a stone wall. Set into it was one symbol: a golden dragon.

With a cry, Seto wrenched it from the wall. "I've found it!" he shouted. He then proceeded to turn around and start out, when behind him, there came a grating noise. He turned back.

The wall was moving! It slid away, revealing a room b brilliantly lit. Light from gold, gem-encrusted fire bowls reflected off of precious jewels, precious metals, and a solid gold altar. His eyes rose to the altar, and his heart stopped. For there, set on the altar, was a dead girl!

He flinched back instinctively, and then stepped forward, curious. She was draped in an ivory-hued robe, both her and the robe perfectly preserved. It was only when he leaned over her to study her sharp-featured face outlined with deep brown curls that he realized she was breathing.

It was then that her eyes opened.

"Eeep!" Seto cried, leaping back as she sat up and yawned hugely.

"Eh, that was such a nice nap," she murmured, stretching as she stepped off to altar. Her eyes, gilt-hued like everything else in here, cut to Seto.

"Ah, Seto, there you are." She started toward him, then stopped, frowning. "What the hell are you wearing? And why are you looking at me like that? Wait...you're not Seto! Who are you? Why are you here? And just what the hell are you wearing??" She eyed him suspiciously.

"I'm—dragon—here—Seto..." he cleared his throat. "I'm here for the golden dragon. I'm Seto the XIX."

"Ah," she said brightly. "In that case..." she held out her hand. "You've found the golden dragon. My name is Chaos. Nice to meet you."