What if Animorphs were Anime?
Part Three
Disclaimer: Animorphs still belongs to Scholastic and KA Applegate, despite the fact she fucked up the ending. I make no money from this work of fanfiction. All of the mentioned anime series do not belong to me either, and I still ain't makin' no money.
A/N: I write these when I get bored. And I'll put a mention of what the hell I'm talking about this time. Spoilers for all these anime series. Beware a serious CLAMP bias.
X/1999
"Seems that you've finally chosen," Marco said, a faint smile playing on his lips as he turned, to face the alien-morphed-human enter the infirmary room. He was still clutching the sword his brother had so recently birthed, covered still in his blood.
"Marco- what are you talking about?" he asked, looking down at Tobias, lying so still on the bed.
"There must always be a balance between heaven and earth," Marco answered softly, getting to his feet, eyes shadowed. "For one to have a choice, someone else must have none at all." He stood before his morphed counterpart and leaned down to whisper in his ear, one hand traveling down his arm-making Ax shiver.
"You have chosen to protect this world as it is- not a revolution."
Ax stared. "I-"
"I am the other Aximilli."
The sword in his hands was snatched away- and Ax gasped as he was picked up and thrown into a wall. Grunting, he looked at his friend.
"Marco- are you crazy? What's wrong with you?" The air wheezed in his lungs as he tried to recapture his breath- a stabbing pain told him that he'd probably snapped a rib.
"I told you- I am your twin star. The one born to take the empty seat, whichever side you chose. Since you have chosen to be a Dragon of Heaven, one of the Seals- it is my destiny to become a Dragon of Earth… and kill you."
Taking the sword, Marco smiled at Ax, and turned to the bed, taking the limp Tobias off the bed and blasting a hole through the wall, still clutching the sword in one hand.
"Marco- wait! What are you doing?"
The buildings in the old construction site shuddered as old girders fashioned themselves into a cross, with Tobias suspended spread eagle, tied there with rusted cables.
"Wait, please- Marco, stop!" Ax screamed, leaping after Marco, who smiled at him. Ax felt like his blood had turned cold- before he screamed, shards of glass slicing through the air to pin him to a piece of wall.
There was a faint breath of air before Ax screamed again, his hand impaled by his own sword.
"The Earth is wishing for a revolution," Marco whispered, leaning over him, stroking his face almost lovingly, before pulling the blade free- and adding more glass. Ax cried his throat raw.
"Such a strong voice," Marco murmured, and licked Ax's hand before stroking his face lovingly. His lips brushed over Ax's neck, tongue flicking out to clean away the blood.
"The Earth wishes for a revolution, one that human beings will not be able to interfere with. Not you, not the Andalites… no one." Ax shuddered.
"And I will wipe out all who pollute this earth."
Ax felt terror override his own pain as Marco pulled away, licking his lips and leaping to the cross' beams. Wild excitement filled his face as the holy sword flashed, descending-
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Impaling Tobias through the heart.
Pain was forgotten as Ax tried to pull away from the wall- but the glass bit only deeper. It didn't matter.
There was nothing he could do.
Marco only smiled more- tightening the cables and laughing as Tobias' body fell apart like a puzzle.
Fruits Basket
"So, you're saying, that to morph, you have to hug someone of the opposite sex?" Cassie asked, confused.
Marco hissed, over in the corner, sulking while Jake, currently a golden retriever, nodded.
"I'm the dog, Tobias is the rat, while Marco is the cat."
Descendents of Darkness
Rachel looked down at Visser Three through dead, dull eyes, dropping the blade she had just used to impale him.
He didn't believe it.
"You-"
"I shouldn't have ever existed in this world," she said softly. "I should never have been born."
There was a pause, as Rachel closed her eyes, raising her arms over her head, beseechingly.
"Flames of dark anger, take the form of a heavenly serpent…"
Heat spread as the creature being summoned arrived, fires colored black sprung all around.
"And descend. I call you… Crayak."
Visser Three shuddered.
"Even if you kill me, you will never be free of this pain you feel," he hissed as blood frothed from his mouth. He tried to keep pressure on his wound. "You and I both know it- we are both the descendents of darkness!"
Rachel didn't pay him any attention, hands reaching up to meet the monster she had called.
She didn't hear Visser Three snarl something at the clone in the tube behind her, didn't know what happened to him, and didn't care. All she wanted was to open her arms for the final death.
"No!"
Someone was calling her.
"Burn with fury, Crayak. Burn it all away- and take my immortal life with it."
Someone was calling her…
Chrno Crusade
"You would dare?" Tobias snarled, eyes glowing red as power gathered around his seemingly twelve year old body. "You- who are so low as to have no rank- who hasn't even a name? You would DARE to harm my contractor?"
The young warriors of the Order shrank away, watching the demon as it faced off against the cute boy they had always fawned over.
He didn't seem young or cute now.
"You would dare hurt what is MINE?"
They couldn't do anything but watch as two wills fought, as Tobias strained against the bonds that held him from draining Rachel's life-
"TOBIAS! I'm all right!"
Salvation came in the form of Rachel, tackling him from behind and driving them into the dirt- but cutting off his morph in the process.
"Its all right, Tobias," she whispered, soothing him- before turning and aiming her gun.
"Give peace to the lost lambs…"
Noir
"Not much of a pilgrimage," Rachel said, raising her eyebrows at the younger female, who had somehow perched herself on hanging girder.
"Tell me- who are you?"
The smaller person looked down- and looked at the silver pocket watch as it produced its tinny tune.
"Noir."
Rachel gasped- and then jumped and whirled as a bullet struck near her ear. Returning fire, she dived for cover. Her companion apparently had had enough. She leapt from her roost, easily hitting the next level of the construction site and dashing away.
"You little…"
Pretear
"What do I need to do?"
There was a pause, as Tobias, the Leafe Knight of Hawk and Wind turned to the would-be Pretear, Rachel.
Her face blazed with determination. "What do I need to do to become Pretear?"
Tobias frowned at her- and offered his hand. Taking it, Rachel's eyes widened, and she fell back as she morphed into the Pretear of Wind.
Once the pretty sparkles faded away, she looked at herself, at the eagle's body she now wore-
"Is this what they mean by Pretear?"
Card Captor Sakura
"Key that hides the power of darkness, I, Cassie, command you under the contract. Release!"
Cassie, dressed in one of Rachel's absurd costumes, raised her Sealing Wand over her head, as she captured her latest card- the Dolphin.
"Return to the form you were destined to be in! CLOW CARD!"
There was a soft giggle as Rachel caught it all on film. "Its so splendid, Cassie!"
This caused her friend to blush bright red. "Its really embarrassing…"
"Are you getting me? Are you filming me?" shouted the small, floating form of Aximili as he hovered over Cassie's shoulder.
Jake snorted. "Stupid plushie…"
"What did you say?" Ax snarled, and bit Jake's finger.
Tokyo Babylon (different from above X/1999 universe)
Rachel approached the shadowed form of the Sakurazukamori, like a ghost, dressed in her brother's shikifuku.
He waited for her like a predator, looming, given even more presence by the Tree that they stood underneath.
Marco smiled. "Hello, Rachel."
She smiled back. So they were back to their little game, were they?
"Hello, Marco."
"What did you call me out for?" He lit a cigarette, then took off his sunglasses, revealing one eye white and dead… the eye he had lost protecting her brother. "You know you can't possibly hurt me."
"No… You see, there is this spell that only I can do." She smiled- though it was more like baring her teeth. "I want you to kill me."
She welcomed his embrace as he pulled her close- free hand stabbing through her chest and out below her rib. Death caught her and her vision started to go dark.
I'm sorry, Tobias…
Marco caught her, holding her almost gently.
"Why did you do that?" he seemed genuinely curious, as death started to eat her from the toes up. "You know wouldn't have done it if you hadn't asked."
Rachel smiled, even as blood ran down her chin.
"I have a Wish, about you and Jake…"
Witch Hunter Robin
The young woman, dressed in her dark habit kneeled, sniffing the strange diagram on the ground.
Rachel tried to walk over to her, but was stopped by Elfangor.
"Wait- don't you want to see how a native craft user would handle this? One born and bred in the Craft's native land?" He murmured, speculative eyes on Cassie.
Cassie paid them no mind as she slowly paced forward- and turned to handle the Controller, calling, but misaiming, her fires.
That's all I care for right now. Totally unapologetic nonsense. Bye now!