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A/N: Hey. It's me again. Yeah, I know I'm getting annoying. I know. It's just... you know... When you think of a good story you just gotta write it! Anyway, this is some fic I thought of the other night, and decided to post. This is – get ready – sort of a companion story to "Visser Three's Diary"(only it's more serious). It's about two certain special Animorphs characters that I've sort of gotten REALLY INTO writing about (.)… Who, you ask? Well, ain't it obvious, just by the title? That's all. Read and Review please!

In Hate

By Sinister Shadow

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Hateful!

Visser Three

" YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!"

I opened my eyes slowly. What a night. Not only does Iniss snore, but –

Heh. Aaaaanyway…

I awoke to the sound of a sharp scream, almost as loud as an entire planet exploding (not the Andalite Homeworld, unfortunately…).

" YAAAAAH! YAAAAAAH! YAAAAAAAAH!"

Who the hell was screaming like that! I shot up like a board in my bed, once again tangling Alloran's hooves in the sheets. I always do that. It gets seriously annoying after a while… Nevertheless, I was determined to find out who was causing all this racket. It wasn't bad enough that Iniss had to have his own room, someone just felt obligated to scream like a dying Andalite bandit when they know my P.A. is the deepest sleeper you'll ever meet! Geez, what does the freaking universe have against me!

… You're wondering what an "Andalite bandit"is, aren't you?

Good question.

My name is Esplin Nine-Four-Double-Six, the prime. And no, you should not be obligated to repeat this abnormally long designation every single time you ask me something. Just call me Visser Three. That is my Yeerk rank, – a high one -- and what I am naturally known as around these interstellar ships my fellow Vissers and I usually reside aboard.

We Yeerks are a species of parasites. We live in huge pools where we absorb Kandrona rays, a nutrient essential to our survival. We used to be limited by these pools, having no knowledge of the world around us… But because of one Andalite's – a species of meddling fools who have always been and will always be our enemies – kindness, we know today how to infest other species and live on the grounds of our planet and those of others. The infestation of a host is what keeps us fighting for our own freedom while taking over that of another creature. I know, it seems hateful… But it's each creature for itself in this harsh universe. So that's why we Yeerks enter the ear canal of Gedds, Hork-Bajir, humans and many others; creep into their brain and take control of them. Complete control of their minds and bodies. Then it's the Yeerk living your life, not you. Of course, you, the host, are still alive, but trapped in a mere corner of your own mind, just watching as the Yeerk in your head takes control of your entire life…

As for me, Visser Three, I am the only Yeerk to ever have taken control of an Andalite body. The Andalites are far too formidable an enemy for us to challenge right now. But this Andalite – my host Alloran – just happened to be unconscious at the time, therefore I saw the perfect opportunity to infest him and take control of his powerful body. And so I became the very first, and only, Andalite-Controller, and got to my present rank.

In case you're wondering, a Visser is a very high rank. We are second most powerful in the Empire, followed by Sub-Vissers and preceded by the Council of Thirteen. I am in the Yeerk military – a commander, actually – fighting battles and winning wars. Or the other way around, depending on the situation… A Yeerk commander such as myself is called a "Visser", a Yeerkish word that means "warlord". The forty-seven Vissers range in order of importance and power by their numbers. The least powerful Visser would be Visser Forty-Seven. The most powerful is Visser One. Therefore, considering I am Visser Three, I am the third most powerful Visser!

… Hey, at least I know correct arithmetics!

We Yeerks are very big on the military. You are either a scientist or biologist (which are rare these days), a ship engineer, architect, or part of the military. In any case, all those jobs have something to do with the military in the long run! Unless of course you're a female Yeerk, then in most cases you'd be a ship slave: washing ships, doing room service, all sorts of low-ranking things like that. You see, female Yeerks aren't allowed to be in the military. No exception.

… At least… It used to be "no exception"… But that was before the Council of Thirteen made an exception. One big exception. They allowed one female Yeerk to enter the military because of her abnormal skills. Just one.

But one was all it took for me.

You see, that one female Yeerk went on to become a Sub-Visser. Sub-Visser Four-Oh-Nine, I believe. Still a pretty lowly rank, but such an accomplishment for a female. Apparently, that wasn't enough for her, though... Because then, when she alone, accompanied by no one but a lowly ship engineer, discovered and started the infestation of an entire planet filled to the rims with a perfect Class Five species, the Council was amazed. They bent the rule ever more, "just this once".

They allowed her to become a Visser. A very high-ranking Visser.

And to this day, she and I have become waaaaaaaaaaaayy more than just fellow Vissers. So, so much more. And no, it is not what you may be thinking. Just the contrary…

… We are the worst enemies that ever existed.

So that was why, at two o'clock that morning, I woke up to a sharp scream followed by an instant:

" VISSER THREE, WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!"

Now you see what I live with EVERY SINGLE DAY of my damn life! You see now why I am such an angry, bitter person? It's all because of her, I tell you! She is the single REASON my life is such a freaking disaster!

(I don't know!) I yelled in thought-speech, the natural language of Andalites. Private thought-speech. At least I was being considerate enough not to wake the whole ship up! (What did I do?)

" Oh, you know what you did!" she shrieked from next door.

(What? TELL ME WHAT I DID!) I yelled.

There was no answer. Not yet, anyway… But soon, I heard angry footsteps coming quickly this way, followed by equally angry knocks on the door.

I would have just ignored the huge dapsen, but I sort of felt like finding out what she was accusing me of now… So, resenting the following moments, I walked over to the door, opened it dreadfully, and watched as she walked inside.

" Visser Three!" she spat angrily.

(Visser One,) I sneered.

" What. Is. Your. PROBLEM!" she yelled.

I looked her straight in the eyes. (What. The hell. Are you. TALKING. ABOUT!)

She glared back at me, which sent the usual shiver up my spine before I got over it and started yelling again.

Visser One is very beautiful; loved and obsessed over by very many male Yeerks (including my own personal assistant (P.A.), Iniss Two-Two-Six…). She has a real-nice-to-look-at female human host body with long, jet black hair and even blacker eyes. She uses a different host, called Eva, for her business on Earth, but she definitely uses this younger, more fit and energetic host most often. Somehow, though, if you were looking at just the host without Visser One inside her, you'd know it right away: Visser One has this natural talent for making her own natural beauty show through the host body, without which the host would seem quite bland. She wears these unmistakable, almost endearing facial expressions, and walks with a sort of swagger tainted by arrogance. She's also very feminine, which is a characteristic the Yeerk military still hasn't quite gotten used to yet. Still, she loves being a warrior. It was her lifelong dream.

If there's a single thing I actually, genuinely like about Visser One, it's her eyes. Those amazing black eyes, shining with the soul of a female Yeerk and your typical Visser all rolled into one. Those eyes are mesmerizing, very hard to turn away from. You feel lost in them. It's a very guilt-enducing feeling for me, who hates her with a passion. But yet it's the one thing even I cannot stop: The feeling I get when I look into those eyes…

But see, when you look past all the striking, amazing beauty this one female Yeerk Visser possesses… once you look past the fact that she seems like the most important creature in the entire universe (she's Visser One, people, that's what she's supposed to look like)… you'll realize that she is the hugest dapsen you will ever meet! She's so frigging HATEFUL! I mean… REALLY HATEFUL!

… She drives me crazy. I mean up-the-wall, where's my straight-jacket crazy.

And this argument was, as usual, perfectly typical.

(For the last time… WHAT. DID. I. DO!) I yelled exasperatedly.

" You tried to set my room on fire, of course!" she exclaimed, as if it was the most obvious thing in the universe. " Tell me you don't really have that much of a bad memory, Visser."

I stayed spechless, dumbfounded, even staring for a moment.

(What the hell are you talking about, you disturbed Yeerk?) I exclaimed. (Now why would I do that? This is MY BLADE SHIP! Why would I try to set my own ship on fire!)

" Because you're a stupid retard, you damn half-Andalite freak!" Visser One screamed.

(Look, I didn't do it, okay?) I said, exhausted. (Now go back to sleep and relax your thick head.)

I pushed her, fuming, towards the door. Threw her mercilessly out of my room, locking the door behind me… She got up and banged on it for a while, but eventually tired out and went back to bed, extinguishing the flames in her room in the process.

As for me, I headed for my bed also. I lay back down with little effort, as I had gotten used to doing even in the Andalite host. I thought for a while before finally falling asleep, but when I did I didn't wake up until the morning.

… The real morning.

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Hate.

There really is no way to describe it. It's a complicated word with a very complicated meaning. You should never use it unless you know for sure what it means. Example: If you say you "hate" oatmeal… you don't really hate oatmeal. You either have never tried it, or you somehow just don't like the taste (surprisingly enough).

But in any case, you don't really hate it. To really hate something, you have to feel the need to hate it. It's a very passionate emotion. You almost have to obsess over it, always thinking about what you're going to do next to tick it off. And then when you think that you smile, wondering how it is you came up with such a genius idea.

That's how I feel toward Visser One, my worst enemy. As I said before, you can't use the word "hate" in any situation. You have to really hate someone or something, in bold, capitalized, jumbosized, even underlined letters. You have to really feel it, feel it burning like a fire, alive inside your very soul. You can't just say you hate something. You have to really mean it.

But oh, I hate her.

Which was why the not-so-typical events that followed that typical, everyday night really surprised me…

So, what do you think? Please read and review! No flames, please! Closet Fan retreating (to know what that meant, read my bio...)