A/N: Attention everyone! This is a VERY EXTREME FANFICTION. Therefore, people who, A. Hate Yeerks; B. Hate stories that completely defy the laws of Animorphs nature (and, come to think of it… nature, period!); C. Take heart attacks or oher shock syndromes easily; or D. Don't like Visser Three, Visser One or any Visser for that matter, or just the two of them without minding other Vissers… should definitely NOT read this story if they do not want to be disgusted or appalled in later chapters! Thank you! Now, for all you non-applying people, and, of course, Closet Fans, read on!

Thanks Kharina, for reminding me that I HAD to continue this! Enjoy!

And, of course, thanks Concrete Angel and Edriss for being as big Closet Fans as I am myself! Hope you like.

Thanks Edriss for FINALLY updating TH-40! That's one of the man reasons I finished this chapter so quickly. Closet Fan rules!

And finally, thanks to EVERYONE who reviewed!

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In Hate

"None Other Than…"

Visser One

My name is Edriss Five-Six-Two.

But please, do not call me that. It's quite an ugly name, if you ask me. Feminine, true, but ugly. I much prefer female names with a fiercer sound, such as "Aftran" or "Vedar". But not "Edriss"! Whoever called me by this name better be dead or else I'll –

Hum. Okay Visser, time to get on with life.

I was born in a grandiose, luxurious pool on the Homeworld, called Sulp Niar. It is the main pool on the Yeerk Homeworld, where I spent the first few years of my life before my best friend, Tehlit Two-Eight-Six, and I were transported to the Andalite Homeworld in order to be "in case" Yeerks for possible Andalite captors…

… But that is a completely different story.

I am fourth oldest in an abnormal amount of Yeerk siblings. I have two-thousand, three hundred and twenty-nine of them, to be exact, with only three older ones. I also have a twin sister, Edriss Five-Six-Double-Two, the lesser, but we sort of gave up on the long twin names since it was soon discovered that my lesser twin greatly resembled a great female legend named Anati Two-Two-Four. That Yeerk later had an entire planet system named after her (for who knows what reason), and species have evolved there. Now, because of her great resemblance, my sister is now her namesake, and is usually known except for formal events as Anati Five-Six-Two, ridding me of the nuisance of constantly having to precise "the prime" at the end of my name.

Ever since I was born, people have been telling me that I am the Yeerk with the most natural beauty they have ever met. I wouldn't know. I've never exactly seen myself in my natural form, since Yeerks are blind. But we Yeerks can tell just by the readings in our palps what shape, color, length and form another Yeerk is. Apparently, I'm thin with medium-sized palps, very well-formed, and of the most attractive color for a female Yeerk: an almost glimmering light silver.

… Yes, of course we Yeerks also have our standards on attractiveness.

A lot of species (COUGHAndalitesHork-BajirSkritNaOtherDumbDapsensEtc.) think Yeerks have no genders because it takes three of us to reproduce. Well, hello Andalites and company, how would we even think about reproducing if we didn't have genders! Sometimes I wonder who the real morons of the universe are…

No, we have the regular genders: male and female. Only, for some reason, it takes two males and one female to be able to reproduce successfully. Even we don't know why. I guess it's just physics. Biology. Whatever.

I'm not a scientific nerd like most females. I am not a ship slave, or a female that males just use to reproduce with when they feel they have nothing left to do on the planet. We Yeerks die in the act of reproduction. Which means the female population has been greatly diminishing. There were much less females than males, even in the first place. But now it's worse than ever…

Except I will never turn out like that. I'm the exception to the rule, the prodigy, the difference. You see, I am the only female Yeerk who was ever allowed to become a Visser. It was what I always wanted to be. I wasn't interested in becoming a slave. Not at all. So I went along with my dreams and eventually succeeded.

Now I am the most high-ranking military commander in the Yeerk Empire. Shows them that females can be just as good… So don't call me Edriss Five-Six-Two.

Call me Visser One.

" Visser! Wake up!" screamed a voice, directly in my left ear.

" YAAAAAH!" I screamed, jumped up and looked around frantically.

" It's just me, Visser! Calm down!"

I looked to my right and collapsed back down onto the bed, relieved. It was just my personal assistant, T.E., sitting on the carpet, trying to wake me up.

I looked at the built-in clock in my floating, detachable nightstand. Eleven! I had overslept big time!

" Oh, God!" I exclaimed. Then I frowned. " That dapsen is going to pay for this!"

" Which dapsen?" asked T.E. cluelessly.

" You know which dapsen…" I replied bitterly.

You see, in my life as Visser One there is one gigantically catastrophic downside. One big mistake. One teeny little nuisance that I can't seem to get out of my life!

And his name… is Visser Three.

I jumped up from the bed, walked over to the closet, opened it, and quickly grabbed a black military jacket which I quickly put on before leaving the room.

" Visser? Visser, where are you -- "

I slammed the door behind me.

" … Going?" T.E. gulped.

I walked about five steps in the hallway before stopping and knocking fiercely on the next door down from my own.

" VISSER THREE!" I yelled, raging. " Get OVER here right NOW!"

( Oh no… ) I heard Visser Three's exasperated thought-speech. ( Just a moment. )

I heard the tapping of his hooves against the polished floor of the ship. They got closer, closer…

" Who is it?" asked a slightly worried female voice from inside the room.

Wait a second… Female voice?

What the hell? I thought to myself. I had to stop myself from laughing and screaming all at once… What the hell! Since when does –

But before I could finish my thoughts, the door swung open and I found myself standing face to face with my enemy.

( What is wrong with your face? ) he exclaimed angrily. ( Oh, and… ) he lowered his thought-speech to a private whisper. ( Could you please, please, PLEASE not ruin my life today! I have company. )

I smirked. " What kind of company?"

Visser Three rolled his eyes.

( My brother and sister, you dapsen! ) he exclaimed.

Oh. Alright then…

" Which brother?" I found myself asking.

( You don't want to know. ) he replied, starting to close the door on me.

" Ah, I see…" I laughed. " You're stuck with your twin the lesser for the entire day!" I snorted derisively. " And to think I was going to punish you for causing my waking up too late!"

" Esplin, what are you doing out there?" asked Visser Three's sister.

I looked at him again. "Which sister?"

( Deyss Five-Two-Two, ) he said. ( You don't know her. )

He was correct, of course, I didn't.

He started to reenter the room and I didn't stop him. Not that I cared about his problems, of course… I just didn't want to argue like mad as I usually did with those poor innocent bystanders in the room… Even if one of them just happened to be yet ANOTHER very annoying Yeerk who is very easy to relate to Visser Three to the point of realizing the two are twin brothers.

See… the truth is… I didn't want to have to see Esplin the lesser. Seriously, I didn't. I never do. He is seriously creepy. And I MEAN it!

" And stay there!" I yelled at the back of Visser Three's head.

( You bet I will, ) Visser Three sneered. ( I'd take my brother yelling false accusations of burning his decrepit human house down over arguing with you any day! )

But then, suddenly, before our eyes, someone squarely leapt out of the room. It was a human, a male. He had brownish-blond hair and blue eyes, and COULD have been considered handsome to human females if it wasn't for the undeniable trace of whacked dementia in his now-hideous face.

This, you see, was Visser Three's brother… Esplin the lesser.

" EEEEEEESPLIIIIIIIIN!" the lesser called, seeming completely oblivious to the fact that Visser Three was standing RIGHT THERE.

( Esplin. ) Visser Three sighed. ( I'm… I'm right here. )

You see what I mean?

" Oh OKAY!" the lesser shrieked. " Guess what, Esplin! You are a very considerate brother, to let me eat a whole pack of your fine maple-and-ginger oatmeal like that."

( You WHAT! ) Visser Three exclaimed. ( Okay, that's it. We,) he grabbed the lesser's arm, ( are going inside now. )

Then he turned back to me, his eyes actually pleading.

( Help? ) he squeaked.

I smirked and crossed my arms. " Oh, never in a million years."

And, I guess my speaking was a mistake, since I found myself regretting it a second later...

" Oh!" the lesser screeched, a smile lighting up his face.

( Will you -- ) Visser Three started, trying to pull his twin back into the room.

" It's you!" he exclaimed. " I haven't seen you in a long time!"

" Thank the lords…" I muttered under my breath.

( Look, Esplin… just get in the room. ) Visser Three ordered sternly.

" Can I have lunch, then?"

I squirmed a little. I don't know why. I guess I just kind of have a slight fear of Yeerk cannibals, which is exactly what Esplin the lesser is. Maybe that's the whole reason I absolutely hate being around him. If you ignore the fact he's deranged, and Visser Three's twin brother!

" Don't worry," the lesser said, having noticed my slightly pale face. " I won't eat you. Never you! I only eat ugly low-ranks if I can help it. You are neither."

( In other words you eat shitty green Yeerks? ) Visser Three mocked.

" Can it, brother."

Visser Three just smirked.

" Hey, Visser One!" the lesser exclaimed. " Come on in with us, you can have some oatmeal."

" Eum…" I mumbled. " I don't like to overdose."

But it was too late. Before I – or Visser Three, for that matter – could even think of a decent objection, Esplin the lesser dragged me into Visser Three's room, completely against my will. Soon, I found myself standing in the very familiar room, the room in which I got stuck in now almost every day, with Visser Three and his P.A., Iniss.

Today though, instead of Iniss, there was a Yeerk in a female human host sitting on Visser Three'sd completely useless couch, and resting her feet on Visser Three's completely useless sofa table. She had dirty-blond hair and light green eyes. She smiled with all her teeth when she noticed me, and quickly stood up on stable legs.

This, is suspected, was Deyss Five-Two-Two.

( Watch out for Deyss, ) Visser Three warned privately. ( Her current host has a serious hearing problem. She was due to get a new one a couple weeks ago, but it just never happened. )

I nodded, a slight movement, showing I had understood while not giving any sign of it to the others.

" Ohhhhh, Esplin!" Deyss exclaimed, rushing over to take a look at me. " Is this the mate you've been telling us so much about?"

I swear Visser Three's Andalite face turned dark blue. He looked at Deyss as if he'd just found out she had mated with one of the Andalite bandits.

( Deyss! ) he exclaimed, outraged.

" This is Visser One!" Esplin the lesser added.

Deyss simply looked confused.

" But Esplin," she said softly. " We don't have a sister named Chun."

" Not sister Chun, you mo --" the lesser started, before being cut off by Visser Three.

( Visser One! ) Visser Three exclaimed.

" VISSER ONE?" Deyss exclaimed, almost taking an inner seizure. She looked around frantically. " Where?"

( There! ) Visser Three.

" THERE!" the lesser.

They both pointed at me. I decided to act curteous in the presence of this curious, half-deaf Yeerk, and made a little wave with my left hand.

" I'm sorry, Commander!" Deyss blushed. " Deyss Five-Two-Two. It's a pleasure."

" Yes, well…" I said, not adding much else.

I went to sit down on a rickety (and completely useless) chair in a corner of the room. And I would have stayed in that chair for a long time, until they told me I could leave.

But you know, sometimes life happens. I'm Visser One. I control a lot of things around here. Mostly everything on this ship and on our planet either belongs to me or to the Emperor.

But even with all the control I have, even I couldn't control what happened next…

And after all that, it was Esplin the lesser who saw it first.

" Hey look!" he exclaimed, perched at the ship window, the only window in the room, looking out into black space. " Esplin, come look at this!"

Visser Three rolled his eyes, probably thinking his twin was trying to fool him. But still, he was curious, so he strode off to go take a look.

And let me just tell you, as soon as he saw what the lesser had first noticed, he decided he was no longer in the mood to roll his eyes…

Curious myself now, I got up off the chair, trying to just completely ignore the mixture of disbelief, amazement and fear – yes, fear – that was now lighting up Visser Three's Andalite eyes. I slowly crossed the ten steps' distance that separated me from the window, which Visser Three, his twin, and Deyss were now crowded around. I practically had to shove Esplin the lesser into the nearest wall to get a decent look…

… But as soon as I did look… I found myself wishing I never had.

And then I said what none of the other three had yet had the courage to say:

" Andalites!" I exclaimed. " There are five Andalite fighters coming this way!"

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