Hybrid Madness

Andrea/Andie/Ayame-chan: Yes, I'm creating a side-fic with my godsister, Risako Matsuki. Hehe... the first chapter of this Shaman KingxInuyashaxTsubasaxFruits Basket hybrid/crossover is done by rachiru77. I haven't thought of any pairings yet... but, still, all the while enjoy! If you have any questions, feel free to send an e-mail to me or to Rachiru ((Midori))-chan. Well, both of us ARE in this, so YEAH... if you want to know, Midori-chan's e-mail is: presea. Midori let me write down her e-mail, so if you have any questions, or suggestions, just e-mail me, or Presea- er, sorry, Midori-chan... ();;

Notes: I'm Ayame in this story, and as I've mentioned before, Risako is Midori.

Disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King, Midori doesn't own Shaman King... eh, we'll list the other disclaimers later. Let's just say we don't own 'em all.

Chapter 1:

"…Ayame-chan?"

"…Stupid VCR!"

"…Uh…" The younger girl sweat-dropped. Rubbing her head ruefully, she combed through her lightly tanned-brown hair with her hand as she stared at her friend Ayame who is now stuffing three things into the TV systems… the Shaman King DVDs into the DVD player, recorded episodes of Inuyasha into the VCR… and a copy of Tsubasa lying on the floor.

"You think it'll work?"

"Of course!" Ayame beamed proudly at her work. "When did you ever think I'd never succeed? My inventions are always precise and correct-"

ZAP!

"What was that?"

Midori sighed. She loved her best friend dearly, yet some times when she seems like… a crazy, mad scientist.

"Whatever. I wanna be in the anime world, so I'm going to!" Ayame said happily, as she pressed the 'Play' button on both the VCR and the DVD player.

"And this," Midori said, holding up the manga copy of Tsubasa.

"And that," Ayame agreed.

Silence.

"Nothing happened!" Ayame cried.

ZZZZZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!

Suddenly, the TV screen glowed, and sucked in the two girls.

"Whee! This is so cool! Look! Anime dimension!" Ayame said happily as the two girls were hurtled into who-knows-where.

"What? How can you be thinking of this at this time?" Midori cried. "I'm gonna FALLLLLL…………"

"OOF!"

"Oww…" Midori moaned as she rubbed her butt. "This hurts!"

"COOL! I'M ANIME!"

"Huh… What?" Midori looked behind her.

Ayame jumped up and down, her black hair trailing after her. She was still wearing her red tank top and denim skirt.

"Whoopee!"

"Wait, where are we?" Midori brushed herself.

"Hey, Midori-chan, you're still wearing your normal clothes." Ayame pointed at her. It was true- Midori wore an orange T-shirt with a zipper, and a black skirt.

"Well, yeah, you too. Know where are we…?" Midori looked around.

Both looked around. Surrounding them was a giant ginto tree, its orange-red fan-shaped leaves falling. A small pond. Several Buddha statues. A small, cherry tree at a corner-

"KYAA!" Ayame jumped over to the cherry tree. "SAKURA!"

"Okay, okay…" a HUGE sweat-drop ran down the back of Midori's head.

"HEY! Who's out there!"

"KYAA! Someone's on to us!" Ayame jumped in front of Midori, looking around. But Midori looked thoughtful.

"That voice sounds familiar… Ayame-chan, could it be…?"

"Hey! Come out, you thief, er- robber or whatever! Or I'm gonna snowball you!"

"Baka. There's no snow." Ayame said loudly.

"AHA!" The blue-haired boy wheeled into view in front of the girls. He then stopped mid-sentence short.

Ayame stared at him.

Midori smacked her forehead.

"Look, Ayame. I think I know where we are."

"Yeah, outside of Yoh-kun's house." Ayame stuck out her tongue. "I'm not dumb, you know."

Midori sighed. "Great. Yeah, well, how do you suppose we're going to get out of this anime dimension thingy or whatever?"

"NO WAY! I'm not leaving! This is too cool to abandon!" Ayame shouted, jumping up and down.

"Okay, okay, OKAY! Sheesh…"

"AHEM!"

"WHAT?" Both girls turned angrily to the blue-haired boy.

"You, er, thieves aren't getting… uh… AWAY, you know!" The boy shouted.

"…"

"So your point is…?"

"Aren't you guys too young to be robbers?" he scratched his head.

"DO WE LOOK LIKE WE'RE ROBBERS!" Both Ayame and Midori pointed towards themselves.

"Uh… no…"

"Okay… then what are you doing here?" He asked angrily.

"That is an irrelevant question." Midori said simply.

"Yeah. We don't have to answer you." Ayame stuck out her tongue.

"…"

"Whatever. Let's try to talk some reason to Yoh and Anna." Midori suggested.

"Okay!"

And both friends walked happily past the dumbstruck Ainu.

"OI! Where do you think you're going!" He screamed.

"Somewhere safe from you." Ayame answered back, waving goodbye.

"…"

"That was Horohoro, wasn't it?"

"Yep. Now let's go find Yoh and Anna!" Midori said, smiling a bit.

"Front door says, 'Guests only'. I wonder what that means." Midori said aloud.

"We don't have any money to stay at the inn. Okay, let's try the back door…" Ayame suggested, and in doing so peered back at the garden path they had came out from.

"But… Horohoro might catch us…" Midori said simply, and instantly they heard some screaming inside, which provided some lovely background music for the girls to think.

"Nah, I still have my evil binder specially made for slaying services," Ayame shrugged it off cheerfully. "I can whack the perpetrator's head with one, single blow."

"That's true… okay, then, let's go!" Midori agreed.

Both of them start walking back into the garden. Midori looked nervously around.

"I have a weird feeling about this…"

Ayame sighed. "It's OK, imouto-chan! It's not like a ton of snow would suddenly be dumped on us."

She did not know how right she was.

And as Ayame had said, a heap of thick snow was dunked on top of the girls. And the perpetrator jumped out, revealing that he was…

"Horo-!" Midori's muffled voice came out… well, muffled.

"If you two got into the house, then I'll have my head for dinner!" Horohoro laughed gleefully.

Ayame's hand suddenly stuck out of the snow and grabbed Horohoro's ankle, and then she pulled hard. And I mean HARD. And when she pulled, Horohoro lost his balance, and when Horohoro lost his balance, he fell down. HARD.

"UMPF!"

Ayame clambered out of the snow, shaking the snow off, and beamed proudly over Horohoro's lifeless body.

"Stupid fool!"

"…" Twitch, twitch.

"…" Twitch, twitch.

"…Owie…" Horohoro groaned inwardly. He than sat up- albeit painfully.

"HA! NO ONE will ever get away ALIVE for dumping snow on my head!" Ayame laughed maniacally, and Horohoro whimpered. But then they were distracted-

"Hello, I need some help here…"

"AHHH! MIDORI-CHAN!" Ayame quickly dug out the now frozen Midori, lips blue.

"I… I-ah… ACHOO!" Midori sneezed hard.

"Uh oh, you're sick!" Ayame bit her lip nervously.

"Of course I'm sick!" Midori cursed loudly. "And I'm too cold to move!"

"Quickly, or she'll catch pneumonia!" Horohoro said, to Ayame's horror, concerned.

"I'm not that strong enough to carry her-"

"I'll- I'll do it." Horohoro offered, albeit he grinned a little. Ayame sighed.

"Alright, as long as my imouto gets better. Where are the towels?"

"If you go in to your left, there's a closet full of 'em. Get some, and come back to that room." Horohoro pointed at a guest bedroom with the porch door open.

"Okay, be right back." Ayame sped off. Horohoro then turned to Midori.

"Can you get on my back?"

"I'll… I'lll try… I'm… not feeling well…" Midori mumbled, as she clumsily clambered on to Horohoro's back. "And don't you try anything funny… I'll get Ayame-chan to whack your head…"

"Uh, when did you get such an idea in your head?"

"Nevermind. Just get me inside."

Horohoro carried Midori back to the said room, and Ayame appeared with towels in her arms.

"Um… do you guys have money…?" Horohoro asked.

"No…" Ayame narrowed her eyes. "Not yen, I don't have…"

"Hmm… this could pose a problem…" Horohoro muttered under his breath.

"What? Say that again?" Ayame said hotly.

"Er, nothing of utmost importance!" Horohoro hastily said, and averted his eyes from the girl who was starting to don a frightening battle aura- a mixture of ominous blue and fiery red.

"Stupid Horo." Midori muttered.

"…Uh, Canada?"

"Yeah, ever heard of it?" Ayame asked sarcastically, looking at Horohoro.

"…Um… no…"

"It's a country in North America." Anna said simply.

"I see…"

"…Well, you two are welcome to stay here until Midori-san gets better and you can find a passage back to uh… what's it called again…?" Yoh scratched his head.

"Canada."

"Oh right, Canada. So, uh, Anna… do you think it's okay to let them stay…?"

Anna looked at Ayame.

"I don't see why not. But for a small fee, or a payment as you may want to call it…"

"Payment? I uh, I don't have money…" Ayame said, emptying her pockets out.

"Alright then. It's settled. Since we are running a high-class hotel here, I'd like you to do some small chores and errands around the house."

"Like housemaids?"

"No. When did you get that idea?" Anna sipped her tea. (A/n ((Rachel)): Too many authors copying the housemaid idea… so I'm not going to do it… for the sake of my guts…)

"Anna has a good idea!" Yoh said, smiling.

"What is it?" Ayame asked.

"I want to have the gardens renovated." Anna said, gesturing outside. Indeed, the garden looked pretty plain, with a few ponds, etc. "I need your creativity to re-do the garden, and give our customers a more pleasurable stay here at my inn."

Ayame sweat-dropped. Big time.

"Okay… anything else?"

"No, it's fine. And I'll give you some money and the list of plants and trees I want you to buy."

"Alright… I'll talk this over with Midori." Ayame shrugged indifferently, and bowed before Anna before leaving the room.

Silence.

"Canada?" Horohoro sighed.

"Get out, and don't come back until you've finished your chores!" Anna barked.

Rachiru: Like it? Hate it? Drop a review on the way, plz.

Andrea: Gardening? You sound like an old coot!

Rachiru: Whatever. Gardening sounds fun.

Andrea: I thought gardening was grandma stuff.

Rachiru: Yeah…? Well… I'm not old, am I?

Andrea: You're never gonna be older than me!

Rachiru: So this isn't really grandma stuff. I think it's more fun decorating the garden-

Andrea: Like what? Finding interesting little insects in the dirt, and stick a plant on the dirt floor?

Rachiru: …You have no interest in life…

Andrea: (shifty eyes) whatever…

Rachiru: ANYWAY… Just please, review… and yes, the garden thing was my idea. I thought Yoh's backyard looked a little… plain…

Andrea: (scoffs) Whoop-dee-do. Gardening sounds so exciting.

Rachiru: Stop being sarcastic and write your part of the next chapter!

Andrea: Okay, okay… sheesh…

Rachiru: Anyway, when are you going to come over my house to discuss 'The Story Plan of this Ridiculously Weird Fanfiction™'? And besides, I need another player for Tales…

Andrea: Meh. Soon. Tell me when you're not busy.

Rachiru: (sweat-drops) Somehow I don't think this is related to what we're talking about…

Andrea: Chinese on Saturday with Jonathan, Sunday the church retreat, what's new?

Rachiru: …

Andrea: …I don't think the readers should be reading this.

Rachiru: I concur.