Thank you so much for reading this. This is my first fanfic. Yes, it probably stinks, but please review and don't abandon me
This is a crossover story between...pretty much any animes that I want. I may take requests for animes to put in if submitted in a review, but don't count on it.
So far the current anime roster: Bleach, Naruto, , Lucky Star, Rurouni Kenshin, Toradora, Haruhi, Hellsing.
Yes, there will be more, I just haven't thought of what else I can jam in here... :P
Oh, and Jiro and Neri are OCs so don't bother looking them up. You'll get the wrong guys.
So please, try to bear with me, and enjoy the story.
Disclaimers: Jiro and Eri are mine,mine,mine! All the animes listed above are not...pity
Her breath was heavy. Sweat glistened from her forehead. Her body told her to stop. Her muscles were aching. She wanted to stop, but she knew what she had to. The sounds of vicious dogs filled her ears. Faster! Desperation pushed her body past its limits. Gotta get away! Now! Panic clouded her mind. She did not know why she was running, but she knew what would happen when she stopped. A tuft of silver hair got in her face. Brushing it aside, she gazed upon the city looming in the distance, a circus tent adjacent to it. There. She thought; a faint glimmer of hope in her eyes. I can lose them there. Then she ran even faster now, and slowly the howl of the dogs and shouts of her pursuers became fainter. Softer, but never gone.
Bright lights flooded the room. The people sat in their seats, their legs shaking in anticipation. The ring in the middle was completely empty. In its middle was a tall support mast holding up the green and white striped curtain. The tightrope cast a thin shadow, evenly dividing the ring into two pieces. On one side of the ring there is a giant rainbow colored ball. On the other, a series of blocks stood stacked upon each other. Two entryways stood at opposite ends of the tent. The customer's entrance was still flooding with people. All empty seats were filled. The crowd began to quiet as the sound of wood clicking against the ground begins to fill the room.
The curtain to the performer's entrance opens. A man walks out. His body is shrouded in a black cloak. His face is shadowed by a green striped hat, further hidden by the open fan in front of his face. His wooden shoes softly knock against the ground while he walks. Coming to a stop in the center of the ring, he snapped his fan shut. He picked up the microphone on the ground.
"Welcome Folks!" He yelled into the microphone, a smile brightening his face. "Glad y'all made it today! I am Kisuke Urahara, your humble ringmaster today. It is with great pride that I welcome you to Artenia's biggest, most amazing traveling circus!" Throwing his hands into the air, as he finished the sentence, Urahara grinned from ear to ear as the crowd cheered their hearts out. He coughed into his microphone and all fell quiet. "Now get ready folks. Today you will encounter the most amazing acts that you will ever observe in your entire lives! Just a word of caution though, these people are trained professionals so don't try anything you see here at home. And none of the actors were harmed during the making of this show…well no more than necessary." The audience laughed as Urahara whipped out his arm in the direction of the entryway. "Now get ready for our first act! She's tough, she's crazy, she's wild, and she's…four feet tall? Give it up for our favorite little trickster, Konata Izumi!"
Right on cue, a blue blur rocketed out of entry gate. It flew to the support pillar in the middle of the ring. Bouncing away, it soared straight to the top of the pole supporting the tight rope. Stopping for a second, the acrobat jumped off the pole. The crowd stared in awe as she flipped over twice before ending in a handstand on top of the ball. She flipped over one last time and sat down on top of the ball and waited for the audience's huge applause to subside.
The girl smiled a small catlike smile. She pushed some blue hair out of her face. Urahara always gets my introduction wrong, she thought to herself, I'm four feet seven inches! I grew since the last time I checked my height. A whole three inches to be exact. Take that Hat and Clogs! Konata smiled, beaming with pride. Sure, I look way younger than most 17 year olds, but it has its perks too, I guess. After all, the book stores still give me the children's discount because they think I'm a kid…But is that a good thing?
Konata brought her hand up to her face to hide her laughter. Her skin was tan, a single black beauty mark underneath her left eye. Her green eyes sparkled with enjoyment through their natural sleepy look. Her blue hair, which standing up almost reached her ankles, was currently tied into a ponytail. Her clothes were interesting to say the least, but modest. She was wearing a patched shirt and had on a pair of blue denim shorts. On her left arm was a red arm warmer, bearing the word "Chief", tied carefully over her forearm. Her shirt seemed to bear the scars of being worn far too many times, and being torn apart just as many. It was a patchwork of cloth from different colored clothing. The patterns were random, but in the middle of the shirt was a huge rainbow colored star. Konata made this in her free time from scraps of cloths the rest of the circus staff threw away. She did this so she wouldn't have to buy clothes and could use her salary to buy her favorite comic books. As she would say, it was more "economical".
She stood her full four feet seven inches on top of the ball, and then flipped backwards. A pair of wooden swords, thrown by Urahara as he stood in the shadow of the entrance, flew through the air. He watched Konata effortlessly snatch the swords out of the air before landing in a crouching position. He whispered a soft "go". The shadows to his left shot forward towards Konata. It slowed down, slowly coming into focus, revealing its true form. It was a relatively tall person wearing complete black. A black scarf covered his face, stopping just before his dark yellow eyes. His black hair was unruly, the bangs brushing in front of his face, the back and middle sticking up, giving him an appearance of having just woken up. The audience gasped as he swung a wooden sword at Konata's head. The smile never leaving her face, she brought up both swords and blocked the strike. The audience felt a wave of air wash over them; forced out by the swords connecting at a high speed.
Konata smiled evilly as she pushed upwards with both of her swords. The boy was thrown backwards as his sword flew into the air. Viciously grinning, Konata released her secret technique. "Secret Strike! Heritage crusher!" she yelled as she brought her leg up in a powerful kick. The boy snapped into focus as he quickly brought his leg up, his thigh intercepting the foot bound for his groin. Pivoting on his feet as soon as they touched the floor, he launched himself at Konata, unleashing a strong punch with his right fist. Konata dodged to the left as the arm barely grazed her. For a split second she was face to face with the boy. He hissed, "We agreed! No cheap shots!"
Konata snickered. "You agreed. Did I ever say I did?" She laughed as she grabbed his arm with both her hands and tried to flip him. One step ahead of her, the boy twisted as she threw him. His hand grabbed onto hers as he landed on his feet. Using the momentum from Konata's throw, he lifted her off the ground. Konata yelped as she was picked up and spun around in a circle. The boy grunted, then threw her with all his strength at the center pillar.
The crowd held their breath as Konata flew towards the pillar. The smile never left her face as she flipped over, hitting the pillar with both feet. I never thought I'd be thrown Mario style. Touche. She thought. Immediately she lowered her head as her wooden swords flew straight at her. She felt them graze her head and saw a single strand of blue hair fall in front of her face. Crud. I forgot I left those. Immediately she threw her hands up and grabbed hold of the swords which had firmly embedded themselves in the pillar. She quickly pulled them out and swung downwards to block a sword swing from the boy, who had jumped after her prior to throwing the swords. The force of the blow shattered all three of the swords as the two began to fall to the ground. Looking down at the ground, which was rising surprisingly fast at him, the boy realized he hadn't planned out what he would do next. Konata was enjoying herself too much to notice. She grabbed onto the boy, quickly flipping them both over so their heads were facing the ground. The boy started to fight back, his hands grabbing onto her and pulling them both upright. The two began to struggle in midair, both trying to gain leverage upon their opponent. Konata began to gain the upper hand, until she noticed they were about to hit the ground. Uh oh. She thought right as they both hit the ground.
A huge cloud of dust erupted in the ring. The audience gasped, wondering what had happened to the young performers. The dust soon began to settle. They could make out a figure standing, but they couldn't tell who it was. As the dust settled, the audience began to cheer. The boy had removed his scarf, a wide smile spreading across his face. Sitting atop his shoulders was Konata who was cheering and frantically waving her hands at the crowd. They stood there, basking in the audience's praises. Urahara walked up and raised the boy's hand. "And that's what you call a fabulous performance!" He yelled into the microphone. "A glorious, and outright destructive, battle between the best of friends! Give it up for the performers! Konata Izumi!" Konata jumped off the boy's back and landed on the ground. She bowed her head to the crowd. "And Jiro Katarna!" Jiro smiled as he waved to the crowd. "Now get ready for our next act!" Urahara smiled, watching the crowd swoon as he, Konata and Jiro walked back to the entrance. "Oh." He said to Jiro and Konata. "When did you stage that fight anyway?" Jiro and Konata looked at each other, a puzzled look on both their faces. They both turned to Urahara. "What do you mean staged?" They asked in unison.
Finally, the circus was empty. The crowd had gone home, the lights turned out. Konata and Jiro sighed, looking at the now empty circus tent. "Fun, huh Kona-chan?" Jiro asked the blue haired girl sitting next to him.
She looked up from her comic book. "Yup. You're a really good actor you know. Unless that first swing of yours was for real?" She pouted. "You weren't trying to hurt me were you? Little old me…" She tried to purr like a cat. Jiro thought it came out more like a broken fusion motor.
Jiro smirked. "It was only as real as that kick to my jewels." He glared at her.
"Naturally." Konata said, putting on her cutest puppy dog face. They laughed. Konata smiled. "You wanna go to the city now? I heard there's a good bookstore there."
Jiro's face brightened when she said "bookstore". "Deal, let's roll." He said, grabbing onto her hand and dragging her to the city.
Konata and Jiro were walking through the market, marveling at all the bright expensive gizmos that they could never hope to buy.
"How much does this cost Jiro?" Konata asked innocently.
"More than I can pay for Kona-chan. Keep moving." Jiro said as he pushed her to the next stand. Jiro tugged at the little wallet hanging off his pants. I wonder if I should buy something for Konata. Jiro began to look at the short otaku walking along side him. She was wearing the same sewn together outfit she wore at the beginning of the show; Konata also believed in saving her energy for more important things, such as comic books, instead of gathering fabric for her hand-made attire. Which was why she only had two sets of pants and shirts. Jiro sighed to himself. Even though he shared her love of comic books, he knew the necessity of new non-torn up clothing.
Jiro continued to watch Konata as she glued herself to a figure on display. She was his best friend in the entire world, and he knew that Konata felt the same. They had basically grown up together as a brother and sister in the Urahara circus. Neither of them knew their parents or had any siblings, so they became each other's little family along with the rest of the circus crew. They both were highly laid back or lazy as Urahara put it, but Jiro acted like the older sibling when necessary, even though they were the same age. Jiro smiled as she slipped into Otaku mode. He could never keep up, but he enjoyed listening to her. If only she made some more sense when she ranted. Jiro thought to himself. A hand frantically waving in his face snapped him out of his daydreaming.
"Yo! Jiro! I'm in the middle of an otaku rant! You gotta pay attention to these things!" Konata smiled a cat-like grin. "Unless… you were too busy gawking at me to listen." Konata snickered.
Jiro smirked. "Yeah, I've totally fallen for your flat chest." Konata punched him in the arm.
"See, you admitted it. You perverted lolicon." She teased, a huge catlike smile on her face.
"You wish. And don't use otaku words I don't understand." He stuck his tongue out at her.
"Oooohhh… Jiro's bullying me! What is a sweet innocent girl supposed to do in this situation?" She laughed. "So, where do you want to go next? There's a new manga volume on sale. Come on, I wanna buy it!"
Jiro sighed. "By 'I wanna buy it' you mean you're going to make me pay for it again."
"But of course." Konata was sticking her tongue out at her.
"Why do I always have to be the one to pay?" Jiro scratched his head as he reached for his wallet.
"Because you never say no. Now come on! Let's go!" Jiro groaned as Konata dragged him to the bookstore.
The walked to the bookstore, talking and laughing the entire way. They were so engrossed in the conversation that they didn't notice the frantic footsteps coming from behind them. Suddenly a girl slammed into Jiro's back. They fell to the ground. The girl mumbled an "I'm sorry" and proceeded to run away. Konata watched the girl run away. She was relatively tall, a giant compared to Konata. Her short silver hair was bouncing; her bangs fluttering in front of her eyes. Her black skirt and shirt were ripped from the fall. She's kinda cute. Konata thought. I'm actually jealous. It's not fair, why does every girl but me get a set of melons. It's not fair! She actually laughed at her own complaints.
Konata scratched her head. "I wonder what that was about. What do you think Ji…" She looked down to see Jiro lying unconscious on the floor. Konata squeaked and rushed to Jiro. She was frantically trying to wake him up."Jiro! Come on, she didn't look that heavy! Get up! You'll still have to buy me the book even if you're knocked out! Come on you lazy perverted…" Jiro shot up, his head connecting directly with Konata's. They cursed as they stood up.
"Geez" Jiro said as he dusted himself up. "What was that about?"
"Maybe we triggered a flag?" Konata tried to add in helpfully.
Jiro shrugged his shoulders as his hands drifted down to his pockets. He started to pat his pants and began to turn around frantically. Konata looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Ummm, something wrong Jiro?" Jiro cursed as he ran off in the direction the girl ran. "Jiro! Where ya going?" Jiro turned his head and began to spout swear words as he ran. Konata barely caught the "my wallet's gone", hidden in the swear words.
Konata stood there wondering what happened, then pouted as the realization hit her. He's just using this as an excuse not to buy my manga! Sneaky little… Konata was snapped out of her fury as somebody tapped her on the shoulder. She yelped as she turned around. There was a legion of soldiers standing behind her. Dogs were howling, clawing at their chains; the expressions on their faces mirrored their owners. The leader, by Konata's guess a captain, walked up to her holding a piece of paper. "'Scuse me miss. Have you seen this girl?" The paper was a wanted poster. It read: Wanted Neriria Nachi Bounty: To be decided upon her capture. Minimum $1,000,000,000,000,000 Wanted for: Confidential. Dead or alive. Konata looked up at the soldiers. They tried for a menacing appearance, but Konata sensed something beneath that. Fear? "What's she wanted for?" Konata asked.
"None of your concern young lady. Now, where did she go?" The soldier's hand rested uneasily on his sword, twitching irritably.
Konata took a deep breath, trying not to shudder. "S-s-s-s-she went that way!" She shouted pointing to her left.
"Oy! I found part of a dress over here! Matches the one in the picture!" Another soldier yelled from behind Konata. Konata froze.
"Were you lying to us young miss?" The captain asked as he began to draw his sword.
"Well… You see. It's a funny story." She smiled a catlike smile and bolted down the alley that Jiro had just run through. "After her!" The lead soldier yelled and they chased after her. A scream erupted ahead of them. "JIIROO!"
Curtains up, lights on, please welcome your host... The...author?
Author: Welcome everybody, wow, great to be here!
Konata:Ummm, where the heck are we?
Author: Oh, right, right explanation. Welcome to our little corner, specially designed to clarify, classify, and pretty much waste time.
Neri: So basically you're wasting time and trying to clean up your mistakes in the chapter.
Konata: Aren't you worried about him lowering your appearances if you piss him off?
Neri: Please, I'm a main character. I'm not afraid of him!
Jiro: You know we can kill main characters off you know.
Author:*cough cough* Yeah... and we'll be answering any questions the viewers have for me or you guys!
Konata: So be sure to review or the author will start crying!
Author: That's righ...Hey!
Jiro: I didn't get to talk much...
Konata: Don't worry, there's the next chapter's corner...assuming the author doesn't get booed off stage.
Author: I heard that!