AN:
And you thought I couldn’t get any worse (better?). Anime crossover since I’m putting in a few anime characters from different shows. Now, I haven’t seen Angel Links, so I’m portraying Meifon based on an ASSUMPTION. So please forgive me if I’m wrong about anything that has to do with her and her universe/world/show. Everything I know about Angel Links comes from the trailer on my other anime DVDs. If I got the spies’ ages wrong… well, I’ve only seen five eps so far.

Standard disclaimers apply. (In other words: I don’t own ANYTHING that pertains to any show or anything you’ve seen on TV OR the hotel. ’Nuff said)

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Totally Theoretical! WOOHP’s Experiment

Somwhere in Shinjuku, Tokyo, Japan

One day (well, night) after work, Ootori Reika calmly walked down a rather uncrowded sidewalk in West Shinjuku. She stopped suddenly after feeling what she interpretted as a zap. Looking at herself, she gasped. Her hair was fluffier and longer and was a brighter orange-red. Her coloring was brighter and, unknown to her, her eyes were now a vivid green.

“What the…”

She gasped, noting the change in her voice, and noticed that her movements were more comical. Then, before she could think more of it—POOF!—she disappeared in a cloud of green smoke.

Somewhere between Earth and the Moon, in space, on the battleship White Base

After she was done with her shift, Sayla Mass calmly walked to her room. She stopped suddenly after feeling what she interpretted as a zap. Looking at herself, she gasped. Her hair was a much more golden shade of blonde, but still retained its gravity-defying properties. Her coloring was brighter, and, unknown to her, her eyes were a very bright sky blue.

“What the…”

She gasped, noting the change in her voice, and noticed that her movements were more comical. Then, before she could think more of it—POOF!—she disappeared in a cloud of pink smoke.

Somwhere in space, on the space ship Angel Links

After the usual at the bridge, Li Meifon calmly walked to her room. She stopped suddenly after feeling what she interpretted as a zap. Looking at herself, she gasped. Her hair was now black and her skin was tanned. Her coloring was brighter, and, unknown to her, her eyes were a brownish shade of honey.

“What the…”

She gasped, noting the change in her voice, and noticed that her movements were more comical. Then, before she could think more of it—POOF!—she disappeared in a cloud of yellow smoke.

Somewhere in Los Angeles, California, USA

“AYAAA!!”

“WAAAH!!”

“AAAGH!!”

THUD!

The three young women fell to the ground in a heap. They struggled with eachother, trying to untangle themselves from eachother as a tall man by the name of Jerry watched the color-coded girls.

Yes. Color-coded. Reika wore a lot of green, Sayla wore a lot of pink, and Meifon wore a lot of yellow.

“Hello, girls,” he said in a British accented voice.

The three abruptly stood, brushing themselves off lightly as they looked at him.

“Glad to see you’ve made it, Reika, Sayla, and Meifon,” Jerry continued.

“Excuse me,” Sayla spoke up, “but who are you, and why did you bring me—” she looked to her right and rolled her eyes, “—us here?!”

The man just smirkishly smiled, looking down at the shorter girls.

“WAH!” Reika shrieked. “What did you do to me?!!” she accused, not fully sure that it had been Jerry who changed her. “I… I look… seventeen!!”

“This is a problem?” Jerry countered.

Reika glared and bared her teeth, then withdrew after hearing her heartbeat and feeling her pulse at the X shaped vein to the right of her forehead.

“Why are we here,” Meifon flatly asked.

Jerry cleared his throat.

“You three have been selected from all the different anime universes out there by an organization known as the World Organization of Human Protection. WOOHP for short.”

“Why?” the three chorused.

“Why, an experiment, of course!” Jerry proclaimed.

“WHAT?!” Reika shrieked.

Meifon rolled her eyes.
“Are you always shrieking?!”

Again Reika glared, this time ignoring the pounding of the X shaped vein to the right of her forehead.

“No, I’m not. Maybe it’s HIS FAULT!!” she yelled, pointing to Jerry.

Meifon crossed her arms and fed the tall man a glare.

“Undo this now and send us all back.”

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, girls,” he said. “Yo—”

“Wait_a_minute,” Reika interrupted. “They are ‘girls.’ I am—” she stopped midsentence and reconsidered her word choice, “—older.”

“Do you need a mirror or something?” Sayla spat. “Get over it! You’re not in your world, and you’re apparently not you anymore!”

Jerry clapped, leaving Reika with her mouth open before she could retaliate from Sayla’s “attack.” The three glared at him in perfect unison, or so it seemed.

“You see, the experiment is actually quite simple: We want to see how teenage girls from different worlds could react when plucked from their worlds and placed in a new environment,” he declared.

“I AM NOT A TEENAGER!!!”

“GET OVER IT ALREADY!!!”

“As you may not notice, Reika and Sayla, you’re already showing signs of attatching to eachother,” Jerry continued, directing that particular comment to the fighting pair. The two, in turn, bared their teeth at eachother, sparks from their eyes meeting between them.

“Part of the ‘experiment’ is to give you new identities, looks, and jobs. We took the liberty of doing that for you.”

“Oh, yay. That makes me so much calmer,” Sayla sarcastically said.

“Oh, it should,” Jerry said. “You three will be attending Beverly Hills High under the names of-” he pointed to Reika “-Sam-” he pointed to Meifon, “-Alex-” he pointed to Sayla, “-and Clover.”

Reika’s eyes widened and her pupils became small.
“SAM?!”

“Be happy,” Sayla said, arms crossed and frowning. “I got a name that makes me sound like a blonde steriotype.”

“I have no complaints,” Meifon said.

“But why Sam?! Couldn’t you take on another name, more like mine? How ’bout Rika?”

“IT’S SHORT FOR SAMANTHA!!!” Jerry yelled, head huge. His head shrunk back to its original size and he took on his calm, smirky look again. “Since you’ve ‘stumbled onto our organization,’ you will be working as for us as secret agents or spies, call it what you will.”

“So we get to travel…” Sayla shrugged. “Not bad.”

“It’s stupid is what it is,” Meifon said.

“Well then, shall we proceed?”

“No!” the girls chorused.

“Excellent.”

Jerry snapped his fingers and the floor under the female trio swung open. They were suspended in mid air for a few seconds—enough time to sweatdrop and cling to eachother—before they fell.

“AYAAA!!”

“WAAAH!!”

“AAAGH!!”

THUD!

The three scrambled off eachother and stood, looking at their surroundings.

“A house by the beach?” Reika asked in disbelief.

“How observant, Reika,” Sayla spat.

“How do you like your new accomodations?”

At that—Jerry’s voice from who knows where—the three clung to eachother in fear.

“Not bad,” Sayla said, looking around, eyes wide as saucers.

Meifon, the first to break free of the shock, narrowed her eyes and abruptly pushed Sayla and Reika away from her. The two, in turn, were suspended in the air for a few moments before they hit the ground and sweatdropped.

“There is a convertible in the garage. Reika, you should find the keys in your left pocket.”

Reika pulled the keys from her left pocket; her eyes turned into hearts.

“WOW!”

“What is wrong with you!?!!” Sayla said, sweatdropping and stepping away, action which Meifon also performed.

Reika blinked twice and dropped the keys with another shirek. Tears gushed from her eyes.

“But I don’t wanna chaaange!!!!” she wailed.

Sayla’s face scrunched up, then she burst into laughter and tears at the same time.

“I just realized I’m dreaming!!” she wailed. “IT’S ALL JUST A DREEAAM!!!”

Meifon started to cry in sheer terror.
“You’re all insane!!!! I HATE ALL OF YOU!!!!!” she wailed.

After listening to their incesant crying for what seemed like hours, Jerry loudly cleared his throat. The three had hugged eachother, sat on the floor, and cried together. They looked up, river-like tearstains marking their cheeks.

“Get over it, girls. Once you’ve settled in to your new selves, you’ll be fine. You may not even remember your past until the experiment is over and we’ve found the perfect replacements.”

“YOU MEAN WE’RE LIKE LAB RATS?!” they chorused.

“Precisely.”

Reika sniffled.
“I want Mitsuo…”

Sayla sniffled.
“I want Amuro…”

Meifon sniffled.
“I want my spaceship…”

“Now, now, girls. Settle down. Get some sleep; tomorrow is your first day under your new lives. Oh, by the way, you may call me ‘Jerry.’ Good night!”

The three still held themselves together. Realizing this, they pushed away simultaniously, fell back on their behinds and hands, and slowly backed away into the color-coded doors that led to rooms set aside for each of them.

*

SCREEECH!

“WAAAH!!”

“AAAGH!!”

The car screech to a halt at the school parking lot, leaving a few feet of tire marks on the asphalt.

“My godmother,” Sayla cursed. “How come you get to drive?! I can pilot a Gundam.”

Reika shoved her out of the car.
“Shut up,” she grumbled.

“Just GO! We’ll be late for school,” Meifon despectively said.

The three walked inside the building to their right and eyed the halls, wondering about which locker was theirs. They assumed they each had one, since all the other teens were rumaging through their own.

“There,” Reika said, pointing to three shiny metal lockers down the hall.

“You know this how?” Sayla asked.

“A note was in my pocket.”

“A note. With instructions?!”

Meifon shoved them forward.
“MOVE!”

Sayla rolled her eyes at Reika after she was told her locker combination. Soon after one more argument about that, the trio went to their scheduled classes.

At the end of the school day, they almost literally dragged themselves to those same shiny lockers.

“That was mortifying,” Sayla complained.

“No… it was boring,” Reika commented. “If you had gone to the same school I went to in Tokyo, then you’d be complaining.”

“It was humiliating,” Meifon grumbled. She unlocked her locker’s lock and opened the door. Suddenly, the three found themselves sucked into the locker and sliding down some long, snaking, metal slide.

“AYAAA!!”

“WAAAH!!”

“AAAGH!!”

THUD!

They moaned, this time not having landed on eachother.

“I hate my life…”

“Ditto…”

“Hmph…”

“Hello again.”

“Jerry!” the trio chorused. They looked both happy and annoyed to see him.

“I have but two things to tell you: One, you’ll be going on your first mission. Two, I’ll be giving you your gadgets.”

“Gadgets?” the three inquired.

“What, you expect to go on these missions without gadgets?”

The three shrugged.

“I thought so.” Jerry rumaged through his coat pockets and pulled out the items, in groups of three, explaining their uses.

Sayla examined the lipstick.
“I hope it doesn’t smear…” She donned a comical shock facial expression accompanied by a sweatdrop to the right of her forehead. “I am not a model… I am not a model… I am not a model…” She continued repeating that to herself until Jerry interrupted by handing them fuschia compacts.

“Those are for communication between you three and myself,” he stated calmly.

The girls nodded. Jerry explained their mission: There were disappearances at a hotel in the Caribbean, and, since WOOHP stands for World Organization of Human Protection, they were sent to make sure no humans got hurt and the ones missing were found and saved. In short: Trying to protect the people.

Without giving them a chance to complain, Jerry snapped his fingers. The floor under the trio swung open. They were suspended in mid air for a few seconds—enough time to sweatdrop and cling to eachother—before they fell.

“AYAAA!!”

“WAAAH!!”

“AAAGH!!”

THUD!

Hyatt Regency Cerromar Beach, Dorado, Puerto Rico

Dressed as not-color-coded tourists, Reika, Sayla, and Meifon stood gaping at the large and beautiful lobby. They checked in and got their room keys; their rooms were located on the third floor, rather far away from the pool facilities, piece of beach, and the stores.

“So, I guess we should find our—”

“That way.”

“—rooms.”

Meifon, the youngest of the trio, sweatdropped and semi-sulked at Reika’s quick problem-solving remarks. On the way there, Sayla nearly drooled upon seeing all the topless built guys walking to the pool and/or beach.

“I’m liking this,” she said.

SMACK!

THUD!

Reika stood proudly at the front of the fallen Meifon and Sayla and their bags.

“We’re here!” she proclaimed.

“Mind giving us a warning next time?” Meifon griped. “GET OFF ME, SAYLA!”

“It’s CLOVER, REMEMBER?!”

“WHATEVER!! JUST GET OFF!”

“STOP YELLING!!”

Reika’s head returned to it’s normal size after that short and abrupt end to the other two’s bickering. She smiled and pulled out her room key, sliding it through the lock type thing. She pushed the door open and picked up her small suitcase.

“Room 376!”

She stepped inside, followed by her comrades. The room had two beds, a TV, two comfortable-ish chairs with a table between them, a dresser, a closet, a bathroom, and a glass sliding door that led to the balcony. From there they could see part of the lush-looking pool area. They unpacked. Meifon stepped out to the balcony, in which there were two white beach-type chairs and a table. Someone shrieked, and this time it wasn’t Reika.

She looked down to the pool area in time to see a towel take quite some time to fall all too gently to the ground.

“Hey guys!! Look!! Someone just disappeared!!”

“DISAPPEARED?!”

The other two ran to the balcony, nearly falling over the rails. Thankfully, the third floor had concrete window pane-type things. The two looked to where Meifon pointed.

Then they gave her a look that told her she was insane.

“There was a shriek and when I looked the towel fell!!!”

“Riiiight…” the other two chorused.

Meifon put her hand to her forehead.

Out of nowhere, some black cable-like thing wrapped around the now black-haired girl’s wrist! Then, even more mysteriously, it pulled her away! Up and away!!

“AAAGH!!”

“MEIFON!!—er… ALEX!!” the other two chorused.

“What now?!” Sayla griped.

Reika thought for a moment, then raised her hand, pointer finger out. She had an idea!

“I have an idea!” she proclaimed.

“What?! What is it?!”

Reika pulled out a gun-type device that Jerry had given them.

“We just attatch ourselves to that jet-thing that pulled Meifon—er… Alex away!”

Sayla sweatdropped.
“It’s too far away, Reika—dah… Sam,” she said.

“Oh.” Reika put the gun-type device away. Then she ran inside and came back with two backpacks.

Sayla looked at her questioningly.

“They’re jetpacks, Sayla—um… Clover,” Reika proclaimed.

“Now that is thinking!”

The two slipped on the jetpacks and—VOOSH!—they were off.

Somewhere north of Dorado

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!! LET_ME_OOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUT!!!!!!!!!”

Meifon glared at her captor, the sparks from her eyes being stopped from reaching her because of the crystaline encasing the now spy was kept in.

“HAHAHAHA!!” the villainess cackled in a squeaky-ish dub voice. “You really ARE pathetic!!”

“Who ARE you?!!” Meifon asked, half concealing the terror in her voice.

The cloaked female villainess pulled off her cloak, only to reveal…

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHAAA!!!!!!!!!!! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“IT’S— A SNOW DANCER!!!!!!”

…YES! One of the not-dreaded Snow Dancers from Sailormoon S the movie AND Sailormoon Special Book #11!!!!!!!!!!!

Meifon teared up, sniffled, and fought to keep herself looking fierce.

“But WHY?! And why ME?!”

“Because it’s characters like YOURSELF that get picked for experiments! You shadow all the glorious talent of the Snow Dancers!! We could have merged into three different women and become WOOHP’s perfect spies, but NO! WE had to temporarily intercept WOOHP’s signal and FIND OUT ABOUT THIS DISGRACE! ON OUR OWN! Do you have a CLUE what that’s LIKE?!”

Meifon shook her head.

“OF COURSE NOT! You are POPULAR AMONG PEOPLE!”

Meifon sweatdropped.

Suddenly…

“AYAAA!!”

“WAAAH!!”

CRRASSHH! THUD!

…Reika and Sayla crashed into the jet-thing where Meifon was being held captive. Meifon brightened up mood-wise.

“FINALLY!” she said with a smile. “Took you long enough!”

“Just be grateful we’re here. ALIVE!” Sayla yelled, casting a glare in Reika’s general direction.

The green-suited spy sighed and pulled out her lipstick tube.

“Is that ALL you people CARE ABOUT?! YOUR LOOKS?!” the Snow Dancer fumed.

“You DARE insult FASHION?!” Sayla screamed.

“Uh… Sayla—uh… Clover?” Meifon intervened. “Get a hold of yourself.”

Sayla sweatdropped, her eyes very small from frustration.
“I needed that…”

“Well, I WON’T give her back THAT EASILY!” The Snow Dancer took a fighting pose. “SNOW DANCERS, ATTAAAAAAAAACK!!”

Dozens of Snow Dancers just like her appeared. The free spies took their stances, while Meifon banged the glass of her prison.

“LET ME OOOOOOOUUUT!!!!!”

Reika opened her lipstick tube and produced…

…A BEAM SABER!

Sayla did the same.

The Snow Dancers charged. One of them, wrapped up in the middle of her slash, crashed into the crystaline prison that had Meifon locked up, destroying the glass and herself in the process. Meifon stepped out and looked down at the icy mess.

“Cool!” She drew her own beam saber and ensued a fight alongside the others.

After some time, the small area’s floor was covered in ice. Then, before the jet-like thing crashed into the ocean, the teenage spies donned their jetpacks and flew back to their hotel room.

“Thanks, you guys,” Meifon said.

“HEY! We forgot something!!” Sayla screeched.

“What?!” Reika asked in shock.

“What about the disappearances?” Sayla continued.

“Oh that?” Meifon said with a wave of her hand and a smirk. “It was a diversion! I heard the Snow Dancers talking about it. They had comm systems in that jet-like thing and they didn’t disconnect my end! It was them all along!”

“But why?” Reika inquired.

“Turns out they wanted to be WOOHP’s spies.”

The girls looked at eachother and shrugged, then found themselves and their things being sucked into a vortex in the roof.

Back in LA

“I’m quite pleased with what you’ve done, spies,” Jerry said, smiling his usual smile.

“That was actually fun!” Sayla commented. The others expressed their agreement.

“But, I’m sorry to inform you that you must return to your worlds.”

The girls looked at themselves sadly, then jumped up in unison.

“WE’RE GOING HOOOME!!” they cheered.

Some time later

“I’ll miss you!!”

“Send pictures!!”

“Write to me, okay?!!”

“Thanks for buying us the film for our cameras, Jerry!”

Jerry waved to the girls and—POOF!—they were gone in clouds of green, pink, and yellow smoke.

Jerry walked into a conference room. He stood at the head of a round meeting table filled with shadowy figures.

“So, it went well,” one male questioned.

Jerry nodded and smirked.

“So, members of the World Organization of Homicidal-villain Punishment. Which unlucky anime characters shall be our next victims?”

The room was filled with mumbles and malevolous chuckles from the representatives of the different anime worlds as they thought up more villains to destroy…

Owari… we hope

*

AN:
In case you didn’t get it, I’ll tell you: WOOHP is trying to rid the anime worlds of their reign! They lure villains to their world by making the spy selection seem like a contest and that they lost. That sets off their villainishness, thus provoking them to attack and be attacked. By killing off all the villains, there isn’t a real plot. There must always be an antagonist! …

It’s either that or just ridding the anime world of villains. Take your pick. I like villains, actually. So… Ah, just review, since you’re already down here. Positive criticism always accepted.

Oh, btw, that hotel is really cool, and that’s the room my friends and I stayed at for our graduation celebration. If you get a chance to come, you could try it out! It’s so preeettyful!