DarkPika-Sama

~run boy run, this world was not meant for you~ The little boy laid prone on the ground, his school uniform covered in dirt and soot from the gunpowder. His Viking helmet had been blown off of his head from the blast while one of his shoes had flown off when he had landed. No one could tell if he was dead or alive. All they could do was pray that he was not yet another casualty of war… ~sometime in the distant past…or is it the future? ~ He was late yet again, the priest thought as he entered the church. By this time, all of the people in the village had assembled for the morning services. As usual, he wiped his boots on the do

It was just a normal night in Ikebukuro as the citizens gathered around the center of the city to ring in the New Year and to watch the ball drop on the big screen. There was cheerful chaos all abound as the bars and the restaurants were quickly filled with party-goers and aside from a few drunken fist-fights, everything was peaceful. Suddenly, a huge explosion rocked the city, shocking the celebrating people to a standstill as a colorful, wacky looking woman with pink, punk-rocker hair jumped from the smoke and equally colorful and strange looking beings started to appear from the alleyways, surrounding the crowd. There was a pregnant pause

Welcome to Crossover Hell! Don't let the name fool you, it's not going to be one of the crack-cross fics. This idea was thought of back in my freshman/sophomore years when I was young and still new to crossovers. This was originally supposed to be a crossover between Shonen Jump, Phoenix Wright, Umineko and Higurashi but I threw that in the backburner for three reasons: 1. I was too busy to do it. 2. Most of the series were incompatible with each other and there were way too many. 3. I was still new to the Umineko/Higurashi series (I kept chickening myself out of watching the series but eventually I steeled myself and actually ended being

- Author's Note - Friends, readers, internet...lend me your eyes for you're about to read a crossover written once on a blue moon...or at least, after reading way too many Marvel/DC crossovers and Shonen Jump comics in which case the latter was the result of this fanfic. There will be laughter, excitement, tears and fan service. If that doesn't get you, there's always the multitude of pairings that never fails to cause a bitch-fight among friends or a divorce between lovers. Anyway, enjoy the fan fiction and if you don't like it...well, then there's nothing I can do in that case except give you a virtual box of assorted cookies as a consolat

The next day, after school had ended for the holidays, Yuugi went to Kyonako's flat for her advice on what to do next. As usual, she was on the roof, playing her drums while blindfolded which succeeded in gathering a crowd of possible customers as always. After she was finished and had let everyone into her shop, he went into the macabre section of the shop, where she did her fortune telling. Like always, she was her in her chair, shuffling her tarot cards, an heirloom from her parents as well as her weapons. "Kyon-san?", he called. "Are you here?" She didn't look up from her cards, but she stop shuffling to a wave a hand and make a chair ap

Chapter 3 - Explanations, Explanations "Who are you and what the fuck just happened?" Dio smirked and jumped on a piece of debris that was nearby. "I am Dio, Goddess of Death and Darkness, Queen of the Underworld and your Friendly Neighborhood Grim Reaper, at your service.", she said, taking a bow. "I suppose you came because of my impressive spirit pressure, correct, Kurosuki Ichigo?" "Y-yeah.", he said, shell-shocked. He had came here for that exact reason but he had never imagined that a goddess was the source. Also, despite her short, if not cute, stature, she looked like the type that can kick someone's ass without missing a beat. How

Meanwhile, Dio was having the time of her life. Who knew that a hollow of all things was going to show up in a place such as Domino City? Currently, she had the hollow pinned down by the neck with her scythe, face down in the snow. She tugged the scythe, flat-out strangling it as it tried to get her off its neck. "Perhaps, you want to call it quits now and tell me who sent you, big guy?", she said smugly. Her question was answered with an infuriated roar and an attempt to shake her off by flailing around which only succeded in making her grip tighter to her scythe. She sighed; it looks like she wasn't getting her answers as easily as she fir

It was another cold winter in Domino City with snow blanketing the city in a pure white coat. It was also causing problems for a certain group of deulistswho were supposed to be on their way to school. "I'm going to ask you again, let go of the doorway, thief!" "And I'll say it again, no way in hell, pharaoh!" Apparently, the group had come to find out that Bakura had a hatred for snow, mostly because of Yami stuffing a handful down his uniform one day as a payback prank. Unfortunately, they found out at the exact time they were supposed to go to school. So far, they managed to drag him all the way to the aforementioned doorway without dif