Somewhere deep in the bowels of the Multiverse existed a throne room shrouded in near total darkness. Four shafts of light punctuated the ominous gloom. One illuminated the empty throne carved into the trunk of what could be mistaken for a Jurai space-tree. The other three lights reflected off a polished jet floor. Three shadows walked into the empty pillars of light.

"Honor to serve, Master," the shadows murmured, bowing.

"You may rise, Radhaz, OddRyoga, and Ms. Cool," Arrowyn addressed his minions. Instead of holding court from his throne, the Master harvested one single yellow fruit from his throne-tree.

"What are your orders, Master?" Radhaz asked, trying not to look at his Master's hellfire red eyes.

"Patience. I have something to show you." Arrowyn paused as he freed the fruit from the tree branch. "This is a lemon-"

"Actually, under the circumstances, the AFC bios more closely resemble a lime than a lemon," Radhaz explained.

The Master's glare silenced the professor. "This lemon, once buried in the root system of a Jurai ship-tree, will turn Jurai energy into ecchi radiation, corrupting the dimension in which the ship-tree exists into a lemon. I think it is appropriate that the AFC Kingdom receives the first fruit from the Tree of Lemon, don't you?"

"Yes, Master," the three servants chorused.

"We will seed the Multiverse with these fruits. But before we do that, there's some business we must attend to. Ms. Cool, I choose you."

"Master."

"I want you to take Vegetas P and Q out to destroy Geoduck. Let his death be a lesson for all who would defy me."

"Very well, Master. I'm ready. War-Ouki won't be able to beat me with the Four Cabbits of the Apocalypse this time. I've got a little something in store for the Kawaii Death. You can consider Geoduck's goose cooked," Ms. Cool boasted. The Meowth scampered off, mouth watering at the prospect of Peking Geoduck.

"What about Ryoke?" OddRyouga inquired. "Shouldn't she be taken care of as well?"

"That worthless cast-off is of no concern to me. If you desire, you can destroy her after you take this lemon and plant it next to Ryu-Oh in the AFC Kingdom."

OddRyouga took the fruit from his Master's hand. "Thank you, Master," he said before he teleported away.

"Radhaz, there is an opportunity for us to neutralize another group from the AFC. I want you to send one of your henchmen to the World of Shoujo to eliminate Mistress Maji's group. There's no need for you to interrupt your research."

"Very well, Master. I have just the 'person' this mission requires," Radhaz replied.

"Go now, my servant."

"Thank you, Master." As he left, Radhaz thought he heard a dragon roar.

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Sailor Pluto winced as she watch the preceding scene from the comfort of the Time Gate. How could she have forgotten about the Tree of Lemon? Not just that, there were the threats to Mistress Maji's group and Lesell's. Cursing her semi-effectiveness, the Guardian of Time tripped over her Time Staff. Snarling oaths, she grabbed the offending Time Staff, cringing as it tangled in her black, sometimes mistakenly called brown, hair. She sighed as she teleported away, her hair still entwined in the Time Staff.

Hey, even Senshi have bad days.

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Somewhere in the World of Shoujo, a place filled with melodramatic music, racing hearts, dreamy backlit backgrounds, and high school girls obsessing over guys who really need to get a clue, there is a club exclusively for magical girls. For a brief but oh-so-relaxing period of time each day, hidden from the eyes of the public, they can let down their hair, put aside their virtuous facades, and be the party animals they long to be. And this club, they call it, they call it, they call it Pixy Misa's.

Pixy Misa's caters to an exclusive clientele of magical girls, inspirational scenery (a.k.a. Tuxedo Mask and kin), and the mandatory menagerie of bizarre critters without which no magical girl would feel complete. Because of this, Pixy Misa's is one of the few establishments in the World of Shoujo to have three different public restrooms, conveniently marked "His", "Hers", and "The Litter Box." It is also the only club in the World of Shoujo that decorates with colors so bright that they could only be named "Radiation Red," "Gamma Ray Green," and "Carcinogenic Cyan." And to protect its patrons from amorous fans, amoral hentais, and any other unwanted guests, Pixy Misa's hires only the toughest feral youma from the netherverses as bouncers. It is an elegant set-up. The magical girls enjoy their refuge, the youma drain energy from trespassers, the evil overlords use that energy to continue their plans to conquer the world, and everyone is guaranteed employment for another season. Everyone walks away happy, except for hentais, who must be carried away on stretchers.

Currently sitting at a table in Pixy Misa's is Tuxedo Nut, Magical Girl Cutie Annie (Akane), and Umi Ryuzaki from Magic Knight Rayearth. Possum's someplace underfoot. Waiting outside are Mistress Maji and the rest of the team trapped in the World of Shoujo. With the exception of Umi, they are all waiting to meet Pretty Sammy, the magical girl whose world is a link to the Tenchi dimensions and the AFC Kingdom.

"...I don't get it. I'm supposed to be the supermodel of the group but Hikaru and Fuu get boyfriends before I do. Hikaru even has two! WHY?" Umi complained.

Tuxedo Anime Nut's smile was strained. He was in Hell. More precisely, he was in the Hell of Listening to Umi Whine Constantly about Her Lack of a Love Life, a small Hell greatly feared in the World of Shoujo. And Akane was not helping much either by trying to help Umi work through her feelings while Nut downed whole bottles of aspirin, 37 and counting, to fend off migraines. It seemed as if he'd been stuck at this table for a year vainly trying to block out Umi while waiting for Pretty Sammy to show. He almost screamed "There just might be a reason you don't have a boyfriend," but remembered the Cute Girl Slap Effect, that detestable Law of Anime which allows a girl with no martial arts training, say, Kasumi Tendo, to beat the living tar out of any guy, no matter how skilled in martial arts, say, Son Goku, if he's stupid enough to insult said girl. K'thardin's intimately and painfully aware of it. Lita and Lesell both swear by it. And Umi's got a wicked temper and an even nastier sword.

Tuxedo Nut sighed at the logic of his thoughts. Great, she's driving me sane, he thought.

"Now, Umi, you might want to..." Magical Girl Cutie Annie replied between bites of Pixy Misa's famous Kawaii-Death-by-Chocolate dessert.

Babbit flew in and hovered in front of Nut. "I don't know what's scarier, Umi's temper or the fact that Akane's giving romantic advice."

"Hey, Babbit," Nut grinned ferally. "Why don't you sit down. Flying must get pretty tiring."

The white bat paled, creating a new color in the process. "Not on your life! Not with that Thing around!"

"That Thing" was Mokona, a friendly cross between a rabbit and a marshmallow that had been giving Babbit and Possum the Primera treatment. He was mostly harmless, unless you were a small creature that he wanted to befriend. Then you had to worry about being squashed, smothered, flattened, and/or crushed by the overaffectionate whachamacallit. Unfortubately for Possum and Babbit, Mokona had taken an immediate liking to them, a situation that became the sole source of entertainment for a bored Nut. Especially when Mokona caught up with Babbit.

"C'mon, Babbit. Sit down. I saved some fruit for you," Nut replied. Babbit's stomach growled. "I am hungry," he conceded. The white bat sat down.

Nut hummed the theme to "Jaws" as Mokona sneaked behind Babbit and crushed him in a bear hug. The Total Anime Nut's explosive laughter interrupted Umi's ranting. Both girls turned towards Nut. While Cutie Annie was distracted, Possum hopped on to the table and eagerly helped himself to her dessert.

"Ack. C- can't breath..." Babbit gasped.

"AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Possum screamed, holding his head in his paws. Mokona dropped Babbit, who stumbled across the table.

"Possum! What's wrong? Do you sense evil approaching?" a worried Cutie Annie asked her familiar.

"Brain freeze," he panted, still wincing.

"Brain freeze?" Akane repeated, confused. She looked down at her now completely empty Kawaii-Death-by-Chocolate and scowled. "Possum..." she growled.

Possum took off running. A perfectly good chase scene was ruined when Bonehead called out, "Cutie Annie!"

"How did you get past the guards?" Akane asked after Nut had waved the lab assistant over.

"Mistress Maji 'distracted' the youma."

"'Distracted?'"

"You don't want to know. It was both cute and disturbing at the same time. Anyway, Amuro ran into Tsunami outside and she's promised to send us directly to the AFC. Hey, why's Nut leaving already? And why is he shouting 'Free at last, free at last. Thank Kami Almighty, I'm free at last!'?"

"The World of Shoujo has many Hells," Babbit cryptically replied. He flew on to Cutie Annie's shoulder.

"Speaking of which, why don't we stop by Sana-chan's on the way?" Possum snapped. He scrambled up on to her other shoulder.

"Well, we're supposed to meet Tsunami in thirty minutes," Bonehead continued. "We better get moving."

"Thanks. Hey, Umi, see you later. Hope things work out for you," Akane said before the magical girl, the hunchback, and the menagerie left Pixy Misa's. Possum and Babbit both stuck their tongues out at Mokona as they left.

Fifteen minutes later, Pretty Sammy walked in. A friendly shout of "Sammy!" greeted her. She sat down near the ersatz bar. "Hey, do you know what happened to the bouncers outside? They're nothing more than piles of dust," she asked the girl next to her. "Is that an 'I don't know, or an "I'm not telling?"... ...Well, that's just like you, Literary Pluto. Does everything need to be a secret? Oh well. In that case, bartender, I'd like a Ryo-Ohki Carrot Cascade and a Dead Scream for my friend... ...What's that? Make it a quintuple? ... ...Oh, I see, you're having a bad day. Here, let me help you get the Time Staff out of your hair."

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"She's late," Richard groaned as the group sat and waited in the park. Tsunami had told them to meet her here, but there was no sign of the anime deity.

"Well, you know women..." Ken began.

"No, tell us!" Mistress Maji, Cutie Annie, and a recently splashed with cold water Ami-chan hissed.

"Never mind." Ken seemed to shrink under the women's withering glares.

"I don't get it. Tsunami's never once been late when we were in the AFC Kingdom," Amuro wondered.

"Not even that time when K'thardin..." Ami-chan began, as she raided Ranma's memories. Ami-chan was the female form of Ranma, who, true to form, picked up a curse along the way. He had done a decent job of hiding her from the others until Ken splashed cold water on him. The other members had readily accepted Ami-chan. After all, it did make sense for anyone named Ranma to have a curse. Besides, the amount of "accidents" one could rig with cold water is astounding.

"Well, that wasn't really her fault," Amuro interrupted.

"What are they talking about?" Mistress Maji asked Richard. Richard whispered into her ear. "Oh my," she gasped as she blushed.

"There she is!" Babbit called out, pointing towards the approaching figure.

Indeed, Tsunami was walking towards the group and towards Amuro in particular.

"Hi, Tsunami! Thank you so much for helping us out. Hey, what are you-" Amuro groaned as 'Tsunami's' hand snaked out, strangling the Knight of the Round Table. The disguise fell, revealing a youma lord.

"That's not Tsunami!" Akane gasped.

"Gee, 'Cutie Annie', what was your first clue? Was it the fact that when she smiles, you can count her canine teeth, all thirty-two of them? Was it the fact that her skin's now day-glo pink? Or how about the fact she's trying to kill Amuro? In other words, stop staring and do something!!!" Possum shrieked.

Ami-chan leapt at the youma lord, knocking Amuro free from its grasp. Amuro staggered, regained his balance, and drew his sword. Both Knights of the Round Table charged the youma...

And disappeared in a blaze of light.

"What the hell?!" Richard shouted.

"And now, the AFC will be destroyed. Starting with you!" the youma lord rasped.

"Not so fast, youma scum. Picking on helpless citizens? How dare you!" a strong female voice sang out. A young woman with a familiar hairstyle, a penchant for speeches, and a dress instead of a fuku stepped into view. "I'm MoonPrincess, and on behalf of the moon, I'll punish you!"

The youma lord rolled his eyes. Figures I'd run into some Sailor Wannabe in the World of Shoujo, it thought.

"We're not that helpless," Mistress Maji replied. "But we'll take all the help we can get. I'm Mistress Maji of the AFC Kingdom."

"I found one of the Lost Groups! Ayeka'll be so relieved when she finds out you're safe," MoonPrincess called out.

"We're not safe, not with that youma lord here," Ken replied. "And how did you know about Ayeka? Are you a member of the AFC?"

"Sort of. When I went there, Ayeka asked me to search for the missing groups before I could speak with any of the others."

"Are we done with the speeches? I'm impatient. I, Chalazion, want to see you all DIE!" the youma lord shouted. "Arise, my minions and crush them!" Dozens of youma flooded out of their hiding spaces at the command.

"Bonehead, Ken, Richard, stand still!" Mistress Maji commanded. "The rest of us will take care of this."

Moon Princess' Moon Tiara Action and Cutie Annie's Blazing Heart attacks carved swathes through the youma.

Nut flew through the mob of youma, his imitation technique flaring wildly. One moment, he was Lost Universe's Kane Blueriver, slashing through a youma with his Psybalde, then the next moment he would be City Hunter's Ryo Saeba. He was Kenshin, he was Zelgadis, he was a cat. He was a fish, he was Lupin III's Goemon, he was Tamahome. And youma fell whenever he was near.

Three youma confronted Mistress Maji. She smiled, holding her hands up as if to surrender. First two, then four, and finally six balls appeared between her fingers, three in each hand. She juggled the balls for a few seconds, threw them into the air, and bowed just as the six explosive balls hit the ground, performing their own magic trick of turning two youma into large clouds of dust. Mistress Maji then spun to face the last youma.

"And now, for my next trick, watch as I pull a cabbit from my hat," she called out theatrically. She held her hat out, put her hand inside and through the plot hole hidden inside, and pulled out a familiar innocent looking cabbit by his ears.

"Kawaii!" the easily distracted youma shrieked.

"Want a closer look?" Mistress Maji asked sweetly.

The youma nodded as it reached for the cabbit. One moment, it was looking at the cabbit's large expressive eyes, the next moment, it was looking down the mammoth barrel of what can only be politely described as a "BFG."

The youma barely had time to sweatdrop before War-Ouki pulled the trigger.

(Censors for the AFC Internet Network Dub had removed the next few scenes because of excessively violent content, but in order to maintain narrative continuity, we ask that the reader imagine the following: War-Ouki with a pair of six shooters and ammo belts draped Pancho Villa-style chases a stampeding crowd of youma. A cigar-chomping, fedora-clad Untouchable War-Ouki chases a smaller crowd of youma with a Tommy Gun. War-Ouki pursues an even smaller group of youma with a rocket launcher. A Patton-esque War-Ouki tries to run over Nut (clad in a Battle Athletes' uniform) with a painstakingly maintained M4A4 tank. Admiral War-Ouki drags a battleship behind him as he hunts down the few remaining youma. War-Ouki defeats the last youma with the Rubber Chicken of Humiliation. A singed Mario Nut swings the Ten-Ton Mallet of Doom as he chases War-Ouki.)

"See what I mean? Good job, War-Ouki, and thanks for helping us again," Mistress Maji said after the dust settled. She scratched the cabbit's ears then gave the Kawaii Death some AFC doujinshi. War-Ouki miya'ed cutely, jumped back into Mistrss Maji's hat, through the plot hole in the bottom, and landed with a splash in Lesell's bath. However, since the censors have deemed that scene too violent, lets return to the impending bloodbath in process.

Chalazion blinked rapidly. One little cabbit wiped out my entire youma army (and most of the surrounding buildings) in one paragraph, he thought. How the hell does it store all those weapons? And where did it get that battleship? It isn't like they make those any more...

"And now, its your turn," Nut hissed. His imitation technique flared again...

"You were saying something, Tux Boy? You know as well as I that you're now useless in a fight. FADE TO GREY! " Chalazion shouted, throwing an extremely powerful energy attack at Tuxedo Nut. It missed, but the explosion threw Nut into a tree. (o/ Rock-a-bye Nut, in the tree top... o/)

"Blazing Heart!" Cutie Annie's attack reflected off of Chalazion's energy shield.

"Now I'm worried," Ken groaned.

MoonPrincess rolled under another energy blast. "If anyone has any ideas on how to beat this guy, let me know," she said after her attack bounced off Chalazion.

"Spread out and keep him busy. I've got something that might work," Mistress Maji shouted.

"And now we're screwed," Ken sighed. "Will this work better than that mass teleport spell?"

"We'll know afterwards. Just distract him. This'll take time to charge."

"Gracious Belldandy, protect now thy servant from being carved into bite-sized pieces, roasted well done, pureed, or in any other way annihilated by youma," Ken desperately chanted as he, Richard, and Bonehead scrambled to find a place to hide.

MoonPrincess and Cutie Annie kept tagging Chalazion with their energy blasts. Occasionally one would get through the shield. The youma lord simply answered with more powerful attacks of his own.

"This isn't working," MoonPrincess shouted as an explosion threw her across the park.

"Keep it up for one more minute!" Mistrees Maji shouted. Sweat dripped down her face as she struggled to control the swirling mass of energies that would form her attack, the dreaded Plot Hole. "Hurry! Herd it into the center of the park."

"Easier said than done," Cutie Annie replied. "BLAZING HEART!"

Chalazion cried out in pain. The heart-shaped fireball had missed the youma lord, but a dozen tulips thrown by the recently awakened Tuxedo Nut had penetrated Chalazion's shield.

Mistress Maji's eyes widened. The Plot Hole was complete, and it was taking all her energy to keep it under control. "Everyone, get out of the way! I can't hold this much longer." With a loud cry, Mistress Maji threw the Plot Hole at Chalazion.

With a defiant cry, Chalazion's arms lengthened into ropy tentacles that wrapped around Cutie Annie's waist. The youma lord pulled the magical girl towards him.

Mistress Maji could only watch in horror as the Plot Hole barreled into Chalazion and Cutie Annie.

"Master Arrowyn!" the youma lord shouted as it disintegrated.

"NO!" Akane shrieked, until the Plot Hole collapsed on her. The magical girl vanished without a trace.

Nut, Possum, Babbit, Bonehead, Ken, Richard, and MoonPrincess ran to where Cutie Annie vanished. Mistress Maji stood in shock. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Without warning, Ranma and Amuro, Knights of the Round, reappeared. "Damn spiky-haired kid and his magic," Ranma growled.

Amuro held four globes, three green and one red, in his hands. "Hmm, I wonder what these do?"

"What's wrong? Where's Akane?" Ranma asked, alarmed by the stunned looks on everyone's faces.

"She's, she's, I can't say it!" MoonPrincess wailed.

"What happened to Akane?"

"I killed her," Mistress Maji wept. "It was an accident. We were fighting that youma lord, and I hit her with my last attack."

Amuro almost dropped the Materia in his hands.

"NOOOOO!!!!!" Ranma howled.

"You can calm down. Akane's not dead," a mysterious voice interrupted the mourning.

"Who said that?" Mistress Maji sniffed.

"You may call me Sailor Pluto," Literary Pluto said, grateful for the magic obscuring her identity. "Akane's not dead. The Plot Hole transported her to another dimension instead."

"Where?" everyone asked in unison.

"MoonPrincess will know. Try to remember your journeys before you met Ayeka, MoonPrincess. However, everyone needs to be on guard. Soon you will face a greater threat than Chalazion."

"Arrowyn," MoonPrincess mused. "Chalazion shouted that name as he died."

"Yes. Your true enemy is the Destroyer of Love himself."

"And this is the part where she tells us to be virtuous and we will triumph or something like that," Babbit snickered.

"Quiet," Literary Pluto commanded as she clubbed the white bat with her Time Staff. Nut clapped politely.

"Can you tell us more?" Bonehead asked.

"Not at this time." With that, the Time Senshi vanished.

"How are we supposed to find Akane when we can't even get home?" Richard wondered.

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Shadow6865 sighed as he made his nightly patrol through the halls of the AFC Kingdom. It just was not the same without Brazil and Meachy patrolling the AFC grounds, keeping down crime in the streets, keeping the peace, and keeping property damage at an all time high at what would become Nekobus' bar. Now, with his partners out on some silly quest to find the Real World, about all he had to look forward to was the inevitable separation of the impending chaos that was either Miss Ayeka and Miss Ryoko or Fasdar and Sephiroth Strife. Okay, there was that invasion attempt when the Pii's first appeared, but that was the exception to the rule.

Heck, Shadow wondered why he even patrolled anymore. It had become routine. He entered the Royal Garden, where Ryu-Oh, Princess Ayeka's space-tree was kept.

"Bakusai Tenketsu!"

Hello, what do we have here?

Shadow drew his sword and dashed towards the source of the shout. As he ran, he could see a dark form drop something into the ground next to Ryuoh. "Halt. You're under arrest!"

"Oh, really?" OddRyouga laughed. "Shi Shi Hokudan!"

"What?" Shadow shouted as the green energy beam smashed into him. He collapsed from the force of the beam's sustained blow.

"He's unconscious," OddRyouga growled, disgusted with his handiwork. "Maybe the Master will find him useful." OddRyouga scooped up the fallen AFC warrior.

One shout of "Bakusai Tenketsu" and a teleport later, the Royal Garden was empty, except for the fruit of the Tree of Lemon buried in Ryu-Oh's roots. And let us not forget about the ecchi radiation that was just beginning to flow from the space-tree.