Riko (Sokka [Avatar] + Temari [Naruto]):

Sokka landed on his back with a distinctly painful WHOMP. He coughed a couple of times and hastily scrubbed the sand out of his eyes with the back of his hand. It mostly made them sting even worse than before but at least he could see again.
"That is cheating," he declared, waggling a finger at her. "Hmf," she said and smirked, whipping her weapon around in a wide, powerful arc that (totally intentionally) sent a blast of sand into Sokka's face.

Sokka growled and shut his eyes. "What is it with girls and their fans?" he muttered and grabbed blindly at his boomerang.

Lianda (Tai [Digimon] + Harry Potter [duh]):

“So...” Tai fidgeted, stuffing his hands in his pockets and blowing out his breath awkwardly. He gave the boy opposite him a skeptical look. “Are you some animal-tamer or something? Cuz if you are, there’s someone I want you to meet.” Tai grinned evilly. “Her name’s Jun.”

The dark-haired boy shook his head. “No, she’s just my owl. She’s very nice. Here—“

Tai backed away. “No thanks, dude. I’ll stick with Agumon here.” He winked at the little yellow dinosaur and picked up the soccer ball beside him. “So,” Tai continued conversationally as he tossed up his ball expertly and began rolling it around his shoulders in a series of complex tricks. “The name’s Tai...and those other kids there? We’re the digidestined! With our combined spirit, we fight evil and save the digimon and do it all in time for dinner! Although—not at my house. Unless you like tofu shakes.” Tai grinned. “I’m the leader though...so you’d have to follow me.” He tossed the ball into the air.

“WINGARDIUM LEVIOSA!”

Tai watched open-mouthed as his favourite soccer ball floated to the dark haired boy standing opposite him. “Are you sure?” said the boy, putting away his wand. “I always tell Ron that I hate being a leader, but see, I’ve been kind of bored after since I killed Voldemort, so maybe I can move on to your group?”

Riko (Gregor [Bujold] + Hikaru [Hikaru no Go]):

The tacti-go board set up between them was beginning to look chaotic. Gregor surveyed it, starting from the top left corner and moving to the bottom right.

He was losing. He could tell that much, although he couldn't say precisely why or how or, above all, when it had happened. He picked up a piece and placed it at the end of a stubby diagonal line he'd been creating on the left half and turned his attention to the boy opposite him who was, at least, easy to read.

"You know," Gregor said eventually, after watching the boy scowl for a few seconds, "Count Vorkosigan never much liked this game. He called it an inaccurate representation of the complexities of combat."

The boy looked up from the board at that and then, dismayed, glanced over his shoulder at the empty air and then back to Gregor.

"Don't say stuff like that!" he said, rubbing at a temple. "Now he's not going to shut up for hours!"

Lianda (Voldemort [Harry Potter] + Akito [Fruits Basket]):

“You are SO not God. I AM GOD.”

“No, that is impossible. I AM GOD.”

“I have powers beyond your imagination at my command. I am God.”

“I’ve been God for thousands of millennia, stupid red-eyed plebe.”

“At my command are giants and Dementors and creatures so full of evil you cannot even contemplate. What do YOU have?”

“Tinkling bells, sakura petals, kimono, Yuki, and Shigure---ALONG WITH THE ABILITY TO CURSE YOU TO ALL HELL.”

“Like I care—women wouldn’t touch me with a 10 foot pole.”

“Point taken. I’m still God though.”

“AREN’T YOU A WOMAN?”

“FUCK YOU.”

Riko (Roy [Full Metal Alchemist] + Akira [Hikaru no Go]):

Mustang laced his fingers together and rested his chin in the little depression that resulted.

The new alchemist was staring politely at a point just off to the side of Mustang's left shoulder. He seemed inclined to keep that up indefinitely, so Mustang cleared his throat. The alchemist's eyes snapped into focus.

"Yes?" he said, mildly. His voice was also polite, a little hoarse and still on the high end of the teen boy range. His pant legs were rolled up almost to his ankles, inexplicably.

"I just want to be clear," Mustang said slowly, "that this paperwork is correct." At this he paused and glanced at the manila folder under his elbow. "You really are the --"

"Go Alchemist," the boy finished. "Yes sir."

Lianda (Hitomi [Escaflowne] + Zuko [Avatar]):

Hitomi frowned. “Your aura...” she murmured. “It’s like a dream, or maybe a vision, or maybe..maybe—“

“Would you get on with it already?!” The rather uncouth young man growled back. “It’s not like I have all day you know.”

Hitomi sighed, sat back down again, and flipped over another card. “This is the Priest…but, it’s upsidedown.” She looked over in consternation. “It means you have a deep, dark past, and the powers inside you are struggling to ascend! You must soon choose between who you are, and who you want to be...” Breathing, she flipped the last card. “The towers...” Hitomi gasped. “You want to kill your father!”

The young man rolled his eyes, stood up and glared. “Of course I want to kill my father! He took everything from me! The truth, my mother...aaarghh!!” With a might swing, he knocked Hitomi’s cards off the table. “This was useless!! You were useless!!! I’m a Prince—I don’t have time for this nonsense.” He stalked away, muttered, “Stupid Katara—I’m never listening to her again...”

Hitomi blinked vapidly. Sighing, she gathered her cards and said to herself, “I should have stuck with Allen. Princes are much too tough on my poor nerves.”

Riko (Sirius [Harry Potter] + Tetsuya [Original]):

The first-year was throwing what looked like a tantrum.

Usually Sirius spent sortings more or less oblivious to everything going on around them. In second year, he'd been occupied by James's repeated attempts to prove that he could stick his entire fist into his mouth. In third year, it was the curse they'd whipped up which turned every piece of food on the Slytherin table into some vile concoction of lime jelly and celery.

This year he was, embarrassingly enough, he was distracted by the way the light from the ceiling was making Remus's hair look sort of like the bottom of a swimming pool. That is, until the first year started shouting.

"No, seriously!" he said, freckles and red-hair (was he one of Arthur Weasley's relatives?) standing out stark against his flushed face. "This is all a big mistake! My mom made me! If you just let me go home, I swear I will never bother you again!"

"Young man," McGonagall snapped, approaching the first-year. "Do control yourself."

The boy deflated. "Just--" he said. "Just tell me there's no singing involved."

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