I have no intention of doing this story, but the idea came to me,and it
sounded like fun, It's an Anita Blake, Manga/Anime crossover, featuring
whichever ghost busters you might want to use. I've offered a couple of
suggestions, but there is no need for you to follow them.
I've tried to un-spam this my making the suggestion entertaining.
Anyone who is interested, feel free to take it and run with it.

T.H. Tiger





	My name is Anita Blake, I'm an animator. Please, no jokes, I've heard them
all before. No, I don't know Uncle Walt, and no, I can't get you Bug's
autograph. I'm the other type of animator, the one you call when Uncle John
dies without a will, and you want to ask him who gets the silver tea set
and who gets his collection of Anime. That's right, I'm the type that
raises zombies. 
	Providing they have not been dead for no less then three day, and no more
then five hundred years, I can raise the dead, ask them questions, and then
send them back to their grave. Over five hundred years requires a white
goat, and yes, that means what you think it means.

	All of that has nothing to do with why I'm currently cruising toward the
airport in a police van. That has to do with my part time jobs, both of
them. What are they? Well, first I'm the civilian advisor to the local
Regional Investigative Preternatural squad. or the R.I.P. Squad, I bet some
city hall type got a real chuckle out of that name when they dreamed it up.
Considering the bulk of their duties feature dead bodies, usually created
by a preternatural entity, such as a Lycanthrope or a vampire. That's where
I come in. I'll get a call in the wee hours of the morning to go out to a
site, and try to tell them what killed the poor innocent, and how to return
the favor.
	What makes me such an expert. That's my other job. I'm the licensed
Vampire Executioner for this state. Ah, I see your eyes light up. Yes, I'm
that Anita Blake, the one People magazine, may they rot in hell, listed as
number ten in their, The top ten most dangerous people in the United
States. Thank god the Vampire Master of New York got that issue pulled from
the shelves with his liable suit before to many issues were sold.	
	He claimed defamation of character, Jean Paul, claimed it was because he
was only ranked fourth. Jean Paul? He's my boyfriend, sort of, he's also a
Vampire, but I'm not about to start talking about my love life.
	What has this to do with my trip to the Airport, well, that is a result of
my fame, and my boss Bert's kiss ass attitude toward anyone who waves money
in his face. The government waved a lot of money, and he puckered right up.
Normally I would have told him where to stick the money. I don't do
publicity, but two names on the list the government swivel servant gave him
attracted my attention, and overwhelmed my normal good sense.

	What the hell am I talking about. Sorry, Bert brings out the worst in me.
As you know, four years ago, the government, in its infinite wisdom,
declared that all the monsters had equal rights. That meant no more
sticking a stake through a vamp's heart, not without a court order. No more
shooting Lycanthropes on sight. Made life very interesting, as I'm sure you
know, what with all the former monsters moving into the mainstream.
	Now other governments have been watching our situation with interest. they
all have their own preternatural natives, and they were interested in the
effect the new government policy would have. Now one of them, Japan, has
decided they are going to look at similar legislation, but being cautious,
they want to look at the reality, and not the press releases. As a result,
they are sending several team of police, and preternatural experts over to
observe. 
	The squad I consult for is one of the lucky ones that gets to have people
looking over their shoulder. My dubious fame saw to it that I got drafted
into the deal as well. I'm known to be friendly with the monsters, but at
the same time, am known to have killed, legally, more then what many would
consider my fair share. I won't mention the illegal kills. The ones that
did not have court sanctions. The Japanese apparently feel I'll be a little
more grounded in reality then someone who has never had to wade through blood.
	So that explains why I'm currently heading toward the airport to pick up
my charges. As to why I was so stupid to get roped into this. Well, as I
said, There were two names on that list that peaked my interest. 
	One of them was Yoko Mano. She happens to be well know in the
preternatural community. She also happens to be the 108 generation of her
family to hunt devils. that gains her a lot of respect in my book. It's
starting to look very unlikely that there will be a second generation of
Blakes. I'm looking forward to seeing her,and asking how the hell her
family managed it. 
	The other name is not well known in the preternatural community, but is
well known in the mainstream. It's Ranko Saotome. Yes, that Ranko Saotome,
the ringer the Japanese threw into the Olympics when the American
Gymnastics team took advantage of a loop hole to insert Becky Joe
Patterson, the fourteen year old werleopard into the squad, much to the
dismay of the Japanese, who were that year's hosts. I'm sure you'll
remember how we all cheered, well some of us, when Becky managed to take
bronze, three days after being sliced by a human firster with a silver
dagger. I know a lot of people said what could you expect, Wers heal fast.
Not from silver they don't, any wound caused by silver takes as long to
heal as a wound to a normal human. 
	What does this have to do with Ranko. It's not well known, but Ranko was
the one who took down the Human firster, and talked a shattered Becky into
finishing the event. I have a picture of the two of them. Ranko holding a
wounded Becky, while in the background, you can see the twisted body of the
slasher. Ranko's face was full of fear at being that close to a wer, but
she comforted the young girl despite that. That's what got me interested in
her. I know how hard it is to deal with the monsters. Never seen that
picture eh, not surprising, most people remember the other one. The one
that got taken right after a bunch of Human firsters tried to prove Ranko
was one of the  monsters, and not just a very good human. I'm sure just
about everyone has seen the picture of her in a transparent T-shirt after
being doused with five gallons of ice cold holy water. I'm told the poster
sold 15 million copies. Someone made a lot of money off of that. Hope Ranko
got some of it.
	
	Of course, if that was all of it, I'd have passed, but I have a reason to
want to shake Ranko's hand. It had to do with the promise she made to
Geraldo concerning what she'd do if he didn't get that microphone out of
her face,and what she did when he didn't. I'm told that if she dumb enough
to go to hollywood, her money won't be worth anything, she'll never have to
pay for a drink or a room. As one who has had her own run in with the forth
estate, remember People magazine, I'm one of the ones who'd buy the drinks. 

	So here I am, going to meet a group of people who know all there is to
know about killing monsters, and not a damn thing about living with them.
It should be interesting. Right?