Disclaimer: I hope you know the drill by now. If I owned them, why would I be writing this?

Warnings: um…not much. For the entire fic, I mean. Just a little bit of language, most likely in the chapters I wrote.

A/N: *waves* Hey, all. QueenStrata here. I'm…a bit new to Ronin Warriors fiction. Well, that is to say, I'm a bit new to writing it. Or posting it. Anyway, I started writing RW fics about five years ago…when I was eleven. So, those things were absolute crap, and so Mary Sue filled…. I keep them close by to laugh at. Trust me, it's funny. On the other hand, I've been writing in the Harry Potter fandom for about two…two and a half years. Something like that. Suffice it to say that, while my fics do tend to run rampant with OCs that hook up with canon characters, I've improved a lot since then, and I truly believe my Ronin fics are capable of being shown on-line.

Anyway. A few notes on the entire fic. First off, every odd-numbered chapter was written by my friend, who I will call Bailey-chan (who, by the way, has never attempted to really write fanfiction in her life). The evens were written by me. As such, you'll probably notice quite a few differences in the our styles of writing. The main thing is that she tends to be bigger on descriptions than I am. Yes, we have created a bunch of OCs. The good thing? Talpa's not in it. The bad thing? Two of the characters are (loosely) based off us. Also, Bailey-chan has never read a Ronin fic…wait, she's read two, but they were both one-shots and don't really count…and I haven't really read any Ronin fics for a good four years, until about a month ago, and then that was only fics I'd read before and already knew were good, so if you recognize anything from any other fic you've read, it's an accident, and we both apologize. ^^;

Oh, yes, the crossover thing. Yes, this does work. While I haven't done a lot of research, I am disturbingly obsessed with the theory of parallel dimensions. Point made? I hope so. Also, this is mainly Warlord-centric. What can I say? Bad guys rule. ^-^

Some of this is rather…oddly humorous. I don't know. We're both weird. Trust me. And the entire fic (well, except the epilogue…stupid Bailey-chan) is already finished, it just needs to be typed up. So, I will update this…whenever I feel like. However, it's most likely that there will be only about a week or two between updates, and the chapters will be posted anywhere between Friday morning and Saturday morning.

A note about the Dynasty: it now looks a lot like the Mortal Realm, wildlife and all. For purposes of this fic, Talpa's evil influence changed it. Now he's gone, it's returning to the way it should be. This is never mentioned in the fic, however, which is why I put it here.

Now onwards! Before I ramble even more.

Oh, except…this fic is already completed, as noted before. It's…fifteen chapters long. Possibly with an epilogue, if I ever stop writing my other Ronin fic to write it. ^^;

Thoughts are in italics.

In the rare occasion that someone should actually speak in Japanese, what they said will be written in English. Or…if you didn't get that. Instead of "Nihongo," it would be 'Japanese.'

Chapter One: In Which Warlords Argue

            "Dais, go get it!"

            "Me? You threw it!"

            "So?"

            "So you go get it!"

            "No!"

            "CALE!"

            "Nope. I got it last time. I'm staying right here."

            "Fine…"

            Playing Frisbee™, the perfect afternoon activity when you have nothing to do and an eternity to do it in. Unfortunately, there was no Frisbee playing course in the Dynasty, and only Sekhmet took to it like a fish to water. He was thrilled at the prospect of developing his one true talent. Cale and Dais spent the majority of their time arguing over who had to retrieve the unpredictable red disc. With a satisfied grin for once again getting the best of Dais, Cale laid down in a sunny patch of grass, stretching as he watched the white-haired man ramble through the forest, still mumbling with his face pressed downward. Sekhmet sat down beside Cale, who was now chewing contently on a blade of grass.

            Cale, you look just like a cow chewing on its cud!" Sekhmet's uproarious laughter ceased abruptly with a furious glare from Cale, who looked more like a raging bull now.

            In apology, Sekhmet inched away until a busy ant-march caught his attention.

            "Look, Cale! The little black ants are carrying a big red ant. I bet they beat it in battle and are going to eat it!"(1)

            "Exciting," Cale said absently.

            "That's supposed to be a sign. Not that I'm superstitious or anything. But I think it means that we are going to hurt or kill someone like us. Interesting, huh."

            Cale let Sekhmet babble on, being too much in thought to comment on the green-haired boy's "miraculous" discovery.

            A few yards away in the dark forest, Dais was still searching and muttering words that definitely didn't compliment his two friends waiting in the field.

            Where is that stupid Frisbee™? I can't believe Cale lost it again, and isn't even going to help me find it!

            Staggering on, he startled two squirrels, who chattered at him reproachfully as they scampered away. Still no Frisbee™.

            Just then, he caught sight of Sekhmet stumbling through the woods.

            Well, at least someone is helping me.

            "Sekhmet," he called, "did you find it yet?"

            His reaction surprised Dais completely. Whipping around and staring straight at Dais, he yelled loudly in Japanese.

            "Sek, is something wrong?"

            Now it was the armored boy's turn to be surprised.

            "Rajura, how have you to come here?" Sekhmet asked slowly, switching to broken English.

            "Rajura? Sek, are you feeling alright?"

            "Why do you call me 'Sek'? And why do you speak in English? You know I can not speak in it well yet."

            Dais was really confused now.

            "Wait a minute," he demanded, throwing his hands up. "Just back up. Why did you call me Rajura?"

            "That is your name."

            "Um…we'll get to that later. Why can't you speak English? Did you hit your head or something?"

            "No. Wait. Let me start from the beginning. I was running from the strange wind tunnel. I called for you and the others, but you were not there. When I woke up, I was here. We are still in the Youjakai, no?"

            "Huh? This is called the Dynasty," Dais paused. "Are you sure your name's not Sekhmet?" he asked hopefully.

            "My name is Naaza."

            "I have a friend who looks just like you. That's why I thought you were him. But you're obviously not. And you thought I was someone named Rajura. None of this makes any sense!"

            This is amazing, Dais thought quickly. How can he look just like Sek, right down to… Wait.

            "Your armor! It's exactly like Sekhmet's! And that's just…just impossible!"

            Naaza frowned in confusion.

            "I am an ex-Masho. Demon General, in your language."

            "Demon General? Is that something like a Warlord? I used to be one too then. How—"

            But Dais never got a chance to finish. At that moment, two figures came charging through the woods straight at him. They were yelling in Japanese as well.

            Dais could only stare as the rushing figures came into view. He recognized Cale and a mirror-like image of himself. They were so alike, their appearances exact, but somehow, Dais knew that they were also very different.

            'No, wait!' he heard Naaza shout.

            Cale and his clone instantly stopped and stared intently at Dais, apparently in complete shock. The feeling was mutual.(2)

            "Cale…," Dais said hesitantly, then realized that this was not Cale any more than Naaza was Sekhmet. "Who are you?" he decided to ask instead.

            "What kind of ghost are you? What are you doing in the Youjakai?" the Cale-like man demanded.

            "I'm Dais," he began slowly, "and I was just talking to Sek—ah, Naaza about that. Let me guess. Your name's not Cale."

            "Cale? No, I am Anubisu."

            "And you must be Rajura."

            Rajura's eyes narrowed. "How do you know my name?" he asked, stepping forward with a hand on his bushigo.(3)

            "Wait!" Naaza moved between them. "I found him and thought he was you. I called him Rajura."

            "Look, guys." Dais was eager to find some answers. "How 'bout you come with me to meet my friends Cale and Sekhmet and we'll try to figure this whole thing out, okay?"

            The three friends talked together rapidly in Japanese.

            "I find it really hard to believe that me, Cale, and Sek all have identical Japanese twins and didn't even know it," Dais muttered to himself.

            Finally, Anubisu said, "We will come."

            Dais smiled grimly and turned back towards the field, where he knew two boys, one green-haired, the other blue, were waiting for him to return.

            "So much for our Frisbee™ game," he laughed wryly to himself.

A/N: *laughs* Not exactly the brightest crayons in the box, our guys. Dais not speaking Japanese. Being the Ronin version, he and the rest all speak English. Perfectly. And Japanese doesn't exist. Or something. At least, that's our take. For this fic.

By the way…my friend and I, we actually started writing it in seventh grade. This is just a rewrite, but it had no real changes. At all. Well, except, back then, she had Naaza talking in English perfect, despite him saying he couldn't speak it well yet. ^^; We had a good laugh over that part….

(1) Ah, neither of us are really sure if ants do that. I think they all eat each other, but…. I don't know. Bailey-chan: Yes, they do. QueenStrata: …OK, guess they do.

(2) A funny note: Bailey-chan can't spell. She put mutural. Bailey-chan: *glares and elbows QueenStrata* Why'd you tell them that? I'm still at large with the spellcheck police! Remember? QueenStrata: Ah…oops. Sorry.

(3) Erk. Bushigo. According to this one site, Dais' weapon is called a bushigo. It was apparently used as a ladder, though. Here's a link: (but since this is on FF.net, and they don't let you do the links, take out the spaces) h t t p : / / w w w . m e m b e r s . t r i p o d . c o m / s t a r _ t r o o p e r 0 /

One final note: here's to hoping I don't have to make fun of my chapter too. Bailey-chan: Just leave that to me! QueenStrata: Gee, thanks.

Oh, no, one other. Does Frisbee need a ™? Prolly not when someone's sayin or thinking it…prolly not at all, but…well. ^^;