Opening Author's Note: I had this idea and it won't let me go but it's only really short (comparatively) so I figured 'What the hell?' Honestly, this probably could've been done with any character from anything, but I thought Mulan would be a good fit because she's all about honor and not backing down without a fight.

There were also no other RE/Disney (owned) crossovers that I had seen.

Which reminds me: I own nothing!

This is set before RE 6, when Piers wasn't in Alpha Team but the (fictitious) Zulu team. I hope you enjoy this! :)

Narrator

Piers Nivans and Mulan Hua have been best friends for as long as anyone could remember.

They'd first bonded back in first grade when he was the lanky, Pokémon playing, raised-by-a-single-parent, seven year old and she was the Asian-American tomboy who lived in China Town.

After their teacher introduced the two, they were always hanging out, they had their inside jokes; they were the perfect pair.

Piers was there for her, he'd been her stationary rock, when her sister, Ana, was declared dead after no one could find the body for over a month after she'd left without a trace. Mulan was there for him when his dog died.

They joined the North American BSAA branch together fresh out of high school. It was a logical decision; they could always do college later, but right now there was a chance to be a part of the change in the world; they wanted to be heroes.

Piers was marksman of the newly formed 'scouting' Zulu team, and Mulan was their medic. Piers later became the captain of their now five person team when their old captain had to step down due to personal issues.

Piers

"Hey, Mulan-" she dropped my shirt onto my head before I could finish asking for it. She looked over the edge of the top bunk, smiling down at me. "Thanks," I said to her.

"Anytime, Piers," she said, returning to whatever she'd been doing.

I heard the zipping of her duffel bag as I tugged my shirt on; she'd probably just re-folded all of her clothes. Our barracks were so small that we didn't get drawers or desks, so all of our stuff was either in a duffel bag and/or bins with our names on them. Mulan and I shared a bin because we both didn't have a lot of 'personal effects.'

My best friend came down from her bunk and sighed. "We're leaving again tomorrow, right?" She asked me.

"Yep; Alpha team wants us to scout out some plantation." I answered her.

"What do they think we'll find? Mutated cows?" She sarcastically (I hope) asked me. "If this Chris Redfield is such a hotshot, then he should do his own scouting!"

"Mulan, relax," I told her, walking behind her and rubbing her shoulders. Her muscles were stiff as I massaged them with my thumbs. She didn't say anything for a few minutes as she leaned against me.

"It's her birthday," Mulan whispered.

She was referring to her sister, which I knew without asking. I knew it still bothered her that no one could really confirm that Ana was dead.

"It still hurts," my best friend continued. "She was my older sister and she just left."

"I know," god, how much I knew. She'd been like a sister to me, too, even if it'd only been for two years.

Mulan pulled away. "So, um, overnight bag?" She asked, trying to get away from the apparently growing awkwardness she seemed to be seeing more and more of.

"Yeah, that should be good," I replied. I looked around the barracks, already knowing it was empty except for us. Frost, Granger, and Drake were all probably at the bar outside of the base.

She silently packed her overnight medic bag in preparation for tomorrow. It was supposed to be a go in, take a quick look around, get out kind of mission. I don't even know why the BSAA was interested in this place; it was a dump.

I sat down on my bunk, not knowing what I should be doing. It still felt so new being a Captain and everything. Mulan came over and sat next to me, putting her head on my shoulder.

I put my arms around her waist and pulled her down on top of me, causing her to start laughing. Our eyes met and we fell silent.

Every night before a mission, we slept on the same bunk to remind ourselves that we had each other's backs, no matter what. No words had to be exchanged; we just needed to be together.

Something felt different about this time though. I almost told her how I felt about her; that I loved her and wished I could spend the rest of my life with her.

The words just couldn't come out.

Mulan

I woke up at 5:10. It was still dark outside so I savored the moments I got to spend in Piers' arms. He always woke up later than me. I snuggled closer to his larger frame, aware that the other men in our squad were now in their own bunks. I knew that our tradition seemed weird to the three of them, but we viewed it as comforting.

At exactly 5:30, Piers' alarm went off, releasing It's Time by Imagine Dragons into the quiet room. Frost, Granger, and Drake all simultaneously groaned while I got up. Piers had gotten so used to the song that he slept right through it; I'd have to suggest changing it when we got back later.

I got up and shut it off and went over to turn on the lights. The three men all released groans again, while Piers continued to sleep. I walked over to him and shook him awake. His eyes opened and he smiled sheepishly.

"C'mon Cap'n, time to wake up," I told him, smiling back.

"Man, I wish I didn't have to," he told me. He sat up, looking at the other three. He got up and moved over to wake them up, while I went and used the bathroom.

I came out and the guys went in. It's not that I get special treatment because I'm female; it's just that they keep their distance (except for Piers, of course.)

I dressed in my uniform, tucking my hair under a baseball cap that Piers had gotten me for my birthday. The guys came out of the bathroom and we went to the mess hall. Since it was still early (only 5:50) we had it all to ourselves.

We were about to leave when Mr. Burton came in and stopped Piers. My friend, being who he is, exchanged formalities with the man. I saw Piers stiffen and he glanced over at me. Hadn't Barry been on a team with a woman who had saved his life? Why was he being prejudice against me? Was it because I was Asian too?

Piers walked away and came over to me. He didn't look happy, but, then again, he rarely did right before a mission. It was only when we were about to get to the area we were supposed to scout did he put on a happy face and pretend everything was okay. Of course, this never worked with me, but he still tried…

"What's going on?" I asked him as the five of us walked out and to one of the helicopters that would take us to our destination. Frost, Granger, and Drake, were all still half asleep and not paying attention to what I was saying to our captain. Not like I would care either way.

"Nothing," he responded. He looked at me with those killer green eyes of his. I still didn't get how he was single…

"Something," I replied, trying (and getting close to failing) to get what Mr. Burton had said to him out in the open.

Piers sighed. It was easy for me to get what I wanted from him (which is not supposed to be taken in a manipulative kind of way. I love him,) and he told me.

"He thinks that you're distracting me and wants to assign Zulu a new medic after this mission." He explained to me. "And I said no because at the end of the day, I'd pick you to back me in a fight against anyone."

I was touched at that. "Just know that I'd pick you, too." I told him. The five of us got into the helicopter, where I put my overnight medic bag in a secure location, and then we flew off the BSAA landing strip.

For some reason, I felt this pit of dread in my stomach.

Piers

When we finally got to the plantation, everybody was fully awake and wired on the excitement a new destination always brought us.

My eyes met Mulan's and we shared a smile. She was wearing the baseball cap I'd gotten her, which was one of the best things she could've done for me. For some reason, I was feeling less like myself, but she reminded me of who I was; her best friend. Just like she was mine and I hoped that's how it would always stay.

She grabbed her beg and then all five of us got out of the helicopter. It left to go back to the BSAA headquarters, where it would wait for Alpha team to do a quick recover from their most recent mission and then would come back.

We set off onto the plantation's grounds, where we went about checking the outer buildings. It was one of the really historic places out in the middle of nowhere that had enough stuff for it to qualify as a miniature village.

We went to the stables first, mainly because that was the closest to where we were.

I went in first (I am Captain, after all) and started checking the first few stalls. I wasn't paying attention to the other members (hence the reason I'm only the Captain of Zulu) when there was a heavy thud against the floor.

I looked up and saw Granger, stock still. I rushed over, hoping some B.O.W. hadn't gotten to him. I walked over to in front of him, where I saw he was alright, just relatively shaken up.

"Something's definitely here," Frost said, standing next to a stall. I looked up to see what he was talking about.

Sure enough, there were two piles of bones, one with a little bit of flesh still on them.

"I thought this place was abandoned," Mulan said.

"Either we have bad information or something else is going on," Drake told us.

Thank you, Drake, because we couldn't figure that out on our own.

But he was right…something was going on there.

Mulan

We finished going through the stables and the adjacent carriage house, which thankfully included no more findings of bones. I knew B.O.W.s could be unexplainably horrible, but gnawing the flesh off of somebody's bones?

We were about to go into the blacksmith's building when I heard something. I stopped and looked behind me, certain that there was something there. But this was an open field, so it'd be kind of impossible for me not to see something…

I felt a tug on my pants and looked down to see a red…

dragon…

It was like the kind in the Chinese folktales my parents had read to me and my sister.

I blinked and it was gone. And here I thought that I'd have a good night of sleep! God, what is going on here?

Frost walked into the building first. "It's all clear in here!" He told us.

Piers in and I walked in together. He had his anti-material rifle slung across his back, his combat knife on his belt, and a handgun in its belt holster.

I suddenly became aware of the sound of metal on metal and the lack of Frost anywhere in the first room.

"Frost!?" Piers called out. I could tell he didn't know what to do…then again, neither did I.

Granger pushed past us, knocking me into the wall. Thankfully, unlike the wall opposite, this one didn't have any sharp objects mounted on to it.

Piers followed Granger, while Drake stopped to help me up.

"You okay there, warrior?" He asked me.

I looked into his blue eyes, finding myself at a lost for once. I wasn't really much of a 'warrior'… I was the Zulu medic, that's all.

But I pushed that aside and just gave him a nod. I hurried into the back room, which I almost wish I hadn't.

There was a man…but, at the same time, he wasn't one. But what I noticed was the pick axe sticking out of Frost's chest. He was lying on a table next to all sorts of weapons, in a puddle of crimson liquid.

Even though I was a medic, it took me a few moments to realize that it was blood.

Frost's blood.

My eyes flicked back to the monstrosity that had killed Frost. The man's skin was mottled and his eyes were lifeless. He was taller than Granger, who Piers was trying to hold back.

Even though Drake and I had been silent (not to mention we'd just gotten there), he was looking at us. He put the blade he'd been sharpening down and stumbled over to us, just like a zombie. But this wasn't the T-Virus that I'd read about in the reports; this was a Plagas and the only reason I knew that was that this man was in one piece.

I couldn't scream and I felt paralyzed. My limbs refused to move and I was just standing there. My fingers couldn't even move to retrieve my gun from its holster.

But that wasn't the case with Drake. He moved his Riot Gun to his shoulder and pulled the trigger. The man's head was then blown off.

Piers looked at the sudden sound, obviously having not noticed us walking in. He looked at the two of us, his eyes wide. He let Granger go and stared at the headless body. Drake moved his shotgun to down in front of him and took a deep breath.

""Are you still okay, Mulan?" he asked me under his breath.

"Yeah, I'm alright. You?" I asked back.

He shrugged. "It's just another beautiful day to be a BSAA agent." He responded, giving me a small smile.

There was nothing left in the blacksmith's and the four of us walked out. When Zulu had first been created, there'd been six of us. Now there was only four.

"Guess we really weren't informed. This place had to have been inhabited, because the earliest Plagas was 2004, maybe 2003, but that wasn't here in the U.S." Drake said to us as we walked out and we started making our way to the servant's quarters.

I swallowed down a lump in my throat. I wished somebody would just come and hug me…I'd dealt with B.O.W.s, nearly got killed by one, in fact (long story, but I'd almost gotten crushed by a ton of snow. Luck had been on my side that day for sure!), but Plagas was a different story. Especially when it'd been moving towards me to kill me.

Drake put his arm around my shoulders. "Are you really alright, warrior?" He asked me, his lips right against my ear.

"No," I managed to choke out. "But I'll live." I told him. I hope.

Author's Note : I originally was going to make this a one shot, but that's not working out so well… Hey, if anyone bothers reading this, please review! (good or bad ;)

~HolleringHawk65