Freya shot Amarant a planning glance as she leaped from the back of the ferocious dragon they currently engaged in battle. Amarant nodded and planted his feet. Although he knew she needed no help in her jump, she none the less asked him to give her a boost in some of their larger battles. She yanked her spear from the foundering dragon's neck and dashed in Amarant's direction. Amarant launched her into the air when her furry foot made contact with his woven fingers.

He then closed his fist noticing the slipping strap on his Kaizer knuckles. That would just make the remainder of the battle a challenge, although the dragon was already nearly dead. A dying roar erupted from the dragon. Amarant smiled, more experience was coming his way.

Suddenly the whole world began to shake. Amarant stumbled and nearly fell over. This earthquake was the worst he had ever seen, easily worse than the earquakes that seemed to constantly wrack the Earth Shrine they had visited only weeks earlier. He suddenly feared they had angered some earth spirit that decided to lash out at them. But why here? Why now?

The dragon growled one more time before dying and disappearing. Freya wouldn't have had to do another jump attack after all.

The ground continued to shake for another good whole minute before subsiding.

Amarant straightened himself out then looked up to the sky, searching wildly for Freya. She should have landed by now. What happened to her? "Freya!" He yelled. What was he hoping to accomplish anyway? If he couldn't see her, what are the odds she could hear him? He none the less yelled again, then again. Tears threatened to tug at the edges of his eyes as slight panic set in.

A shrill cry erupted from the sky and seemed to come closer with each passing second. It certainly wasn't Freya but it didn't sound like a monster either. Amarant cleared his eyes and prepared himself in case it was a monster. The yelling continued and the source in the sky began to take on a vaguely human shape. He took a few steps back, getting out of the way of the now obviously falling human's trajectory.

After a moment, a boy, seemingly no older than sixteen or seventeen, fell out of the sky, landing with a loud thud on the ground just a few feet away. "Oh, Jesus Christ!" The boy said, slowly bringing himself to his feet. A loud 'Crack!' came from his back as he straightened himself out. "I'm going to be feeling that in the morning." He said finally turning to Amarant.

The boy had black hair that spiked out in every direction from his head. His skin was very dark, darker than Amarant had ever seen on a human. He had no obvious weapons and seemed to scrawny to be an unarmed fighter leading Amarant to the conclusion he wasn't much of a threat.

"Hey, there." The boy said after a moment.

Amarant sighed, crossing his arms.

"Who're you?" The boy continued.

"I could ask you the same thing." Amarant said taking a more relaxed posture.

"Hey, I asked you first."

"I'm not in the business of giving out my name."

"You act like I'm charging you for it. But I'm Brock." He started looking around, although there wasn't much to look at in the open field where they stood. "Where are we anyway?"

"Near Dali." Amarant answered.

"I've never heard of it. Is it in Johto or something?"

"What's Johto?"

Suddenly five blue lights dropped out of the sky landing between Amarant and Brock. They almost seemed like weights with pure energy strings attached. "What's that?" Brock asked after a second.

Amarant's eyes followed the strings up into the sky where he way a black clad figure decending rapidly. "You might want to take a step back." Amarant said taking his own advice and taking a few steps back.

"Why do you say that?" Brock asked.

Suddenly a pair of sandal clad feet met with Brock's back, knocking him flat on his face. A boy wearing all black with a kind of silly looking kitty hat fell gracefully out of the sky, doing a little flip before landing on Brock and retracting the blue strings back into his hand. This boy, who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen, looked very different than Brock. He had rather pale skin, although purple make up covered most of his face. Also, he wore fingerless gloves and thick sandals so almost all of his skin was covered. Two odd bandage wrapped figures were slung across his back. This boy, like Brock, seemed unarmed and was too scrawny to be a fist-fighter, so Amarant relaxed figuring his threat level to be minimal.

"Hey, this isn't Konoha." The guy said, looking around.

"Umm." Amarant mumbled pointing down at Brock.

"Oops, sorry, mister." The boy said stepping off Brock's back.

"I'll be fine," Brock said, another loud 'Crack!' coming from his back as he stood up. "Well, once I get the feeling back in my spine."

"Wait," Amarant said, "Mister? You mean you two don't know each other?"

Brock and the boy looked at each other. "I've never seen him before in my life." Brock said.

"Who are you anyway?" Amarant asked, looking at the boy.

The boy grinned. "I'm Kankuro, jounin level ninja from the Hidden Sand Village." He said, tapping on the metal plate on the front of his cowl.

"I've never heard of it." Brock said.

"How could you have never heard of it? It's the capitol of the Wind Country."

"Relax, I've never heard of it either." Amarant added. He crossed his arms and sighed. "Something weird is going on here. Why did you guys fall out of the sky?"

Kankuro and Brock both looked at each other and shrugged.

"What were you doing before you came here?"

"I was traveling alone back to Pewter City." Brock said. "There was this earthquake and I fell over. But rather than falling down, I kinda fell… up."

"The same thing happened to me, except I was on a mission with Tenten." Kankuro said.

"Oh, gods, I need to go home." Brock said, concern heavy on his voice.

Kankuro and Amarant both looked over at him.

"Whatever it is that happened to us could have easily happened to anyone, right? What if my brothers and sister got separated? They must all be so scared."

Kankuro looked away. "Temari… Gaara…"

Brock looked over at Amarant. "So how do we get back?"

"Can't help you, kid." Amarant answered.

"What? You're from here, you must know how things work."

"I'm not exactly what you might call academic, kid, I don't know very much."

Brock sighed. "D you know where I might be able to find someone who does?"

Amarant crossed his arms and thought for a moment. "Dr. Tot might know something."

"Great. Where can I find him?"

"In Treno probably."

"Can you take me there?"

Amarant let out a breath of a laugh. "Sure, but not for free."

"All I have is a cred stick." Brock said, pulling a small rectangle of plastic out of his pocket.

"I have only Konoha currency." Kankuro said pulling a handful of coins out of his pocket.

Amarant took one of the coins and studied it closely. "I've never seen coinage like this before." He shrugged. "But it is silver genuine enough." He emptied the contents of Kankuro's hand into his own. "This should get you to Treno."

Brock turned to Kankuro. "Thanks, I owe you one."

So this is my first entry on this site, I hope you all liked it (not that I expect anyone to read it). I felt the character's introductions seemed a little rushed but, I wanted to hurry and get to the action.

I know this is one of those stories that everyone (or at least freaks like me) imagine writing but no one actually does. I did, as much of a bad idea as I know it is. Right now, my main characters (for those of you who don't know) are Amarant from Final Fantasy IX, Brock from Pokemon, and Kankuro from Naruto. Eventually I plan on adding at least one more due to the total lack of estrogen in this story. They'll be visiting at least half a dozen different worlds and meeting multitudes of different characters, if anyone has any suggestions, I'm willing to listen.

I'm not sure if it's some kind of a requirement for me to say it or something, but I'll say it anyway... I do not own any of these characters or worlds, they are the intellectual property of their respective owners and not of me. There, I've done my share of stating the obvious for the day, I'm going to bed...