Ling-Lin: Hi! Here is next chapter. It will make sence and become more interesting as it progresses as in every other story so please enjoy. Any suggestions? Feel free to tell me.

Chapter 1

File # 1

Dreams

A past may chase you if you try to escape from it…but once you confront it,

It's just an old memory inside you. There's nothing to be afraid of.

- Cho Hakkai ( Gensomaden Saiyuki)

Somewhere

Where were they? In the middle of a freakin' dessert. Why? Because there are really stupid people in these worlds. Wait! Not people, things. The thing led them there. The thing was the reason why he was so pissed off. Pissed off! But all he could do now was glare at the……..thing.

Saotome, Genma (Ranma ½)

Age: 19

Sex: Male

Nationality: Japan

Race: Half-Phoenix half human

Profession: Guardian, thief

Appearance: Black hair, black eyes, Asian skin, perfect build, has no visible scars.

Fighting Style: Mosebuto-kakuto-ryuu (Anything goes martial arts)

Saotome Style.

Rank: 4th warrior

Ketchum, Juste (Original)

Age: 16

Sex: Male

Nationality: Not really known

Race: Human

Profession: Guardian, Pokemon Trainer

Appearance: Black spiky hair, black eyes, pale skin, seemingly of

normal but not weak build, has no visible scars.

Fighting Style: Summoning

Rank: Warrior

Genma was glaring at Juste very nastily. It was his fault that they were all standing in the middle of no where under a boiling sun in God knew what world. Yes, world. They were supposed to be on a mission like they always were. Of course, this time the mission had to be screwed up by the stupid kid and they would all be severely punished by their boss, Lance. Genma shivered, that guy was freaky.

Time was flowing like a stream, except that there were no streams there, but Genma liked metaphors. What was going to happen next? Maybe there would be a very strong earthquake, provoked by some god that hated their sorry existences and the ground would open dropping them into some hellish place were every demon who saw them ran away for their sorry existences. It would be funny to see a bunch of…things...running from him and the other twenty five people with him and maybe that way Lance wouldn't be able to kick their asses.

Wishful thinking.

Genma suddenly noticed that Justin was glaring at him. What the hell? It wasn't his fault!

"What are you looking at twerp!" he yelled at him.

"What are you looking at you brainless buffoon!" Juste yells back.

They glared at each other, resisting the urge to kick each others asses, yet maybe it would give them something to do if they did.

"What are you doing, Genma?" said a slightly British accented voice behind him. Genma gave a start and turned to look at the originator of that voice, which belonged to his partner, Kent.

Nolathary, Kent (Original)

Age: 20

Sex: Male

Nationality: Diania

Race: Elf/Drow/fairy

Profession: Guardian, Shikeah

Appearance: Dirty blond hair, light blue eyes with a

reddish glow, pale skin, perfect build, elven ears, no visible scar.

Fighting Style: Dervish.

Rank: 3rd warrior

Kent just looked at his partner with questioning eyes, yet those weird eyes of his were capable of sending a chill through anyone, but look into them hard enough and you could see that he was just a passive elf ready for action. Genma didn't know how it worked being passive and ready for action in one go, but Kent just…was. Still, he had a temper no matter how passive his eyes looked. Genma knew that very well by now, being Kent's fighting partner for three years and the one to receive most of his temper. Of course Genma did the same thing most of the time. Besides that, they got along pretty well and sometimes had the same thoughts and finished each others sentences, which was unnerving, but Lance said that would happen the more they were around each other. Genma turned away from his partner and kept glaring at Justin who was still glaring at him.

"I'm glaring at Juste." He said simply.

"I can see that." Kent said flatly. "But why are you glaring at Justin?"

"Because it's his fault we're here, I'm pissed off and I need to severely hurt something." Genma answered roughly.

"Go hurt him then." Kent said lazily, looking at his nail.

"I can't." Genma said in a wailing voice.

"And why not." said Kent, still lazily.

"'Cause his partner is looking at me."

"Huh!"

Loire, Laguna (Final Fantasy 8)

Age: 26

Sex: Male

Profession: Guardian, Galbadian soldier

Nationality: Galbadia

Race: Human

Appearance: Long brown hair, brown eyes, earring

on left ear, pale skin, athletic, no visible scars.

Fighting Style: Gun use

Rank: Warrior

Laguna Loire was not scary, anything but. He was a bit childish and odd, but he was a good guy in every sense of the word. Yet it is never a wise thing to make someone mad, especially if you don't know how they may react. That alone was the reason why Genma wasn't about to attack his partner.

"I get mad if someone is messing with you and I've seen you do the same thing. I'm not going to risk myself getting a bullet in my ass." Genma explained. "Besides, I'm too hungry at the moment." As if confirming it, his stomach began to growl. "Any chance that you might have some food in your pouch?" he asked hopefully.

Kent looked at him and shook his head. "Sorry friend, forgot to get some at the moment, the Marauders were bothering me and I wasn't thinking about it at the time." He said while his stomach also began to growl.

"Forgot?! How could you forget?! Food is practically our talisman! Ahhhh, I'm hungry! I already ate the little I could get!" Genma moaned. Kent didn't answer, he just looked at his friend.

Genma and Kent weren't the only ones hungry, looking around, they could see the rest of the team with their faces practically screaming 'FOOD! WE NEED FOOD! NOW!!!', but of course none could do anything but stand there and suffer. Why no one got enough food or any at all, was beyond them. For fighters such as themselves, food was gold. Just that simple.

They were all suffering right that moment. Not from the heat. Not from exhaustion. But by the horrible hunger.

Suddenly a big bag of chips appeared at the guy's feet.

"Humph, I would think you two smarter. Bring enough food next time." Said a deep dangerous voice.

"We can't keep babysitting you all the time, you so called warriors." Another deep more dangerous voice said disapprovingly.

Kent and Genma turned around to see the two men whose voices belonged to.

Strife, Mikel (Original)

Age: 27

Sex: Male

Profession: Guardian, Soldier, Rebel.

Nationality: Midgar

Race: Soul taker

Appearance: Blond really messy spiky hair, silvery blue eyes, white skin,

perfect build, no visible scars.

Fighting Style: Sword melee

Rank: 2nd warrior

Bardock (Dragon Ball)

Age: 31

Sex: Male

Profession: Guardian, Saiyan soldier

Nationality: Vegitasai

Race: Saiyan

Appearance: Black hair that sticks up in the front and back, black eyes,

tanned, big athletic build, two scars crossing each other on his left cheek.

Fighting Style: Melee

Rank: 1st warrior

Just like that, the two strongest warriors proved to be the best, once again. One, the very nasty soldier, made it part of his mission to humiliate another for his or her incapability in a fight or simple survival. The other, the creepy saiyan, did almost the same. He, being of a race that demanded perfection as a warrior, was kind of harsh when it came to telling them what they did wrong. The rest of them might complain about it, even tried to ignore it, but they had to admit, not to Mikel or Bardock's faces, that the humiliation and harshness of their words was one of the reasons why they trained harder and became better everyday. They simply didn't want to make fools of themselves in front of these men, especially since they were Lance's right and left hands. It didn't matter that Kent and Genma were just one or two steps below them in rank, they always got a harsh word or something, maybe they were picked on especially since they had the third and fourth positions. But that was life. If you want to be the best, be the best.

Kent picked up the bag of chips and opened it up to see if there were chips. You could never be sure with those two, they liked to taunt. It was a surprise for Kent and Genma when they saw that they were. They looked at Mikel who had a smirk on his face.

"Are these poisoned?" Kent asked cautiously.

"Of course not!" Mikel answered.

Kent and Genma looked at each other.

"Why are you being nice?" Genma asked.

"Nice?" Mikel asked confused, he looked at Bardock. Bardock just shrugged, they looked back at the other two. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Since when have we ever been nice?" Bardock asked.

"Why aren't they poisoned then?" Genma asked in return.

"Well, we can't have you two falling on your faces now can we." Bardock responded.

"Bull shit." Said a British accented voice, "You like these boys and admit it."

They looked towards the man that had spoken feeling as if they had just swallowed a chunk of ice. The man that they saw standing there with his arms crossed and an evil look accompanied by a smile was none other than their boss, Lance.

Asha'man, Lance (Original

Age: 21

Sex: Male

Profession: Guardian

Nationality: Caeme

Race: Hanyou (Half Demon)

Appearance: Long blond hair, blue eyes, pale skinned, perfect

build, earring on left ear, no visible scars.

Fighting Style: Anything

Rank: Leader

Lance Asha'man. He wasn't stronger than Bardock or Mikel, but damn, that guy could torture them both without hesitation and without any fear. The thing was, Lance knew all of their weak points, their fears, their fighting techniques, even their secret crushes. He used psychology more often than fists or weapons. He knew exactly how to use it on them with the guarantee that they would fall for it. He was the kind of boss you always tried to be on the good side on, if you weren't, well, you're dead.

Standing there looking at them in silence, it was enough to make them nervous. But as it was expected, Mikel challenged him with his own evil glare. That always happened, Mikel pretended not to be afraid of him and challenged him in glares or verbally. To hear them argue was a constant thing and not surprising at all. The strange thing was, Lance seemed to trust him with his life and Mikel protected him with his life whenever he needed to, for all that they seemed to not like each other. Also, Mikel hadn't been asked to do so and Lance was too proud to claim he needed any protection.

Bardock was another thing. He didn't fight with Lance very often, when he did, it was odd. He wasn't exactly afraid of Lance, but he was weary of him. He also protected Lance whenever he needed protecting. The strange thing of their relationship was that Bardock seemed to have some influence over Lance and Mikel both.

As for Kent and Genma, they weren't sure where they stood with Lance. They could talk to him more freely than the other people on the team could, but that did not seem to be because of their rank. They could also shout at him or even laugh at him for any reason, but that didn't seem to be because of their rank either. There was just some sort of understanding between them that allowed them to behave that way. But all in all, Lance still scared the crap out of them.

While Mikel and Lance kept glaring at each other with evil smiles and with Bardock rolling his eyes at them, Genma looked around at the rest of his team mates.

Twenty other people were recruited in this small but powerful organization. Maybe not the best of their worlds and for some not the only ones who were called from one same world, each had a potential that would come out whenever it was needed and trained for that potential to show always on their faces and stances. Others hid them so as not to attract any unwanted attention until they decided to show what they were worth. All held their own abilities and techniques, each useful and unique to the organization. Some in the team were a surprise, yet you never truly knew a person until they decided to tell, and not even then.

Genma's gaze swept over all of their faces (Genma's heart skipped a beat when he saw Nodoka's beautiful one), some had on a face of dread, Juste looked positively sick. Genma smiled evilly at that, he didn't hate Justin, but this situation was his fault. Others, like that of Dracula, Blade, Ritsuko, Janduin and Setsuna, looked passive. Of course, Genma knew they were dreading the outcome like any sane person would. Well, a little bit sane. Genma was staring at Nodoka dreamily, when Lance finally spoke.

"So, tell me you good for nothing idiotic peace of shit, what are you doing here?" Lance said to Mikel through a fake evil looking smile and gritted teeth.

"You tell me you feminine looking worthless bitch. You gave the orders." Mikel responded in the same way. He glanced at were Justin stood, "And gave it to him."

"Don't call me that!" Lance ordered angrily.

"You don't call me that!" Mikel yelled at him.

"I'll call you however the hell I want!" Lance yelled back.

"No you can't!!"

"Yes I can!!"

"Can't!!!"

"Can!!!"

"Can't!!!"

"Can!!!"

"Shut up, you're pissing me off!" Bardock cut in angrily. Mikel and Lance immediately shut themselves up; Lance gave Bardock a half resentful half glaring look. Odd.

Yep, that's how it went. Lance and Mikel lost all dignity whenever they were fighting in that sort of manner. It seemed impossible for anyone but them, that these composed looking men, threw dignity to the wind just to smash into a near by tree when they were fighting. Only Bardock could stop them from grabbing each other by the neck and rolling on the ground. Anyone else did that, and they might end up in the infirmary for their trouble. At least Lance was letting out his fury on Mikel.

It took just a few seconds for Lance to compose himself and then he rounded on Justin.

"So, Juste." Lance said calmly yet a bit dangerously.

"(Gulp) Yes Lance?" Juste answered shakily.

"How old are you?" Lance said.

"Sixteen."

"Oh." Was all he said while he started walking. He went up to him slowly looking at him with those wise and knowledgeable eyes of his. After a moment he said "So, you're old enough to be able to follow an order without anyone looking over your shoulder to see if you do it right. Right?"

"Y-yes." Juste answered starting to sweat.

"Oh." That was all that Lance said to him. He gave him a last look and a small mysterious smile, before walking away. He started pacing among the others looking at each in turn still with that smile on his face. Juste did not relax an inch, in fact, he looked even more afraid.

When passed by those whose faces were calm, he just smiled. Ritsuko raised a questioning eyebrow at him then frowned. Lance just gave her that smile and kept moving. When he paced among those whose faces were all of worry, he looked at them with the smile still in place. He looked at Laguna, then looked towards Laguna's partner and shook his head. Still with that damn smile. When he passed by Gwen and looked at her, his smile and eyes became a little different, she blushed. Genma thought he saw a small pleased smile on her face. No questions there, eh? He finally stopped in front of Kent and Genma, his smile back to what it had been before Gwen. He looked at them for a long time weighing them out, like he always did. Finally, after that long cursed silence, Lance spoke.

"Genma. Kent" he said.

"Lance." they both said at the same time.

"Could you scout around for me?" he asked nicely.

"Sure." Kent said with a questioning frown.

"Whatever gets me away from here right this moment, is fine with me." Genma said truthfully.

Lance smiled more broadly. "Good, come with me please." He started to walk away towards Bardock and Mikel.

Genma and Kent looked at each other confused. "I thought you wanted us to scout." Kent said.

"In a moment." Lance said with his back to them. The other two looked at each other again and shrugged then they followed. Reaching Bardock and Mikel, Lance stopped and looked at each in turn weighing them out like he did to the other two. After a while he nodded and looked toward the others to see if they weren't close enough to hear, then he looked around at their surroundings. Nothing but sand. "Have you felt something?" he asked without looking at them.

"Like what?" Mikel asked.

"You obviously haven't." Lance said looking towards Mikel with a glare.

"Specify man! I've felt a lot of things in this place!" Mikel retorted.

"Have you?!" Lance said angrily raising his eyebrows.

"Shut up, both of you! I have no time for this." Bardock cut in sharply. "Is it something you detected on the way here? Because I've been sensing something strange ever since we got here."

"Yeah, me too." Genma said honestly. "I just didn't say anything, because I was concentrating on not killing Juste." Kent affirmed the same and Mikel did the same still glaring at Lance.

"I thought you did." Lance said with a pointed look at Mikel. "The others probably did also, but I don't need to worry them right now, I need them here. Scout around for me. You find something weird, anything at all, you report directly to me, got it?!"

"Yes, sir!" they all said as one.

"Good. Now go!"

They all moved immediately in separate directions in a fast speed, Genma went west, alert for anything that might appear. The scenery didn't change except for a glimpse of a desert snake or some other animal. The rest were out of sight when Genma finally turned to look in their direction. Glancing around he didn't see anything but what he had already seen. It didn't look like he would find anything interesting to report, yet the feeling of something odd was still in the air, he wondered whether the other warriors had felt it. He stopped his movements to feel the sensation, trying to recognize it. Every enemy he had fought even before joining Lance in this mad organization, had had a distinct feel about him or her that told him certain things of his opponent. His father had said that it was the enemy's or a friend's aura that radiated the things Genma could feel, he had also said that a friend of his had called it chi and that it could tell how strong the person was.

But right now what Genma was feeling did not reveal anything at all to him, it just told that it was there, yet it was pulsing as if announcing itself. Whatever it was, wanted to taunt them and it was really annoying. Well he looked on the bright side; at least their little trip to the dessert wasn't a complete waste of time.

He kept on searching for whatever it was, hoping he would find it soon and get it over with. An hour passed, an hour and a half, nothing but sand, nothing but heat, nothing but hunger.

"Shit! I hate this place!" Genma was growing increasingly frustrated. He was usually patient. When he had food in his stomach that was. Well, he wasn't that patient even then, but he was usually when on a mission, he had learned from his father to keep calm whenever he was doing something, he had said that there was no use in getting impatient and screwing it up. But everything changed for Genma when he was hungry.

Swearing at Juste for screwing up, he didn't notice something was right in front of him when he suddenly tripped over it.

"Shimata! Genma pay more attention on where you're going next time, you bakka!" he told himself angrily.

Still cursing at himself he got up and cleaned his red shirt, black trench coat and pants, he then turned around to see what had tripped him. Whatever he thought might have been was soon forgotten when he saw what was lying there. The thing that had tripped him looked like a smooth rode of glimming white metal that was slightly curved, that was what he thought before he had seen that it was connected to something the size of a small elephant that was covered with sand which Genma had mistaken in his moment of frustration for a small mountain of it.

He got closer to inspect it and was suddenly hit by an overwhelming stench of death. Genma was trained to tolerate nasty sights or smells but he still couldn't help covering his nose and mouth with his hand. Trying to ignore the smell, he moved around the thing to see what it could be. It looked like a gigantic silvery leech with tentacles attached to it. It had no eyes that he could see and neither did it seem to have a mouth, Genma started to doubt it being some sort of creature but the smell told him differently yet there were no signs of rotting. Unless this thing was on top of whatever died. He looked around to see if there was anything else there that would help him figure it out. He didn't find anything.

He stood there, nose still covered, looking at the thing trying to decide what it could be. But after fifteen minutes of wondering, he decided to call Lance. Uncovering his mouth he placed it over the small intercom attached to his sleeve on his palm side.

"Lance, it's Genma, can you hear me?" He waited, there was no answer. "Lance, this is Genma, can you hear me or are you ignoring me 'cause you can't decide whether you should blow somebody's brains out?"

He heard a chuckle. "Yes, Genma I can hear you." Came Lance's reply. "What did you find?"

"Um… you better see this for yourself; all I can say is that it has a stench like Sirius without a bath." Genma said with a grin.

"What?!" came Sirius's indignant voice followed by shouts of laughter by the others.

"Alright." Lance chuckled. "Where are you?"

"I'm a thousand miles southwest."

"I'm coming."

That done, Genma decided to take a rest. He moved a little away from the thing so he wouldn't have to be so close to the smell, and sat down with a sigh. He had lost his appetite thanks to the smell, so he didn't have to worry about it. It was starting to get cold. Looking up at the sky he saw that the sun was almost ready to set. He wondered how long it would take Lance to get there. He sighed again. Sitting there, he started to think of Nodoka and ways of getting her to go out with him. He had discarded many that would probably get him killed, when he finally sensed movement behind him. Turning his head, he saw Lance approaching him with Kent, Mikel and Bardock at his heals. Probably didn't find anything, Genma thought with satisfaction.

"What the bloody hell is that?" Kent asked.

"And what the fuck is that smell?" Mikel asked with a disgusted face.

"Don't know." Lance said faintly his attention was mostly on the thing in front of him. He moved closer to it so he could have a better look, while the others staid were they were to give him space. Genma got up to join them. He stopped beside Bardock and turned to look at Lance examining whatever that thing was.

"So, do you know what it is kid?" Bardock asked Genma.

"If I did, I would have said something." Genma answered.

"Yeah, well, you are a bit slow witted sometimes Gen." Kent said calmly without looking at him.

"I am not!" Genma said heatedly at Kent.

"Yes you are." Kent said with a calm singsong tone.

"No I am not!"

"Yes you are."

"N…!"

"STOP IT!" Bardock yelled.

"But he called me slow witted!" Genma said childishly while glaring at a smirking Kent.

"I don't give a shi-… Did you feel that?" Bardock suddenly asked looking around for whatever it was.

"I did." Mikel said looking around too.

"So did I." Kent said, also searching.

"And me." Genma also said. This wasn't a lie, he had sensed something weird at exactly the same time Bardock was about to curse at them.

"What could it…"

"OH SHIT!" Lance yelled suddenly. He was staring at the thing with wide eyes.

"What is it?!" they all asked.

Lance didn't answer; instead he turned to look at them urgently. "You guys have to get out of here now!" There was no time to ask questions or to argue, because at that precise moment the earth started to shake and tentacles thicker than the ones on the ground started to shoot out from under them.

They were able to dodge them moving this way and that but wherever they stepped one came shooting out. Genma was a skilled fighter and was able to dodge easily. Trying to get rid of one, he sent out a kick, but when his foot collided with it, he felt his energy being sucked out of him. He fell to the ground, his back hitting the floor, all the air coming out of him.

"Don't let them touch you!" he heard Lance yell at them.

"NOW YOU TELL US!!" bellowed Mikel who obviously tried to do the same thing as Genma.

"Asha'man!" Lance called through the intercom, while Genma recovered his breath and dodged another tentacle just in time. "Asha'man, we need you! Come with my ship NOW!" Lance said while dodging.

Genma saw something at the corner of his eye and instinctively turned to see what it was, not noticing the tentacle that suddenly appeared, hitting him in the middle and sending him flying. He braced himself for the fall, preparing his body for the impact. But it never came. He kept on falling into something, he didn't know what.

"Genma! GENMA!" he heard Kent yell for him.

"You lose Hero of Kangen!" another voice said to him

There was laughter, then only darkness.