Disclaimer: I don’t own Ronin Warriors. I own some of the internet and e-mail, but not the ones in here.

“You’ve got mail!”

Ryo yawned and rubbed his eyes. “Just a few more minutes, Sage,” he muttered sleepily, turning over on his stomach and burying his face into the pillow. Sage loved to get the entire household up and running by at least 6 AM during their days off, even though most of his fellow Ronins tended to fall asleep in their breakfast. ‘It’s the weekend after midterms, just let me get some extra rest,’ he thought, desperately trying to drift back into dreamland…………

..‘WAIT A MINUTE!!!’ He sat up, startled. Grabbing a red spherical object from his bedside in one swift motion, he jumped straight from the bed to the middle of the floor. The voice that had called out to him wasn’t Sage’s or any of the other Ronins. It wasn’t even the Ancient. A voice of a man 30-40 years old, seeming almost happy in it’s own psycho way. ‘There’s an intruder in the house ………….. wait a minute. You’ve got mail?’

Easing up from his tense defensive position, he turned to his open laptop. After being thrown off of Mia’s computer once too many times, he had finally gone out and gotten his own. In fact, Rowen and Cye had their own computers too, one for each bedroom now. He had left his on all night by accident, after writing various e-mails to his friends at school about how unfair the teachers could be. Yawning again, he combed his fingers through his bed-ridden hair. ‘Friends from school. Yeah, probably replying about how hard their lives are. They’d freak if they knew what I was doing when I wasn’t studying.’ He flopped into a chair beside his desk.

‘Man, what a fantastic life I have. Train in the morning, go to school 3 miles away, come home, eat, rescue the world from certain doom, train, study, sleep. Do it all again the next day.’ He clicked on the mailbox icon. ‘Yep, a great life. I wish something new would happen. Something where I wouldn’t be fighting for my life against a dark warlord. Something where I wouldn’t be eating dirt every few seconds. Something new…………

Ryo was about to get his wish. He had plenty of replies about the midterms, the teachers, and their failing test grades, but one e-mail caught his eye. “Samurai looks like you?” he read out loud. Double-clicking the e-mail, his eyes widened and he sweatdropped as he read the title for a link: ‘My Crazy Ronin Page’.

Too paralyzed to move, he sat and read the line over and over again. ‘There’s no way it could be right. No way.’ Reaching within himself to the last of his energy, he managed to create a cry that would have woken up the most dormant of spirits resting in the Dynasty.

“GUYS!!! GET IN HERE NOW!!!!!”

Sage was the first to jog in. “Hey, Ryo, it’s my job to wake everyone up. What’s all the screaming about?’

Ryo was still too shocked to answer or even turn to his friend, let alone notice his rubber ducky boxers. All he could do was point at the monitor. Sage walked over and looked over the bearer of Wildfire’s shoulder. His eyes getting as big as Ryo’s, he made an almost inaudible sound, then darted from the room. He returned with Kento and Rowen in tow as Ryo regained himself just enough to click on the link.

“Sage, as much as you love having a steady schedule and all, a man’s gotta have his sleep after midterms!” Kento whined. Rowen was already beginning to eye Ryo’s unmade bed, but Sage continued to half lead, half drag them over to the desk.

“Believe me, you want to be awake for this.”

“What, is the Dynasty attacking on a weekend?”

“Worse.”

Ryo grabbed Kento and nearly shoved him into the monitor. The screen was now displaying a web page, a picture of all five Ronins in their subarmor filling it up entirely. That was enough to jolt the bearers of Hardrock and Strata into reality.

“Wha….Where did you find this?” Rowen said after a minute of silence.

“A friend sent it to me. Looks like somebody knows who we are,” Ryo said grimly.

“Not good. Do you know what a person could do with this kind of information?” Sage asked.

“Better question. Where did they get that picture of us?” Everyone turned to Kento. “I mean, look at it! It shows all of us powering up our armors! I don’t remember posing for that!” he said, gesturing towards the screen.

“Wait. There’s more.” Ryo scrolled down and began to read off the names of links below the main picture. “Bios. Plot. Rants. Pictures. Fanfiction. Fanart. Chat. Links to other pages. Wait a minute, links to other pages?!?! How many other people know about us?!?!”

All the Ronins could do was look around at each other’s grim, frightened faces. Their secret, their mission. Blown wide open. Everyone could now know who they were and what they were capable of. It wouldn’t be long until innocent people would get in the way.

Rowen was the first to break the silence. “Okay, Ryo, let’s start from the beginning. Who sent you this website?”

Ryo minimized the website’s window and brought his mailbox back up. “Um, it says here, ‘suikotorrent@yahoo.com’.

The look on the Ronin’s faces went straight from fear to pure anger. Their cry was enough to wake the ghosts of the Dynasty for the second time that morning.

“Cyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Author's Note: The guys will be looking at some common Ronin pics in this chapter, go to and search around for the pics if you're new or don't remember which ones they are. I tried to give names that'll help you remember.

"Dude, you are in soooo much trouble.. .. . .. . . . . . . . . . ."

"Ugh! Ge'off Kento, I can't breathe!"

Cye, spread out across Ryo's bed on his back, reached behind him for the bedposts to pull himself out from his friend's massive body. But Kento, anticipating his move, grabbed both his arms and pinned them across his side. Cye continued to wheeze and kick his legs on the other side of the bearer of Hardrock, showing the group how uncomfortable he was.

"You wanna explain this to us all?" Ryo asked, gesturing to the monitor on the other side of the room once again.

"Look, I was just, ack! Kento, my rib! I was just surfing around and thought it would be fun to, holy shezit! Garg, ugh. . . . . . . . . . . . . ."

"Lay off a little Kent, I wanna hear this."

Kento slipped back from Cye's chest to his legs, giving the bearer of Torrent more breathing room but not allowing him any more chance to wiggle out.

"So as I was saying, I was just surfing around and I thought it would be fun to put 'Ronin Warriors' in a search engine and see what happens. I did that, and that came up and. . . . .."

"This is on a search engine?! Which one, Google?" Ryo leaned down aggressively at Cye, Sage was already leaning over the desk, on his way to Google. Rowen turned to his roommate.

"Uh, Sage?"

"Yeah Rowen?"

"Mia's bathrobe, in the laundry basket?"

"What about it?"

"Put it on."

It was only then that Sage realized he was still his is rubber ducky boxers. Blushing, he crossed his hands behind his shorts and dashed from the room. Rowen chuckled and brought the keyboard over to himself, finishing what Sage had started. The smile dropped from his face as soon as he started the search.

(Real.) "As of May 22, 2003. Results 1-10. Of about 51,000," he read out loud.

Ryo and Kento stared at him, their mouths wide open. Cye's was a little more open than theirs, filling his lungs with the much needed oxygen.

"But it could be wrong. Whenever I do a search and click on the last 'O', it's never what I was searching for."

"Oh yeah. . . . . . .. ." Kento smiled, but Ryo kept his face hard.

"We still need to deal with this one, at least. They defiantly made a site about us, and we need to figure out why."

"Ah, I love a good mystery," Rowen said.

"No joke. So we. . . . . . um, hey, Sage."

Sage's apparel had gone from bad to worse. All the other bathrobes were in the wash, the only one left for Sage to wear was Mia's pink flowery one. The other Ronins burst into giggles. Kento even lifted himself completely away from Cye, the water Ronin was laughing too hard to escape. Sage glowed a beet red.

"KNOCK IT OFF!!!!! Now then, let's see this page."

All five Ronins crowded around the computer. Ryo, master of the mouse, scrolled over to the menu on the side.

"Cye, how much of this did you see already?"

"Actually, um, none. I sent it to you a few minutes ago."

Ryo sighed. "OK guys, where do you wanna go first?"

"Pics! Maybe we can figure out who they are if we look at where it was taken and the camera's angle."

"Just hope this guy isn't in this room, he'd have a hell of a time with you modeling."

Sage growled at Rowen and tightened the robe around him. Rowen snickered. Ryo ignored them both and clicked on 'Pictures'. A drop-down menu read 'Ryo', 'Sage', 'Cye', 'Rowen', 'Kento', 'Group', and 'Dynasty'.

"I must say, mates, this was put together very well."

"Yeah, great. They even got pictures of the Dynasty." Kento shook his head.

"I'm going to Group. I don't wanna isolate any of us. Let's see, um, how about lawntroopers.jpg?" He clicked it, a picture of the Ronins, spread out on a lawn, filled the screen.

"Hey, that's us!"

"No duh Kento."

"I remember that piece of grass in my mouth! Couldn't get the taste out for days."

"Guys, how did they get a picture that close to us? Keep going Ryo."

"Alright, allheadbands.jpg. Hey! I REALLY don't remember posing for this!"

"I like my old headband, without the tie in back."

"Same here, Rowen."

"Why do I look so scared?"

"Next pic! Chests.jpg." Ryo paused. "Erm. . . . .. . .. . ."

"Ahh. . . . .. . .. . ."

"Um. . . . .. . .. . ."

"Well. . . . .. . .. . ."

"Don't remember that happening ever. . . . .. . .. . ."

Ryo quickly maneuvered back to the main page. "Um, how about we go into something we don't know."

Rowen nodded. "Alright, try fanfiction. Cye, you know anything about this?"