Hey there. This is one of our first Fan-fics. Yes, I said we. My friend and I have been writing this for a while. Val, the crazy one of us, thought up the idea of our group of friends traveling to 'The Universe of the Four Gods'. And I, Chantal, have had the idea of us being doubles to the Suzaku Seishi. Well actually, I had started a fan-fic myself, but never had the chance to get it all down on the computer. (My idea's never made sense.)

And now for the show! Go ahead and read.

Warning

I do not own Fushigi Yuugi. Wish I did though...

Chapter 1

Valerie's Point Of View

I stood alone, looking around. I couldn't see anything but the small circle of light that was surrounded me. I looked around, but nothing was familiar. I walked to the edge of the light, but didn't want to leave it. Mainly fearing what might be out in the darkness. I turned around, hearing footsteps not far away from me.

A man, not much older than I, was walking towards me. I couldn't see his face but he had long bangs that basically defied gravity, and a walking staff. When he came closer I was able to see his face. He looked happy and his eyes were closed. He had light blue hair that was the exact same color as the streaks in my own hair; he also had a rat-tail. He wore a blue cloak with white circles over his shoulder, with a necklace made with beads. His cloths were different from most guys. 'I've never seen any type of clothing like that in my life before' I thought to myself. I looked up at him, smiling. Why I was smiling, I didn't know. I heard him say my name. 'He reminds me of someone' I thought.

He walked towards me, but didn't move. In fact, he was walking backwards away from me. I reached out my hand and started to run, but he disappeared.

All of a sudden, the ground below me disappeared, and I fell endlessly. My arms flailed, and I reached for anything I could, but everything I reached for, disappeared. Then I saw his face once again. His right eye had a scar...but earlier, he was a happy person, with two of his eyes. I don't understand...

And now our story begins...

'Val...' I heard someone calling my name, and then my body shake. I slowly slid open my eyes, and saw Chantal, my best friend looking at me. She smiled and her hand slid from my shoulder to my cheek.

Chantal is one of the nicest people you would ever know. I changed schools in grade 3 and she was the first person to come up to me and say hi. Ever since then we've been friends. She has long blond hair with purple streaks that travels down to her lower back, and is always braided, for only god knows why.

"Good morning." She tickled my cheek and I curled up into a ball under my covers. She laughed and walked to the other side of my room to the closet. I pulled the cover down just below my eyes and looked at her. She grabbed her clothes for the day and started her little walk to the washroom. She looked over at me, winked, and walked away. I smiled and pulled my covers off.

I walked over to my dresser and pulled out a t-shirt, then walked over to my closet to grab a pair of pants. I pulled off the top I was wearing and pulled over the shirt in my hands, then pulled on my pants. After I pulled on my pants, Chantal walked in and grabbed my brush after pulling out her elastic from her hair.

Today, Chantal wore a pair of baggy black jeans with a chain hanging from one pocket to the other, a tight white muscle shirt, and her spiked bracelets. Even her earrings had spikes on them. She had gotten a tattoo of vines around her shoulder with a rose in the center. I wish I had one like that...

Chantal started to brush her hair and sat on my bed, looking up at me.

"What were you dreaming about last night?" she asked between 'ows'. I looked over at her brushing my own hair with the other brush.

"Why?"

"Just wondering, 'cause you were pretty restless. You kept moving around, and it kept me up sometimes."

I looked over at her with a sorry look. "I'm sorry."

"It's ok, I had trouble sleeping myself." She smiled up at me and placed the brush to the side. She picked up her elastic and put it around her wrist, for after she did her hair. I got up and left the room to go to the washroom and saw my brother; he was still sleeping. He looks so cute, and peaceful...just like a teddy bear.

When I came back from the washroom, I was startled by Chantal. Her hair was up in a high ponytail. It's usually down in a braid. She put her stuff in her bag and fastened it up across her chest. When she walked towards me, she stopped, startled. She put a hand in her pocket and leaned to one side.

"What?" she asked.

"Y-you have your hair up...I haven't seen it up since we were in grade 5."

"I know, I just wanted a different look today. That's all." She shrugged her shoulders and waved her hand slightly as if to say 'oh well'. We both turned our heads towards the door, and saw my little brother walk past, his hair a complete mess. Chantal laughed slightly and nudged herself off the wall. She started walking out of my room and pushed me out with her.

As we walked down the stairs, I heard the phone ring. My brother answered the phone and kept asking stupid questions to the person on the other line, and we could hear the answers from the stairs, mostly curses...it was Tul.

Tul, or Krystle, was the tough one of the gang. She has shoulder length blond with red streaks, which is always pulled back into a short ponytail. She's always seen in a black muscle shirt and black pants, or a white dress shirt, black muscle shirt underneath and black vest on top and black pants; and she usually wears about ten silver necklaces around her neck. Her belts end up crossing one over the other, and she wears a chain going from one belt loop to the other, just to get the right look.

Chantal dropped her bag next to the stairs and walked over to my little brother, John. He let go of the phone before she even got a chance to say good morning and give him a hug. She has a habit of hugging people, but it doesn't bother me. What's funny, is that Chantal is a tough girl with Tul, and she goes around giving hugs to people...weirdo...

She picked up the phone from the table and held it to her ear.

"Hello?" She asked into it, hoping the person didn't hang up.

"Hi, Tul! We could hear you all the way from the stairs, and John was by the computer..." The conversation went on forever. I waited and waited, but Chantal never let got of the phone, so I went and started to make breakfast for us.

About twenty minutes later, she finally got off the phone. She walked over to me and stood behind me leaning against me pretending to sleep.

"So...? What's up with Tul?" She got up and leant against the counter.

"She said she's on her way, and she has Kim, Andrea, Fenja, and Kathleen with her."

"All of them?!"

"Yup, and we can meet up with them, if you want...?" I turned to her and the toaster popped. It made her jump as if she had ants in her pants.

"Well, could you call John over? I have to ask him something." She shrugged and walked off to find my brother. She stopped at the end of the stairs and yelled up for him. He came down the stairs holding his backpack, and sweater. Chantal gave him a confused look as he dropped down his stuff next to hers and walked away.

"John, we're gonna to be leaving soon, and you're going to your friends' soon, right?"

"Yup, he's on his way to pick me up, then we're going to his house for the day." I nodded and he heard a car horn outside. Chantal walked over to the door leading outside, and flicked the switch to open the door.

"John! They're here for ya." John ran from the kitchen to his stuff in a flash, and was gone the next. He ran back inside for his sweater then ran again. Chantal laughed slightly and stood inside the garage, bare foot waving him away. I walked outside to stand with her, with the phone in my hand, and dialed Tul's cell number. I told her that we would be waiting for them here, and...yeah, enough said.