Seishi Survivor - The Ultimate Fictional Reality Show
Prologue
By: Small Lady Yui
Rated: PG
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Author's Note: I had this idea to fuse the reality shows and Fushigi Yuugi. Mainly Survivor because of the tribes and the obvious Suzaku/Seiryuu thing. I haven't seen all of Survivor so I'm not really familiar with it. If you are looking for something more based solely on Survivor there's one called Fushigi Yuugi: Survivor Style by Exotic Element. I didn't copy anything from her and asked before making this fic. Be sure to take a look at mine first though! ^^; Reviews would be helpful! Anyway, on with the fic! (btw, no one is a spirit in this fic. They all have bodies, though this takes place after the TV series)

Disclaimer: I'm far from Yu Watase and if I'm not Yu Watase or work for the companies she gave rights to I do not own Fushigi Yuugi. I am but poor Small Lady Yui...



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Miaka stood in the kitchen with pots overflowing and food burning. It was the typical scene whenever she cooked and of course the taste was quite *unique*. Poor Tamahome... How he must have suffered.
Speaking of which, the blue haired man sat in front the television set mesmerized by all the pretty colors that flashed across it. Even though he had been there for over a month already everything still seemed so new. He was like a child in a toy store living in the 21st century Tokyo. But that's not important. What happened next is what begins our story...
"It's almost done Tamahome!" Miaka called to him, desperately trying to put out fires and keep the food in their cooking pots and pans.
"Oh... um.. Great!" he tried to sound enthusiastic as he flipped through the channels until he settled on one. He was about to change it again when a commercial caught his eye.
"Are you a seishi with problems? Do you have about six friends who want to kick the crap out of seven other guys?" the TV boomed.
"Uh huh! Uh huh!" Tamahome nodded to each question.
"Then you need Seishi Survivor! The ultimate reality show where the only prize is being able to beating Seiryuu butt!"
::There's static and whispering voices in the background::
"What the hell are you doing? How the hell are we going to bring them here just on that?!"
"Fine, fine... But we're broke! How are we suppose come up with the m-"
CRASH!!!!
"Ow... okay, okay..."
"Plus a 1,000,000,000,000,000,000 yen prize!!! So sign up today!"
Drool practically dripped from Tamahome's mouth as he stared at all those zeros. "Miaka!" he called, running to her.

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"Can you believe it? They actually picked us!" Nuriko blushed in front of the camera.
"Well, there isn't that many groups called Suzaku and Seiryuu out there no da..." Chichiri said.
"I see we meet again Tamahome," Nakago smirked at the Suzaku warrior.
Tamahome narrowed his eyes and nodded, "Nakago."
"Yui-chan!!!" Miaka cried seeing her friend and hugged her. "It's been so long!"
The blonde blinked, "But I just saw you in school yesterday!"
"Oh yeah..."
A large sweatdrop appears on her head, "Miaka..." She sighs shaking her head.
"Hey!" the show's producer shouted. "Pry those two apart until the show!"
A bunch of crew members break the two up onto their appropriate sides. Half the boat is painted red with a sign that says "Suzaku" on it, the other is painted blue with a sign that says, "Seiryuu".
"You guys all read the guidebook and signed the contracts right?" the producer asked.
Everyone on the boat blinked and he facefaulted. "Okay then..." he took out his copy out and opened it up. "Just start the motor..." he commanded the crew men sighing.

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"Poor producer..." Yui shook her head looking across the ocean. "Who knew he'd be thrown off the boat like that..." The others didn't seem too disappointed by the loss. They talked among themselves until a young woman whistled to get their attention.
"You all know the rules!" the new producer smiled. "In a couple of days we'll have a council meeting to see who gets voted off first... Ready?"
::She signals the camera crew::
"Go!"
::They run off with the equipment and speed off in a motor boat leaving the cast speechless::

There is no camera crew...
They film their own experiences...
They are alone...

Tamahome blinks, "Well, that was weird..."
"Now we will see who is better..." Nakago says with Soi in his arms.
"Yes, we will..." Tamahome smiled slyly, his eyes seemed to twinkle with confidence.
Taitsu-kun pops out of no where, "You're so dead!"
Ashitare looked them over and grunted a sentence.
"He said with the old lady on your team you out number us," Nakago translated. "Although, how sad this is to admit, for once I have to agree with him." He sadly put his whip away.
"You'll have to go Tamahome. To make it even," Suboshi smiled maliciously.
"Me?! What about him!" he points to Shigyou standing beside a tree.
"You're going down grandma!" Ren threatened Taitsu-kun.
Nakago mumbles things about his master and baby-sitting. "Fine. Do what you wish."
They all stood there for a while.
"Um.. Aren't you guys supposed to be on the other side of the island?" Miaka points out.
The Seiryuu facefaulted.
Nakago cleared his throat and nodded, "I suppose so." He nodded his head towards the path to the other side of the island, which turned out to be only a few miles away. "Come on Soi, we have a lot to do."
Soi giggled like a school girl. An, "Oh, Nakago..." would slip from her lips once in a while.
They all began to walk off.
"Hold up," Tamahome released Miaka and ran up beside Nakago. "May the best man win," he extended his hand. Nakago stared at it for a moment and smiled. He shook it briefly and continued on without a word.
"See you at the first game! It should be interesting," Tomo cackled.
The salty ocean wind blew Tamahome's hair out of his eyes. "We'll see..." he whispered watching them disappear in the brush before turning to his team.
"Hey you think Tamahome and Nakago are... well... you know?" Tasuki whispered to Chichiri.
Tamahome's face turned red, "I heard that!"

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