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Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi, (duh!) and I don't own any of the Chinese gods. Yadda yadda. Let's get this story started!

A/N: Hey people! I'm writing a Fushigi Yuugi fanfic! Yay! Please R/R! By the way, this story is told in first person POV except for some parts which are italicized. Enjoy!

Prologue:

"Oh! A real scroll? From ancient China? This is Japan!" A woman marvels. She has short auburn hair, blue eyes, and is about 5'5, she is American and dresses like a business, single mom.

"I know, but I want you to have it as our thanks. Besides, it needs passing on, Natalie-san." The other woman told her. This woman was 5'2, also had auburn hair, and green eyes. She was Japanese and dressed as a modern house-wife. She, too, had kids.

"Oh, alright, Mrs. Suku…nami, but this looks like an old family treasure! I can't take it…" She stumbled on the Japanese name. Natalie tried to offer it back to the lady but she pushed it back towards her.

"Please take it. It would be hurtful to us if you didn't... and call me, Miaka." Miaka encouraged. Miaka jumped a little when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Oh! Taka, it's only you." She smiled.

"Thank you so much for the car. We really needed it. Please take it as a gift from us." He restated and grinned.

"Oh. How can I say no? Thank you very much! Is it alright if I give it to my teenage daughter? I promised her I'd bring her back something. I sure do miss those two." She reminisced. Natalie joined in the smiling.

"Of course!" Miaka assured, "Give them my regards!"

"I will!" Natalie shouted as she was leaving.

Chapter 1:

The Priestess of Suzaku

"Thank you, Mommy! It looks so old! Like a buried treasure map!" A little 13 year-old girl exclaimed jumping up and down while she hugged her mother with the ancient scroll in her grasp.

"You're welcome, Sara." Natalie told her as she patted her head.

A red light emitted from the scroll and went into a cell phone on the girl's nightstand, diminished and faded to nothing. "Mommy?" I mumbled as I heard my alarm clock buzzer go off. " 6:30, time to get up." I told myself and hit the snooze button. I slowly sat up in my bed and yawned, while rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Time to get up." I repeated. My eyelids felt like anvils. I stretched and got out of bed. My name is Sara Hill and I was 17 years old. I scratchted my orangey- red haired head and blinked my grey-blue eyes. I went to high-school and had a little annoying sister who was 14, but my mom was always away on business ever since I convinced her I was old enough to take care of myself. My dad's not in the picture anymore. I yawned again, scratched my freckly covered arm and stood up. Big mistake. Now while my mom was off supporting us financially, I'm the one who was supporting us in the home. I felt like a housewife. Walking out of my room and into the hallway, I almost tripped on my calico cat, Freckles. I take my sister to school every morning in our old mini-van or she walks.

Besides that we're alone, we're a pretty normal family. "Katie?" I called down the hall to my sister's room. All I received as an answer were some indiscreet moans like, "5 more minutes." I sighed. Katie usually liked to get "5 more minutes" of extra sleep. I walked over to Katie's room and turned the knob and let myself in. I caressed her purple wall while looking for the bronze light switch and flipped it on. When the room lit up yellowy-white with the hint of daylight coming from her side-by-side windows, creeping through her rosy-patterned curtains, Katie rolled over on her stomach and pulled her pillow over her curly orangey-red haired head. "Hey. Kate," I coaxed after a push to the side, "It's time to go to school." I reached my hand under the pillow and felt her forehead, she felt feverish. "Don't fell good?" I asked her gently.

"Nuh-uh." My sister grunted.

"Want me to call into to Parras and tell them you're sick?"

"Uh-huh."

"Will you be alright here alone? Should I get Greg to come over to watch you? He could get off work and..." I offered and rambled on. Greg was a trusted family friend, my mom was a friend of his mom, and he needed a place to stay out here because he's going to UCLA for college and he couldn't afford the dorms. Of course, apartments are WAY expensive in the South Bay, or California in general, so we offered him to stay with us. Although he is sleeping in the garage, it's a decent garage and all he needs is really a place to crash. Work by day, College by night. He pays his own way for food and clothes but we occasionally invite him to dinner. He sometimes hangs out with us. I consider him like a cousin or family. But he was only 2 years, kind, and gorgeous so of course I thought I felt a little more for him.

"I'll be fine." Her voice was muffled by the pillow but I could still hear her cough. I went into the bathroom across the hall and looked through the mirror medicine cabinet and picked out the Nyquil, measured it for her, and forced my reluctant sister to swallow the awful purple colored liquid. Tucking Katie in, I kissed her forehead and told her I was leaving for school in an hour.

"K." She replied.

"Now if you need anything..."

"Get Greg or call your cell, I know, I know. Get to school before you're late, stupid."

I did all the usual things in the morning, brushing my hair and pulling it into a ponytail, brushing my teeth, and changing out of my overly large night shirt into a black t-shirt and some blue jeans. I looked at my appearance, there was a tear in the knee. I sighed. "I really need to go shopping." I badgered myself. I always needed to do this and that but there is never enough time in the day. I slipped on my holey, odd-colored, mismatching socks and converse and headed for the garage.

As I passed the kitchen, on the way to the front door I grabbed an apple for the road. The cool breeze blew at my face as I got out into the cold morning air. I walked to the garage to check on my sleeping tenant. I stepped in to see some clothes strewn all over the place and him face down on his bed. I ruffled Greg's dirty blondhair as I gathered up books and things off his bed and put them on the table. I tip-toed back over to pull the covers up on him to actually keep him warm. He was in pajama pants, just pajama pants. I reached for the covers and pulled them up. Tucking him in like Katie, I couldn't help but leaning in for a kiss goodbye on the forehead. As I leaned in he grinned, embraced me, and was holding me in 10 seconds. I gave an internal shriek and didn't know what to do. Completely conflicted, It was either, get held by the guy of my dreams until he wakes up and be late or make him let go, be on time, and no one finds out. "I'll go with the second one," I decided, "I've got to get to school..." Almost in answer, Greg gave a little moan which, at the time, I interpreted for "Stay... Don't go..."

"Oh good God! He's so warm... I can feel his breath on my neck...Please don't wake up..." I prayed in a whisper. I melted... in an odd position, too. One converse was on the floor next to my toe thatskimmed the floor, the other leg was on the bed, my right arm, which had my watch,whichsaid 7:45,on it, and my left arm was tucked to my side by Greg's arm. I looked like an overly large, abused, backside up teddy bear but I loved every second of it. His touch was warm and I could feel it on my back through my clothes.I could feel myself blush redder than I thought it was possible. I closed my eyes and was about to kiss his lips.

"Just one kiss... Then I'll go!" I told myself.

Our noses were centimeters apart when my pocket started ringing. I completely flipped out when Greg opened his eyes.

"W-what?" He mumbled still asleep, "Sara?" Greg blinked his eyes. I was sitting in his chair next to his desk and smiling nervously at him. He blinked some more, rubbed his eyes, and yawned.

"Morning!" I greeted with an anxoius, slightly giddy laugh. I could feel I was still blushing. I hadshut offmy phone in a matter of seconds before opened his blue eyes. Now, I sat, cross-legged watching him intently with a nervous smile and leftover blush. He sat up and stretched and looked at me.

"What's up?" He yawned.

"Katie's sick," I explained, "Could you look after her for me while I'm at school and I'll-"

"Course. Katie's like blood. I'll make sure she's okay... Are you getting sick too? You look like you're flushed. Or are you just wearing blush? But you don't usually where make-up..." Greg wondered out loud. I just laughed nervously.

"See you later!" I shouted and waved while speed-walking out the door. I could feel his stare almost pierce into me. After I shut the door, got into my beat-up, hammy down, toyota mini-van, I hit the dash of my car and asked "WHO COULD'VE CALLED ME?"

Angrily, I turned on my small nokia and checked Missed Calls.

"Su-za-ku..." I sounded out.

A/N: Hey eveybody! I know this chappie is kinda long but bear with me! It's my first! I had to explain everything! Next chapter will be much more interesting! Thanks!