(Author's Note: Hey guys! This is the first chapter of Fushigi Yuugi: The Tiger's Maiden! I know that in the original Fushigi Yuugi, that the Priestess of Byakko and her celestial warriors are mentioned, but for this story, I'm going to pretend it never happened. That's the great thing about fanfiction, right? This will be set after Miaka becomes the Priestess of Suzaku, by about five years in the real world. Sixty years, or so, have passed in the Universe of the Four Gods. I hope you guys like this! If you do, review and let me know.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi or any recognizable characters. I do own any original characters, which include the Byakko priestess and her Warriors. I am not making any profit, whatsoever, off of this work of fiction.)

Fushigi Yuugi: The Tiger's Maiden

Chapter One: Enter Hoshi Sayuri

"HOSHI! You'll never pass your final year of high school if you keep running off all the time! You can't keep doing this!" A teacher stood on the steps of a high school, watching the retreating figure of a student on the back of a motorcycle. The person raised one hand in a kind of salute before pouring more speed on, jetting away from the high school, swerving between cars, laughing all the way.

Ten minutes later, the bike, and the rider, were quickly approaching a large, closed wooden gate. Just before the bike crashed into the gate, it opened, allowing the Rider to skid to a stop in the large courtyard. The rider pulled their helmet off, and sighed in happiness.

It was a young woman who straddled the bike, her long black braid tumbling down her back as she hung her helmet on one of the motorcycle's handlebars. She wasn't beautiful in the traditional soft and feminine way, but in the sharp, predatory way that a bird of prey was beautiful. Her hair was thick, black, and long, and her eyes were a beautiful curious shade of violet.

She dismounted from the bike, and slowly made her way toward the house that was set back on the large property. As she walked through the group of bowing men that murmured, "Mistress Sayuri," as she walked among them. She nodded absentmindedly to the lot of them before entering her home.

"I'm home Dad," she called out, tossing off her school uniform jacket, letting it drop to the floor. She hurried to her room, disrobing as she tried to hurry and change into the beautiful purple and silver silk kimono that was laid out on her bed for her.

She tugged off her school shirt, revealing a beautiful, snarling white tiger with luminous golden eyes that ran the length of her back. Purple flowers flowed around the tiger and down the back of her legs. It had taken hours of work, and still wasn't fully complete. Her father's best tattoo artist had been graced with the privilege of tattooing her, preparing her for her future role in her family.

Half an hour later, the soft kimono was secured on her body and she was standing next to her father as the greeted the other heads of the local yakuza groups.

"Ah, Hoshi Daisuke, you look as good as ever," an older man by the name of Yamamato Akira said with a bow and a smile.

"Akira, it's been a while, hasn't it?" Hoshi Daisuke was not a handsome man. His features were very sharp, as were his daughter's, yet he had nothing to soften his face in the slightest. His hair was lighter then Tsuki's, though they both shared the same violet eyes that ran through the Hoshi family.

"You remember my daughter, Sayuri, correct?"

"Of course, Daisuke. She's grown into a beautiful young woman. I've brought my son, Hikaru, with me this time. Say Hello, Hikaru," Akira prompted as he stepped back to reveal a handsome young man.

His hair was a beautiful shade of chocolate brown, and his eyes a golden hazel in color. His smile, however, when he obeyed his father and greeted the young woman, was distant and empty. "Hello Miss Hoshi. We haven't met before, but it is wonderful to make your accentuate."

"Likewise," was Sayuri's cold reply, eyes level and face impassive as she bowed back to the two men in front of her. As beautiful as the young man was, there was something off about him.

"Sayuri, isn't it time for your lesson?" Her father asked, clearly dismissing her as he ushered the other two men into his study.

With a low growl, the yakuza heiress spun away, heading to her father's dojo for her kendo lesson.

"MARRY HIM?! What are you talking about? I don't need to marry Yamamato Hikaru! I'm your only heir! When you die or retire, I'll be the one to take over!" A vase shattered as a very distraught Sayuri chucked it at the wall. She had long since changed from her silk kimono and had changed into a pair of tight black jeans, motorcycle boots, purple tank top, and black leather jacket.

"Calm down, Sayuri, you knew this was coming. There needs to be a man to run the operation. It's how it has always been, and it's how things will continue here, in our family." Hoshi Daisuke spoke calmly, but firmly as he eyed his angered daughter. She should have known this was coming. After all, she would be 18 soon, and would need to marry.

"No, I didn't know this was coming. My whole life, you've groomed me to take over, ever since mom died! I've worked with the men, did everything you told me to, took to all my lessons, and this is how you repay me? What do I tell all the men when they ask why I haven't been made your heir? They trust me, dad!" Sayuri's face was red and blotchy by this point as she all but screamed at her father. He couldn't just rip her world apart like this.

"You will marry Hikaru in two months time, and that's final!" The man roared, jumping up from behind his desk before planting his meaty fists onto the desk top. "I still run this family and you will do as I say!"

"Fuck you old man!" She screamed, running from the room, slamming the door behind her as she raced away from her father's office, heading for the library.

The house rattled as Sayuri slammed the library door closed, screaming as she did so. How could he do this to her? She was supposed to be in charge, not some jumped up pretty boy who didn't know a damn thing about her men! She had spent her whole life with them, had taken their pinkies when they had messed up. They trusted her, and she them.

In a fit of anger, she stomped to one of the bookcases, tossing volumes around the room, knowing things off of side tables as she did so.

"Bastard!" She screamed, arm cocked back as she prepared to toss an old book across the room. She paused, however, as the title caught her eye. "Universe of the Four Gods?" She muttered out loud as she slowly took a seat on the floor.

Herein lies the tale of a young lady and her quest to gather the seven Constellations of Byakko together. And if you, the esteemed reader, should read to the story's end, the spell contained within this book shall bestow upon you the powers of the heroine, and grant you your wish.

'Wish?" she scoffed, looking down at the book. "This is so full of shit. And what's a Byakko anyways? Just like dad to have something like this to brag about."

As she went to lay the book down on the ground, the library shook around her.

"What the hell's going on?" she cried out before she vanished from the library.

She opened her violet eyes once the shaking had stopped. 'Where the hell am I?" she wondered aloud. "I don't think I'm in Tokyo anymore..."