Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yuugi.
I'm randomly on an FY kick right now and decided to try my hand at a new priestess story. And yes, one of the characters is actually American in origin, but don't run away screaming yet. I'm going to do my best to keep her from being a Mary-Sue. Any questions or comments, positive or negative, are encouraged because I only have a vague idea of what I'm doing.
The school bell rang, its echo resounding throughout the entire building. Blowing his dark bangs away from his face with a sudden puff of air, Sukunami Kanaye leaned back in his seat in relief. The intense lecture given by their English teacher was finally over and he could let his lunch wash away all the worries he had about failing his next test. Only… He searched his desk and was dismayed to find that he had apparently forgotten it at home. "Man. And it was my favorite, too," he grumbled to himself. He frowned, but decided to make the most of mooching.
Glancing around, he discovered that only three other people had decided not to take advantage of the sunny day. Arai Sorano sat in the back of the room, apparently moping because none of her friends were currently at school. Three rows in front and two to the left sat Kinjo Michi, who seemed busy reapplying her make-up and skimming through fashion magazines. Lastly, there was Watanabe Kameko, who happened to sit a mere one seat away from the starving male. He carefully eyed her bento before speaking up. "Hey, Watanabe-san."
The girl in question jerked her head up from her book in surprise, her brown eyes watching him in confusion. "Sukunami-san?"
Kanaye took on a sheepish expression as his stomach growled in response. The loud noise caused all of the room's occupants to stare at him. "I forgot my lunch," he explained lamely, "Could we share?"
Kameko continued staring at him for a few more seconds before she pushed the bento closer to him. "Of course."
He inwardly cheered before retrieving his spare set of chopsticks from his briefcase. If there was anything his mother had taught him, it was that you should always be prepared in case of emergencies. He was just about to claim a clump of rice when the classroom door slammed open.
"Sukunami Kanaye!" The boy looked up at the speaker, an older girl with Caucasian features. She marched toward him and dropped a bento haphazardly on his desk. "How many times do I have to remind you to bring your lunch? Next time it's staying at home with Miaka-san."
His sister emerged from behind her friend, munching on a piece of melon bread. "Hey Abigail," she suggested as she took a break from her eating, "Why don't we eat here with Kanaye?"
Abigail was too busy glaring at the young man to respond and Hikari took that as a yes, depositing two additional bento on the surrounding desks.
"Abigail-neechan?" The boy ventured.
Her glare only intensified. "We're at the other end of campus, remember? Do you know how long it takes us to get here?"
"Give it a rest and sit down," Hikari ordered her friend, "You have to give the freshmen a break every now and then."
The green-eyed girl finally stopped glaring at the boy and sat down to eat her lunch.
Kanaye merely sighed in relief and turned to his own food, finding that Kameko had reclaimed her bento and was doing her best to eat while reading her book. "What are you reading?" he questioned through a mouthful of vegetables.
Kameko responded without looking away from her current page. "A book on mythology."
"That's boring," a snobby voice proclaimed. Michi had apparently come over to where the most people were. "Why waste your time reading something like that?"
Kameko gave a small frown. "Its interesting."
Michi snorted in disagreement and was about to respond when someone else spoke.
"I have something more interesting." Sorano had perched herself on a nearby desk and was holding a cloth-wrapped package in her lap.
Michi rolled her eyes. "What? 'How to be a Juvenile Delinquent for Dummies?'"
Sorano smirked. "Better. It's a rare book from the library's back room. Kobayashi-san got it for me." With that introduction, she removed the cloth covering the book. A faded cover stared back at them.
"The Universe of the Four Gods by Einosuke Okuda," Hikari read aloud from the cover.
"That's a strange title," Abigail said, moving closer to the novel.
"Oh please," Michi grabbed the book out of Sorano's hands. "This is probably just as boring." She flipped the book open to the first page and started reading aloud. "'Four hundred years have passed since the completion of the last cycle and all the warriors have been reborn. The four countries are once again in peril and so four new priestesses have been chosen. This is the story of those chosen from another world by the four gods and their journey to gather together the seven warriors of each. When this goal has been achieved, each priestess will be granted three wishes. But beware. For when this page is turned, the spell is invoked and the story becomes reality.'" She snorted. "How corny is this?" Intending to read on, she turned the page. Suddenly, a bright light emanated from the pages and the book clattered to the floor.
Hikari and Kanaye, the only two left in the room, turned to each other with the same question on their minds. "What the hell?"
Once again, tell me if you have anything to say. I seriously need all the help I can get with this.