Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I don't own Fushigi Yugi (even though I wished I did.) Yu Watase owns it.

Me: I redid this chapter 'cause I guess all you guys who have read it before would agree that it was pretty bad.

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'When the country is on the brink of destruction, a girl from another world will acquire the power of Suzaku and…..'

"Whatever..," said 17 year old Sakura. She was born in Wisconsin, but her parents had immigrated from China before she was born. Her dark brown hair was pulled into 2 pigtails that reached to about shoulder length, and her eyes were of a similar color. As a high school student, she was at the top of her class.

'None of the heroines I've read about were like that. Do you have to be… in some kind of trouble… to get a fantasy life? I guess gods only give another chance to people who aren't happy…guess I'll never get that kind of adventure,' she thought.

Shy and soft-spoken as she was, not even her family saw the side locked inside of her, hidden away from all. Sometimes, she questioned if she actually knew herself.

She closed the book and put it back on her bookshelf. Even if I don't know myself… Kisa would know, like she always does.

Kisa. Of course. Born a year younger than her, their parents were the best of friends in China, and now that they were here, they frequently got to see each other. She was an only child but always knew how to make someone feel better, how to make them feel special in some way, especially Sakura.

Sure, Kisa was very energetic, the opposite of the enclosed Sakura, but the two fit together like ying and yang, making up for the parts the other person lacked.

It was thanks to Kisa that Sakura had started on the manga Fushigi Yuugi. It started out as a regular outing to the library, searching for any book available when Kisa introduced her to this manga. The cover looked okay, so Sakura had taken a look inside and borrowed it for a day. Soon, she was hooked on it, like all she ever did was read, sleep, and breathe the manga.

The characters were so alive, as if part of her. Nobody else seemed to understand, except for Kisa. The two shared an extraordinary bond to the characters, feeling the sorrow they did, or the happiness at parts that each character felt, all of them special in their own way, even the shichi seishi of Seiryuu.

Of course, though, they had disagreements about their favorite characters.

Hot-headed and quick to speak, like Kisa, Tasuki of obviously her favorite character. Kisa had dreamed of many meetings with the bandit, always daydreaming about him one way or another.

The complete opposite, Sakura's favorite character was the calm and collected monk, Chichiri-san. Yeah, with the suffix –san. She always respected the characters, real or not, since she believed that they were real somewhere, in a parallel dimension, but she really believed. Many of her friends and even her family thought she was crazy for that, but Kisa stuck by her side, often defending her friend from any rude comments from anyone, since it was like Sakura to never talk back.

Kisa wasn't afraid to right or wrong someone, but Sakura liked it better if she stayed out of it.

It was that special essence about Kisa, though, that brought out the energetic part of anyone, even Sakura. Yep. Sakura could be as hyper and energetic if she wanted to, but that was only a side of her that Kisa saw.

Then it reminded her of something: a poster, not any poster, the poster. Kisa had sent her one for her 17th birthday last year. She treasured it. It was kept beneath her bed, but she rarely opened it, afraid to damage it in a way, though it wasn't likely, as Sakura was always careful.

She hadn't opened it in a long time, so she decided to take a look.

She pulled the drawer out under her bed, unscrewed the top of the little container that the poster was protected in, and rolled it out.

There it was: all the Suzaku shichi seishi and their Priestess, the poster as tall as herself, on the carpet of her room, some looking into the distance while others stared straight at her, enfolded in the bright stars.

The stars that were in both Miaka and their worlds, and if she looked hard enough, sometimes she thought that they were in hers, too. If she believed there were, there could be. After all, that was what life was for, wasn't it? Imagining, believing that things that might not ever come true except for the imagination of Yuu Watase and other role models, might come true?

That one sliver of hope was all she needed to go on believing, even if there was only one other person that shared her compassion.

But then again, this was all she needed to start her own, yet to be written, adventure story.

After staring at the poster for what seemed like hours, she fell asleep next to it. The poster then started to glow a bright red color, enveloping her in a red light. In a matter of seconds, the light died down. Nothing in her room had changed, but the girl that owned the room was gone. Still in her sleep, the world that Sakura had once lived in had disappeared around her, and her life was about to change for better or for worse.

Yes. The start of her own story, the duty she was destined to accomplish, was already set in motion, with nothing but destiny to define it.

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Me: So, she's finally going to the other world….that took a long time…lol. Anyways, please read on to the next chappy! There'll be more action and more interesting things happening… SO PLEASE READ, REVIEW, AND READ THE NEXT CHAPPY! THANKS A BUNCH!

Feel free to tell me if anything should be changed, but please don't put me down in flames. See ya'll in the next chapter (hopefully!) This chapter is short, so if I continue, I'll make it longer. Until next time.

ChirikoFan