(Author's Note: Here's chapter two, guys! You might have noticed that I changed the Priestess's name from Tsuki to Sayuri. I just thought she needed a different name. Anyways, hope you guys like this chapter. if you do, why not give it a review?)

(Disclaimer: I do not own Fushigi Yuugi.)

Fushigi Yuugi: The Tiger's Maiden

Chapter Two: Welcome to Sairou

It was the middle of the night, and the moon was full and large, lighting up the desert that Sayuri had been transported to. She was in a barren land, with nothing on the horizon.

It was cold, she realized with a sudden shiver. Weren't deserts supposed to be hot? She though, pulling her jacket closed as she stood from her seated position.

She wasn't in the Hoshi compound, obviously, and this sure as hell wasn't Tokyo. or even Japan. One minute she was in the library, breaking things, and then next she was here, where ever here was.

"Where am I?" She wondered aloud, turning in a slow circle as she tried to get her barrings.

She couldn't stay out here, she decided with another shiver, not if she wanted to make it through the night.

'Well, I guess I'll go this way. Wish I had my bike."

Hours later and all that she had accomplished was an unknown distance walked, and a pair of sore feet. If she had been any other girl, she would have cried her eyes out and had given up. She was a Hoshi, though, and was made of stronger stuff then most high school girls her age. She'd come out of this on top, somehow or another.

Sayuri could feel her temper rising with the sun. "There has got to be a town or something around here. I can't keep walking like this," she growled out as she stopped to catch her breath. She had to have walked miles in the desert without seeing another human. She had seen a few small animals, like hares, but no other people.

There was one now, as a matter of fact, she realized as a wiry, brown hare entered her line of vision. It stood on its hind legs, nose twitching as it scented the air. It froze, eyes wide as it looked behind her, before darting off.

'Something must have scared it," Sayuri noted to herself with a small shrug. 'I wonder what it was."

She wouldn't have to wonder for long, as the sound of pounding hooves filled the air behind her.

Sayuri slowly turned, her long black braid moving with her as she did so. Her violet eyes widened and a half disgusted, half defeated look crossed her face. "Shit."

The girl spun around, eyes wide with fear, as she darted off, running toward nothing as she tried to escape the horses that were racing after her. She couldn't let them catch her, she knew that deep down. If they caught her, she was going to be hurt in some way. She needed to get away, and now.

"Help!" she yelled out, powerful lungs projecting the request as her legs worked double time to stay a head of the pair of horses behind her.

"It's no use girly! We're going to catch you!" One of the riders called out with a malicious laugh that caused Sayuri's heart rate to increase even more.

They were going to catch her at this rate!

She ran past an out cropping of rock, hoping to hide behind it and lose the riders, when a hand reached out and jerked her into the shadows, a hand clamping down on her mouth, silencing her scream.

"Shut up! Do you want them to find us?" A voice spoke, harsh and low.

It was a young man, about her age, Sayuri realized as he moved into her line of few. He was tall, much taller then she was, and had a mane of dark green hair that had been pulled back into a pony tail. His eyes, which were narrowed, were a bright shade of silver. he was dressed in a tunic that matched the color of his eyes, and a pair of black pants. A black kanji for three stars seemed to be tattooed on his right cheekbone.

"You're going to get us killed if you make any noise, do you understand?" he hissed out quietly, pulling her close to his body.

The heiress nodded, the hand still over her mouth. She willingly let him pull her back into a crevice in the rock, hiding as the horses pounded past them.

"Where did the bitch go?"

"She must have circled around the rock! We can catch her if we hurry!"

The hidden pair were silent as the sound of hoof beats faded away.

For once, the yakuza heiress was well shaken. If those two had caught her, who knows what they would have done to her.

She jumped as she felt a hot breath on her ear. "I'm going to let you go, alright? Whatever you do, just don't scream," the man ordered, waiting for a nod before he released her.

Sayuri took a quick step back, pulling in a deep breath as she looked over the young man before her. 'Who are you? What's your name and where the hell am I?" she demanded hotly.

"Well, you ain't from around here, that's for sure," the green haired boy commented as he circled around her, taking in her odd clothes. "With clothes that tight, no wonder those fools were after you. As for where you are, you're in Sairou, though you're a way from the capital. And I'm Karasuki." he offered, offhandedly. "Where are you from?"

"So we aren't in Japan then, are we?" she asked, violet eyes closing as dread set in.

'You aren't from around here are you?" Karasuki asked with a smirk, as he watched the black haired girl sigh heavily. "I should take you to the capital. My sister should know what to do with you." The young man turned, exiting the crevice. he paused, 'Well? Are you coming or not?"

Sayuri growled under her breath. Who did this punk think he was? He had better get over himself, and soon, or he was going to see just what she had learned during her years of lessons. "Yeah, I'm coming alright," she said, darkly, as she followed after the rude young man who had saved her life.