She was obviously not from his world, so he figured she was from Miaka's world... but must be from a VERY different culture. She was dressed in a skin-tight, silver leather top, which covered only one shoulder, arm, and even gloved her hand. Everything else she wore was black: black leather pants, black leather boots, and a black leather jacket, unworn and hanging on her shoulders. Her bare arm showed she trained physically. She had shimmering brown hair cut to stop just below her chin, bangless and parted to the right side. Accessories included blood red lipstick and sunglasses hiding her eyes.

She took one look at him and lowered her sunglasses, revealing very wide, surprised, and upset... but also amused... hazel eyes. Her red lips parted to speak.

"Aw, shit. I knew something like this would happen. Sorry about this, Tasuki."

He blinked. "Charma..." **shit, I can't say anything but sounds in some weird word, for some reason!**

"Go ahead and talk. I can understand you, trust me."

Tasuki figured anything was possible, since he was a lizard and a girl just materialized in front of him. He spoke, knowing what he was saying, but unable to say it without it coming out in three syllables. The first words he spoke were supposed to be,

"How do you know my name?"

She nodded, taking the words in. But nothing prepared him for what she would say next, or the slightly evil tone she said it in:

"I'm an author, Tasuki."

He shuddered, fear and awe holding siege his mind. But this was overcome by a sudden fury.

"YOU!!" he hollered, ignoring the fact that it came out 'DAR.' "YOU did this to me, you bitch!!"

She sighed. "I know. I'm sorry, Tasuki, my mind wandered while I was doing homework... I realized what was going on and came here as soon as I could. I had intended to stop Professor Oak, but I was too late. You've become a Charmander."

Suddenly, her entire mood changed. She clasped her hands together and spoke like she was fawning over a cute puppy. "Actually, it's kind of fitting. Look, you even have a tuft of your hair on your head! It leaves a personal touch. You're a lot cuter than other Charmander..."

Tasuki was almost hyperventilating. "What the HELL IS this?!? Why are YOU here?! What the HELL is a Charmander?!?" he hollered. "What kind of sick crossover IS this?!?"

The author grew serious again. "It's Fushigi Yuugi... with Pokemon," she said, and shuddered at the word.

He blinked. "Pokemon?"

She nodded. "The most popular anime in the US right now. My little sister is unfortunately a Pokemaniac, affecting me. The other night I thought, 'If Tasuki was a Pokemon, what would he be?' while doing my homework. I laughed and started matching the other seishi with other pokemon, and..." she looked him up and down. "This happened. You are now the first stage of the most powerful fire/flying type Pokemon there is. Sorry about this."

"Chaaaaaaahhh?!?!" Sorry? Would he be stuck like this forever?!

"But..." he stuttered. "You can change me back, can't you? You're an author! You've got all sorts of powers. Why can't you fix me?!"

Her eyes widened in realization, and she put her hand on her chin. "I suppose I could now, couldn't I..."

Tasuki smiled. Yes! She would fix him! This must be one of those rare nice authors that he had heard of! Damn, was he lucky!

...But she suddenly smiled. This frightened him; it was a half-smile, her blood red lips twisted up to the right, irradiating the mischief brewing in her mind.

"Chaaa..." he managed in worry.

"I can't," she said simply.

"...WHAT?! Why not?? You have the power! Yes you can, dammit!!"

"... I know, but..." she looked at him, and then suddenly grinned, chibified. "You're just too cute!!"

He fell hard on the ground.

"N... NANI?!?"

She smiled, and bent down on her haunches to meet his eye level. "I'm sorry, Tasuki, but the reason I can't is because I've been inspired upon seeing you like this. Plus, what would happen to my reputation if I just stopped here? Lots of people out there would be disappointed."

"But... But... But..."

"Besides..." She stood up, her eyes glittering. "We've only seen you. What else has this mind of mine thought up? I wonder what the others are!"

He frowned. "But... you're the author. Shouldn't you know?"

She sweatdropped. "Usually I would, but... this one is weird. This time, my mischievous side worked completely on its own, created this fic's foundations, and then came back to the rest of me, which it had abandoned during math. It rebonded and I found out what I had done."

She sighed. "I was disgusted with myself, for tainting the Fushigi Yuugi reality with the likes of Pokemon, so I came here to try and stop it."

Tasuki frowned even more. It made no sense, then! He had to talk her out of this! "Then why don't you get rid of the Pokemon crap now?! Eh? You just said you hated Pokemon! Come on!"

She looked up again and smiled. "Oh, yes, but not the manga. The manga's amusing enough. And the game isn't that bad, either. It's the anime and the overall obsession that I hate.

**...I don't get her at all,** Tasuki thought.

She kept talking. "I gotta see more of this!! I can't wait!! Ooh, what is everyone? Imagine the possibilities. What did I settle on, I wonder? What pattern of thinking did I use in choosing... Tasuki's a fire-type, so maybe the others match that logic..."

Tasuki was speechless. He just stared at her... this author talking to herself more than he. He didn't know what to think. Was she completely insane?

"C... Come on, you're not serious, are you? W... why can't you make everyone play truth or dare, or turn yourself into the next priestess, or... or... or make me gay or something! Dammit, at least I'm USED to authors doing that!!" he hollered, upset. ANYTHING was better than this, even yaoi...

She smiled evilly down on him. "Oh, I already have, Gen-chan! Don't worry, lots of those to go around! Sorry, but in this fic, you're straight as an arrow!"

He groaned. There was no talking her out of it. There never was when it came to authors. There may be a few out there who actually helped characters, or make their lives better... but most of them were just plain crazy. He was dealing with one of those.

She seemed to sense his withdraw, as well as his misery, and got down on her haunches to be eye level with him. She smiled, her forest eyes offering apology, and he scowled back, furious. How she reacted to that, he couldn't read... she seemed genuinely hurt at his hatred, as her face fell. He didn't give a damn, though... how dare she screw with his life like this! Turning him into this... this Charmander or whatever it was!!

"Tell you what, Tasuki: I'll make a deal with you."

He blinked. Eh?

"Let me have my fun. I want to see what everyone has become, and I want to play around a little to see what can happen. When it's all over, I'll think of a way to change you back, and then wipe your memory clean. You won't remember a thing. Can you live with that?"

An author was asking consent of the character? What kind of author WAS she, anyway? Nice? Cruel? COMPLETELY crazy? She'd been nothing but fickle since he first saw her.

A question had been asked. He saw no reason to answer it.

"Bitch," he said. "You don't have to ask me. You can do whatever you want, can't you?"

"Yes, of course I can," she said plainly. "I just don't want you to worry about being stuck like this. I don't want you to hate me; I love you guys!" she said, chibi, squeezing him in a hug. Tasuki was already shocked that an author was talking to him at all; to be touched by one, HUGGED by one, was just plain weird. For some reason he hadn't expected her to be flesh and blood. She kept on going.

"So don't worry! It'll be all right. Just deal with it for now. Besides," she smirked. "There's no way I'm leaving without finding out what my evil mind has done to Nakago."