Untitled: Sailor Moon/Fushigi Yuugi Crossover
Chapter Three

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The Hino Shrine

"Earth, Wind, Fire...:" Rei chanted before the scared fire. In her lap, laid the red phoenix feather. ~Give us a sign...Show us, Usagi-chan...onegai...~ Closing her eyes, she begun to move her hands over the flames careful not to burn her hands. The feather, slowly began to pulsate, with a red light, while the fire grew, until the flames proceeded to engulf the room, careful not to burn the young miko.

Outside the fire room, Ami, sighed in frustration. Two hours of analyzing, for nothing. Her mercury computer never felt so useless, never had she ever urge to hurl it across the room as she did now. She, glumly stared at the blue dragon scale in the palm of her hand. ~Some clue~ Ami thought sourly, ~Everyone knows that dragons are not real, they just silly...myths!~ "Oh my!" the genius exclaimed scrambling to her feet. Mythology. That possibility hadn't crossed her mind, and at the moment it was a lead as good as any other. Discarding the mercury computer for a computer with high speed Internet connection, she hurried to the next room. Her mercury computer was great for battle analyzation, getting the cold hard facts and a killer game of Tetris. On the other hand, it was completely useless when dealing with something as iffy as mythology.

Behind her, Ami heard two pair of feet, trying to catch up. ~Minako, must of gotten dentition for oversleeping this morning, like Makoto~ Ami mused, as she turned around. The girls had stayed up late, trying to figure out the clues "Ami-chan!!" Makoto called, disbelief written on her face.

"Is something wrong, Mako-chan?" Ami questioned, eager to start on her lead, but curious to what her friends could have possible found.

"Iie. But..."Makoto, looked down at the book she was clutching.

"We think we found something," Minako, finished, wringing her hands. "Though we could be wrong..."

"Anything is better than nothing, minna-chan." Ami held out her hand. Makoto hand her the history book.

"Page 231."

The genius, nodded and turn to the page. She scanned the page with shocked blue eyes. How was this possible? Ami had the same text as Makoto, and she never came across the photo that stare up at her from the page, before...But who was she, to disregard such an obvious clue. "Ancient China..." she gently touched the picture, "We better tell, Rei-chan."

Rei, wearily opened her eyes, at the sound of soft footfalls, entering the room. Ami knelt beside her, saying nothing, as she placed the textbook in front of her. Confused, Rei, looked down at the open book.

The photo was a Chinese tapestry of a lovely young girl. The girl sat on a throne far to large for her small frame. She was decked out in elegant robes and finery, befitting of her station. Her golden hair was beautifully pulled up, with the exception of a few braids, curling over her shoulder.

"...The Childlike Empress..." Rei, read, shakily. "Usagi-chan..."

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Konan Palace

As, Rei-chan would say: "This could only happen to you, Odango Atama"

At the moment, Usagi, was willing to agree. How else, could she explain to herself, that she was in Ancient China, surround by complete, yet friendly strangers, and was going to meet her betroth, who was an emperor, for the first time in a matter of hours. Here she thought, explaining why Luna, could talk, would be hard, if she was ever confronted with that problem. Just how did she get herself, into this mess? All she had want was an explanation from Mamoru, not a free trip to China! ~This is all Mamo-chan's fault! when I find a way home, I'm going to get Minako-chan, to help me dye his pretty blonde head neon pink!~ Usagi, frowned. Something wasn't right in the way she remembered Mamoru, but she couldn't figure out what.

"Usagi-hime," Michiru, questioned, "would you like to wear, the silver kimono or the pale pink kimono?" The aqua-haired young woman held out, the two silk kimonos

"You, pick Hotoru-chan," Usagi replied turning to the little girl, who peacefully sat on the bed. Usagi, couldn't explain it, but she felt a certain fondness of the child, even though she only knew the child for the last few days...Hotoru was so sweet, if a bit quiet. Usagi, liked making her smile. ~Chibi-Usa, would be a perfect friend for Hotoru-chan...~
"The pink one, so we could entwine some sakura in your hair," Hotoru, murmured.

"Excellent idea Hotoru-chan!" Usagi exclaimed, happily, darting out of the room, "I'll go and get some!" Usagi, might not have like, where she was or what was about to happen, but the clothes were to die for, in her opinion. ~I need to find a way out of this...I just need some time alone...~

In the bedchambers, Hotoru, looked at the spot where her princess had been. "Michiru-mama...?"
"Hmm?" Michiru, was having a blast. Elegant surroundings, an experience of a lifetime, and getting to play dress up with her princess. ~To bad, Setsuna, wouldn't let me bring my make-up collection...~

"Usagi's forgetting about Chiba-san." Hotoru commented. Michiru, looked up from the collection sashes, sighing.

"I've noticed," Michiru, agreed holding up a mauve colored sash, against the kimono, "Yesterday, she described Mamoru-san as a redheaded loud-mouth in big baggy pants. This morning, she described him as Motoki-san. Setsuna, thought it was for the best, that our princess, slowly forget her life in Juuban"

"Do you think Usagi will forget about the inners and Chibi-Usa-chan?"

"I don't know...I hope not, they are afterall her friends" Michiru replied. "As for Chibi-Usa, she'll never know what Chibi-Usa was meant to be to her." Hotoru, smiled sadly, satisfied with the answer.

"Michiru-mama?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you know, Haruka-papa, is racing the stable boys for your hand?"

"SHE'S WHAT?!"

"She said that, she needed something to do, while you got to play dress up, and she didn't think that you'd liked her betting the gold pieces, Setsuna-mama left with us"

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Usagi decided two things:

One: The Konan Palace was a maze, and next time she was going to request a map.

Two: She had a really bad sense of direction. Usagi, was pretty sure that she seen the same fountain, at least eight times.

~Everything is against me!~ Usagi, pouted as she slumped against the wall. ~I don't want to be here! I want my old life back!~ Briefly she closed her eyes, and thought back to everything that had happen to her, the last few days. Now, she could add to the list, getting lost in a palace that probably wasn't even standing in the twentieth century. ~Thats such a shame...its so pretty~ Usagi thought as she crossed a bridge again. The moon princess stopped to look at the little brook flowing gently beneath her. Her life had been peaceful as the brook below her, before she ran over Luna, albeit filled only with daily dashes to school, failing grades in every subject expect one, and contentedly falling asleep in Haruna-sensei's class, but she had been a happy girl. Now, it seem like the impossible enjoyed making itself reality in her life. Really who else, could claim to be spirited off to China, by their boyfriends, who was the Prince of Earth?! "Is a simple life really to much to ask for?"

"For some it is."

"Ne?" Usagi whirled, around. ~Kami-sama, bishonen...~ The simple thought ran repeatedly through Usagi's head as she stared shamelessly at the young man before her. Golden eyes looked at her warmly under a fringe of dark silver bangs. A slight smile graced the perfectly craved face, and Usagi, was helpless to do anything, but to let her jaw dropped. He was easily the most beautiful man she'd ever laid eyes on. "G-gomen, I didn't know someone was here,"

"Are you lost?" He had an elegant, soothing voice, that would drive the girls (possibly a few guys) wild back home. Usagi, blushed as she realized that she spent the last minute gawking like a moron. It was one thing gawking like a moron with Minako and Makoto, from afar, it was a completely different thing, when the person you were gawking at, was barely three feet away.

Embarrassed, Usagi looked down at her slippered feet. "A little bit," she mumbled. "I was looking for some cherry blossoms and well...I've crossed this bridge at least five times!" Her voice had risen with indignation.

Hotohori, smiled at the young girl, before him. ~She must be part of the princess' party, that arrived this morning~ She was a lot smaller, than he imagined when she caught his eye, pasting the council chambers for what had to be one of the five times, she was complaining about. Her odd color of hair had captured his attention. Pale gold. Stunning pale gold...never had he such a hair color. Blues, violets, greens, browns, and reds were common hair colors in Konan, but none seemed to compare to hers, at the moment. She was lovely in a childlike way with expressive sapphire eyes, a doll like face, and prettily dressed in lavender. "If you'd liked, " Hotohori began, "may I be allowed to escort you back to your quarters? I, afterall do know my way around."

Usagi, smiled gratefully, forgetting her flowers. "Arigato!"

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Near Mt Reikaku

"Knock, knock? Who's there? Kouji, from the Mt. Reikaku Bandits. Rumor has it you're lookin' fer some men to do a job fer ya. Ah! yes, come in, come in. Thank you."

Setsuna, stared at the handsome young man that stepped into the room. Of, all the things she had been expecting of the bandit, answering for themselves in a two-sided conversion, wasn't one of them. ~I should have paid a bit of more attention to this time line....~ She thought to herself, as she motioned for Kouji to sit down. "Tea?" Setsuna, offered as she poured herself a cup

"No, thanks."

"Then I take it, you would like to get right down to business," Setsuna, smiled darkly, as she placed a sack of gold pieces on the tables. "In three days time, early morning a young lady will be riding past the past of Mt. Reikaku. Kidnapped her."

"Sorry, lady," Kouji, replied, leaning back on the chair's hind legs, "We're bandits, not kidnappers. Plus we don't hurt women." Setsuna, continued as though, he hadn't spoken.

"She is to be hidden with the secret lair known, only known to your friend, Genrou and yourself. You all will treat her like a lady of quality and nothing else. If I find out, that your so-called boss, Eiken, lays one hand on her...Lets just say, that things will not be pleasant. Later on, her identity will reveal and you will know to who to release her safety to." Setsuna, sipped her tea, calmly as the blue haired bandit land with a thud on the floor. Kouji, just stared at her, his eyes peering over the table, slight shock written in his amber gaze. Setsuna, ignoring the bandit, placed another larger sack on the table. "This is, for the young lady, for when she leaves...your care." Standing up, Setsuna, made her way to the door. "Also, I prefer that only a select few help you in this matter " Without waiting for Kouji's reply she left.

Kouji, shrugged as he peered out of the room, into the long hallway. No sign of her. "What a strange lady..." he mumbled, re-entering the room.

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Konan Palace

Hotohori, wondered if his flowers were received.

As the messenger, who turned out to be the royal advisor to the Empress of Nekonlong, gave a short speech before the arrival of the princess, Hotohori was lost in his thoughts. The young girl at the bridge, from the moment he saw her, had become a permanent part of his thoughts. He couldn't explain the sudden attraction, to the childlike nymph. At first, he would have pinned the attraction, as one as pure appreciation of beauty she held... it was a well known fact that the Emperor of Konan, appreciate beauty, especially his own. But during the short trek back to her chambers, Hotohori was charmed, by the simplistic joy, she seemed to radiate in his presence. So, enchanted, he impulsively ordered, for a bouquet of the loveliest flowers from the gardens to be sent to her. If he had meet the young girl before Miaka, Hotohori, was sure that, she would won his love, and he, hers. At the thought of Miaka, Hotohori, frowned ever so slightly, unaware of the marble doors opening, and a small figure entering, ~How easily I was swayed, from the love, I hold for Miaka...~

"Your majesty, " Akito announced, "Her highness. The Princess of Nekonlong, Usagi-sama."

"Usagi-sama, I welcome you..."Hotohori's voice trailed as he recognized the princess, as the girl from the bridge. Disbelief was also etched of her face. He vaguely noted that the blossoms, he sent were beautifully arranged in her hair. "You are the princess?" She looked every inch, the princess, she was supposed be.

"You're the Emperor?!" Usagi exclaimed, "B-but you're young!!! You're handsome!!! Emperors are supposed to be old!!! You're suppose to look old! Like him!" Hotohori, glanced that the direction, where, Usagi was pointing. Akito, didn't look very pleased at the statement.

"I, thank you for the truth about my beauty, but..."

Usagi, blinked. Then a grin cross her face, as if she figured out something. "Now I understand...what kind of anti-aging creme do you use? Because you look great! So are you like thirty something?"

"Anti-aging creme?" Hotohori repeated, puzzled. Why would he, of all people, need such a thing? Hotohori, was positive he would age, gracefully.

From, her spot, Setsuna, sighed. ~I should have seen this coming.~