A Funny Little Thing Called Love

i do not own any of the 'Fushigi Yuugi' characters.

Chapter 1: Save Me!

Speakers soared above the sweaty crowd, who willingly pressed their
soaked bodies against one another, the music's spellbinding rhythms
was the cause of chaos to break lose from the listeners below. Bewitching
girls hopped up on random tables placed on the dance floor, where they
stood in silhouette heels, moving provocatively to what the Dj was spinning.
Lights streamed over head of the crowd, giving the affect of smog drifting
aloft their dancing bodies. The most intoxicated characters swatted at the
flashes of light, desperately trying to catch the fairy tormenting them. Small
groups of dear friends found themselves attracted to the bar, where a
conversation could be at least somewhat heard between two people. The
usual low life drunks sat around with 5 o'clock shadow, hunched over like
always, begging the young bar tender to give them all a free round.

"Come on hiccup Yori, I knowya mom and dad. hiccup Don't I get some
rights," he challenged, throwing his fist down in aggravation to the girl's silence.
She turned her back on him and assisted a customer that had been waiting patiently.
With fast hands from intense practice the seventeen year old threw down a glass,
grabbed two bottles of hard alcohol from above her head, poured the liquor
briskly with a trickling sound, placed a tin cap on the glass and shook aggressively.
Her green eyes looked up from her work, and she smirked at the young man
leaning on the bar, waiting for his shots. His hazel eyes stared back with a
daring gaze, which Yori held onto. While keeping her eyes locked on his, she
easily emptied out two shots for the client, without a drop hitting the hardwood
bar top.

"Well, well, quite a show," he commented to her, hands gripping the two shots,
"Uh huh, why don't you unbutton that little uniform of yours, I beat you're
pretty hot." The small attraction Yori had to this guy left as fast as it had come;
he was nothing but another sleaze just wanting a one night stand. The once
locked gaze between the two broke as the teen noted his eyes wandering down,
way down. It wasn't like her uniform was sexy, the only problem was the fabric
hugged every curve on her slender frame which always started a problem with
men under the influence.

"You seemed so nice too," she said, reaching down into the cold ice bucket
underneath the bar, sinking her hand into the chips of stinging ice. With a ball of
ice secure in her palm, she chucked it right at the perverts head walking away.
Instantly, he responded to the mind-blowing attack from behind, unrestrained
screaming first and then glass shattering on the tile floors. His hands massaged the
back of his head, trying to quiet down the sharp throbbing. After realizing what
had happened anger rushed through his blood, he turned to find the culprit who
had inflicted so much hurt. It was simple to find the one guilty of the crime.
Triumphantly Yori stood, arms folded in front of her chest and eyebrow raised,
asking if the gentleman wanted more. A look of outrage flashed in the eyes of
the man, his fingers curled in and out, warming up to knock the lights out of that
whore. The boastful attitude of Yori vanished from her twinkling eyes as she saw
the rage rising to extreme limits in her victim.

Uh oh, she thought. Her mind was racing by this point, she had never received such
a reaction before from a harasser. The atmosphere grew still with only the oblivious
dancers and music to fill in for the quiet groups around her. Every observer moved
out of the way to create a path towards the bar for Yori's attacker, he was like a
time bomb ready to explode at any moment, and the prey is desperately trying to get
rid of it before any blood shed. Yori's hand grasped the cream colored emergency
phone on the wall prepared to call up as many bouncers as possible to save her
from death, but a hand gripped her shoulder, taking the phone and putting it back on
the receiver.

Yori swerved around with eyes shut tight," I'm sorry, really I am. Just DON'T TALK
TO ME LIKE THAT," she screamed, throwing her hands up the air. Her aggressor
clasped onto her wrists, shaking her back and forth.

"Hey, whatcha gonna smack me across the face fer? Damnit, this is what I get for saving
your scrawny ass." Slowly, she opened one eye and then the other, only to find herself
stared down by a guy with flaming red hair. He let go of her wrist, wriggling to break
free from his firm grasp. She looked over the guy's shoulder, watching a disappointed
opponent slip back into the crowd, his duties would have to be done some other time
when she was alone. A sigh of relief escaped her throat as all threats towards her
disappeared, leaving her to only praise the defender.

"Absolutely fascinating," she said while circling him like a vulture, "How did you get
such a vibrant color? Who's your hair dresser?" Yori tip toed to run her fingers through
his soft locks of hair, they were so ideal. She might have been preoccupied with the
chap's hair, but a glint of gold flickered in the corner of her eye. The bar tender recognized
it as the employee name tag, the plate read 'Bouncer' and below that was the name 'Tasuki'.

"Hey, hey," Tasuki shouted, jumping back from his new admirer," what are you, some
kind of sicko?" Yori backed away, hurt by the comment from her savior. Timidly, she
first looked up at Tasuki and then out into the steamy crowd, searching for the guy
wanting her neck. He was no where to be seen. Tasuki joined her as they lean against
the now empty bar. Everyone had cleared out when they came to the realization that
trouble was afoot. Glasses were left half empty, while others were left without a drop
of liquor to residue in the cup. Yori started to wipe down the bar, picking up the mugs
randomly sprawled across the lengthy counter along with the decent number of tips left
under them.

"Well," Tasuki started, reaching over his head and scratching the back of it," it looks
like I was assigned to watch out fer ya. Your dad wanted to make sure there wasn't
anymore trouble."

Yori glanced up from what she had been attending to, only giving her new protector a
look of disdain. Why did her father always have to single her out from everyone else,
making the public and fellow employees think she was some spoiled brat. As she gazed
at the fresh guardian that had been sent, her eyes fixated on how tone he was, and it
wasn't a gross tone either, more of a fighter kind of build. Tasuki was still scratching
his head in embarrassment with his shirt sleeve sliding down his arm. Yori was about to
turn back to work when a glimmering light on her companions arm grabbed all interest.
With eyes narrowed in on the new discovery, she noticed it wasn't a tattoo but what
was it then? She turned from the bouncer, trying to avoid any confrontation from her
rude staring. Out of habit, she rubbed the back of her neck trying to get rid of the frustration
building up inside and in the process felt an awkward kind of heat radiating off her skin.
Yori lifted up the neatly curled hair that fell down her back to reveal a symbol gleaming
with so much energy that it caught the attention of Tasuki. After sometime she set her hair back
down, but it was too late, he had already seen it.

Within seconds the young man was by her side, snatching hold of her wrists, forcing
their eyes to meet. Yori stared up at him in a daze, having no idea what was going on.
Tasuki loosened his grips, letting her left hand fall to her side while he gradually slipped
his rough hand behind her neck and felt the mark that he had seen just moments before.

"Where didja get this?" He asked with a threatening tone that would not allow any lies
from the girl. Her body felt overwhelmed by the symbol she had just seen on his right arm
now right next to her face, staring her down along with Tasuki.

It's only been twenty minutes since he's walked into my life, and already I know
that there is no way he's ever going to walk out. That was the last thought before
her surroundings went blurry, everything was colliding together, and then finally there
was nothing but black.

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Note:

Haha uh yea, interesting story right? Just some things if you don't understand.

Yori works in a club in Tokyo, Japan and well, her parents own the club so she's got a pretty sweet job.

Yea, she was just so overwhelmed from Tasuki that she just blackout, I mean he is quite an intimidating guy, how could you not?

Next chapter everything will be explained about what is happening with her having a symbol too.

This takes part way after the series is over and somehow everyone can get into Miaka's time whenever they want.

There will be visits from our o-so-favorite senshi within time. i love suzaku celestial warriors!

more asap.