Uh, yeah. I don't own FY.

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Bandit

Ryuuka fell painfully on her rear. She started grumbling to herself and looked at her surroundings. She was definitely no longer in the library, and she was obviously not in America, either. The trees around her were definitely too tall, thin, and straight to be from any place she's been to before, and they did not resemble red firs in any way. Now, as we mentioned earlier, Ryuuka did not believe in gods. At least, she didn't want to. But that did not mean she didn't believe in magic. She wanted to, but her parents were against that. Ryuuka found it strange that the only thing that was the same between she and her mom were that they looked very much alike. Everything else, they were opposites. Ryuuka constantly wished that magic exists, and ever since she started reading Fushigi Yuugi, it stopped bothering her that to make her wish come true, she had to believe in gods. She just stopped caring about that.

Suddenly, the Chinese girl heard the crack of a breaking twig. She whirled around and hissed like a threatened cat, "Who's there?" Two men, one about sixteen and the other eighteen, stepped out of the trees with yielding expressions. The older glared at the younger one with the bright orange hair.

"That was your fault, Genrou," He accused, as the man named Genrou scratched his head. "I told you to be careful! Oh! This one looks rich. It's been a long time since we've had prey like this."

Genrou nodded his agreement.

"Hey hey hey! Hold your horses ladies," Ryuuka said warningly in Chinese. "Ummm…I come in peace!" She tried to grin and held up a peace sign. In her confusion of what had happened, she failed to notice what the young men were wearing. Their style was much like her own, though Genrou's outfit seemed Persian. Ryuuka also didn't notice what the blue-haired guy called the orange-haired guy. Tasuki was her favorite character, and she knew almost everything about him. #&#!&$ the library for not having volume four! Ryuuka suddenly noticed that the people who looked like predators ready to pounce looked familiar. She racked her panicked brain for who they reminded her of.

'Tasuki!' She thought, 'Knei-Gong! They're real!' "I know you!" Ryuuka blurted out. "You're Knei-Gong and you're Huan-Lang!" "Knei-Gong" and "Huan-Lang" stood up straight in bewilderment.

"Huh!"

'Yeah! I was sucked into that Fushigi Yuugi book! Uh-huh, uh-huh! I—and, and I—my wish came true! God has not abandoned me!' Ryuuka suddenly paused in her rejoice, noticing what she had just thought.

Ryuuka whirled around. "How old are you right now?" She asked Tasuki.

"Eh? Why should I tell you, you scrawny little girl? Stop asking strange questions and come with us back to the lair!" He replied in a nasty voice. Surprisingly, Ryuuka didn't look offended.

'I'm dressed too suitably for this era. I look like some kind of rich merchant's daughter,' She thought. 'Not my fault. I like dressing like this!' She picked up her bag from where she had forgotten about it earlier on the ground. "Let's get going already!"

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Now to Senzoka, who had dropped out of nowhere in a totally different part of Konan. Thanks to Ryuuka, he knew a lot about Fushigi Yuugi, though he never read it.

Unfortunately for him, or maybe very fortunately, he appeared in the middle of the Inner Seraglio. He was not a pervert, but thanks to Ryuuka, again, he had been shown pictures of Hotohori's palace many times. And he knew exactly where he was.

Senzoka's first instinct was to freak out. One, he was in a manga book. Two, he was in a place with many pretty ladies. Three, it was at night and many of them were most likely slightly not wearing a lot. Four, he's gonna get shot, not literally, if anyone finds out he was here.

The Chinese boy was a lot calmer than Ryuuka, and let all four of the above things process slower than usual in his brain before finally dragging the skin of his face down, thinking, "Wadda I do wadda I do wadda I do." He looked down at his clothes, which weren't supposed to fit in to this era, but was somehow changed so that he looked like a male counterpart of Ryuuka. Even his hair got like a hundred times longer. This time he forgot to freak out.

A very beautiful woman walked over. Senzoka searched her face for a mole, and there it was. He almost sighed. Here comes the drag queen. Nuriko smiled at him while the guy who dressed like a guy started getting real close to panicking. 'Oh no guys aren't supposed to be in the Inner Seraglio! I'm gonna be boiled to death and and made a eunuch! Eek!'

"Are you His Majesty?" Nuriko asked, as Senzoka stopped freaking out.

'That's it!' He thought. 'The women here have like almost never seen Hotohori before!'

"Um…" He replied, not knowing what Hotohori would say. All the harem girls here know the eunuchs, he reflected, so he couldn't pretend to be anything other than the emperor, or bad things would happen to him. "Of course! Have you seen a man more beautiful than I?" He felt disgusted saying this, but there was nothing else to do. 'God bless you, Ryuuka! I mean, Kami-spirits bless you! Thank you so much! I gotta go thank her the next time I see her.'

Suddenly, something in Senzoka snapped. He didn't know whether or not he'd ever see his friend again. He desperately hoped that Ryuuka didn't fall into this part of Konan. She might be chosen as Empress!

"You're not the emperor, are you?" Nuriko asked in a slightly evil voice. The younger guy froze.

"What makes you think that?" Senzoka asked, trying to contain the fear that was bubbling like a volcano before eruption.

"You don't act like it. And you don't mean it when you said that you were beautiful. You aren't exactly beautiful, for your information." Senzoka felt insulted. Ryuuka had always said that he was too pretty to be a guy.

"Very smart, Liu-Chuan." It was Nuriko's turn to freeze.

"How do you know that name?" He asked, can't help but let his voice shake slightly. Senzoka felt guilty. Thanks to Ryuuka, he knew that Nuriko didn't dress as a girl for fun. She always said how she felt sorry for him, how the deaths of two girls one year younger than him had affected Nuriko. He also knew all about Feng-Qi, the girl with the name of an empress who would later become one and looked almost exactly like Nuriko.

"Heh," Senzoka said coolly. "I'll keep your secret if you don't tell anyone I'm here. I'm gonna keep my word because I know about Kang-Lin and Byakuren." The only reason Senzoka said "Byakuren" was because he didn't know her Chinese name. Besides, his Chinese was good enough. Maybe not as good as Ryuuka, but definitely good enough for this conversation.

Nuriko stuck out his hand, and Senzoka shook it, just to yelp in pain. He completely forgot about the large piece of missing flesh where he scraped his right hand against a fence when he was climbing over it to show off to the girls. He suddenly felt very stupid. Senzoka flipped his hand over, and gasped in amazement. The unsightly wound was glowing red, and healing itself. After the hole was completely filled again, the red light still did not stop glowing. Instead, it formed into a character, which he could barely read.

"Zhen? Huh?" He said, puzzled. The character looked as if it were pronounced "Zhen," But Senzoka wasn't sure. All he knew was that it was traditional Chinese that has something to do with horse-carriage wheels. Still, he instantly knew what this meant. He was a Suzaku Seishi, and had replaced Mitsukake. "Don't call me 'Mitsukake.'"

"Well then," Nuriko grinned. "Hand-shake? (Insert yelps on pain from Senzoka because of the still-tender flesh.) Okay, left hand. When other people are around, call me 'Kang-Lin.' Though I really don't think you would talk to me when there are other people around. Heck, I don't even think you'd be around when there are others!"

Senzoka matched Nuriko's grin. He could definitely see a beautiful friendship here. Now if only he could make Nuriko act friendly to Ryuuka.

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I'm so sorry, Mitsukake fans! I couldn't think of anyone else Senzoka could replace easily without noticing that his Seishi sign glows when he uses powers or stuff. Of course I could have made a scraped knee or something, but no necks or foreheads. Anyway, Senzoka was based on a real person, or rather, a few real people, just like Ryuuka, so I didn't want to change too much. Once again, Mitsukake fans, so, so sorry! Though I must add, there simply aren't enough Mitsukake and Chiriko fans around at all.

Also, I believe Byakuren's Chinese name is "Bai Lian," meaning white lily. I think I knew a long time ago…