Author Note: Hello all! Thank you so much for reading my story! Now, for all the people who haven't read Fushigi Yuugi ( ie, family, friends of mine) Here's the basics. There are 4 Chinese gods; Suzaku: A RED Phonenix, Seiyuu: A BLUE dragon, Genbu: A BLACK snake/tortoise, Byakko: AWHITE tiger and when the Priestess of one of these gods summons them they appear, give the girl three wishes, saves the country/area, and either devours her or leaves her extremely tired. The girl must find the seven celestial warriors of the god to summon it. All of the warrior of a certain power and a symbol the color of the god somewhere on their body (nowhere dirty, mind you).There is more mention of this in the story. Also, these characters are based off real people, this story is purely fiction.

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Damsel in Distress

Chapter 2

"Su-za-ku…" I sounded out, "Where have I heard that name before?" I reminisced. "Ah, whoever the Hell it is I'm going to kill them!" I shouted while angrily turning the key in the ignition. I muttered a curse word as I shifted into reverse and pulled out of the driveway and shifted to forward and glanced at the digital clock above the radio.

"7:55! I'm so not going to make it in 5 minutes!" I drove like a maniac to school. The sky was a pale gray. "June gloom…" I muttered as I waited impatiently at a stop light.

The light turned green. "That took forever!" I murmured and looked around at the streets. Except for one or two cars I was the only car in the intersection. I glanced at my rear view mirror; no one was waiting behind me, either. I drove forward and looked to the side for a second and something caught my eye. There was a small red dot in the sky. No, it was a large bird. But what kind? I didn't know. I stared at it, pondering whether there really is a gigantic macaw up there or I've just finally lost it. I wasn't paying attention to the road until I spotted something coming. I turned my head back to the street, where it should have been, and saw a car. Coming… towards me... fast. The driver wasn't paying attention either and just when he, a stupid middle-aged guy in a corolla, realized there was a car in the middle of the road he swerved to his right but didn't make it. The back of his car hit the driver's side of my car. Then there was a red flash and I lost all consciousness. I remember thinking, "Asshole!" as I shut my eyes and everything went black.

When I was unconscious I had a dream. No, more like a nightmare.

It was two years ago and I was up late finishing up a project and saw my mom standing over me, her face twisted with rage.

"Momma? What's wrong?"

"WHY are you keeping us up so late!" My mom shouted, luckily the door was shut and Katie slept peacefully.

"What? I could turn off a few lights if you..." I started but my mom slapped me across the face. I held my cheek.

"You, ASSHOLE!" My mom yelled.

I looked at her, confused and still slightly stunned.

"Mommy, it's the medication. Just calm down." I soothed. She knocked over a chair. Then, it became hard to breathe. I started gasping and contorting and my heart felt like it was being closed off. My mom backed off because she thought that she did that to me. Ever since, she's taken extra long buisness trips. During those years my mom was taking medicine for something like shingles and it had mood swing side effects. I forgive her and don't blame her but my mom does and can't get over it.

"ASSHOLE!" I screamed and sat up, distraught. Slightly squeamish, I pulled an IV out of me because it wasn't giving me any blood and I didn't want it attached to me. I awoke to find myself in a hospital room, the three of the walls were white and the fourth wall, to the left side of me, was glass. A large picture window. Gazing over the street I saw cars rushing about the street going this way and that but always staying in the lanes, people, from the fourth story window, looking like ants, buzzing about on the sidewalks next to the streets and the strip malls. None of them were aware that they were being watched. I couldn't help but laugh at that thought, but it hurt to smile. I felt my cheek, there was a large band aid covering it. I glanced around the room some more. I saw a small television in the top left corner of the room but I didn't feel like watching cartoons, reality shows, celebrity news, or tragedies right now. I saw little desk chairs lining the right side of the room. For visitors, I assumed. I saw on the other side of the hospital bed, a heart monitor turned off. I glanced towards the open door, on the right of me, and caught the eye of a free-handed passerby nurse.

"Welcome back sleepin' beauty!" She announced and laughed. Her voice was light, cheerful, and southern. She wore her long blonde hair in a high ponytail with white sneakers, long green comfortable fitting pants, and a colorful tunic-like schmock with a stethoscope around her neck and a clip board in hand. What hit me most were her dazzling blue eyes. She let herself in and sat down in one of the visitors' chairs and leaned forward.

"So, how are you feelin'? That was a pretty nasty crash, back there." She explained.

"Fine, fine." I assured her. I brushed my fingers above my left eye and there was another bandage. Damn these things are everywhere, I thought.

"Well, you sprained yer ankle and had a few minor scratches," she told me and I immediately pulled my blanket off and saw my foot wrapped up in bandages.

"So, that's why it was hurting!" I concluded and saw the interruption annoyed her," Sorry, as you were saying,"

"Well, that you can go home today! But, no over workin' yourself," she scolded me, "You got that?"

"But, I have to do so many things everyday and..." I panicked.

"Don' worry! I got it all under control, we found your cellphone, suprisin'ly undamaged and called this "Greg" guy on yer cell and he said he'd take care of ya..." She calmed me.

"Alrigh- GREG!"

"Yeah, he said he'd come by to pick ya up." She repeated, confused.

"I can get home! It's okay! I'll call a cab and-" She forced me back into bed and tucked me in.

"You're gonna rest, now!" She commanded and smiled and went back to the busy hallway after placing my bloodstained clothes, cell phone, and wallet on the chair she was sitting in.

"G'night." She whispered.

"Great, just great," I sighed, "Now, I'm little Miss "Damsel in Distress". Greg must think I'm such a ditz! Needing help all the time… And how am I going to live with this damn pillow on my foot and cuts everywhere! Taking a shower is going to be a nightmare..." To get my mind off things, I turned on the TV with the remote they set on the bedside table and watched whatever channel the last visitor was watching.

"And in recent news, Professor Taka Sukunami of Chinese History died today with his wife in a car accident this morning..." A news reporter broadcasted. It was World News talking about Japan's latest incidents.

"Suku-who?" I wondered.

A/N: Yay! My second Chapter is done! Finally!