A/N: New year, new ideas. I started rewatching Fushigi Yuugi and this plot bunny popped up. Not sure of the time difference between Yoshiko's world and the Universe of the Four Gods, so I've rounded it to 1 month in the book equaling 1 day in the real world. Also, writing a female Tsuna is kind of weird. *sweat drops*

Disclaimer: I don't own Katekyo Hitman Reborn! or Fushigi Yuugi.

Suzaku's Fire Priestess

Yoshiko Sawada rounded a corner, her legs felt like lead and every breath she took sent a sharp pain to her ribs. She might not be in the best shape but she had plenty of practice running from bullies. "Come on you idiots, she hasn't gone that far!" Yoshiko shivered at the malice in the deep voice, most likely belonging to an upper-classman. She ducked into the library, hiding in the furthest corner of the building to catch her breath.

She slid down to the floor, her back to one of the many book shelves. "Can't they target someone else for once?" Yoshiko wheezed, waiting for her heart to settle down. The library was the only place Yoshiko felt secure in, the librarians were kinder to her than most of the adults in her life. Since her brain and body had horrible coordination, she would often have her nose in a book. It was one of the few times that she could focus all of her attention in one place, otherwise her mind wandered. It was like trying to wade through a bog, eventually she just gave up on studying all together.

A book fell onto her head, a cloud of dust setting off a sneezing fit. "Haven't I been through enough today?" She grumbles, picking up the book. "The Universe of the Four Gods, huh? Aren't they from Chinese mythology?" She wondered aloud, opening the book to see if there was a summary inside. A warm breeze brushed by her face and Yoshiko flinched, looking around to see if any of the windows were open. She was nowhere close them and were glued shut, with several AC units in the building there was no need to open them. Her fingers brushed yellowed pages as she began to read the preface.

Herein contains the tale of a maiden and her quest to gather the seven constellations of Suzaku together. And if you, the esteemed reader, should read to the story's end, the spell within this book shall bestow upon you the powers of the heroine and grant your wish.

"So it is a legend. Sounds like a harem story in the making." Yoshiko says sarcastically but it caught her interest. She was a sucker for historical romance novels, especially since she stumbled onto her mother's book collection and old letters her parents exchanged when they were younger. How the woman could be so upbeat when Iemitsu worked overseas for years at a time, Yoshiko would never understand. She continued to read.

For indeed, the moment the page is turned, the story will become reality.

Yoshiko hesitated. She wasn't one to pay much attention to superstitions but there was something about this book. Something unnatural. The fog in her mind had temporarily dissipated, that in itself was a miracle. "Maybe I shouldn't be reading this." She gulped, letting out a shriek when the building began to shake. A bright light shot out of the book and Yoshiko felt herself being pulled forward by an unseen force. "Hieeee!" And just like that, Yoshiko Sawada disappeared.

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Yoshiko did not expect to find herself plummeting through the air, screaming as the ground drew nearer and nearer. The seal restraining her flames cracked, a brilliant orange flame illuminating the sky. It was visible all over the country. Seven males looked to the sky, their respective markings glowed in response. The closest was in a nearby village, watching the spectacle from his hovel of a home.

An orange flame emitted from Yoshiko's hands, slowing her descent until she landed safely on the ground. She sat up shakily, not trusting her legs to stand. She looked at her hands, noting that there were no burn marks when the area around her was scorched. She did a pat down and was relieved to find herself in one piece. "I'm alive!" She says with a goofy grin, her vision going dark as she passed out.

When Yoshiko woke up, a man with a shaggy beard and stringy black hair was leaning over her. She let out a frightened scream. "I don't have any money, please don't hurt me!" She squeaked, the man ignored her and grabbed an arm. "Must be getting proper nutrition, though there are a large number of bruises on your person." The man mused, Yoshiko removed her arm from his grasp and attempted to gain some control of the situation. "Where am I? And who are you?" She demands.

The man patted Yoshiko on the head, noting how the teen flinched at the warm gesture. "You'll be safe here Miss." He says, tending to a small fire. There was a small cauldron of what appeared to be fish stew, the man ladled it into a bowl and handed it to Yoshiko. Her stomach growled, reminding her that the bullies had started chasing her during her lunch break. "Thank you Mister-" The man looked up, Yoshiko catching a glimpse of a handsome face beneath his facial hair. "Mitsukake. And yourself?" Yoshiko gave a slight smile. "Yoshiko. Pleased to meet you."

Mitsukake observed the stranger, trying to place where she possibly came from. After the death of his wife, his life had spiraled into a dark haze. If he hadn't left the village, he could have cured his wife. Maybe this new charge was the gods giving him a chance to redeem himself. The girl wore well made clothing that would fetch a decent price on the market and her hygiene suggested that she was well off. Her hair, although messy, had a healthy sheen and her hands had no calluses one would gain doing physical labor. Perhaps she was the neglected child of a noble?

"Mitsukake, would you mind if I stayed here for a while?" Yoshiko asks, a sinking feeling in her gut telling her that she wasn't getting home anytime soon. Mitsukake smiled. "Stay as long as you need, though there isn't much." He says, gesturing to the sparse furnishing in the room. There was a faint meow as a feline walked into the house, rubbing it's head against Mitsukake's leg affectionately. I wonder if anyone will even notice I'm gone. I doubt it. Yoshiko thought darkly, her brows furrowing.

Mitsukake stood to his feet, tossing Yoshiko a thin blanket. "You get some more rest. I'll return before the sun sets." He says, grabbing a fishing pole. Yoshiko found herself fidgeting, there was no way she'd be able to doze off in an unfamiliar place. "I wonder if he has any books around here." Her face was blank when she saw that everything was written in Chinese. Ancient Chinese. "I am never taking electricity for granted ever again." She says solemnly, taking one of the books and trying to determine the contents by the pictures. "Herbs? Is he a doctor?" She wondered aloud.