Once upon a time there was a girl. She lived in America and had the stereotyped crappy American family. Her dad beat her and her mom was a bitch and she got lousy grades even though her I.Q. was equal to that of Chiriko.
This girl loved anime and one day she went to the library with her best friend who was the only one who understood or cared about her at all.
The girl’s name was Eternity. Or Destiny. Or Yume. Or Hikari. Take your pick. She was related to Miaka/ was Miaka’s best friend/ pen pal, or had read about Miaka. Again, take your pick.
Her friend’s name was something dull and ordinary. Let’s just call her....Ashley. Yeah, that’ll do.
So anyway, they were at the library and....hang on. I forgot something.

Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny was beautiful. Very beautiful. Extremely beautiful. She had waist length red hair and sparkling blue-green eyes that were the gateways into her equally beautiful soul. And her Japanese school girl uniform (Yes Virginia, they do wear Japanese school girl uniforms in the U.S.A.) fit her perfectly slim body wonderfully and showed off every curve.
One day she went to visit the library. She had to return the book she borrowed, War and Peace, after all. She had found it amazingly easy. She had also read it in original Russian. Yes, Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny could read Russian. Along with Japanese, French, Spanish, Arabian, Eskimo and Klingon. This was clear by the fact that she would randomly used Japanese in the middle of her sentences, like: “Hai, I would like to return watashi no book!” In fact the only language she was not fluent in was English, as evidenced by many misspellings.
Once she had returned the book, Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny wandered around the library in search of something more challenging, like Dick and Jane. While she was wandering around a book labled ‘Shijin Tenchi Show’ fell off the shelf and landed at her feet. Picking it up she decided to check it out. She made this decision because it gave off a glowing red light, and while any sane person would have assumed this was some kind of dangerous chemical radiation, Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny knew instantly that it was magic because she felt that it was calling her in some mysterious inexplicable way. After checking it out she bid farewell to her friend Ashley and went home.
Once again her family messed her up and caused some severe psychological damage. It never occurred to Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny to actually tell someone she was being abused, that would make sense. No, she decided to tough it out and wait for her true prince to come and save her.
After her family was done acting like bastards, Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny cried in her room. Glancing at the book, she logically decided that it would make her feel better if she read it. ‘Who knows,’ she thought, ‘maybe it will take me away to a magical place with magic and bunnies and a bunch of hot guys willing to cater to my every whim.’ So she opened the book and was immediately transported to a magical place.
Except that magical place was in trouble. There was a war going on with a neighboring country and only Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny could stop it because she was the Priestess of Genbu. Or Byakko. Or Suzaku. Any one of those. It just can’t be Seiryu. Seiryu was evil, remember?
So the emperor of [insert country of your choice here] asked Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny to be the Priestess. She gave a few meek protests about how she wasn’t worthy since she was just a normal ordinary girl but gave in in the end. So she became the priestess of whatever. Like we didn’t see that coming.
So then Yume/Hikari/Eternity/Destiny decided that she should find her seishi, or as she called them, senshi. So she gathered a few supplies and the one guy she had already found who declared his undying love to her and went off in search of girls in short skirts fighting in the name of the moon.
No, she went off in search of pretty boys in short skirts fighting in the name of the moon.
Still isn’t right. Okay, she went off in search of pretty boys wearing not much fighting in the name of her. There we go!
It was then that the author decided to end the chapter as she was tired of writing and had homework to do.
Fushigi Yugi is copyrighted to Yuu Watase. I hope I’m spelling that right. Probably not. Oh well.

Author’s notes- Yeah, this is a response to the 3,000 Mary-Sue stories out there in the Fushigi Yugi section alone. Very irritating to see some thirteen year old twit post three stories starring her equally annoying made up character and get four hundred responses for a bunch of spelling errors and no plot while I scan my brain to try and think up something original, use spell check and two responses. This is my way of releasing my frustration and jealousy. My therapist said I should do it.