Sesshoumaru blinked. He was standing at the front of a room that was filled with about two dozen small tables at which a number of adolescent humans and youkai were seated, and looking around themselves in horror. If he remembered from similar dreams along this vein, the tables were called desks, and if he looked behind him he would find a much larger example of one as well as a large green writing slate. Seated at one of the desks with a blank look on his face was...himself. He quickly looked away since he knew what happened if he focused on the other him too long.
"Fucking great! As if my day wasn't craptastic enough! It's this dream again!" His younger brother who couldn't seem to decide whether he were human or hanyou if the way his form kept flickering back and forth between the two was any indication yelled, summing up the situation for everyone.
"Why am I pregnant?" the usually indecently dressed - he couldn't exactly call her outfit indecent here as it was being worn by all of the females present as if it were some form of uniform - miko who followed his bastard half-brother asked as she looked down at her swollen belly.
Why did he have vague memories of having intimate relations with the loud and annoying human female on the roof of the school while being caught by someone called Taisho-sensei who also happened to be him? Why did he also have memories of having intimate relations with the human in this very room while she was supposed to be doing something called "Detention" and feeling guilty about it since teachers weren't supposed to be doing that kind of thing with under-aged students?
He would shelve those thoughts for later. He was reasonably certain that he hadn't had relations with the oddly dressed miko. She wasn't his type. It wasn't the whole her being human thing, though that was a major turnoff. He just found her personality grating, and he preferred redheads like the mystery Kitsune in the corner who...
Aw crap, it's male.
There was a strange noise that in the vaguest sense might be called music if one stretched the definition to the breaking point. It stopped after the monk who traveled with his half-brother Inuyasha pulled something out of his pocket and did something with it.
"Woo hoo! Someone agreed to bear my child!" yelled the monk that traveled with his half-brother.
"Oh god! Please no!" the miko whose name was either Kikyo or Kagome or something on those lines whimpered as she looked down at her swollen abdomen.
"Really? Who?" asked an unfamiliar Kitsune who smelled similar to the tiny male that the miko constantly carried around with her.
"Someone I have been conversing with over the thing called the internet." said the monk as he fiddled with one of the strange objects that one often found on one's person during one of these dreams. It was a flat device which was relatively featureless barring the image of a piece of fruit from his vantage point.
He looked down at his own hands to find something called a "Lesson Plan". It apparently outlined what he was supposedly supposed to be doing at the moment, which was teaching.
There was one small problem however...
He didn't have a fucking clue about the subject that he was supposed to be teaching this random group of individuals.
"Where the hell was the place called "America", and why out of all things in the world was he supposed to be teaching the history of its people?"
He rapidly flipped through the book he spotted on the desk behind him as he frantically searched for a clue as to how he was supposed to deal with this situation barring killing everyone in the room and denying that this had ever happened.
Who would be so cruel as to name their child Tomasu Jiefuruson
As his younger brother had said, As if his day wasn't craptastic enough...