Summary: Miroku Priest is one of Japan's top-selling romance novelists. As romantic as his stories are, the man offend dreamed that he too, could have a passionate relationship, like the ones so vividly described in his books. Enter Sango, and let the story begin

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will, own Inuyasha. But I do own his plushie! Does that count for anything?

A pen...a pen and several pieces of paper. His desk was now lost in a cluster of worthless ideas. If there was one thing he hated most...it was writer's block

Miroku Priest was one of Japan's best-selling romance novelists. He was not ashamed of what he did, and if you find yourself asking-

"What's so bad about writing romance novels?"

well, only the bravest of people...no, correction- only the naughtiest of people, dared to read what he wrote, and he wrote WELL.

He preferred to work in the comfort of his pleasant apartment. Most of the time, it was quiet, except for the occasional complaining of his one roommate, who just happened to be his editor and...well, his best friend.

Today, of all days, the young 21-year-old writer, found himself with nothing but a chewed up pen, at which Miroku would gnaw at, when he reached unbearable frustration.

"Let's see what we have so far..." he clasped the single sheet of paper with his hands.

The rain pounded on the roof. Silence was no longer an option. He escorted her carefully into a dark room, where the only light there was, was from the radiant glow of the moon. It showed through a small window, big and bright. She looked at it, and then to him. Love filled her eyes.

"Do you think there really is a moon goddess?" She spoke softly, as the rain droplets continued to fall down her perfectly curved body—

"I feel I wrote this before." He stretched his arms across what was once a desk, and slapped his head down, finally giving up.

"Where's my goddess?" He mumbled, closing his eyes and giving into the darkness.

Forever an Illusion

"Sango! Just pick one! Kagome randomly snatched a book from the nearest bookshelf. "In order to pass English, you have to write a term paper, and in order to write a term paper...you have to read a book!"

"Kaaa-gomeee- chan!" The woman yawned, sitting at one of the round reading tables. She picked her head up and blew some of her brown strands of hair, out of her face.

"College is boring, I hate reading, I'm gonna fall anyway." She titled her chair back, causing it to fall over. "Case-cough-closed"

Kagome sighed and shook her head. "Sango..." With a helpful hand, she assisted her friend back onto her feet. "All I'm saying is..."

"Is what?"

The maiden's grey eyes filled with sympathy. "Forget about him...he's not worth it."

"..."

"Now, onto happy matters!" Kagome strolled off in front of Sango, "how about you read this book?" She giggled and put a hand to her mouth.

"What book is it?" Her chocolate brown eyes skimmed through the first couple pages, before gasping in shock, as the book slipped through her fingers. Her mouth was gaping, open to any fly or bug who wanted to pass through it. He perfectly pale skin had now darkened to a deep shade of red, which made her entire face, look as though it was a giant apple.

"What…what... pervert wrote this!"

"Per...vert?"

"Innocent mind, Kagome! Innocent mind!" Sango stammered.

"Let me see that!"

Kagome too, had a similar reaction to such a...mature book. She was extremely surprised to find out, that such a book was located and supported by their school's library. It amazed her.

(Several minutes later...)

"Miroku Priest, huh? Remind me never to go to one of his book signings." She and Sango cringed as they cautiously placed the book back on the shelf.

"Let's find something...more appropriate..." The 19-year-old girl had suddenly taken an interest in finding a book.

Meanwhile...

"Miroku, get your ass up! God dammit, you've gotten lazy!"

"Aren't dogs supposed to be man's best friend?" he turned his back towards the half-demon known as Inuyasha.

"Shut up!" A white fang softy touched his bottom lip, as he growled angrily. "I wake up to find that I have no breakfast, no clean clothes and no job!"

Deep violet, tired, eyes met fiery amber ones. "Get yourself a girlfriend," he moaned, his jet-black hair thrown into a mess.

"Hey, idiot! The only reason I find myself without a job, is because someone won't write!"

"I'm out of ideas," was his simple answer.

Inuyasha grunted in disbelief. The dog-boy had known Miroku since the early days of his youth. Priest had a disturbed childhood, so the inu thought. His father had received a terrible wound within his left hand, and never being treated; he had gotten a gruesome infection. Miroku's father died of blood poisoning when he was only five. Thus, Miroku was sent off to live with a close friend of the family...Mushin. Mushin was a suitable guardian for the young boy, but coming home from his adventures with Inuyasha, Miroku would often find a drunken old man, sleeping dead-like, on the couch. If there wasn't one thing Inuyasha found disgusting, it was the fact that Mushin raised his best friend to be somewhat of a womanizer. Did I say somewhat?

I meant he was!

This caused Miroku to be intrigued by the female body, and so, he took up the exciting hobby of doing what he now does as a living. Inuyasha, unfortunately, was dragged along for the ride.

"I've known you for as long as I can remember, and you've never missed a chance for writing the perverted crap that you do!"

"Must I tell you again? I have dreaded writer's block! Whether you believe me or not, I do!" He got up from his rickety desk chair, walked into the kitchen, and poured himself a glass of water. "I need...inspiration." The dark-haired man sighed...water easing the sensation of his dry, itchy throat.

Inuyasha followed him into the room. "Inspiration, huh?" Claws scratch his skin. "Why don't you observe some of the daily relationships of today? Base your stories on real people. Just think..." Inuyasha brought his hand out in front of him, "all those pretty women, flirting, giggling...that's right up your ally!" Grinning, he watched as his friend nervously gulped down his drink. "Maybe we can join the college a couple blocks over, get to meet some new people...become their friends." He paused, "Role-play your upcoming book..."

At this, Miroku sprayed his water out all over the counter, like he was a giant whale with an enormous blow-hole.

"You're…you're suggesting I meet a young lady, pretend to fall in love with her, do some...'things'...and base my book on that!"

"As long as it would get you writing again, yeah. We barely have enough money to pay for a simple package of ramen!"

"I must agree with you there..."

"So...?"

Miroku thought for awhile before answering. "If I go...you're coming with me. You need companion yourself, my friend."

"Feh." Eyes rolled as the hanyou made the necessary phone calls, making arrangements.

"Maybe this will be for the best." Miroku placed his empty glass in the sink and went to pack, not knowing what lied ahead of him.

TBC

Sango just broke up with some random guy... (In the beginning of this story) I like to think it was the young lord from episode 78, "Sango, Only You". I detest him.

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