Author's Note: Haha, another chapter. And, I'm sure none of you will believe this, but I ran across someone's story that was –quite literally- exactly like the spoofs I am writing except hers was serious. It wasn't supposed to be a spoof, it was her story! It was about some ghetto Bronx girl who loved the colors pink and lavender, dressed like a slut and a bunch of other things like now. Kami have mercy.

b7-kerravon- A Marisu/Miroku fic as you desired. Is it to your liking?

Alatril Carnesr- -bows- Thank you, thank you very much.

Just Me17- Poor Fluffy-sama. It makes me want to huggle him tightly. Now there's an idea… And heaven forbid that you betray …uh…your half-cousin etc.

Death Boo- I don't think I'll be writing any high school parodies because I'm concentrating more on Mary Sues as characters, but I might do one if I run out of ideas.

Verg- I'll try and put that in one of my fics. Although, since I don't know Japanese very well, I'm sure the terrible Japanese part will be easy!

whooshO_O- Yesh, everyone knows that he has "sexy dog ears" as my friend says, but Marisu shan't have him!

EEevee- Don't let this completely stop you from reading fanfics with original characters. Occasionally you'll come across one that's tolerable, but those are rare and far between. (I would insert a shameless advertisement of one of my fics, but I'm not going to. I don't like forcing people to do anything.)

Fyyrrose- Basically the same thing I said for EEevee. About 95% of OCs are Mary Sues, but there will occasionally be one that's someone that you can really connect to and, on those occasions, it almost can be worth the torture of seeing so many bad fics. (And I'm not talking about my story because, although I might like it and some other people might, I know that not everyone'll find it brilliant.) A great way to see if a character is a Mary Sue is to put her through the Mary Sue test at www.mettesart.com/inuyashams_test.html.

Akankhsha- Yesh. Glad you took time from your schedule to read the story that I'd been ranting about.

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Once there was a legend. The legend of Marisu I'msoperfectandeveryonelovesandadoresme. The legend said that the entire country of Japan was once threatened by thousands of demons that poured in from God-knows-where and began slaughtering all the innocent bystanders. Well, there was a girl named Marisu who was the lord's daughter and, as fate would have it, one day she was chosen to be the human sacrifice for a 10-hour peace treaty between a dingy band of survivors and the heartless demons. As soon as the ugly, mutilated, disgusting, monstrous, deviant, diabolical, gross, synonym-of-disgusting-that-was-found-in-an-online-thesaurus creatures laid eyes on the delicate Marisu, they instantly begged for mercy from their evil ways and disappeared from the planet.

Marisu, however, was sealed up in a diamond crystal to be released when a hundred's years passed and her true love was able to counteract the sutra that bound her. (A/N: Talk about a wonderful set up. Houshi-sama, your cue's coming up!)

The poor hentai, who would soon be taken advantage by a vile type of black magic that has only recently been named, had split from the others, deciding to take his own path in the search for the Shikon jewel shards. That and, even though everyone knew that he and Sango were eventually going to get married and then quickly follow it by several acts that would insure the continuation of Miroku's bloodline, he was so sick of Sango being everywhere. Couldn't the stupid woman leave him alone? It wasn't like he was in love with her, even though he had saved her once or twice from certain death.

Kami, you'd think she could take a hint.

Well, back to the plot now that Miroku's character has been more or less destroyed and its pitiful remains picked at by vultures representing a Mary Sue writer's talent. Our Houshi-sama just happened to be randomly walking near a village that had heard from another village that had heard from a traveling merchant that had heard from his mother that had heard from her great-grandmother that had seen it in a vision that had been brought on by drinking too much sake and watching her cat chase a mouse about the Legend of Marisu.

Naturally intrigued at the thought of finding a beautiful woman locked in a crystal prison where she could be violated without striking back, Miroku decided to go find the cave that held this crystal (because even after the story having been changed so many times, everyone knew exactly where the cave was) and see if the story was true.

Of course the story was true and of course he found Marisu, her perfect figure locked in a diamond prison that stopped the effects of time on her gorgeous body, and of course he was able to break the sutra that held her captive.

So insert a great scene of Miroku falling head over heels, groping her several times and asking his favorite question that would soon be followed by a scene of him and Marisu realizing that they were destined to each other. This would all be typed out, but usually the plots have huge gaps in them in which the reader must magically know exactly what happened and therefore exactly why Marisu isn't a Mary Sue and why it would make so much sense for her and Miroku to hook up. Boo yah, beeyotch.

Ahem, so, Miroku and his sex kitten decided to go and tell InuYasha and everyone else that they were sick of looking for jewel shards and they were destined to be together and planned on getting married that night and having wild sex in the trees.

Everyone took this news surprisingly well, even Sango who was deeply in love with Miroku for she had found another random guy who happened to be walking down the path (or maybe he was a random demon or a demon from the series that some people have the strangest, most twisted idea that they will fall in love) and he quickly became her next true love and soul mate.

"Miroku, I am truly glad that you have found happiness, but although there is another man in my life, I cannot bear the thought of seeing you with another woman," Sango said in an angst filled moment that would be the author's idea of coming up with a good reason for her to die or run away or a mixture of the two. "So, I have decided to go kill Naraku single handedly and avenge my family, save my brother, and then return to kill the whore that you are marrying."

"No! Sango! How can you say such things about my beloved?" gasped the monk in surprise.

However, he could do nothing to stop Hiraikotsu as it slammed through Marisu's precious body, instantly ripping her apart and attractively spreading her remains in a ten-foot parameter.

In his grief, Miroku used his wind tunnel to suck up all the living beings within a thirty foot parameter and then, was about to use it on himself because there was absolutely nothing that he could do nor was there a reason to live after the death of his beloved when, suddenly, Marisu rose from the dead!

Hah! She wasn't dead, she was only playing 'possum because, since she was so perfect, she could easily bring her body back together! What, did any of you really think that Marisu could die? And, if she did, wouldn't she die in the arms of her lover while saying that he should forget her and move on although she didn't mean it and knew he wouldn't?

Crying with happiness, Miroku hugged her tightly -not even thinking about touching inappropriate body parts- and said through his tears, "Oh, Marisu! What would I do without you?"

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Miroku: Sango, you killed her for me? You really do love me!

Sango: -blush- Well…I…She was a Mary Sue! What else should I have done?

Miroku: In light of recent actions, would you consider bearing my child?

Sango: Hentai! –slap-