A/N: I went and looked over all my old fanfics. I'm amazed at how I used to write. I hate all my first stories. I guess I got rid of stupid ideas I had and then got to stuff I liked better. I wonder what my high school writing teacher is thinking now. I really did fail that course. I got really mad, mostly because I couldn't understand how I could fail, THAT course of all courses. She said I had no talent for writing. I had no ability to describe things, I could not draw in any audience. Maybe because I was told that for so long, that's why I love so many other people's work over mine. SO many other people have wonderful works. And your reading mine. That makes me feel good. ^_^ People say I have good grammar. Did I mention I also failed that too? I failed every subject that had anything to do with the English language basically.

I still hate that teacher who said I had no talent in writing. People on here review and say they love me. Maybe they lie. I would hate it if you guys were lying about that. It would break my heart. *cry cry* I hope you guys aren't.

Disclaimer: We go through this time after time. No, I really don't own!

All It Takes Is A Crack

"She has a thick facade

She hides behind that mask all day

I can't see underneath

I can't see her

I wish I could

I wish I could see inside her heart

Her soul

All she allows me to see is her shell

Why would I care about a shell?

I want to see her

I want to see the lady behind there

I will crack her facade

All I need is a crack

Then I can see her heart

And I can know her

All it takes is a crack

I can do that"

An Auditorium's Duet

Minuet

"Who's there?" The girl said again as she drew closer. Miroku stood still. He was hoping she wouldn't notice him in the back.

"Who are you? I can see you back there!" She came up upon him and was about to kick him when he grabbed her and held her close to him. She stood there stunned for a second and then started struggling in his arms.

"Let me go you hentai!" She screeched as he caressed her butt.

"Not until you answer a few questions." Miroku replied.

"What are you talking about? I said let me go!" She slapped his face and he let go. She started to get to the door when he stopped her and blocked the exit.

"First, tell me your name." Miroku asked.

"What? Why should I?" The girl yelled at him.

"Just tell me your name, and I will let you go out!" Miroku yelled back at her.

"Fujiwara. Fujiwara Sango. Are you happy now? Will you let me go? I have, 5 minutes till class starts!" Sango pushed at him but to no avail.

"Hold on a second! Fujiwara, Fujiwara Sango." Miroku said teasingly. Sango's face grew red with anger and growled at him.

"I told you my name! It is Sango!" Sango said.

"Oh, so now you are a liar? Didn't you just say your name was Fujiwara, Fujiwara Sango?" Miroku asked.

"No! You idiot! My surname is Fujiwara! My name is Sango! That's what I said!" Sango yelled in aggravation.

"So now you are calling me a liar, Fujiwara, Fujiwara Sango?" Miroku asked, a smirk on his face.

"Ugh! Men are so impossible!" She yelled and punched him. He fell down as she huffed up the stairwell.

Miroku lay on the ground, his head was hurting badly.

"I didn't know a girl's punch could hurt so bad. Man, is she a mental case or what? I didn't even get a good feel of her anyway! She slapped me so hard."

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Miroku walked down the hall to World History. He was going to be late if he didn't hurry. He had spent way too much time with that girl Sango. Luckily, he had found he had just had his wallet in his jacket pocket and not in his pants pocket, like he thought. So, running up to the elevator, he then rushed out of the doors and ran to his locker.

"Oh come on! I did the combination right! You stupid thing!" Miroku cursed at it under his breath. It still wasn't opening. "You are a piece of crap! A piece of crap!" Miroku kicked his locker. And it magically opened. "Excellent!" Miroku grabbed his books quickly and made it to his World History class as soon as the bell rang.

Miroku rushed to sit next to Inuyasha. As soon as he had sat down, the door flew open. And, in came Miroku's worst fear.

Abe

"Everyone, I am the one you all know as Abe-sensei. I will be your World History teacher. You will learn to fear me, but also have much respect for me and my subject. I expect nothing less than 100% from this class." Abe paced the length of the front of the room. "Is that clear?"

"Hai, Abe-sensei." The class said, bored.

Happy days

When I'm out of this place

Happy days

Why aren't they coming sooner, dammit?? Miroku sang in his head.

Inuyasha had already dozed off.

Why couldn't you have taken me with you bud? Miroku telepathically asked Inuyasha.

Inuyasha didn't respond.

Blah, blah

I said again

Blah, blah, and another blah!

May we fill your head with stupid shit

You shall never use again!

I hate this place. Miroku wished he could nod off to la la land too.

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"Itai." Miroku heaved his back pack up as he started to walk down the street. So much homework on the first day.

He looked up at the trees. The wind blew through the branches and began to groan with their movement.

Miroku was so caught up in his thoughts he failed to notice a person in front of him.

"Itai!" The person screeched.

"Gomen! Gomen nasai!" Miroku said as the person got up. He had walked right into them and knocked them down. He then saw it was to his luck. It was Fujiwara.

"Well, if it isn't Fujiwara, Fujiwara Sango?" Miroku teased.

"Leave me alone. Hentai." Fujiwara spat back at him.

"Oh, I never did properly introduce myself did I? I'm Nakajira Miroku." He smiled down on her and gave her a hand up.

"What do you want?" Sango asked.

"Well...many things..." Miroku started.

"-that isn't hentai related." Sango gave him a cold stare. Stupid hentai.

"Well, that narrows it down quite a bit-" Sango hit him with her bookbag.

"But! How about a date? Nothing big! Just, going to grab something to eat and then seeing a movie? How about that?" Miroku pleaded with her.

"Iie." Sango walked off leaving Miroku pleading to air.

"Wait! Fujiwara, Fujiwara Sango! Wait!" Miroku called out.

Sango turned down a side street quickly. Miroku ran after her, but all he found was air. No Sango. Defeated, he turned and walked back home.

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"Who in the hell does he think he is? Ordering us around like that? I mean, he all like acting like he is a god or something!" Inuyasha ranted over the phone.

"You were asleep almost all the class period. You heard him say to fear him or whatever and then you nodded off to la la land. You woke up approximately 4.6 seconds before the bell rang." Miroku replied.

"Are you gay or something? Do, you have a thing for me or something?" Inuyasha sounded a little freaked out.

"IIE! I'm not like that! I'm straight! I was just so bored. I can tell you when Miyazawa fell to sleep too." Miroku tried to recover from the previous question. He had never been accused of being gay in his LIFE.

"You mean, the perfect little Miyazawa? She fell asleep!?" Inuyasha seemed interested in this news.

"Hai. She woke up 5.876 seconds before the bell rang. She went to sleep right after Abe gave out his little "you-are-weak-I-am-strong-I'll-take-anyone-of-you-on-now-or-so-you-better-straighten-up-or-else-I'll-beat-the-shit-out-of-you" speech." Miroku answered.

"Good blackmail for the little perfect child." Inuyasha started to cackle.

"Good thinking. I like that." Miroku started to cackle with him.

"So, anyway, Murakami, you know a girl by the name of Fujiwara Sango?" Miroku asked quickly.

A/N: I've been working on this story for a long time. Feels good to be out of my head.

Please review. I love getting suggestions. Thank you so kindly.

~~~Y.L.S.

No M.S. or A.R.A. was used during this production.