(The following chapter is based on a true event. This event just so happened to be in my school.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or Mr. Flynn.

"Here's your schedule."

The voice was dull and filled with boredom. It was painfully obvious that she didn't want to be there. She sat in her desk chair, slouching with her legs crossed. Black eyes skimmed the pages of her romance manga, as she gnawed at her gum, like a crow grazing on grass. What a wonderful secretary she was. With her free hand, the woman slid two sheets of paper over in the direction of Priest and Taisho. They glanced uncomfortably at each other before taking it.

"Thank…you…" Miroku said awkwardly.

"Mmm hum." She spoke, straitening out her skirt.

"Come on," Inuyasha waved his hand towards the door.

"Right behind you." Miroku eagerly followed him out the door.

Forever an Illusion

Chapter 1: The Odd Teacher who Sparks Romance

"Creative writing class!" Miroku spat out. How was he supposed to keep his identity a secret, if…if he had to write!

"Relax...just…pretend to be bad at it. Plus," Inuyasha lifted a clawed, index finger up in the air, "supposedly we're making book ends for our novels. I asked the professor. He said 'It will be good to expand your horizons'." the hanyou pouted. "Like it's important to make stupid book ends!"

They turned the corridor and succeeded in finding an enormous room, filled with a good 70 to 100 students.

"Nice of you to join us, Mr. Taisho." An average size man swung a giant trash bag over his shoulder. "I don't believe I know your friend, but please," the teacher flashed a grin, "sit down. The presentation will begin shortly." He left the two boys a bit nervous, as they scrummed into their chairs. Looking around, both noticed that this class was extremely untamed. Pens flung in every direction, people were talking uncontrollably to their peers, and the annoying ones, were sticking gum wrappers in innocent students' hair. What was this, high school?

"Miroku?" a familiar voice snapped the writer out of his thoughts. It was then he realized that he had been sitting next to that girl…

He was sitting next to Sango.

"Hey!" A smile spread across her lips. "Looks like we're in class together. Who would of thought?"

"Well, I'm certainly glad I don't have to take it alone." he laughed. "This professor seems a bit odd."

"Oh, Mr. Flynn?" She replied unsteadily. "He has that intimidating affect on people. Never the less, he's all right."

"I'll take you're word for it."

"Except…" Sango trailed off.

"Except?" He gulped.

"Sango saw this movie once," Kagome popped her head out from behind her friend, "and there was this psychopathic killer in it, who had an amazing resemblance to Mr. Flynn. Most kids believe that he's a secret murderer but…that's just silly!" A cold sweat dripped down the side of her face.

"Class! Come with me into the other room!" Mr. Flynn led them into the workshop.

Sango cupped a hand to the side of her mouth, whispering to Miroku, "Yura Hair, this girl in the 2:00 class, said that he stores the bodies in the back. Either that, or he buries them in the garden just outside the college campus."

"You have got to be joking!" Miroku laughed.

A shake of her head told him that she had actually believed this ridiculous rumor.

The group circled around the work tables, as Mr. Flynn retrieved a saw and a piece of wood from the back of the room. "Now," he spoke calmly, "all you have to do in order to make book ends, is create two wedges. This is where your wood comes in handy." He slammed the wood on the table, causing some to jump up in alarm. "Taking the saw, and making sure your fingers are out of the way," Flynn placed the saw to the surface of the wood, "go back and forth. No pressure is needed. The saw does all the work for you. Watch how quickly it slices the thick surface in half." The man smiled to himself, "Easy, is it not?"

The students began to look around at each other, whispering nervously.

"Isn't this fun?" Faster and faster Mr. Flynn sawed. Wood shavings curled up onto the floor.

"Umm, sir?" Kagome squeaked out, trying her best to act brave.

"Yes, Ms Higarashi?"

"You're sawing through the table."

He blinked, "Oh…oh, so I am…" Flynn ran a hand through his hair. "I believe that's all you need to know. Get started. You may decorate, if you have the time." He paused for a moment or two. "I…I think I hear the phone ringing. Carry on!" And out of the room he went.

"I didn't hear a phone, did you?" Miroku pondered.

"I'm telling you, he scares me." Sango whined. "It's a shame, I really like to write. Demo- demo…we always feel like we're being watched, right Kagome-chan-- Kagome-chan?"

"Does it feel weird?"

"Ehh…"

Oh, they're so cute!" A smooth hand ran itself along the soft fur of his ears.

"Kagome…" Sango sighed.

Miroku focused his attention fully on the angel-like woman, "So, if you believe this man is…watching you…why don't you tell someone about it? They could, well, take care of you. They could…" a pause, "protect you."

"I did," her cheeks turned bright red, "I told you…" Without another word, she walked back to her seat. Maybe, for the first time, she was actually glad her good-for-nothing boyfriend broke up with her.

Oh, do I like her… And with that, he took two pieces of wood back to his seat. One for him…

and one for Sango.

TBC