A/N: Okay, okay…I'll admit it! I DID spell Martial Arts wrong…and well… (mumble mumble) I did take some of Lemony Snicket's lines… more like phrases…I'm ashamed! I mean, who can hate a guy with the word 'lemon' in his name? Although, it's not his real name, but that's beside the point! Anyway, from now on…I promise to improve my spelling and my (waves hands in front of face) imagination. So, onto the next chapter of my totally wonderful, 100 PERCENT thought up ( takes a breath) fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha…I do not own Kera-chan…I do not own many things…yes, many things…

"Love isn't finding someone perfect; it's loving someone imperfect, perfectly."

-Mikomi Taisho

"Faster, faster!"

"I'm going as fast as I can! Any faster and it's gonna explode!"

"Keep up with my pace, Inuyasha!"

"Miroku, a turtle could keep up with your pace!"

"Just-just give it to me, Inuyasha!"

The landlord had her ear firmly pressed up against the wooden door, with a face of utter shock. She never would've guessed that-

"Ms Ayame! Here to collect the rent?" Miroku found her countenance amusing, as she continued to stare at him with voluminous eyes. "Did you hear our little spat back in there?" He waited patiently, trying so hard not to laugh.

'I can't believe he finds this funny!' Inuyasha stood in the doorway, handing the girl the month's pay.

"Arigato Mr. Priest, Taisho…I-I look forward to seeing you again…" Ayame seemed flabbergasted…

"As do we." The writer nodded in agreement. With that, Inuyasha and himself went back into the room, closing the door.

"Miroku, if we stuff anymore of those books into the closet, it's going to overflow! No-it's going to overflow and explode!" Inuyasha kicked a novel into it. "All of your books are still going to be noticed, anyway."

"That's why we must be quick to collect them all! Every single one! We must use every ounce of energy to cram my filthy literature into THAT closet!" He pointed toward the walk-in wardrobe with a trembling index finger. "Sango must never see them!"

"Whatever you say…" The dog scooped up a handful of writings and threw them into the dark abyss.

Forever an Illusion

Chapter 6: Unexpected Visit

Kagome kindly waved to the young teen strolling out of Shippou's house. Souta followed not too far behind. Conversation was likely to arise, why wasn't his caring older sibling there? This was a surprise to him, seeing Kagome waiting so patiently on a green bench, which was located under a giant oak tree. He ran over to her, Souta at his side.

"Hello, Kohaku, Souta! How was Shippou's?" She spoke cheerfully, taking the boys' backpacks from their loose gasp. They had slept over the night before. "Whoa, these weigh a ton!" She heaved the schoolbags over her shoulder. "So, you two ready to go?"

"Miss. Kagome, if you don't mind me asking, where is my sister?" Kohaku asked simply.

"Sango had to do something at school. She'll be back tomorrow. You know she can't stand not seeing you."

It was sad…knowing Sango's past. Often, it left Kagome wondering how much Kohaku really knew about Sango…how much he knew she loved him.

Kohaku was afraid.

Afraid. A word meaning filled with fear. Would he one day walk out of school or some place else, and find Sango not there? Sometimes, Kohaku would wake up to a wide variety of sounds, which left him stirring for many hours of the night. Some sounds, of howling dogs, or the pitter patter of rain on a window sill. Even the softest crying woke him up. The crying…

of his sister.

Was he too much stress for Sango? Was she filled with too much grief to stay by him? He had learned about his condition, the pain he must've caused her. But what Kohaku still hadn't learned, was that Sango would never leave him. Not now, not ever, she would always be there.

It was the little things, like walking out of school and not seeing such a wonderful face that frightened him. I mean, what could possibly be more important than being with family?

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"So, you're finally going to go out on a date! Yeah, Sango! I'm so happy for you!"

"Kera, there's no need to get so giddy. It's only the first date. Besides, you haven't even met the guy." Sango rummaged through her closet, before selecting a plain, but pretty pink shaded kimono. She wrapped a piece of dark green fabric around her waist, letting it fall just above her ankles. Then, she knotted it with a bow. It gave that nice, layered affect. "Is this too…'Feudal Era' looking?" She asked, spinning in front of the body length mirror.

"You look like the princess of a village. He'll get all…perverted monk on you…" She grinned.

"Kera," Sango's left eyebrow twitched, "where on earth did you get that idea?" The woman took a couple steps back in disgust.

"Heh…just popped into my head, I guess." The companion sweat dropped. "What's his name, anyway?"

"Miroku."

"Miroku…what?" She asked again, letting some green hair fall in front of her face.

"Miroku Sherbert..."

Laughter. Much, much laughter. "Sherbert rhymes with pervert!" Perhaps the maiden's friend had been in the middle of a sugar rush; otherwise Sango would've wasted no time in smacking her over the head with a shoe. The comments this girl come up with…where did they come from!

"Hi, I'm Sango and this is Kagome. Nice to meet you!" The girls were getting acquainted with their floor as well as their fellow students. And so, still early in the evening, the two ladies invited the friendly teenager into their dorm room. And what words come out of her mouth? What do her red eyes notice?

"Your room is the color of lemons…"

Lemon…some call it a citrus fruit…for others, it's the door to a whole other language. A language which it is my sad fortune… to know

A/N: Lemony Snicket!

"I have to get going! I'd promised at meet him in the café around now!" Touching up her makeup, and saying good-bye, Sango rushed out the door.

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He pressed his lips against the cold ceramic cup. If he were to notice the hot steam rising out of it, Miroku could've saved his tongue from being scorched. Quickly, a spoon met his skin, cooling off the burning sensation. 'I feel ridiculous! The mouth is no place to stick a utensil …okay, now I sound stupid. No, I'm thinking stupid. At least I don't have the thing pressed up against my nose, not that it would stay for very long…. Oh, I do wish Sango gets here soon! If not, I think I'll be placed into an asylum before the day's done!'

Miroku was fidgeting around in one of the café's seats, waiting for his guest. Of course, the café was also called the student lounge, so there were other people there beside him. Yes, they were all staring at him, as he neurotically played around with the silver spoon in his mouth. Tense, that was it! Miroku was tense! His whole career depends on how well this relationship works. Publishing a book was no longer an easy task for the young writer, he needs this inspiration.

As if believing that time would speed up, violet eyes peered out of the glass windows. The sun had shown dimly that afternoon, like a cooper coin that was dropped out for the heavens. The air that danced in to refresh his face still smelled of the morning's rain. He was sure that god was crying for him, he was placed in Women's history after all. Unfortunately, it hadn't been a very long cry, so maybe; just maybe, God was laughing himself to tears. How befitting, a woman-lover trapped in a woman's class. Oh, was okami was cruel…

"Miroku?"

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Knock, knock!

Inuyasha got up from his seat in front of the television and answer the door. He opened it only to cause his nose to scrunch up in anger. "Sesshomaru! What are you doing here?"

The older of the two brothers bounded into the apartment and slammed the door shut, locking the many safety locks in the process. "Women…you know how it is."

"Crazy fan girls, you mean?"

Ignoring the comment, Sesshomaru invited himself further in, taking his half-brother's place on the couch. "Your place, it seems unkept." Golden eyes skimmed the room. His face was grave, and his look, unreadable. You never knew what Sesshomaru was thinking, and perhaps, you'd might just want to keep it that way. "Business not going well?"

"What's it to ya?" Inuyasha snapped.

"Little brother, I merely came here to check up on things." Hoisting himself up, the youkai continued to search the house. His eyes however, caught interest in the small, black book that lay on the devoured desk that Miroku worked so tirelessly on. Carefully picking it up, so not to tare the pages, Sesshomaru skimmed it with intrigue. "Where did that lecherous friend of yours get such a well thought up idea? It seems that human is more intelligent then I took him for." He glanced up from his spot…

and smiled.

It was not good when someone like Sesshomaru smiled. It means he knew something, something that it would be best if he not.

"What do you know?"

"Enough, my brother, enough…"

"But…but how?"

"You'd be amazed on how much Jaken can do."

"That toad! I haven't even seen him!" Inuyasha yelled.

"Where is the mortal now?" the older asked, still smiling.

"He's out with Sango!" growled the younger.

"I have been one to keep my secrets, but this secret however, I might just let it slip." Sesshomaru was the type to take pleasure in seeing one tortured. He would cut off an arm, and not batter an eyelash while doing so. He lived to tortured those he hated, and Inuyasha and Miroku, were two he hated most. Humans and half-breeds, there's nothing that sickened him more. What better reward than bringing pain to those who don't at all need it? How would such a girl like Sango, with all she's been through, take to the fact that she's being used?

"You can't!"

"I will see to it that Mr. Priest's little secret is revealed, do not doubt that!" And without another word, the well known actor walked out the door, only to be swamped by fan girls. It pretty much put a damper on his dramatic exit.

TBC

Don't worry S/M fans! The romance will be blooming in the next chapter! Do review!