Disclaimer: This is the Official Fanfiction University of the Sengoku Jidai, an authorized OFU spin-off of the original, brillian OFUM by Camilla Sandman. The idea is all hers, with some ideas added by me, some by my muses, and some by my friends, as well as some stolen from other OFU's. So I really own nothing other than Allison, considering InuYasha and co. are all property of Rumiko Takahashi. Oh, and if you were wondering, the first Official Fanfiction University of InuYasha was written by (and discontinued by) Lady Spirits of Love.

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It was dark, stuffy for the middle of summer, but not too hot, seeing as it was also the middle of the night when our story begins. 3:00 AM, to be precise. It begins with the faint glow of the computer monitor as fanfiction reader, fanatic, and authoress searches the internet for something new to read.

Perhaps some Sesshoumaru/Naraku yaoi – the two bad boys had to be so hot together. Or maybe just a good old-fashioned high school AU. The girl at the computer grinned at the thought. Her last high school AU was a smashing success, with nearly forty reviews! Albeit most of them were from the same people, but that didn’t give the authoress, called Allison, any reason to complain.

As she moved her mouse to scroll down further, she found a story that caught her eye. It read ‘Inuyasha and Kagome get caught in a rainstorm and finally admit their feelings. But whats this about Sesshoumaru’s first love?? R/R PLZ – FIRST STORY!!”

“So kawaii,” Allison – better known as Alli – muttered instinctively, and she moved to click on it.

She never got there, because as soon as the mouse started to move, a voice said, “Did she just say kawaii?”

“I think she did, Niban,” a second voice said, in a rather deadbeat fashion.

Alli whirled around, ready to deck whoever was in her room, because whoever they were they had to be a complete pervert (stupid Miroku, she thought to herself). She blinked, finding two very odd men sitting on her bed, looking at her with a completely placid and serious look. That wasn’t what was odd about them, however, seeing how they were dressed completely in kimono – they also both sported samurai swords at the belts.

“Wh-who the hell are you guys?” Alli demanded, eyeing the swords warily and wondering if it was such a good idea to deck them after all.

“I’m Ichiban,” one of them answered. “And he’s Niban.”

“And why are you dressed like the samurais from history class? Or the samurais from InuYasha for that matter…?” she trailed off.

One of them – the one named Ichiban – grinned. “We are from the Sengoku Jidai.”

“The Senga-what?” Alli asked.

“Sengoku Jidai, the Warring States era of Japan, you moron,” the one called Niban sighed exasperatedly. “I can see why we’re enrolling her. And you call yourself otaku and use words like kawaii.”

“Enrolling where?” Alli asked, suddenly intrigued – she was, after all, going into her senior year of high school. “Are you guys from a university?”

“Yes,” Ichiban said sharply. “And you have been nominated and found accepted for a full-paid scholarship to the Official Fanfiction University of the Sengoku Jidai, the land of demons, gods, miko and other such things. If you so choose to enroll and manage to pass our wide range of subjects, you will be given your license to write InuYasha fanfiction. Your official enrollment papers will be left here when we leave. Good luck!”

The one called Ichiban winked, and the one called Niban simply scowled. And then, seconds later, it was as though they had never been there at all. There was a folder lying on her bed, and Alli picked it up, opening it.

On the top was a large logo, written in Japanese symbols. Alli blinked, before finding the English print beneath the logo, translating it. “The Official Fanfiction University of the Sengoku Jidai,” it read.

Alli quickly began the questions at the beginning, soon realizing that the entire form was in Japanese with English captions at the bottom. Funny, that. After all, she wasn’t even Japanese. Nor did she know much besides words like kawaii, sugoi, inu, hanyou… stuff like that.

She began to fill it in…

Name: Allison last name blacked out by the Badfic Authoress Association of ‘Figuratively, not Literally. Society for the Prevention Against Maligning (S.P.A.M)

Age: 17

Race: Human/Demon/Hanyou/Other(Please Specify)

(If Demon or Hanyou, please specify what type)

She circled Human

Occupation: Student/Farmer/Miko/Taijiya/Buddhist Monk/Other(Please Specify)

And then circled Miko, because that was cool.

Sex: M/F/A (Female, of course)

Alignment: Good/Evil/Neutral

Hmm, that was a hard one. She circled Neutral.

Are you a fan of yaoi? Yes!

Who is your lust object? You shouldn’t put down lust for something as pure as true love. InuYasha.

Do you know what a Mary Sue is? No, no idea.

If so, have you written one? Idk

List your favorite pairings: InuYasha/OC, InuYasha/Kagome, Sesshoumaru/OC

Blah, blah, blah… it continued on for another three pages, and Alli continued to fill out as applied to her. There were a couple of medical waivers, but she didn’t read those - after all, what harm could come to her at a school? If it was even real. (She was having something of a case of suspended disbelief).

On the very back page the papers sported a note (all in Japanese, of course, with an English translation right below) that read as follows.

Dear student,

Congratulations – you have taken the first step towards enlightenment. (And we don’t mean the Buddhist kind either.) You have been examined and found qualified to be part of the first graduating class of the Official Fanfiction University of the Sengoku Jidai… the Second. Here you will find such diverse courses as Tragedy 101, taught by the highly esteemed Kikyo, and Demon Slaying 202, taught by our own Taijiya Sango. We also offer activities such as English Camp, Hands On Week, and School Clubs. Our highly qualified teaching staff consists of other residents of the Sengoku Jidai, as well as several personell from the Modern Era. We hope you will do well.

Signed,

The Official Fanfiction University of the Sengoku Jidai Staff

And at the very bottom, a notice, saying, “I have read an agree to all warnings and cautionary material herein and understand that this is a binding contract. I hereby verify that everything on this form is true, or will be when I enter the Sengoku Jidai.”

Alli raised her eyebrows, even as she signed the form. Now this had to be ludicrous – some hallucination. She vaguely wondered whether or not that was because it was four in the morning (an hour had passed since Ichiban and Niban had first shown up.) She promptly decided to get some sleep, and lay down in her bed.

She hardly noticed when the folder winked out of existence, nor did she notice when a giant hole opened in the center of her bed, swallowing her inside.

Of course she did notice the falling sensation, and quickly woke, to find herself plummeting through the air before she was forcefully caught by the back of her shirt. By what seemed to be a giant… flying… cat of… fire?

It was then that she let out the long-postponed scream of terror. Of course, by then it was already too late.

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Author's Notes: And so begins the OFUSJ. Whoo. If you would like the be a student, please fill out the same form Alli did and send it to the e-mail located in my profile, not in a review. Otherwise, the Powers That Be may become angry. Leave a review anyways, just don't put a character profile there! Also, this story will contain references to Japanese Culture and Language, simply because I'm studying that right now, and feel like showing off my knowledge. I'm nowhere near a master (but getting there) so if there's anything I have wrong, don't hesitate to correct me. Along those same lines, Ichiban and Niban mean Number One and Number Two. And yes, there will be an English Camp, complete with a lesson on bed making!