Randomness. I felt obliged to write this after the idea popped into my head. Inspired by the actions of my friends when she decided to stalk each of my classroom's guy members in turn.

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH. If I did, I would be enjoying the money you all spent on buying the mangas and purchasing the DVDs.

Claimer: I own the girl who spies on them, though. Watanabe Maki.

Target One: Urameshi Yusuke

Once more I found myself standing close to his door, hidden from view behind his neighbor's shoe cabinet located in the hall. I had finally learned where his living quarters was after successfully following him around for two days. I remember the house they used to live in, small and in a rather unpleasant neighborhood. His mom acquired quite a nice flat for the two of them after their house had been set on fire. My heart beat faster as my eyes skimmed through the picture of my target. His name was Urameshi Yusuke.

The door suddenly opened, and I almost yelped at the loud bang it had made as it slammed against the wall. The twirling of keys and whistling told me my target was on the move. Regaining composure and stuffing the picture back into the front pocket of my bag, I allowed Urameshi a two minute head start before I went after him.

I had to applaud myself, as waking up earlier than most students to be able to spy on this man was an incredible feat. But even more incredible was the fact that Urameshi had actually woken up in the morning to head to school.

At least, we were on the path towards school, so I may be jumping towards false conclusions.

"Hey, you!"

The sudden voice startled me. Had I been found out? Was my cover blown? As fast as I could, I ducked out of Urameshi's view in case he should turn around and find me there.

"Urameshi, you're going down today!"

Letting out a breath of relief, I was courageous enough to sneak a peek to know what was going on. Kuwabara Kazuma, Urameshi's rival, was standing in the middle of the street, pointing at my target with a glare on his face.

"Oh c'mon, I'm already sick of kicking your ass, can't you find some other loser and fight on equal terms with him? I'm gunna be late for school!"

I stiffled a snort. The infamous Urameshi, worried about being late for class? Only those who didn't know him would actually believe such a lie. However, he did have a point. If I didn't get to school now, the teachers would begin wondering where I had been.

"Since when have you worried about school? C'mon, punk, fight me!"

I ignored the cries of rage as a fight unraveled itself behind me. Sneaking into an alley, I took a shortcut. I would continue my observations after school.

Up to this point, you viewers might wonder what the hell I do for a living. To put it simply, I'm a spy. I don't work for anyone, except for the sake of love. Yes, I spy those who have conquered my heart.

Before Urameshi, my target had been his rival, Kuwabara. It was no wonder I would fall for him...heart of gold, sweet, sincere, helpful, tall, strong, smart...seriously, you won't find a guy like that. But after discovering his affinity towards a female he claimed to be his true love, Yukina, I backed off. I respected the man and his opinions.

Don't worry, I've recuperated. Why else would I be stalki--uh...spying on Urameshi now?

He's tall (er than me,) attractive, strong-willed, and intimidating. Ever seen that Tdrama where the popular badass bullies the nerdy, quiet chick, and then falls in love with her? That is so totally my situation.

(A/N: Haha. She's not aware that it really isn't.)

I glanced at my wrist watch, anxious for school to end. Two more minutes left. If only the staff would ring it just a rad bit earliers…answering my prayers, the school bell rung and I literally flew out of my classroom to continue my mission.

Instead of waiting at the school doors for my target to move out, I headed straight to the arcade, knowing he would be there. I knew him well enough to understand the fact that he wouldn't stay in school for more than two or three periods smoking on school roofs.

Yes, I had been observing this male for a while now.

Arriving at the loud and rather busy gaming center I was rather surprised at not finding Urameshi there. Maybe he had run out of change to play with, and gone home for the day. Or maybe he was still on the streets, fighting gang members out of sheer boredom. Not wanting to get involved in messy situations, I decided to check his house first.

Reaching the landing where Urameshi's apartment was located, I ducked instinctively as loud yelling erupted suddenly from his door. It was a wonder I hadn't heard Ukimura's bawling when I was climbing the stairs; that girl could scream. A slam, bang, and angry footsteps later, I found myself face to face with her.

Ukimura Keiko, renowned as one of the top students in school, and popular to boot, was standing in front of me, her angry huffing slowly steading into normal breaths. We were in the same grade, but in different classes.

"Watanabe-san? What are you doing here?" She asked politely, a blush suddenly creeping on to her face.

"Uh, I'm visiting my aunt," I replied, index finger poiting upstairs to indicate that my 'aunt' lived in an upper landing. I had lied so many times it almost came naturally.

"Oh, right. Well, see you in school," she said, eager to leave.

I turned and watched her descend the stairs, though much calmer than she had been earlier. I knew that she and Urameshi had been friends since they were in diapers, but what she could have been doing here was a mystery to me. As if to answer my question, a rather distraught Yusuke rushed past me, completely ignoring my existance. His left cheek looked painful as it has a large red mark etched across it in the shape of a hand.

"Wait, Keiko!"

Loud sniggering then caught my attention, and I turned to look at Urameshi's door. Kuwabara was leaning over the railing, watching Keiko exit the building and Yusuke hot at her heels.

"Way to treat your girl, Yusuke!" He yelled out, hand cupped around his mouth to direct his voice.

Now, I was hurt. Urameshi had a girlfriend after all, didn't he? And who else better than the top model student, Ukimura? I guess his bullying target had been settled without my knowing. I turned and began a slow venture down the stairs, until—

"I can't say he didn't deserve what he got," said a gentle voice. "Keiko must've been worried."

I turned on the spot, and my eyes feasted on another person. Standing next to Kuwabara, in a poised, refined manner, was a red head I had never seen. Judging by the uniform I could tell he was from Meiou—the prestigious and exalted junior high famous for its high-ranking students.

Something struck me at the moment, and it was then that I knew that my unrequited feelings towards Yusuke had gone. Who cared for a troublemaking punk, anyways? Prominent females such as I deserve the best, and from what I saw, he was a perfect candidate.