AN: We Own Nothing Of Teen Titans Nor Inuyasha! Hey guys, here's another chapter! Wanted to get this up so we can tell you that one of us is now currently moving, so she'll have no internet for a few weeks, putting a halt on writing and getting things done. Sorry! But we'll be back before you know it ;) Hope you enjoy!

Beeeep Beeeep Beeeep Beeeep

Kagome groaned miserably as an annoying buzzer rang piercingly in her ears early the next morning. Her hand shot out to slap down hard on the offending alarm clock before she pulled the covers over her head and burrowed deeper into her bed, settling back down to go to sleep.

No sooner than she shut her eyes, a small weight landed right on her stomach, garnering an "Oof!" and promptly waking her up fully.

A groaned spilled from her lips as she threw the covers off her, "Alright Kirara! I'm up, I'm up!" she whined pitifully when the feline began pawing at her. Rubbing away the sleep from her eyes, she glanced over at the clock.

Her eye's widened, hand freezing mid-rub.

"Shit!" she yelped, hopping out of bed in a frenzy. She ran around her half unpacked room, searching frantically for clothes other than her costume and the outfit she wore the day before. Random articles of clothing flew across the room when they didn't meet her tastes.

"Score!" she cheered, finding a pair of dark blue hipster boot-cut jeans and one of her favorite shirts, a green baby doll saying "Dear math, I'm not your *beep*ing therapist, so solve your own *beep*ing problems!" on the front.

Hitting the bathroom to take care of her female needs, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a bright red apple to eat on the way, pulled on her black vans, and out the door she went.

"Why the hell does school start so early? I really don't wanna fall back into my old habits..." she huffed under her breath as she ran down the street.

She was almost late when she finally arrived, and was running so fast and so distracted, she actually almost passed the school without realizing it. Running up the steps, she slowed when approaching the door. Shoving it open she went in, messenger bag swinging from over her shoulder.

Unfortunately for her, she wasn't watching where she was going and ran right into someone. She gasped sharply as the wind was knocked out of her, and she fell back to the floor in a sprawled mess of limbs.

To make matters worse, luck wasn't on her side as the person she barreled into was a cutie... a really hot cutie too...

Messy black hair, tall, kinda lanky and all paired with the most deep, soulful brown eyes that just stared into you... She mentally slapped herself for her klutziness. "Err sorry! I-I wasn't paying attention to where I was going, and I was gonna be late, and I'm new here so..." she trailed off, realizing she was rambling, "Yeah..." she finished lamely as the boy helped her up.

Easily picking up her Japanese accent, he recognized her from the day before, though he doubted that she recognized him since he wasn't in costume. A deep chuckle managed it's way out from his throat.

"It's...quite alright," he drawled out smoothly, smirking slightly when she became even more flustered. "Do you need any help finding your class?" he asked, raising a dark eyebrow in question.

Blushing slightly Kagome nodded, letting out a soft, nervous cough to clear her throat. "Yeah, I could use some help... thanks..." she murmured, biting her lips in that nervous habit of hers as she handed over her schedule.

He accepted the paper, and smiled down at her. "I'm Dick Grayson by the way."

Offering him a smile in return, Kagome held out her hand, and her smile turned into a grin when he shook it with a firm, yet easy grip, exuding strength and confidence. An all around appealing combination... "I'm Kagome, nice to meet you,"

He turned back to her schedule and smirked as he looked it over. "Well, it looks like I get the esteemed honor to be your guide today," he mused wryly.

Kagome blinked, eyebrows furrowing curiously. "And why is that?"

His dark eyes slid over to peer at her slyly. "We have most of our classes together..."

Not too far away, there were three other students gathered around, talking to each other as they watched the proceedings from afar.

One was a boy, still in his awkward phase as he leaned towards the short and lanky side. His short black and covered with a TMNT ball cap. Clad in a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, he also wore a Full-Metal Alchemist zip-up hoodie and a pair of Chuck Taylor's.

"Looks like the hot chick from yesterday goes here..." he murmured slyly, before his hazel eyes widened. "No way!" he protested wildly. "Dick is making a move on my girl!" he groused unhappily.

A short girl sporting a symmetrical bob hair cut with her hair blue-black and her eyes a brown hue with such a significant crimson tint one could mistake it for red, was standing next to him when she snorted derisively. "I think she made it clear yesterday that she wasn't interested," she said dryly. She wore a black, off-the-shoulder cardigan sweater with a black pleated mini skirt and stripped leggings. On her feet was a chic-looking pair of black ankle boots with chains hanging off the side.

The last member of the group was a girl with deep red hair topped off with a white fox racing hat and adorning a black and white, digital pattern sweater with bronze studs, a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, and white heeled boots with bronze studs lining the buckle. "I don't understand what he sees in her... She's just a normal human," she mumbled sharply, her voice slightly tinged with what seemed to be jealousy as she tugged on her pull-string bag.

"Shh," Raven, AKA Rachel Roth, snapped at the redhead, eyes narrowing into an irritated glare. "No one is supposed to know you aren't human, remember?" she retorted sharply. "Just an exchange student. You're going to blow the rest of our covers as well if you don't watch it..."

The redhead blinked, realization dawning in her emerald eyes. "Oh! Sorry Rachel!" she whispered quickly. Then her eyes widened suddenly, and her eyes shot over to the clock perched over on the hall before letting out a soft gasp. "I gotta meet Brittany and Stacy for the pep rally!" she mumbled mostly to herself as she shuffled off.

Garfield and Rachel glanced at each other and rolled their eyes exasperatedly, knowing after school activities won't last long with their occupation...

Kory was just setting herself up for inevitable failure...

Soon after Kory left, the bell rang and all the kids scrambled to make it to their respective classes.

First up for Kagome and Dick was math, which other than demons, was Kagome's mortal enemy.

For Dick, the class was no problem. After being enrolled in the best schools around the country until this past year, he was above the rest of the class educationally speaking and passed with effortless ease.

When he noticed Kagome's slightly paler complexion and the scowl fixed on her face, it was obvious it wasn't the same case for her and he grimaced slightly to himself.

About half way through the class, Kagome had the misfortune of the teacher calling on her to try her hand at the current problem. Lucky for her, the woman decided the best time to see how far she was in the curriculum was now and in front of the whole class...

Despite fumbling through it, Kagome was still able to the correct answer. Unfortunately for her, it was then that the teacher noticed her shirt...

A hard look came across the woman's expression as her eyes narrowed sharply at Kagome. "Ms. Higurashi, you picked the wrong choice of wardrobe to wear to school today," she declared rather harshly. "Gather your belongings and head over to the office, please," she ordered, voice strict with a bitchy edge to it.

Kagome looked at her incredulously, "What?" she exclaimed outrageously.

But before she could protest any more, another voice sounded out. A certain boy sent the teacher a cool stare as he spoke evenly. "Mrs. Simmons, it would hardily be fair to send her the first day when she has a hard enough time speaking English as it is, she probably didn't realize the shirt was in vio-"

"Usually, Mr. Grayson," Mrs. Simmons butted in condescendingly, rudely cutting him off. "If students are eligible to be exchange students, they are very astute in the English language," she finished snobbishly.

But Dick wasn't fazed. Instead he regarded her with calm as he replied steadily. "Yet, that doesn't include slang and vulgar language." He said matter of factly, and his stare turned hard with confidence. "Believe me, I know," he reassured her simply, as if he was speaking to a little child acting out.

Mrs. Simmons glared nastily at Dick and Kagome, while the rest of the class minus Kory were in shock that the elusive Dick Grayson spoke more than three words and was actually defending someone...

Defeated as she knew Dick was correct, and with no way to save face Mrs. Simmons only huffed before turning around to work on the board.

Satisfied, Dick leaned over to whisper to the new girl. "Sorry about her, she's a complete bitch to everyone..." he assured her, tone apologetic.

Kagome in turn blushed, but her eyes narrowed quickly enough. "I can take care of myself," she snapped quietly, before tuning back to stare towards the board.

Dick blinked, stunned, and slowly turned back as well. His dark eyes flickered as he looked over at her from the corner of his eyes, before wincing when noticing her stiff form.

Well, that could have gone better...