Disclaimer: Don't own The Sixth Sense. Never have, though I've rented it from my aunt before.

"I'm real," Kurama practically sighed as Shawna watched the television in front of her with the subtitles on and two pillows over her ears.

"I'm not listening," the girl replied in a sing-song voice as Nudgy sat beside her on the floor, watching his every move without actually being able to see him, his nose twitching often. But at least he had stopped growling after the first two hours.

Kurama sighed again. He'd been doing that a lot today, and couldn't help but notice that his throat was getting a little sore. "If you're not listening, why'd you tell me that you aren't?"

Shawna didn't respond. He hadn't actually expected her to.

He looked around at the room, with the big-screen TV and the high ceiling that had no purpose. The couch big enough for about twenty people, yet looking like it was never used and only holding one at the moment. The room that was filled with white carpets, walls, drapes, and tables with expensive looking . . . things on them.

"What's that?" he asked curiously. He was pretty sure he'd had something like that at one time or another, but he'd never actually looked it up, being too busy with the more interesting artifacts of his "findings."

"An urn," Shawna answered in a bored voice, before whipping around to glare at him. "Stop doing that!"

"Doing what?" No, the innocence in his voice was not just an act. He really was confused.

"Making me talk to you like—like . . ." she looked up and searched for a word, then snapped her eyes back, "like you're real!" Her voice was rising, and the pillows were forgotten on the couch by now. She was starting to get panicky, and that was never a good sign. Even Nudgy was starting to edge away.

"But I am real," he said calmly, like this was an everyday conversation. Looking at his luck with this female so far, it probably would be soon.

"No, you're not! Look at you! You're even floating! Nothing real and substantial like a human or-or even demon could float!"

"What about Jin?" He hoped she knew about Jin. If what she said about being a TV show was true, Jin should have been on there.

He didn't even know if he really believed her about the whole TV thing, but she really did seem like she knew him, or at least about him, so it seemed . . . maybe not realistic, but he was starting to think like Sherlock Holmes. The fact that people could turn on the television and look into his private moments was a little scary, actually.

"He's different," Shawna said stubbornly. "He's a wind master, and you're a fox spirit!"

He looked at her from a meter away, where he'd floated in the hopes that whatever she was sure to throw at him would go through with enough force to hit the wall, bounce back, and hit her in the head to knock her out so she would stop melting his brain with her insane babble. He'd learned the hard way that she could get violent easily when she was confused. Sort of like an animal. "Has it ever occurred to you that I might be a ghost?" He hoped, vaguely, that she wouldn't throw her shoes at him again. A little creativity would go a long way.

The girl paused, flicking her hair behind her shoulder automatically as she tried to think. "Are you saying I have a sixth sense?" she finally asked.

Kurama said, "It's possible."

Shawna sent him an appraising look. "But then . . . shouldn't I have seen more ghosts than just you?"

"Maybe you have."

She closed her eyes and muttered to herself, "Right. Stop watching The Sixth Sense." Her eyes opened again. "But, still, Kuwabara saw ghosts that freaked him out, and his sister . . . well, she's a block of ice. In a good way."

Kurama wished to point out that Shizuru wasn't a block of ice any more than Hiei was (and to prove it, if you called him that you might have a very unfortunate second-degree burn all along your body), but realized around this point that she was talking to herself. Again. And that Nudgy had left the room.

"All right!" Kurama whirled back around to look at her. She got up and brushed her jeans. "Maybe you are real. But you'll have to prove it to me first." Kurama opened his mouth—"Not now, of course, but if you really are real then it'll come out sooner or later." She stalked up the stairs, running her hands along the wall and ignoring the banister. Kurama couldn't help but appreciate the fact that he didn't have to walk up stairs anymore.

Shawna entered her room with a stomp, as though this was the only way she allowed herself a tantrum besides that whole shoe throwing episode. (You're probably real curious about that now, and lets just say that Kurama wouldn't ask for a soda again anytime soon.) Kurama followed her, and he made a BAM noise, too.

Shawna turned to him, annoyed. "What?" Then she stared.

Kurama seemed amused. Actually, Kurama was amused. "I'm substantial again."

Shawna rubbed her eyes and blinked hard. He didn't seem like something her sick, little mind had cooked up, anymore. She took a step towards him and prodded him in the chest. Her hand didn't faze through like her shoe had earlier. All she could think to say to that was, "You really are a guy."

Kurama was slightly offended by that.

"So, like, are you just substantial in my room?"

"That's what it seems like," Kurama agreed with his eyes closed, trying to fend off a migraine.

"Huh," Shawna whispered, giving him a quick once-over. Then—"HIYAH!" She swiped her hand at him, aiming for his head.

Kurama's body reacted before he had time to think, and he found himself bent backwards in an impossible-looking position. Shawna proceeded to fall onto her knees.

"OUCH! I probably have rug burn again, thanks to you."

He didn't bother to offer to help heal her with his various plants, mostly because he didn't have that much in his current arsenal and he didn't want to waste such valuable stock when he couldn't feel many plants in the general vicinity, and also because she was just a little annoying. The more human aspects of his personality were berating him, but he ignored them with commendable ease.

"What was that for," he asked, semi-calmly. He didn't bother to add that he'd nearly taken her head off with his Rose-whip when she'd surprised him. No need for her to freak out. Again.

"It was going to be for scaring me so much," she mumbled softly, picking herself up with a wince.

It was, indeed, a long day.