A/N: Hi again! Nothing to say here, but there's a lot of drama in this chapter (I'm not too good at drama, BTW), so expect the unexpected.

Disclaimer: I'm typing on a computer that can barely load the home page of my Internet, and you think I own Teen Titans? If I did, what the hell would I be doing writing fanfiction?

Gregthezombie: Glad you like the story (and my bad attempts at humor). Thanks for the encouragement, keep reviewing!

I feel awfully random: … YEAH WELL… fine, be that way. (Lol) About your other review, I know that the boy is like, always taller and older and stuff, but I like doing things so that they are a little less stereotypical, as you might be able to see in this chapter. Thanks, and keep Reviewing!

SpiderSquirrel: Lol, I had to read that like seven times before I finally got what you were saying. I tried to make this one longer, but I'm not sure if it worked. (I can see what you mean, but Sunday makes me lazier than Saturday does. Besides, who wants to go to school? I'd get rid of Wednesday, too. I'm always so tired by then :) Don't stop reviewing!

Monchhichi: I wasn't really sure what to do for the endings of those chapters, so I just decided on that. You'll find out about what happened to Raven when the relationship starts developing. Thanks for your opinion, Keep them coming!

Digicowboy: It's the second one, actually, but I can see why that's not really all that clear- Lol. Keep Reviewing!

Chapter Six, AKA: I bet you didn't see that coming…

Sunday:

Kori tossed and turned in bed, feeling like she had swallowed a rock, among other various objects. She tried in vain to fall asleep, figuring it must have been something she ate for dinner. Before she knew it, it was morning again, Monday morning. She struggled to get out of bed, and collapsed on her knees before she even made it to her door. Clutching her stomach in pain, she climbed back on her bed. No way was she going to school today, no matter how much she wanted to.

It was later that day when she heard her door open and close, a shout echoing throughout the halls and into her room.

"Kori? Are you here?" What was Richard doing there, and how did he get in her house?

"I am here, Richard," She shouted back weakly. She felt the vibrations of his footsteps echoing as he ascended the stairs.

"Kori, are you alright?"

"A mere stomach flu, but what are you doing here?" She asked, trying not to make the pain in her gut too obvious.

"You weren't in school today so I faked sick and came looking for you. You're sure you're okay?" If her stomach didn't feel like an anvil, she would have laughed.

"Yes, Richard. I am fine." She winced in pain, hoping he hadn't noticed. He had.

"You don't seem fine. I'll stay here until you feel better." He suggested. She gave a weak nod in response.

She sat up slowly so as not to disrupt her stomach and leaned against her headboard in a sitting position. Richard sat down next to her, easing himself against the wall in the same way. Kori relaxed, leaning her head against his shoulder cautiously. He let her, putting his hand behind her neck to make her more comfortable.

Kori felt like she could die there happy, even if her stomach didn't feel that way. She ignored the pain for now, knowing it would go away. She focused on other things instead, like Richard and the good things and bad things about him.

"Did you really miss school for me?" She asked. She knew the answer; it was just good to hear it from him.

"Of course, I'd do anything for you." She smiled and felt at that moment like she was the luckiest girl in the world, as teenagers often do when being romantic.

"Kori, I was wondering if you would like to go to the movies this Friday? If you want, because I had a lot of fun on our last date." Richard asked a little nervously.

"I'd love to." She responded without hesitation. Whatever they did, she'd enjoy it as long as she was with him. She shifted a bit, recalling their last date. The rides, the music, the fireworks… The kiss. Also, she remembered his reluctance to answer any questions she might have asked. Now seemed like a good time to ask about it.

"Richard, may I ask you a question?" He hesitated just a little bit before replying.

"Of course."

"I know you are very… sensitive about your privacy," She could feel him tense only slightly beneath her head.

"But I remember on our date on Friday, you didn't answer any of my questions at all."

"Yeah, well, maybe it's not your business." Kori looked at him and sat up straight. She hadn't wanted him to snap at her, nor was she expecting it. It was only a question; he didn't even have to answer if he didn't want to. She couldn't help but feel a bit angry that he would just say that without a good reason.

"Richard, there's no need to get defensive about anything. I was merely asking…"

"Then don't ask." He was sitting up straight too now. What gave her the right to ask about his business?

Kori wasn't sure if it was the sickness, the lack of sleep, or her impatience for hostility, but suddenly the pain in her stomach was gone, and replaced by anger. She stood up facing him directly, her anger taking over.

"Richard, if we are to be in a relationship we need to know something about each other."

"We do know something. We've known each other for years now." Her anger seemed to double at the reminder.

"I know that Richard," She clenched her teeth, trying to calm down. It wasn't working. "We have known each other for years now, and I don't know anything about you. I don't know what you like, what you dislike, your hobbies, your friends, what you do when you're not with me. I don't know your height, your talents, I don't even know where you live!" She yelled her face turning red. "I have never seen you without your hair gelled, or when you were a child. I know nothing of your parents, your uncles or aunts."

"And what's worst of all, is that you pointedly refuse to tell me anything. I don't even know why you don't freaking trust me!" It was the closest she had ever come to swearing, and she didn't even know English curse words. "Heck, I don't even know your eye color!" She yelled, her arms flailing as if to prove how much she was enraged, Richard carefully dodging anything that could come close to hitting him. However, one arm came a little too close to his face. He felt something slip off the bridge of his nose and clatter to the floor. Time seemed to freeze as both Kori and Richard stopped and stared at the pair of dark sunglasses on the floor. Richard had his head down, his bangs covering his eyes.

He turned his head slowly up and met her eyes. She couldn't find the breath to gasp. They weren't green like hers, purple like Rachel's, vivid blue like she had been expecting them to be. They weren't miss-matched, red, brown, gray, or even black. His eyes were white. Richard Grayson was blind.

A/N: Didn't see that coming, did you? I know it doesn't make sense now, like how he's been able to go around and not trip on anything and things like that, but he'll be the one to tell you all about it in the next chapter. Sorry if I jumped in to the fight a bit too fast. Don't forget to Review!