Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or YuYu Hakusho.

Yes it's been a while I know, but my attention was elsewhere. I hope you enjoy this chapter; I had fun writing it.

Kagome leaned back from the red head. He was about a head taller than her and was just a little intimidating when he leaned over her like that. Didn't he know about a little thing called personal space? She guessed not. After regaining her bearings, Kagome put one hand on her hip and the other jabbing into the red head's chest.

"Listen here buddy, just because you're the president of the Discipline Committee doesn't mean you can start acting like a jerk." She frowned at the end of her sentence, noticing he was still grinning like an idiot.

Kurama just cocked his head to the side and observed her for a minute. Her hair was ruffled up from her run and her cheeks were tinted red in both exhaustion and anger. He brought his eyes down a little further and noticed her ruffled uniform. The red bow was undone and the majority of the uniform was wrinkled. His eyes flashed gold for a second as some of Youko's more disturbing thoughts came into his head.

Kagome just wrinkled her nose at him. She couldn't stand him! She huffed to herself and waited for his answer.

Kurama gave her another one of his fake smiles. "Oh, but I doubt enforcing the rules of this school makes me a jerk." He smiled even wider. "Talking about rules… I'm going to have to write you a detention." Kurama reached into his back pocket and pulled out a notepad and pen. "Name?"

Kagome's mouth almost dropped open. He was going to give her a detention!? What the hell for!? "What do you mean detention!? I've hardly done anything to warrant it!"

"But on the contrary, the tardy bell has already rung." He gave her a slight glance and asked again. "Name?" Kagome's eyes widened and she looked around. What was once a crowded school yard was now a deserted one. She looked back to Shuichi, eyes glaring wholes into his, blaming him for this whole mess. Shuichi just smiled back.

"I could always write you a referral if you don't want a detention." He said with upmost politeness. Kagome grumbled under her breath about stuck-up men.

"Kagome Higurashi."

Hiei sat back in his favorite branch in his favorite tree and got comfortable. He was troubled about last night; he really hadn't meant to jump into her room to find out what was so interesting about her. He had every intention to stay in the tree outside of her window and keep watch for anything suspicious that she might do. He remembered how it all started.

Hiei noticed the moment she fell asleep and began to observe her room from his position on the tree branch. The walls were painted a light pink (one of his least favorite colors) and the computer desk by the window, as well as its chair, had frills along the edges. Her bed was also decked out in different shades of pink as well as being fluffy and frilly. This was hardly what he expected from the experienced sword fighter he had just fought earlier.

Just as he was about to jump away, something held him back. He looked back at the window and stared at it for a while. A suspicion slowly crept its way into the hybrid's mind. What if the girly room was all a façade? And its true purpose was to make people believe that she was an innocent girl, unable to hurt even a fly; where in reality she was an evil demon ready to pounce without a moments notice? A picture of Kagome with her hair floating about her and a long, snake like tongue flicking in and out of her mouth came into his head. Yes, he liked that idea. No one was that innocent and yet so good with a sword.

His decision firmly in mind, he jumped through her window and landed next to her bed. His eyes scanned the room for any traps that might have been set up for persons such as himself who had figured out her secret. After deeming it was safe to relax a little, he watched Kagome laying asleep on her bed, just waiting for her to pop up at him in a moments notice.

Her chest rose and fell with each breath she took and she turned every now and then to get into a comfortable position with her hands curled next to her face. When he looked to her face for any sign of evil, all he saw was that of a girl—who looked quite defenseless with that serene look on her face, and her body curled into a slight ball, hugging the blankets to herself. She was leaving herself wide open to attack.

Hiei looked away from her, realizing he was getting carried away and settled back against the side of her bed. It was no use trying to deny it. She was a human girl. Not some evil demon who wanted to rip them to shreds; far from it. He sighed to himself as he realized how childish he was acting. What had gotten into him?

He heard a groan from behind him and turned around to find Kagome twisting and turning in her bed. Her blankets were slipping lower and lower with each move she made as well as her top slowly riding up, exposing her smooth stomach. With each move she made, her top would raise ever higher, maybe an inch or so, and more skin would be revealed to his eyes. If she moved just even a little more—

Hiei quickly turned around and sat back against the bed, facing the opposite wall. His face had a tinge of pink on it, realizing what he had been doing just a few seconds ago. It was all that dammed girls fault. She was just such a curiosity and he had wanted to figure her out. He was simply his doing his job. He looked back at her as he noticed she had stopped moaning and was now lying still on her back. Her hair was spread out around her, with one of her hands by her head and the other resting on her stomach.

His hand reached out and grabbed a strand of her hair, rubbing it between his fingers and enjoying the softness of it. He then looked to her face wondering if her skin was as soft as her hair turned out to be. He reached out his hand and slowly caressed her cheek the same way he had her hair. It was as soft as her hair, if not softer. His hand was slowly trailing lower along her jaw line, traveling to her neck—

What was he doing?!

Hiei quickly grabbed his hand back and stared in horror at it. He was not being himself. He was not used to these feelings and honestly; he was scaring himself. With one last glance at Kagome, he sped through her window and out of her room.

He was now in a tree surrounding the school that he found out she attended (he would in no way admit that he was stalking her), which also happened to be the school that the fox attended. As he observed their interaction outside of the building, something bubbled inside of his chest. He couldn't help but notice how close he was to her and how the fox looked at her. And it pissed him off. He pretended not to listen as he leaned against the tree and averted his eyes, though he could clearly hear their conversation.

Kagome stormed down the hall of her new high school, heading to where she guessed the office might be. She crunched the note in her hand again as she thought of that insolent, rude, egotistical, self-centered—the insults could go on forever! There was no way to describe her anger and equal embarrassment at being so easily tricked.

She turned another hall when she noticed a sign hanging from the ceiling stating the directions to the office. The nerve of him! You think he could spare a little slack to someone who had just transferred to the school. But nooooo—he had to be a bastard and give her a detention for being late. And it was his fault to boot! She opened the door that read "office" and slammed it behind her once she was safely inside.

The loud sound of the door slamming shut did the trick of shaking her out of her anger. She noticed everyone staring at her with wary eyes as they stopped what they were doing. Kagome laughed embarrassedly and gave a weak wave as she walked toward the receptionist's desk. Everyone slowly turned back to what they were doing, but not without one last glance at the previously enraged student.

Kagome slumped against the desk in embarrassment and hung her head. It was barely the beginning of her first day and already things were looking grim. The receptionist turned towards her once she was done with the phone and asked her with a smile if there was anything she needed. Kagome quickly explained that she was a transfer student and was here to pick up her schedule. The receptionist nodded and went to dig through some files. After about a minute she handed Kagome her schedule and told her that next time she should try arriving a little earlier. Kagome nodded a bit, and exited the office.

The nerve of him! Again she was reminded that if it wasn't for that red head she would have been on time and ready to learn.

Kagome stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway.

That red hair, those green eyes, and that obviously fake smile. Why hadn't she noticed it before?! It was that kitsune from yesterday! The only difference was that his hair was tied back and he had a more superficial air about him, as if he was pretending.

Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Once Kagome was done berating herself, she walked in defeat towards classroom 3-A.

Kurama whistled a tune as he walked down the halls of his school. And it in a way it was his school. No one dared to oppose him, what with his good looks, his impressive grades, and social prowess. He was top dog, or fox, as his counterpart loved to put it.

(You know me quite well, my human counterpart.)

(Well I would suppose I should after being stuck with you for all of my life.)

(You make it sound like it's a bad thing.) Kurama could clearly picture Youko pouting in the corner of his mind.

(Sometimes I wonder.) Youko grumbled to himself a bit before heading back into the recesses of Kurama's mind.

Kurama looked at the slip of paper that he held in his hand. On it was the neatly written name of one "Kagome Higurashi". There was so much a person could find out with just a person's name and the right resources; which Kurama had plenty of. He smiled to himself, this one a smile of deviousness, bordering on a smirk. His eyes glinted in the light provided by the window as various calculations ran through his head. He would figure her out soon enough; it was a knack of his.

Kurama gave one last smile to the slip of paper and slipped it into his pocket as he continued to walk down the halls of the school, whistling a tune that resounded off the walls.

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