Kuwabara's constant OOCness was driving me to tears so I rewrote every part of my story he was OOC. Hope you like it better too.

Chapter 6

'Are they crazy?'

'What?'

'They actually what to go to school just so they can follow around Yusuke and Kuwabara all day?'

'Well the plan is actually pretty in genius. T.S. is very clever.'

'Hn.'

'Are you jealous?'

'What? Why would I be jealous?'

'Yusuke and Kuwabara will be spending more time with T.K. then you will.'

'That is a ridiculous statement…Are you jealous?'

'…'

'You are, aren't you? You insist on teasing me, when in reality, you're the one with all the feelings.'

'Well it's not like you don't have the feelings that you're so afraid of.'

'I am not afraid of anything.'

'Naturally. But if I were you, I'd go spend some quality time with T.K. before she leaves tomorrow morning.' With that Kurama turned to go to T.S.' room.

'You think we can trust them?'

'Well, they only seem to want to watch Yusuke to find out his position in the world. They don't seem to be interested in killing anybody, so right now, I believe that we can be optimistic about what side they're on.'

'But you don't know for sure?'

'No one knows for sure. Just be happy Hiei. She likes you, even if she does think you're just a dog.' Kurama went to T.S.' room.

"Hey, boy," she said as he jumped on the bed next to her. She gave him a hug and cuddled next to him. "Good night."

'Good night.'

Hiei sat in the living room thinking about what Kurama had said. It's ridiculous. She is nice though. And she does like me-no! Curse Kurama for putting these thoughts in my head! Great, now I'll be thinking about this all day tomorrow. Having not gotten anywhere in his argument with himself, Hiei into T.K.'s room and laid down at the foot of her bed. He watched her sleep and slowly drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning T.K. walked out of her room wearing a pair of blue jeans, a red tank top. When she entered the living room she stopped in her tracks and stared in amazement at the sight before her. "Oh, my—T.S. you're actually up! I thought I was going to have to drag you out of bed! How long have you been up?"

"Oh, shut up! I've been up for about an hour and for your information, I only got up early today because I want to make sure I look good for my first day with the younger people. Tomorrow you can drag me out of bed twenty minutes before we leave."

"Oh, phew! I thought someone had kidnapped you and replaced you with your twin alter ego."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"You're welcome!" T.K. walked to the kitchen, but as she passed the table, "OWW!!" T.K. danced around the room holding her foot.

"What happened?"

"The table bit me!"

"You mean you stubbed your toe?"

"No, the table bit me! Bad table! Bad!"

"Stop yelling at the table. It's worse then when Bandit was laughing at you."

"Well he was!"

"Right. First the dog laughs at you. Then the table bites you. Did you stop talking to flowers like I told you to?"

"Flowers? Why would I talk to flowers? They always yell at me. Very anti-social and mean! So yes, I am no longer on talking terms with the flowers. Though I do find that helicopters tell really funny jokes." She continued into the kitchen to make her breakfast.

T.S. patted Rocky on the head. "Sometimes I worry about her. No, scratch that. I always worry about her." She whispered to him. "Do you know anyone that weird? I mean come on! She talks to flowers then complains because they yell at her. I wonder if someone dropped her when she was a baby…"

'Well it is certainly possible.'

'What are you implying, Kurama?'

'Nothing, Hiei! Nothing at all,' though his guilty grin said it all.

"Hey T.S., how should we go to school today? What kind of entrance do you want to make?" said T.K. with a mouth full of food.

"Entrance? We're just going to be walking, it's not like we can make that much of an entrance."

"Why are we walking?"

"Why?" T.S. sounded slightly surprised. "Because, T.K., we're undercover as middle school kids. Middle school kids can't drive yet."

"Oh, yeah! I completely forgot about that!"

"Yeah, I figured. We need to start walking soon so get in your uniform."

"I don't want to wear that stupid skirt! I hate shirts!"

"T.K., you have to wear the uniform or you can't go."

"Okay, that sounds good."

"Just get dressed!" T.S. was very frustrated now.

"Okay, I will. But only because you need me." She put her empty dishes in the sink then went to her to change.

T.K. and T.S. were about a block away from the school when they heard the bell. "Darn we're going to be late on our first day!"

"Oh, well. If we're going to be late we might as well not go at all."

"T.K. move it, start running." They started running, but T.K. held back a little. T.S. turned to look at her.

"Why aren't you hurrying?"

"Well it's not like I have a motivation to hurry."

Just then Yusuke and Kuwabara ran in front of them. "Hurry up we're going to be late!" yelled Yusuke.

"I can't be late, Shizuru will kill me!" Shouted Kuwabara.

"Is that motivation enough for you T.K.?"

"Yep." T.K. turned and started going back.

T.S. grabbed her arm. "Ha ha, very funny."

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"Okay girls, right this way. T.K. is it?" inquired the secretary.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Your class is right here, wait here and I'll tell the teacher you have arrived."

"Thank you, ma'am," replied T.K. as she entered the room.

"Don't worry I've made sure that you would be in class with one of your favorite people," said T.S.

"What are you talking about?"

"Well I just figured that since Kuwabara and Yusuke had different classes, so should we, and since you already know so much about Kuwabara and I know so much about Yusuke, well those are the people we should be sticking with." T.K. sighed.

"Only because it's for the mission. But just remember that you owe me."

"T.K., your teacher is ready for you now, my dear," interjected the secretary. "T.S., your class is over here. I'll tell your teacher." They walked further down the hall as T.K. entered her classroom.

T.S. bowed and said, "Thank you ma'am." As the secretary opened the door to her classroom T.S. did a sweep of the kids inside. Oh good, there's Yusuke. I was wearing my helmet yesterday so hopefully he won't realize I'm the person who almost ran him down.

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"Class this is, T.K., she will be joining us this semester on the foreign exchange program, why don't you tell the class about yourself, T.K."

"Okay, well I'm sixt—I mean fourteen years old and I like dogs and… I like to sleep." Kuwabara raised his hand. "Yes?" asked T.K.

"Here's an empty seat, would you like to sit here?" He pointed to a desk next to him.

"Well," said the teacher, "that's not where I was going to put you, but I suppose that will be fine."

T.K. walked over to her seat thinking about how she hated school and how T.S. was going to be very sorry for sticking her here. All through class Kuwabara wouldn't stop staring at her.

TK looked up at the clock. Just 5 minutes till lunch. Kuwabara leaned over to her, "Would you like to join me for lunch?"

T.K. looked over at Kuwabara reluctantly, "Sorry, I'm meeting a friend."

"Oh, you made a friend already? That's good."

"Well actually she transferred here with me from America."

"Oh, two exchange students? That's rare. Why'd you guys come here?"

"Eh, it's a long story."

"I don't mind listening if you feel like telling it." T.K. was saved from answering by the ringing of the lunch bell. She was about to make a mad dash for the door when Kuwabara stopped her.

"Instead of eating with me could I eat with you and your friend?"

"Uh… sure I guess that'd be okay."