JJ: Haha, this is our failed attempt to re-create YYH with an OC.
Mi-mama: ¬¬
DISCLAIMER: Mi-mama and JJ only own the OCs mentioned (especially JJ :P).
"Ow, move over a scosh, huh?!" I yelled at my sister, Drew. I was in my so-called 'room' in Mexico, and Drew, being the annoying sister she is, she's trying to kick me off my bed.
"Hey, you move over! I'm tryin' to watch TV!" Drew screeched at me. I made a failed attempt to bite her.
"Well Drew, if you haven't noticed, I'm watching my YuYu Hakusho DVDs!" I argued. "So, you can go to Mama's room and watch TV!"
"You always watch YuYu Hack-a-shoe!" Drew yelled angrily, her eyes flaring. I bared my teeth.
"YuYu Hakusho, Smart," I said through gritted teeth.
"Whatever," she said, kicking my back hard. I cried out as I landed face-first into the ugly gray carpet. She succeeded. Damn. "Now, go."
"Love ya, too," I spat out sarcastically. I hit her shoulder before running out of the room.
"YOU BRAT!!" I heard her yell, which caused me to laugh out loud. I ran into the dining room, seeing my mom, Mama.
"Hey Mama," I greeted, pushing my puppy, Someone, off a chair to be seated. Mama didn't answer me. She just stared at her hand. "Hey Mama," I tried again, grinning. She knows that I know that I refuse to give up.
But still, no response. My lips twitched downward. Then, a song played in my head.
"I wake up every evenin'," I sang. Mama looked at me with a funny look. "With a big smile on my face. And it never feels outta place." She growled, knowing that I knew that she hated that song.
"And you're still probably working, at a 9-to-5 pace. I wonder how bad that tastes-"
"OK, you got my attention, JJ. What is it?" Mama asked, very annoyed. I smiled. All-American Rejects, wherever you are, you rock.
"Can I use you and Mi-mama's TV to watch YYH?" I asked, clasping my hands together, looking like I was begging. She rolled her eyes, not responding. Well, damn it. "Please? Please? Please? Pleeeeeeeeaaaaaaaase?" I asked, flashing her a smile.
"Go to the market and get me some tomatoes," Mama said immediately, looking at her hand, "and we'll talk." I cringed. I hated going to the market.
"Fine." I stood up and left to the living room. Mama went back to looking at her hand. Ughh...
As I walked inside the living room, I saw my sister, Shannon, and my great-aunt, Auntie, sitting on the couch, talking.
"Hey all," I greeted as I grabbed my pull-over Air Jordan sweatshirt. They glanced at me before going back to their 'heated' conversation. I groaned. Ever since Shannon got pregnant, I'm ignored all the time. "Latah, hatahs," I said, giving them the peace sign as I opened the door and walked outside.
As I walked towards the market, I saw my next door neighbor, Zakk.
"Yo!" I greeted. He recognized my voice and turned around. He was wearing a black Slipknot sweater. I wrinkled my nose. I liked Slipknot, but I just don't like the sweaters and other things that had to do with Slipknot. It's kinda scary, if you ask me.
"Hey Shawty!" he yelled, waving. I glared at him. I hated it when he called me 'Shawty'. I'm taller than him!!
"You ass," I said in a dark voice, bumping his hip with my hip. He laughed in a perverted way.
"You know I like it rough!" I smacked his head, hard.
"You perv!" I stated, folding my arms. He just laughed. Boys, you can never figure them out! They're like a Rubix Cube. You can try and try, but you can never succeed. Unless you're good at figuring things out, or good at math... Or both.
"Can I help, Senorita?" an accented voice asked from a tomato stand. I turned to stare at him. He was tall, with a thick, bushy, black mustache and tanned skin.
"Yeah, can I get a bag of tomatoes?" I asked before turning my attention to Zakk. "You know, I hate you."
"Mmm-hmm!" He flashed me a smile. I groaned as the man gave me my tomatoes. I gave him the money I owed him before walking away. I sensed Zakk following.
"Zakk, go home."
"I live next door to you."
"... Damn." I rolled my eyes as I crossed a street.
"JJ!!" I turned to look at Zakk, seeing his blue eyes frightened. The wind played with his bleached-blonde hair as he pointed a violently shaking finger at my right.
"Wha-?" I looked east. Then, the sound of tires screeching filled my ears as I felt something hit me with great force. Cracking sounds were heard as a loud thump! hit the tar. I blacked out.
When my eyes flittered open, I had no idea where I was.
"H-huh?" I sat up groggily, looking around. Everything was white. Then, my eyes popped open. "I'm in a hospital?! Damn it!" I screeched, shaking my head in frustration.
"You aren't in a hospital," a chipper tone said from behind me. I whipped around, seeing a girl. She was tall, with crystal blue hair that was in pigtails. Her skin was a translucent color, she wore a snow white gown, and her eyes were an azure color. She also had these huge, silvery wings that expanded, her feet, which were covered with soft-looking white slippers, were off the ground... Or floor... Or whatever.
"... Umm, if I'm rude, ignore, but who the hell are you?" I asked flatly, pointing a finger at her. She smiled, pearls for teeth gleaming.
"I'm an angel. My name is Isadora. But the other angels and God call me Izzy." Isadora. Nice name.
"Really? You're an angel?" I asked bluntly. I didn't believe her, and Izzy seemed to notice.
"Yes, as well as you." I gave her a confused look. "Look down." I obeyed, looking at my clothes. Or what I thought was my clothes. I was in a white gown like Izzy!
"OH ZEUS!!" I screamed, running around in circles. I grabbed my hair and gripped it tightly. Then, for some reason, my eyes popped open. Izzy gave me a strange look as I laughed in a maniac way. I let go of my hair and began to laugh even harder.
"... Umm, JJ?" Izzy asked weakly.
"Izzy, you're funny!" I said, laughing. "You say I'm an angel!" She gave me a horrified look. "Because you think I'm dead!" Izzy sighed sadly, placing a palm on her forehead.
"JJ, you're dead." I laughed again. She sighed as her fingers snapped. In the blink of my eyes, we both stood in a hospital room. ER, to be exact. I looked around, suddenly dead silent. What was with my weird emotions? First I'm angry, then I'm laughing, now I'm silent? Uhh, I hate puberty...
"JJ, look," Izzy said grimly. I looked at the hospital bed, and saw... Myself.
I lay in a bloody heap, glass shards, possibly from whatever hit me, were sticking out of my arms. My eyes were shut, my clothes, even as a spirit, I could smell the blood coming off of myself. And my face, I should mention, looked like hell. There was a scratch that was long, and it looked like an X. Kinda like Kenshin's scar, only my wound was still open.
"I told you, you died from the impact of the car," Izzy said suddenly, causing me to jump. I looked at her, and she gave me a sympathetic look. "Your family is on their way to this hospital. Your buddy, Zakkari, is waiting outside, in the waiting room. He was the one who informed your mother about the accident." I didn't respond. I just looked at my dead body.
"... JJ, I- umm..."
"If you're apologizing, don't even try."
"No, I'm trying to say that, umm... Well, I have to explain to you about angels." She took my hand lightly and she floated up on the hospital roof, with me following. As soon as we sat on the edge of the hospital, our translucent feet dangling from the high roof, I opened my mouth to speak.
"Izzy-"
"JJ, let me explain something," Izzy said sternly. "Angels can... umm... They can, umm..." She turned away. I stared at her.
"Iz, can I ask you somethin'?" She nodded. "Is there anything you angels can do that'll... 'preserve' my soul, or whatever?" For the first time since we got to the hospital, Izzy laughed. It was like hearing bells jingle, or hearing wind chimes in the wind, or even hearing thunder during a storm. Beautiful, one of a kind.
"I-I'm not laughing at you," she said after a fit of giggles. "I think it's cute how you asked that." She turned to me, smiling. Her hands reached to my cheeks and she pinched them, playing around with my cheeks. I laughed nervously.
"I get the cuteness thing from Mama, Mi-mama, and Auntie," I started, "but they've never gone as far as the pinching of the cheeks." Izzy howled with laughter at this. I smirked. "Iz, you never answered my question."
"But only because your question has to do with my explanation," Izzy fired back playfully. I folded my arms as Izzy clamped a hand over her mouth. I knew she would break.
"OK, shoot. What's the deal with angels?" Izzy gulped audibly, twiddling with her thumbs. Her eyes glanced downward, towards the parking lot.
"O-oh look! Your family!" she pointed out.
"Izzy," I said darkly. She sighed in defeat.
"OK, you may not, or you may, believe this, but us angels are like that of genies." I blinked in surprise. This was all she tried to hide from me?
"Well, of course," I said in a disgusted tone. "Genies fly, and so do angels, obviously." I plucked a silver feather off her left wing. "Only difference is angels are free and genies are stuck in magic lamps." Breaking the tension, Izzy laughed again.
"JJ, you're funny," she stated, stroking my black hair. "Actually, genies and angels share another thing in common. Would you like to guess?" I shrugged.
"Sure." I balled up a fist, and placed the fist under my chin. My lips puckered out, my eyebrows scrunched up. I probably looked like a monkey. Izzy giggled at my sight.
As a million thoughts began to race through my mind, I only came up with one conclusion.
"Genies can grant wishes," I grunted. I went back to my normal state. "But I doubt angels-"
"Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, diiiing!" Izzy sang. I smiled widely. I get three wishes!! "Correct. Angels can grant two wishes." My spirits dropped. Only two? ... Well, I can survive on two wishes. "But the third wish that's granted is someone's deepest desire," Izzy said shyly, closing her eyes. "The wish comes from the heart." She gently placed her pointer finger over the spot where my heart was placed.
"... So, I can wish two random things, and have my deepest desire to come true?" I asked confusingly. I obviously didn't get what Izzy was trying to say. She nodded.
"You can wish two things, whatever you would like, and then, your deepest desire comes true."
"Ohh..." I had to think carefully. What should I wish for first- Oh, wait. I know. "Hey Izzy, can my body have a heartbeat?" She tilted her head. "OK, ten heartbeats. That's it." She sighed as she snapped her fingers. A second later, we were back in the ER. A male nurse was covering my body when beeping sounds were heard. He gasped softly.
"Doctor Rodriguez!" the male nurse exclaimed. "The girl! She has a heartbeat!" A few moments later, a doctor came in. The beeping sounds slowed.
"Get the-"
"Already have it, Doc!" The doctor took these two charger-things from a machine. He turned on the machine, and this weird Rrrrrr sound was heard.
"The hell is that?" I asked Izzy. She didn't respond. She was obviously into what was happening. I sighed, knowing she wasn't listening. Instead, I turned my attention to the doctor. He was rubbing the charger-things together and made them hover over my chest. My eyes widened.
"What is gonna do?" I asked Izzy meekly. Before she had the chance to answer, I felt an electrical shock bolt through my soul, causing me to yelp and jerk around. It hurt, and felt weird.
"OW!!" I screamed, nearly falling back. Izzy grabbed my arm.
"Well, I think that takes care of it," she said softly. "You're alive." I gave her a bewildered expression.
"Will, go tell the Jackson family that she's alive!" I heard the doctor yell at the nurse. He nodded, fleeing the room happily.
"... Umm, my 'last' wish," I said quietly, looking at the ground. Everything was happening so fast. So fast, it's like it's not even real.
"What is it, honey?" Izzy asked sweetly.
"I-I... I want them to, no matter what, keep my body alive at all times until I come back," I ordered. Izzy looked surprised before she smirked.
"As you wish." She snapped her fingers, and... nothing happened. I didn't expect that.
"Umm... Now what?" I asked awkwardly. Izzy flashed me her best smile as she held up her pointer finger.
"Your deepest desire shall be granted, of course." As she reached towards my chest, I couldn't help but wonder. What is my deepest desire? Is it to see my dad again? To see my ancestors? What?
Then, I felt a poke at my heart, which caused my life to flash before my eyes. And by my life, I mean my life. It was like a very fast slideshow of my life, from when I was a baby 'til I got hit by the car. And then, I blacked out again.