Authors Note: Heya! It's ya boi SpookersKookers, a newbie here in the fanfiction business. Wanted to try my hand in writing a story about one of my favorite animes: JJBA. This story however is not centered around the canon characters tho. Its full of original characters made by me and in the future maybe some other people too.
The setting of the story is somewhere in good ol 'Murica (FUCK YEAH). You don't need to know exactly where, it's not important to the story. Lets call the city Lucky City.
So leave a review because that would really help me in developing as a better writer.
Thanks and enjoy the first chapter!
Chapter 1: Bizarre Morning
A teenage boy sat groggily at the foot of his bed, he scratched his messy black hair as he let out an annoyed growl. Early mornings were never to his liking at first but depending on the specific events, it won't be much of a bother; soon he'll start to warm up to it.
He lazily gathered his clothes for school: a black and gray striped v neck t-shirt, maroon pants, and a pair of gray Nike shoes.
Before showering however, he brought with him his cellphone and browsed some 'Dank Memes'. A term that meant so much to the boy whereas the people around him have absolutely no idea what it is, he'd call these people grudgingly 'Normies'.
After finishing up his nice hot shower and putting on clothes, the adolescent now fully a wake slicked his hair to the right side of his head with gel as he examined himself in the mirror. His face having a few Acne.
"Pussy Destroyer…" he chuckled to himself.
He then left the room grabbing his marine blue backpack and brown rectangular rimmed eyeglasses. On the way to the dining table he ran into his mom who was combing her shoulder length brown hair.
"Good morning, Jerico~" she greeted her son in a tone you would use on a baby.
"Mornin', what's for breakfast?"
"Ahhhh…. I think it's half cooked eggs and hotdog" she said as she continued to shape her hair.
"Thanks" he mumbled then continued his way towards the food. Jerico was never much of a talker to his family primarily because he felt awkward around them, there really is no specific reason to this. Although to his friends they knew him far better than anyone of his relatives, he's more comfortable to open up to them.
The ride to school is usually a quiet trip, with him sitting in the back of his family's white 2010 Montero Sport; a gift his aunt gave to his father. Sitting next to him were his little brother and next to him was his older sister. 9 and 17 respectively, he's 15. At the front seats were his mom who was applying her makeup and his dad driving.
Jerico looked at his blue G-Shock watch, 7:30 it flashed.
He relaxed in his seat as he slid further down and pushed his knees up against the back of his mom's seat. Judging by the time he wasn't going to be late so he was free to get lost in his imagination, absent-mindedly looking out of his side of the car window watching the cars, people and houses they pass by.
"Ma, ma, ma" his sister tapped on her mother's left shoulder.
"Mmmm?" she replied not taking her eyes off her makeup mirror.
"After school can I go to a friend's house? Please?"
"Ask your father."
"Dad?"
"No."
His sister made a noise of disappointment.
"Why? It's for a project." She pouted.
"There's a maniac shooting at people with a bow and arrow."
"What? Really?"
"Yep, just heard it on the radio today," He overtook a few cars and skillfully swerved to avoid the other cars in the opposite lane "Apparently he's a fellow who's been breaking into homes and targeting random people in public. Only a few survived those incidents, about 8 people died while 3 lived, all in one night."
"Why a bow and arrow though," Jerico interjected "What? Is he too sophisticated and hipster to use a gun or a knife?"
His father shrugged, honking at a car that abruptly stopped in the middle of the road.
"Like I said, maniac. From now on every night we make sure we lock the doors and windows, don't go outside without my permission nor your mother's and after having our permission you should have a guardian with you- What is that car doing? It's blocking the whole road god damnit!"
In front of them was an old run-down maroon colored station wagon with some of its paint already peeling off. Numerous dents covered the exterior while it belched pitch black smoke. Suddenly a man kicked his way out of the car's door, spilling out dozens of bottles of booze in the process. Upon closer inspection the man wore an oversized towel coat coat full of holes over a bile and alcohol stained green shirt and just a gray underwear to cover his shame. The animal of a man then promptly emptied his stomach on the pavement whilst angrily shouting something about "those damn hookers."
Everyone in the car fell silent at the man, and everyone else near the scene, a mother who was walking her children to school frantically covered their eyes and hurriedly pushed them away.
"Mama look! A hobo!" One of them pointed at the man.
"Yes dear, now don't make eye contact. Last time you did one of them threw a bag of their shit at us." She said the last part under breath.
"Hey!" a man behind Jerico's family's car yelled "get off the road asshole!"
The unruly man fixed his gaze on the one who shouted, his glare as fierce as a predator finding prey.
"Shut the hell up, your voice is annoying." He growled as he scratched his long dirty hair and goatee.
Wait, long dirty hair and a goatee? The man scrambled to his car's sideview mirror and took a good hard look at himself.
"It can't be…How?" he thought.
"Great, now we got another psycho," Jerico's father remarked "this is the reason why you kids should study hard or else you'd end up like that guy."
Jerico and his siblings nodded, whenever his parents, uncle, aunt, and grandma would see a person with a less than fortunate life they'd sermon the kids about the importance of education. But he can tell they were directing their warnings particularly to him. Jerico's sister, Marie is top of her class and a member of the student council at that, she's almost finishing her senior years at high school and pursuing a medical course in college.
His little brother, Zachary has a speech disorder, Jerico didn't know the exact details because of his disinterest at the time when they took Zachary to a check-up years ago. During his time with him however he observed that his sibling would constantly ask questions about things whose answers he either knows or is painfully obvious.
Lastly about himself, he's an average boy that got average grades. Although his Math is a much different and touchy subject. Jerico closed his eyes, he'll wait for the whole situation on the road to resolve itself.
The people on the road are starting to get impatient and angry. They had places to bee and some sure to-be drug user was causing a large traffic.
"This…this is the guy-" The ragged man said as he continued staring at his reflection, gripping the mirror in disbelief.
"You, useless life wasting piece of shit! I told you to get your shitty car and your shitty ass out of the road!" The man in the car from before yelled again while sticking his head out of the window. A sickening crunch is then heard startling Jerico awake and then followed by a scream from him, his parents and sister, and the other people stuck in traffic.
The sideview mirror of the station wagon owned by the unkempt man was ripped off its mounting and launched with great force and speed at the still-yelling person in the car. It embedded deeply in the middle of his skull, the momentum throwing the now dead body out of the car's window and onto the ground. Blood splattered in huge spurts on the car door and pavement, the eyeballs falling out of their sockets.
Jerico screamed obscenities at no one, his sister terrified; covered Zachary's eyes who asked what was going on. His mother shrieked at her husband to take them away from here.
He gladly obliged as he stepped on the gas and maneuvered over the station wagon, careful not to hit anyone especially THAT man.
The trip to school was silent after that.
But Jerico's whole life being not so silent anymore after this bizarre day.
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At the entrance to his school two of his closest friends waited for him, Michael and Lincoln. Michael is a chubby black skinned teen about 5"7 tall and of Japanese descent, he may look unfit but he's a powerhouse to be reckoned with. He wore a camouflage shirt and green shorts, his black hair also styled like Jerico's: slicked to the right with gel.
Lincoln has a lighter shade of dark skin than Michael making Jerico the only white skin of the bunch. Lincoln is a short skinny looking teenager that can run abnormally fast but had little control over his speed. Like Jerico he also wore glasses but with a bigger rim and dark in color. His clothing consisted of a simple red and white striped polo and denim pants.
"Oi, Babes we've been waiting for so long you piece of shit don't you have an alarm clock huhuouououou?" Micheal yodeled out the last word.
It's a running joke between the three of them that Michael has claimed both Jerico and Lincoln as girlfriends, they went to as far as holding each other's hands and making seductive jokes to each other that would be followed by laughing soon after. 'It's not gay if you say no homo' is their only defense.
"I watched someone get murdered in traffic." Jerico robotically responded.
Michael and Lincoln's eyes widened.
"Woah, holy shit dude. Are you alright?" Lincoln asked concerned.
"You're not shitting with us?" Michael added.
"No, I'm not-" Images of the mangled head of the murdered man flashed into his mind, a sight that instantly made Jerico puke near the bushes. Lincoln came to his aid by rubbing his back and whispering some words of assurance. After vomiting, Michael handed him his bottle of water to which Jerico took gratefully.
"Thanks, this is one of the few times you care about me." He weakly smiled at Michael.
"Deadass, I care about you all the time."
They then entered school together with Jerico giving more details on how it happened to the best of understanding.
Across the road from school stood a young girl about 18 years old, she has light blonde hair tied into two pigtails and blue eyes. She wore a bright pink unbuttoned uniform and a loose red necktie with the knot resembling a heart over a white tank top, a miniskirt, knee socks and leather shoes. Her height is about 6 feet and of slender build, and what looks to be b-cup breasts.
A crazy glint shines in her eyes as she examines the school.
"I can feel it," she cooed "the residents of these school must be what you're looking for right? No wonder you're itching to pierce someone now."
In her hands was a simple bow but a menacing arrow that vibrated with growing intensity.
TO BE CONTINUED…