A/N:

Hi every one. . This is my Horton hears a who fanfiction! It's AU so Jojo wont be some fluffy who (even though he's adorable xD) Instead he will be a normal teenager . . kind of xD

Jojo sighed when another note was past his way. That made sixteen. He had gotten sixteen love notes in the last twenty minutes of last. He glanced up to stare at the direction it had come from. A small, blonde girl with wide green eyes waved at him frantically. He groaned internally and waved back begrudgingly. She squeaked stupidly and blushed.

School annoyed Jojo, a lot. It wasn't that he didn't like learning, he loved that part. But the girls, they were too much. Girls were always a mystery to him. Even though he had a younger sister he never understood why they always took so long in the bathroom or why they chased after boys. Jojo glanced down at himself and frowned. Why were these girls chasing him? He just didn't get it.

He never spoke to any of the kids his age and none of the boys seemed to like him very much. So he stayed out of their way and just lagged in the back.

"Hey McDodd, got another one for you." Jimmy Le-May, the boy who sat in front of Jojo whispered softly as he passed back another folded paper. Jojo groaned softly. This was going to be a long day.

After being bombarded by six more letters, the bell finally chimed, signalling the end of school. Jojo collected his possessions quickly before he quickly escaped from the classroom of doom. He learned quickly that if he didn't escape quickly, that one of the girls would try to approach him and flirt. He wasn't going through that today.

He made his way towards his locker, which thankfully, wasn't near any of his fan-girls. Jojo really didn't want to hurt any of the girl's feelings, so he decided to read a few of them while he stored away his History book. Jojo opened a small blue paper with a very large and overly designed purple heart on the front. He scanned through it quickly and sighed to himself. This girl said she loved him, but did she really? Or was she confusing real love with mere infatuation?

Jojo shook his head violently and quickly stuffed the letters in the back with the rest. 'Girls' he thought in exasperation as he quickly slammed his locker door shut. He didn't mind girls at all, but none of them like him for him. They all saw him for what he looked like and that annoyed him.

"Hi, Jojo" an annoying, high pitched squeak came from beside him. Jojo turned his head to the voice. There was that blonde girl again; Jojo remembered her name was Taylor. Jojo gave her a very small and polite smile; after all, he wanted to be nice. The girl smiled at her widely, her arms folded behind her back casually as she rocked back on her heels.

"So Jojo, do you have any plans?" Jojo's mouth quirked slightly, he nodded as he slung his bag over his shoulder. Her face fell slightly.

"Oh, is it with another girl?" Jojo fought the urge to smirk and nodded again. It was true, every day after school he always went to pick up his baby sister, Hedi, from preschool.

"Why don't you just dump that girl and come have some fun with me, Jojo?" The annoying blonde purred softly. Jojo's face crumpled at the suggestion and he shook his head firmly.

"Why not?" Taylor whined. "I'm probably a lot prettier then her," Taylor flung herself at the small teenager. Jojo tried to dodge her attack but Taylor quickly latched herself onto Jojo's poor arm.

"Come on, Jojo." Taylor pleaded. Jojo gave her a dangerous look and shook his head one last time.

Taylor shrieked painfully and quickly stormed down the hall way. Jojo watched horrified as she shed her sweet façade and began rampaging down the hall way.

"Move, Loser!" Taylor scolded a girl, pushing her to the ground. Jojo gasped softly and scampered over to help the poor person who was lying in a pile of strewn papers.

As he got closer, Jojo noticed something beautiful about this stranger; this person had long, ashy grey-blonde, almost white hair that fell in a loose braid down her back. Jojo stared at the braid for a while, fascinated at its length, the braid was incredible. It was thick and shiny and hung freely down this person's body and just below their hips. Jojo blushed when he realized he was staring at this random stranger's backside.

Jojo grasped the helpless teenager's arm and slowly began to help her up.

"Thank you," Jojo jumped at the low tone of the voice. He quickly turned to stare at the student he had just helped up and soon found himself blushing in embarrassment. This person was not a girl. From the back it was obvious why Jojo had mistaken. The braid, the slim, sleek body, the long, jean clad legs; anyone with eyes would have thought that. But this person was obviously male, his voice was sweet and raspy and Jojo could tell if this person wanted to try, he could cross-dress and easily pass as a beautiful teenage girl.

Jojo blushed when this stranger boy bent over in front of him and began picking up his discarded papers. Jojo silently walked beside him and started helping.

"A-Ah! You don't have to-" The stranger started but Jojo quickly cut him off with on of his, 'don't bother' looks.

"I-I'm Yuki," The small, fragile blonde spoke. Jojo glanced at him out of the corner of his eyes. Yuki was tall and sleek like an arrow. His skin was pale but maybe a shade or two darker then Jojo's own ghostly complexion. His face was soft and feminine and his eyes. Oh his eyes. Jojo couldn't help but drown in them. They were the palest shade of blue he had ever seen.

"Y-You're Jojo McD-Dodd, right?" Jojo nodded. Yuki laughed and Jojo soon found himself smiling. Which was weird for him, "I g-g-guess the rumours are t-true, you don't t-t-talk."

Jojo made a face and Yuki immediately regretted mentioning Jojo's silent preference. Yuki was having a very hard time thinking with Jojo around. Yuki never hid the fact that he liked boys, but he didn't really want to mention that to this gorgeous creature. Jojo was a vision in black. His hair was long and fell just above his shoulders, his eyes were the cutest shade of brown, and his nose was so adorable he could barely contain himself. And that body, his arms were slim and defined, even under his loose, button up black and gray striped sweat shirt. All the buttons of his sweat shirt were undone and revealed the tight black tank top underneath that clung to his incredible chest. On the bottom, Jojo was poured into a pair of tight, black skinny jeans and high-top chuck taylors.

God, he was beautiful.

"Th-Thank you," Yuki cringed, cursing his speech disorder. He hated the fact that he couldn't get through a sentence with stammering like a fool. Jojo noticed his discomfort and smiled reassuringly. Jojo handed his papers back and mouthed a "sorry".

"F-F-For what?" Yuki asked in confusion, "You didn't p-push me d-down,"

Jojo gave him a questioning look which Yuki immediately caught.

"Oh, m-m-my mother is d-deaf, l-l-lip reading c-comes in handy." Yuki beamed and Jojo felt part of him melt. This boy had such an effect on him. Jojo glanced down at his wrist watch and his face quickly contorted to one of shock. Jojo glanced up and gave Yuki an apologetic look. "gotta go" Jojo mouthed and Yuki smiled.

"No p-p-problem, see y-you around J-J-Jojo McD-Dodd"

Jojo nodded and quickly sprinted towards the exit. He was late. Poor Hedi would be all by herself. Jojo ran as fast as his legs could take him, making a sharp turn into one of the alleys and jumping over a broken fence. When he finally got there, Hedi's kindergarten teacher was still there, obviously worried that he was late.

"Ah Jojo, your late today." Mrs Maxwell, Hedi's white haired teacher commented, Jojo ignored her, because something more important had caught his attention. Hedi, was the light of Jojo's life. Before she was born, Jojo had been all alone but now, Hedi was his world. Hedi has already noticed her big brother and began squealing excitedly.

"Jojo! Jojo here!" Hedi clapped excitedly and Jojo quickly plucked her from the ground and snuggled her into his arms.

"Hedi," Jojo whispered to her quietly, tightening his grip around the small two year old.

"Jojo! You here!" Hedi exclaimed in her usual high-pitched babble. Jojo set her on her feet. Hedi giggled and gently wrapped one of her small hands around Jojo's index finger. Jojo smiled as they slowly began their walk home.

"How was your day?" Jojo asked in a soft, soothing voice that Hedi loved so much.

"Fun! Fun! Jojo's?" Hedi glanced up at Jojo and he felt his heart melt.

"My day was fine, I met someone new."

"New? Who?" Hedi asked with innocent curiosity. "Jojo has new friend?"

"Sort of." Jojo answered mildly.

"What is friend's name?" Hedi asked, excited about possibly meeting someone new.

"Yuki."

"Yuki?" The baby girl spoke softly, testing the name on her tongue. "Yuki pretty?"

Jojo blushed and Hedi giggled.

"Yes, very pretty."

When they finally arrived home, Jojo's parents were both frantically pacing back and forth on the living room, they both sighed loudly when the pair entered the room.

"Oh, Jojo! we were so worried." Jojo's mother, Sally spoke softly.

"Sorry Mama! We talk!" Hedi exclaimed excitedly. Jojo father Ned made a quick beeline towards Jojo and pulled the small teenager into a bone crushing hug. Jojo grunted in response, trying to get out of his fathers deadly grip.

"Oh Jojo, I was so worried about you," Ned flustered; Jojo grunted again as he tried to pull away, legs flailing frantically. Ned was so caught up in fretting over his son that he completely missed the look of complete pain on Hedi's little face.

"Hedi" Jojo mouthed, his eyes widened. He saw a silent tear sweep down her red cheek before she turned to run up the stair case of the large house.

"Gah!" Jojo screamed in annoyance and quickly pushed his father away. He gave him a dangerous look before quickly following Hedi up the stairs. Jojo knew where she would be. He made a beeline towards his room. He opened the door slowly and quickly knelt next to his bed. He lifted the covers and peered underneath.

"Hedi," Jojo whispered. There, sure enough was his baby sister. She always hid under his bed. Maybe because it was big, or just because she knew that Jojo would find her.

"Mama and dada, love Jojo, more then Hedi" Hedi whispered softly and Jojo's heart broke. He lay on his stomach and slowly began to crawl towards the small toddler.

"That's not true." Jojo whispered, comforting his sobbing baby sister. "They love you Darling. Maybe not as much as I love you, but they still love you, Sweetie."

Hedi glanced up at her older brother and smiled sweetly.

"Hedi loves Jojo too," Hedi smiled widely and Jojo chuckled.

"I love you more." Jojo whispered. Hedi giggled.

"Nah-uh! Hedi loves Jojo more then chocolate."

"Oh Yeah? Well, Jojo loves Hedi more then pizza." Hedi giggled, delighted in the game they played whenever Hedi was mad or upset.

"Well, Well, Hedi loves Jojo more then flowers."

"Jojo loves Hedi more then sunsets." Hedi's nose crinkled cutely as she began to think.

"Hedi….Hedi….Hedi loves Jojo more then rainbows!" Jojo laughed and gently patted Hedi's head.

"Hedi, I love you more then the entire galaxy." Hedi frowned as she whined slightly.

"No Fair! Jojo cheat!" Jojo chuckled again and placed a gentle kiss on Hedi's forehead.

"It's not cheating; it's just the plain truth." Hedi beamed up at him and Jojo felt his entire body melt. Jojo went silent. His thoughts began to drift back to that afternoon, when he had met-

"Jojo?" Hedi's voice interrupted his thought. "What? What Jojo thinking bout?"

Jojo turned to smile at Hedi.

"Yuki."

A/N:

Hehe one of my favourite animated movies! Horton hears a who! Hope you liked this . . . I plan on making this very very long hehe.

Well please PLEASE comment . . . thankies