I didn't know what exactly happen. I was just walking down the dimly lit street with my younger sister. She was going on and on about some anime she got into recently. She kept calling it "Jojo's Bizarre Adventure" or something like that. It was all too confusing to me. Apparent there four animated parts, but currently eight all together in the manga. From what I gather she really likes the third part "Stardust Crusaders" and kept saying that some dude called Kakyoin should have lived and that she thinks it's complete bull. I think I remember the day she seen the episode, she refused to leave her room and only asked for cherries. She hates cherries.
Of course that didn't stop her from watching the show. I will admit I did watch the first few episodes myself just out of curiosity. I myself like the villain Dio. He is exactly my type, which is tragic characters that are good looking. When she found out she swore I wasn't her sister because apparently he kills the love of her life. Whoops? Well not like I'm invested like her.
Right now she was talking about part four, which I was half listening to her. I just heard something about Stands, which I knew a little about, and that they are named after songs? I thought they were named after tarot cards. Well I guess could only name so many after a narrow naming scheme. She keeps talking about some kid named Koichi? She sound likes she really likes him. I guess I should tune in now.
"And his Stand is so cool! It has three acts. Act One is so cute, but I like Act Three is the best! He has his own personality and even talks to Koichi."
"Sounds pretty cool."
"I know right! He even says things in English like Joseph!"
"Joseph is Foxy Grampa, right? Always says 'Oh My God' or something…"
"He's not just Foxy Grandpa! He is the main Jojo in Battle Tendency!"
"He's gay right? I remember you said he was married two men. Good for him."
"He didn't marry them! I told you the Pillarmen put poison rings in his body. They just called them wedding rings."
"Right right. So tell me more about this Koichi guy."
She beamed, her eyes glittering. "He is my favorite! You would like him right away if you watched Diamond is Unbreakable with me. Maybe when Vento Aureo comes out we can watch it together!"
"Sure." I placed my hand on her head and started to mess up her hair. She let an annoyed noise and swatted my hand away. I laughed at her now messy hair.
Just a few street lights ahead was a man standing. His face was shrouded in shadows while the rest of his body was concealed in a large overcoat. He just stood there. As we got closer his hand went to his pocket and seemed to be look for something. I didn't wanted to find out, so I grabbed my sister's hand and I was about to turn us around. Before we could he pulled out a gun and aimed it at my sister. No way in hell I'm gonna let this happen. Just as he was about to pulled the trigger I pushed her out of the way. I heard the shot and then a scream.
Next thing I knew I was on the concrete sidewalk and my sister leaning over me crying. I couldn't make out what she was saying. Everything hurts like hell. Maybe I should rest my eyes for a bit. Everything was so dark.
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White.
Everything became white.
I was pulled from the darkness into the light. Was I alive? I don't understand. I was scared. I wanted to scream. I am screaming, but all I can hear is the wails of a baby. Why was there a baby here? I can hear people cooing at me, but why are they doing this? I tried to open my eyes, but I was blinded by the fluorescent light. Everything was a blur and all I could make out was vaguely human shapes, and the feeling of being held.
They were holding me. One of the human blobs was cradling me as if I were a baby. But that couldn't be right. I was already twenty and certainly not the size of an infant. I tried to calm down to think this through. As I did I was able to hear the conversation between the blobs. It wasn't English. These people were speaking in a language I didn't know, but it somehow sounded so familiar. Then I was handed off to a different blob, one that stood out from the others. My eyes started readjust and I got a better look of my new surroundings. Above me was a woman. She was the most beautiful woman I've seen. Long blonde hair, shining eyes that were the same blue as the sky. She had skin that was too pale to be considered healthy, and a smile was so dazzling I was nearly blinded again.
She spoke. It was the same language as the others, but it was much slower and was heavily accented. She kept smiling and looking at me so lovingly. I hardly knew her and I felt I didn't deserve to be looked at that way. Damnit, my eyes are starting to sting. My head hurts. I was still trying to figure out everything. Then the beeping from the machine she was connected to grew slower.
"Aishiteru." She said while her voice was growing distant. She started to close her eyes and the machine began to flat line. I was removed from her arms and was whisked away. I caught a glimpse of them trying to resuscitate her, but the look on the woman's face looks peaceful.
I was brought into a room with more babies in plastic boxes. They were sleeping soundly, their soft snoring the only proof they were still alive. It was in the quietness where I finally got my bearings. Then the answers came to me naturally.
I was baby just born. I was reborn as a baby. I'm in a place where the people here don't speak English. I thought back to that woman's last words to me. Aishiteru. I know that phrase. It was Japanese. I know this because I use to watch those romance animes when I was younger. That phrase was something that shouldn't be taken lightly. It usually reserved for people who have been married for a few years. Thanks to this word I was certain of one thing. I was in Japan, which I couldn't decide if I should be happy or horrified by. But more importantly I was certain of was that woman gave up her life for mine. No. She wasn't some woman. She was my new mother. I won't cheapen what she has done. I only wish I knew her name.
It wasn't until hours later that I met with the person was to be my father. He was good looking Japanese man, with his black hair and eyes. His looks kind of reminded me of this actor I saw once in a Japanese drama my sister loved to watch on Netflix. In his suit he looked to be in his late twenties, his hair slicked back in a professional manner. The moment he he rushed to me and held me in his arms, he started to cry. He spoke to me in a relieved tone, but it was all just muffled Japanese. I knew then and there that I wanted him to have a happy life and I'll do everything in my power to make sure. Now that his wife is gone, I'm all he's got.
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It has been five months since my birth and I've learned my new name was Risette Sagasushin. I like it. I felt it suited me somehow. I've already started talking after about the first four months, "Dad" being my first word, which soon evolved into broken sentences. I began walking on my own soon after. I decided it was much easier to not to hold myself, because no one really bats an eyelash at a five month old here. My new father seemed really happy at my advancement. He likes to brag about me around our town, Morioh Cho, which sounded vaguely familiar. Dad was raised here and it's also where he met my mother when they were both in college, who's name I now know as Angela. She grew up in New York but came down here for an exchange program. They fell in love and Mom moved here with Dad and the rest was history.
Dad always talks about her. He always says I will look like her when I grow up. I mentally fist pumped at the news. Of course going through the process of a little thing called puberty is going to be hell, but at least I get to become a bombshell like her. Though now I'm wondering if suffering the awkward teen years will be worth it
For now I'll just enjoy my lack of responsibilities and days filled with much needed naps. I've never been one to stress about the future, and I don't want to start now. Besides this town, Morioh seem to be very peaceful, and Papa wants me to meet the family of the man he looked up to. I haven't seen him this excited in a while. I hope they're nice.
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Dressed in my best blue dress, my dad made sure I was secure in his arms the entire walk to the estate were visiting. Throughout our stroll Father talked about the people we were visiting. They're an older couple with a teenage son that doesn't like to stand out much. They sound pretty normal to me, so I be relaxed. When we made it to their estate it gave a very traditional vibe. It seemed like a pleasant place to raise a family, but other than that nothing stood out.
As Dad rang the doorbell and waited for an answer, an elderly couple opened the door. They greeted us with smiles on their faces, behind them was a boy who seemed to be at least in his teens, wearing a school uniform. He was taller than his parents, and wore a calm expression. The moment I saw his face, I swore my little heart skipped a beat. He was so good looking with his wavy blond hair and blue eyes. His high cheekbones and soft lips. I couldn't rip my gaze from him.
"Ah, it seems my cute Rise is interested in your Yoshikage, Mr. Kira."
I was snapped out of my trance the moment my Dad said my name. I was already out of the car and in his arms when I stopped my staring at the Japanese boy. The couple laughed as my father pointed it out. Yoshikage, the boy I stared, didn't seem to care and simply went back inside. His parents followed suit and so did my dad with me in his arms. Inside, our parents began to catch up. They were speaking too fast for me to understand, and to be honest I was already feeling tired trying to translate what they are saying. The father must have saw this and called his son over. Next thing I know I'm in the arms of the teenager I've been making eyes at.
He took me to the backyard and sat me down in the middle of the lawn, while he went back to the screen door. It was connected to the living room our parents were currently bonding in. He sat in front of the door and opened up a hard bond book. I couldn't make out the title, but on the cover was the Mona Lisa, so I assumed it was some type of art book. While he sat there and read through the pages I began to stare again. I thought since I was already caught, might as well keep doing it. He didn't seem to care as long as I didn't bother him.
My adult mind kept going back to just how pretty this boy is. I'm surprised myself, seeing these features, from what I can tell, on a full blooded Japanese boy. After all besides my mother, everyone here either had black or brown hair and eyes and it sounds shallow of me, but it's get boring looking at them. He is probably the most good looking boy in this town. What was that word that meant pretty? Kirei? Yeah, that word really suits him.
I must have said it out loud cause now he's looking at me. My cheeks turned red as I tried to cover my face with these tiny hands. God, what is wrong with me. I'm a twenty year old in a baby's body making bedroom eyes at a teenager. This is just getting too bizarre for my tastes. I want to crawl in a hole and stay in there forever.
"Rise."
An unfamiliar voice called out to me. I looked up and still saw Yoshikage still staring at me. I assumed the voice before belonged to him, and what a nice voice it was. One more reason to add to my swooning for him. He had put his book down and jester me to come over to him. I was hesitant at first, but I eventually waddled my way over to him. As I tried to crawl onto the wooden platform, Yoshikage picked my up and place me beside him. He lifted up the book and just went back to looking at the written. As he swept through the pages he lifted up his hand and started petting my head. It was then I thanked whatever God ruled this place for this body of mine.
From what I could read from over his shoulder, this book was basically explaining well known pieces of art and their inspirations. Yoshikage would skip anything that wasn't about a piece with a woman in it, which was at least half the book. He finally stopped when we came across a Leonardo da Vinci piece. Lady with an Ermine was the title of the section and it had the portrait printed on a different page than the text. When I finished reading about the artwork I waited for him to turn the page. I waited a minute or two before turning to what he was looking at. He staring intensely at the artwork.
I looked at the artwork itself to see what could have caught his eye. My first thought was her face. It was a pretty face, with white skin and dark eyes. The more I looked at it the more I thought it was the case, so to prove my point I spoke up.
"She pretty."
He broke from his own trance and looked at me as if he was unsure how to answer. Then he smiled a sort of secretive smile with an unsettling feeling. "Yes. She's very pretty."
Our time together ended shortly after that, with my father coming out to reclaim me. He promised we'll come back again to visit. I bid farewell to the Kiras. They smiled as we left with Yoshikage in the background.
Hello Everyone! Welcome to my first JJBA fanfic. I was really inspired by Browny Pink's The State of Dreaming. Which if you haven't yet check it out!
I wanted to do one of my own since I didn't see a lot of OC fanfics for JJBA. I love Jojo, and I really like Yoshikage Kira. I hope can do his character justice.
I'm never really confident when it comes to portraying characters correctly, but if any of the characters seem OOC, please tell me!
As well as if you had any suggestions on the stories direction.
Doe Senpai
