Run to Me
Written by: P.G. and Jesscheaux
Disclaimer: We did not invent, nor do we own, Yu Yu Hakusho or any of the characters save for Jenny and Jess who are our own characters that we created. We also do not own the song "Run to Me" by Clay Aiken.
Author's notes: Hello all! I'm P.G.! Jenny if you like. The idea for this fic had been swimming around in my head for quite sometime, but I had no idea on how to write it since the entire story save the beginning would be in the YYH dimension.. So I got together with Jesscheaux, the master at YYH. She's an awesome writer and thanks to her we've got this thing on a roll! You must go read some of her fics, they're hilarious!
Jesscheaux here! I'm so excited about this co-write! Be sure to check out the series that this story stems from called 'Twisted Dimensions' and it's sequel 'Twisted 2 Dimensions' Jenny is an awesome authoress and we're going to have A LOT of fun writing this! Thanks for reading, and Enjoy! ____________________________________________________________________________ __________
You know those mornings when you have that feeling that you shouldn't t wake up at all? Where you know you should just roll back over and forget about your plans for the day?
That's what this morning felt like. Something was terribly wrong and I could feel it. Something about being an authoress you always can tell when something bad is going to happen...a sort of impending doom on the world.
I cracked my eyes to the sunlight streaming in. The funny thing was, the sunlight wasn t warm as it always was on the Lookout.
I laid in the bed a bit longer blinking my eyes to get rid of the sleep that stayed. I realized then that the bed was rather empty. I sat up quickly and noticed that the room was void of Piccolo, my husband. In fact, the room looked too well kept. No old clothes littered the carpeted floor, no shoes waiting to be worn next to the door.
Nothing looked as if it had been touched in a while, yet no dust had settled. The bed I was in at the moment looked as if someone had remade it while I was sleeping, "Piccolo?"
I threw the covers off me and I stood, stretching out my back and I heard a few bones pop. I went to the closet to find some clothes for the day, but when I opened it, I found it bare. Nothing was in it.
Not even extra bed sheets.
My eyes narrowed, in confusion and anger, "Is this some kind of a joke?"
I shook my head, Piccolo wasn't one to play pranks...that was more reserved for Trunks or Goten.
Well, I didn't need a closet full of clothes when I had my entire imagination at my disposal. I waved a hand over myself and in an instant I felt ready for the day. It felt as if I had just gotten out of the shower, but my hair wasn't wet.
My favorite outfit had appeared on my body. Green cargo jeans, black sweater, my silver choker, and my plain, brown boots.
Something seemed to be missing though. My hand went to the left to fiddle with my wedding band...only to find it was gone.
My eyes narrowed and I waved my hand over it. Nothing happened. O.k., something was off.
I opened the door to outside and walked around. The air felt different, cooler than it should have been for nine in the morning. In fact, one could almost call the feeling...unfamiliar...
I bit my lip and turned a corner to spot Piccolo meditating at the edge of Dende's Lookout, "Piccolo, there's something weird going on today. Does anything feel strange to you?"
I walked over to him, I knew he wouldn't answer by yelling an answer over to me. As I neared, I didn't hear an answer at all, "Piccolo?"
No reply, not even a twitch. I walked in front of him, "Are you listening to me?"
His face was in smooth concentration. If he had been angry with me, his eyes would be narrowed, "Piccolo?"
Worry crept into my voice, no mistaking. I reached out and grasped one of Piccolo s hands, "What s happening?!"
I felt it, or rather I didn't feel it. Piccolo' s wedding ring was gone too.
I swallowed my fear, but heard a familiar humming. I looked up to see Mister Popo tending to the gardens, singing a little tune as he went. I ran over to him, Mister Popo talked to me no matter what, "Mister Popo, do you know what s going on around here? Did I... "
Mister Popo just walked by as if I was as important as wallpaper.
Panic swept over me in waves, "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!"
No reaction from Mister Popo or Piccolo.
"Fanfiction.net will know what s going on...," I muttered to myself as I opened a portal, "This is just some big joke everyone is in on to see if I make an ass of myself."
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Soon standing in the familiar white-walled corridors of Fanfiction.net, realization hit me like a ton of lead.
No one was paying attention to me.
I ran towards the familiar room of Catgirl. Joke or not, she'd tell me what was going on.
I raised a fist to knock on the door, but it swung open. I looked around the white room. Nothing in it but a desk with a couple of framed photos.
I walked over to them to have a look.
One, of course, was of Cell and Catgirl herself the day before their wedding. Catgirl had jumped into Cell's arms and had her own arms wrapped around his neck. The person taking the picture or Catgirl must have said something funny because Cell had a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
There was another one of the day of their wedding.
I looked over it, but this one was wrong, I should have been standing next to Catgirl with Piccolo at my side. This one was just of every one of the authors that had been there.
Except Piccolo and myself.
The tears had formed in my eyes and before I knew it, they were falling onto my cheeks, "This is not happening...."
I sank into Catgirl's chair, "What had happened?" Tears kept falling as I thought. There was a terrible emptiness forming, burning into my very soul. No longer whole.
Something had happened, I was no longer married to my Namek. I was no longer a memory. I was no longer a part of this world.
I was no longer.
I cried then. I cried until no more tears would come out. Sobbing, my eyes raked over the desk and the pictures once more.
My eyes went back to the picture and landed on another figure in the picture...well make that two.
Jesscheaux and Kuwabara. I bit my lip and wiped my eyes dry with the back of my hand. Thoughts ran through my head. It was worth a shot to go. I literally had nothing to lose.
I had already lost it, perhaps if I go there...
I didn't think twice as I strode over to the portals. I was headed to the Yu Yu Hakusho dimension. It was my last hope.
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I stood over the stove, doing my best to flip a pancake. It, however, had other ideas. I frowned at my ruined masterpiece as it started burning in the pan.
"ARGH!" I groaned in frustration, this was the 10th one in a row that had been ruined. I never thought I'd actually see the day when I was cooking voluntarily. For someone other than myself anyway.
"KUWABARA!!!" I yelled upstairs for my husband to come down already and at least try to help me.
"I'll be down in a minute!" he yelled back a second later.
Funny, even though I was now a Kuwabara, Jesscheaux Kuwabara to be exact, I still called him by his last name. Our last name. Of course it wasn't always like that. We'd address each other as Mr. Kuwabara and Mrs. Kuwabara sometimes and of course I'd use his given name, but just plain Kuwabara sounded better to me.
I thought back upon the moment we'd first met. I'd practically been stalking him. Ok, so I WAS stalking him. I couldn't help it! I was a rabid fangirl.! Some people thought I crazy. Why didn't I like one of the others? But no, Kuwabara had stolen my heart and he didn't even know it.
He did find out though as you can see. I smiled as I thought about our wedding day. Happiest day of my life and that's no lie. Everyone was there. Even Hiei.that stupid little shrimp of a demon.anyway I'm getting off of the subject! Where was I?
Oh yes, breakfast.
"KUWABARA I'M NOT GOING TO SAY IT AGAIN!" I yelled, a bit more impatient this time.
He came lumbering down the stairs, ruffling his already messed up hair. He looked like he had just woken up, and of course he had. I rolled my eyes, "About time you got up. See if I ever wake up early and make breakfast for you again." I teased.
He chuckled slightly as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I turned my head to give him a good morning kiss.
"That smells good." He said, trying to peer over my shoulder.
"I hope it does, because it doesn't LOOK good."
"Heh! I'll eat whatever you cook, Jessi."
"It's either that or go hungry." I winked at him.
He smiled again as we started eating. I poured some more coffee for him and started cleaning up after I was finished.
"Hey sweetheart?" I asked him suddenly as an idea popped into my head.
"Yes?" he answered, his mouth still full.
"I was thinking. When was the last time we saw the guys?"
"The guys? You mean Urameshi, Kurama, and the Shrimp right?"
"Those are the ones!"
"Uh..I dunno, it's been awhile." He said thoughtfully.
"I was thinking we should invite them over tonight for dinner and dessert. How's that sound?"
"Are you going to be cooking?"
"Duh!"
"I quake in fear."
"Are you saying my cooking is bad?!"
"Uh..no no no no no! Oh nevermind! I'll start calling everybody, and get Kurama to get in touch with Shorty. He's almost impossible to locate."
"It's a plan!" I said excitedly and started getting out my recipe books and making a shopping list.
THAT EVENING:
The guests were showing up one by one. First came The Urameshi's, Yusuke and Keiko. Kurama soon followed, and handed me a bouquet of beautiful red roses, compliments of his personal garden.
"Thank you, Kurama, they're lovely!" I said as I placed them in a vase of fresh water.
Then the person I wasn't really looking forward to seeing appeared.
Hiei Jaganshi, fire demon Extraordinare.
Something about him always bugged me. That apathetic attitude, his snide remarks, his thoughtless jabs at my husband... he always seemed to be hiding something too, like a big secret he wasn't going to let anyone in on.
Alas, we never COULD get along, but I wouldn't dream of leaving him out of the Spirit Detectives get-together.
"Hello Hiei." I said rather snidely.
"Hn." Was the only response I was able to get out of him.
I ran back to the kitchen while my guests made themselves at home. I was putting the finishes touches on the cake I made and I could hear loud banter from Urameshi and Kuwabara in the living room.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
There was a sudden rapping on our front door; everyone I had invited was there already, and I wondered who this unexpected visitor could be.
"Kuwabara, would you get that for me?" I asked, still working on my cake.
"Sure Honey!" he yelled back and I could hear his footsteps going towards the door.
Seconds later, he called for me to come out of the kitchen, "Jessi! There's someone here to see you!"
"Hm? I padded out of the kitchen and down the hall. The front door was wide open and standing in it was Jenny.
My eyes lit up with pleasant surprise until I noticed the look on her face. It looked like there had been a death in the family or something worse or equally bad had happened.
"Jenny?! What's wrong?" I called out as I ran to meet her.
It was then that tears started pouring from her eyes. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Evil cliffy, but there is more coming, it's all in the works. I'm going to go type on the next part right now. Hope ya enjoyed, tell us what ya think!
P.G. & Jesscheaux
Written by: P.G. and Jesscheaux
Disclaimer: We did not invent, nor do we own, Yu Yu Hakusho or any of the characters save for Jenny and Jess who are our own characters that we created. We also do not own the song "Run to Me" by Clay Aiken.
Author's notes: Hello all! I'm P.G.! Jenny if you like. The idea for this fic had been swimming around in my head for quite sometime, but I had no idea on how to write it since the entire story save the beginning would be in the YYH dimension.. So I got together with Jesscheaux, the master at YYH. She's an awesome writer and thanks to her we've got this thing on a roll! You must go read some of her fics, they're hilarious!
Jesscheaux here! I'm so excited about this co-write! Be sure to check out the series that this story stems from called 'Twisted Dimensions' and it's sequel 'Twisted 2 Dimensions' Jenny is an awesome authoress and we're going to have A LOT of fun writing this! Thanks for reading, and Enjoy! ____________________________________________________________________________ __________
You know those mornings when you have that feeling that you shouldn't t wake up at all? Where you know you should just roll back over and forget about your plans for the day?
That's what this morning felt like. Something was terribly wrong and I could feel it. Something about being an authoress you always can tell when something bad is going to happen...a sort of impending doom on the world.
I cracked my eyes to the sunlight streaming in. The funny thing was, the sunlight wasn t warm as it always was on the Lookout.
I laid in the bed a bit longer blinking my eyes to get rid of the sleep that stayed. I realized then that the bed was rather empty. I sat up quickly and noticed that the room was void of Piccolo, my husband. In fact, the room looked too well kept. No old clothes littered the carpeted floor, no shoes waiting to be worn next to the door.
Nothing looked as if it had been touched in a while, yet no dust had settled. The bed I was in at the moment looked as if someone had remade it while I was sleeping, "Piccolo?"
I threw the covers off me and I stood, stretching out my back and I heard a few bones pop. I went to the closet to find some clothes for the day, but when I opened it, I found it bare. Nothing was in it.
Not even extra bed sheets.
My eyes narrowed, in confusion and anger, "Is this some kind of a joke?"
I shook my head, Piccolo wasn't one to play pranks...that was more reserved for Trunks or Goten.
Well, I didn't need a closet full of clothes when I had my entire imagination at my disposal. I waved a hand over myself and in an instant I felt ready for the day. It felt as if I had just gotten out of the shower, but my hair wasn't wet.
My favorite outfit had appeared on my body. Green cargo jeans, black sweater, my silver choker, and my plain, brown boots.
Something seemed to be missing though. My hand went to the left to fiddle with my wedding band...only to find it was gone.
My eyes narrowed and I waved my hand over it. Nothing happened. O.k., something was off.
I opened the door to outside and walked around. The air felt different, cooler than it should have been for nine in the morning. In fact, one could almost call the feeling...unfamiliar...
I bit my lip and turned a corner to spot Piccolo meditating at the edge of Dende's Lookout, "Piccolo, there's something weird going on today. Does anything feel strange to you?"
I walked over to him, I knew he wouldn't answer by yelling an answer over to me. As I neared, I didn't hear an answer at all, "Piccolo?"
No reply, not even a twitch. I walked in front of him, "Are you listening to me?"
His face was in smooth concentration. If he had been angry with me, his eyes would be narrowed, "Piccolo?"
Worry crept into my voice, no mistaking. I reached out and grasped one of Piccolo s hands, "What s happening?!"
I felt it, or rather I didn't feel it. Piccolo' s wedding ring was gone too.
I swallowed my fear, but heard a familiar humming. I looked up to see Mister Popo tending to the gardens, singing a little tune as he went. I ran over to him, Mister Popo talked to me no matter what, "Mister Popo, do you know what s going on around here? Did I... "
Mister Popo just walked by as if I was as important as wallpaper.
Panic swept over me in waves, "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?!"
No reaction from Mister Popo or Piccolo.
"Fanfiction.net will know what s going on...," I muttered to myself as I opened a portal, "This is just some big joke everyone is in on to see if I make an ass of myself."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Soon standing in the familiar white-walled corridors of Fanfiction.net, realization hit me like a ton of lead.
No one was paying attention to me.
I ran towards the familiar room of Catgirl. Joke or not, she'd tell me what was going on.
I raised a fist to knock on the door, but it swung open. I looked around the white room. Nothing in it but a desk with a couple of framed photos.
I walked over to them to have a look.
One, of course, was of Cell and Catgirl herself the day before their wedding. Catgirl had jumped into Cell's arms and had her own arms wrapped around his neck. The person taking the picture or Catgirl must have said something funny because Cell had a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.
There was another one of the day of their wedding.
I looked over it, but this one was wrong, I should have been standing next to Catgirl with Piccolo at my side. This one was just of every one of the authors that had been there.
Except Piccolo and myself.
The tears had formed in my eyes and before I knew it, they were falling onto my cheeks, "This is not happening...."
I sank into Catgirl's chair, "What had happened?" Tears kept falling as I thought. There was a terrible emptiness forming, burning into my very soul. No longer whole.
Something had happened, I was no longer married to my Namek. I was no longer a memory. I was no longer a part of this world.
I was no longer.
I cried then. I cried until no more tears would come out. Sobbing, my eyes raked over the desk and the pictures once more.
My eyes went back to the picture and landed on another figure in the picture...well make that two.
Jesscheaux and Kuwabara. I bit my lip and wiped my eyes dry with the back of my hand. Thoughts ran through my head. It was worth a shot to go. I literally had nothing to lose.
I had already lost it, perhaps if I go there...
I didn't think twice as I strode over to the portals. I was headed to the Yu Yu Hakusho dimension. It was my last hope.
~*~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
I stood over the stove, doing my best to flip a pancake. It, however, had other ideas. I frowned at my ruined masterpiece as it started burning in the pan.
"ARGH!" I groaned in frustration, this was the 10th one in a row that had been ruined. I never thought I'd actually see the day when I was cooking voluntarily. For someone other than myself anyway.
"KUWABARA!!!" I yelled upstairs for my husband to come down already and at least try to help me.
"I'll be down in a minute!" he yelled back a second later.
Funny, even though I was now a Kuwabara, Jesscheaux Kuwabara to be exact, I still called him by his last name. Our last name. Of course it wasn't always like that. We'd address each other as Mr. Kuwabara and Mrs. Kuwabara sometimes and of course I'd use his given name, but just plain Kuwabara sounded better to me.
I thought back upon the moment we'd first met. I'd practically been stalking him. Ok, so I WAS stalking him. I couldn't help it! I was a rabid fangirl.! Some people thought I crazy. Why didn't I like one of the others? But no, Kuwabara had stolen my heart and he didn't even know it.
He did find out though as you can see. I smiled as I thought about our wedding day. Happiest day of my life and that's no lie. Everyone was there. Even Hiei.that stupid little shrimp of a demon.anyway I'm getting off of the subject! Where was I?
Oh yes, breakfast.
"KUWABARA I'M NOT GOING TO SAY IT AGAIN!" I yelled, a bit more impatient this time.
He came lumbering down the stairs, ruffling his already messed up hair. He looked like he had just woken up, and of course he had. I rolled my eyes, "About time you got up. See if I ever wake up early and make breakfast for you again." I teased.
He chuckled slightly as he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. I turned my head to give him a good morning kiss.
"That smells good." He said, trying to peer over my shoulder.
"I hope it does, because it doesn't LOOK good."
"Heh! I'll eat whatever you cook, Jessi."
"It's either that or go hungry." I winked at him.
He smiled again as we started eating. I poured some more coffee for him and started cleaning up after I was finished.
"Hey sweetheart?" I asked him suddenly as an idea popped into my head.
"Yes?" he answered, his mouth still full.
"I was thinking. When was the last time we saw the guys?"
"The guys? You mean Urameshi, Kurama, and the Shrimp right?"
"Those are the ones!"
"Uh..I dunno, it's been awhile." He said thoughtfully.
"I was thinking we should invite them over tonight for dinner and dessert. How's that sound?"
"Are you going to be cooking?"
"Duh!"
"I quake in fear."
"Are you saying my cooking is bad?!"
"Uh..no no no no no! Oh nevermind! I'll start calling everybody, and get Kurama to get in touch with Shorty. He's almost impossible to locate."
"It's a plan!" I said excitedly and started getting out my recipe books and making a shopping list.
THAT EVENING:
The guests were showing up one by one. First came The Urameshi's, Yusuke and Keiko. Kurama soon followed, and handed me a bouquet of beautiful red roses, compliments of his personal garden.
"Thank you, Kurama, they're lovely!" I said as I placed them in a vase of fresh water.
Then the person I wasn't really looking forward to seeing appeared.
Hiei Jaganshi, fire demon Extraordinare.
Something about him always bugged me. That apathetic attitude, his snide remarks, his thoughtless jabs at my husband... he always seemed to be hiding something too, like a big secret he wasn't going to let anyone in on.
Alas, we never COULD get along, but I wouldn't dream of leaving him out of the Spirit Detectives get-together.
"Hello Hiei." I said rather snidely.
"Hn." Was the only response I was able to get out of him.
I ran back to the kitchen while my guests made themselves at home. I was putting the finishes touches on the cake I made and I could hear loud banter from Urameshi and Kuwabara in the living room.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
There was a sudden rapping on our front door; everyone I had invited was there already, and I wondered who this unexpected visitor could be.
"Kuwabara, would you get that for me?" I asked, still working on my cake.
"Sure Honey!" he yelled back and I could hear his footsteps going towards the door.
Seconds later, he called for me to come out of the kitchen, "Jessi! There's someone here to see you!"
"Hm? I padded out of the kitchen and down the hall. The front door was wide open and standing in it was Jenny.
My eyes lit up with pleasant surprise until I noticed the look on her face. It looked like there had been a death in the family or something worse or equally bad had happened.
"Jenny?! What's wrong?" I called out as I ran to meet her.
It was then that tears started pouring from her eyes. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Evil cliffy, but there is more coming, it's all in the works. I'm going to go type on the next part right now. Hope ya enjoyed, tell us what ya think!
P.G. & Jesscheaux