ARGH Finally I was able to update!! Fanfiction was having some tech problems I think so I wasn't even able to upload. I added in a new OC character, Zaylin. It's not mine, it's JakiiFan's character. I asked her if I could add in this OC just for the heck of it. Hello! This is fanfiction. This is my version of the J and D world. Doesn't matter if the cannon characters are a bit out of character. Now I'm rambling, lol... K. It was HER idea to make it OCxOC... Sure, that's not very favorable to some people, but I don't care. This is my story!
If you have the intellegence to tie your shoe, you're smart enough to get off my case of doing my thing. You don't really have a right, flamers, to tell me what I should or shouldn't have the characters do or act like, or if I wanna add in some characters. Oh, and Current Flamer, you're funny. I laughed at your review.
I didn't kill Derrick. He wasn't even dead. So hush. Hate on someone else.
Derrick stood at his mother's door and knocked on it.
One moment later, she opened the door so see him there.
"Hey, I was wondering if I could stay with you until I can get my feet on the ground." The boy said sheepishly.
"Who is it?" Erol called out inside. Laona turned to Erol and quickly said, "It's Derrick, hun." "Oh not him. I swear I'll have a divorce if you're thinking about letting him stay with us." She rolled her eyes and turned over to her son.
"I don't know if that's going to work. Erol doesn't get along with a lot of people. He doesn't trust you in particular." She said.
Derrick looked confused.
"So that's a no?"
"That's a no. I'm sorry honey. I'd let you in, but Erol would make you sleep with the dogs or something else stupid. I can't control what he does."
"I'll ask dad then." He said, turning away.
"I called him and asked if you could stay with him. He said no, too."
Derrick cringed, and looked back at Laona. He asked, "Did he tell you why?" She shook her head, disappointed.
"No he didn't."
The boy took in a deep sigh and waved goodbye and left.As he wondered around on a cloudy night, he felt that he wasn't wanted anywhere and had nowhere to go. It was true, at one time. He cursed under his breath, and looked down at the ground as he was walking. "This night couldn't get any worse." He mumbled. Suddenly, lighting struck across the sky, and it started to rain. He paused and kicked himself mentally.
"I had to jinx it.." He growled. An idea popped up in his head.
Jinx! He might take me in.. Wait no.. He wouldn't. Never mind.
With his confidence drained, he shrugged and continued on, getting soaked.
There was a small echo coming from every step she took as she briskly walked in the city. Her thin poncho barely kept her dry. She felt that someone was following her, and she was uneasy about it. She stumbled, and fell to the ground with a whimper. As the girl got up, she looked around. Not even the street lights could show much of anything in the dark in the distance. She had walked into an alley. The roaring thunder startled her, and she screamed.
Derrick had heard a distant screaming coming from behind him. First instinct to him was to continue walking. But the screaming grew louder and alarming. He couldn't help but turn that direction to see what was going on. It was in his blood to help people in need. He couldn't help himself.
She had dropped her poncho, and she was soaking wet and shivering up to her spine. As she started leaving the alley, a dark figure of a large man appeared right in front of her, and she screamed. The man pinned her to a wall and wielded a switch blade knife up to her neck. This man was at least Sig's height, and had a deep voice, along with the smell of tobacco smoke and beer.
The man grinned and said smoothly, "Be quiet and give me all of your belongings. This will be all over soon. Don't do anything stupid, either."
Derrick was close enough to hear the man talking, along with the terrified woman. He knew this play well, even though he's never encountered it before. Derrick stopped running, and walked quickly so the sound of his footsteps aren't distracting. Just before the man put advances on her, Derrick shoved the man away from her with all of his might.
The girl cried, and moved off quickly, but didn't run off for safety.
Derrick turned to her, "Are you alright?" She nodded.
The man angrily got up and pointed a gun at Derrick. A near by street light showed everything.
"Who the hell are you?" The criminal growled.
"The guy to stop you from harming an innocent victim." The boy barked trying to look unrealisticly heroic, which was quite cheesy.
"Who do you think you are? A hero?"
"My father is. Why shouldn't I."
"I don't know my father so screw you all to hell!" The man barked and popped the trigger. A loud echo of a gunshot struck threw the city. The girl screamed and ducked for cover. Derrick was half frozen, terrified stiff for about a moment until he realized he wasn't dead.
He laughed very amused at this, "Missed me! YOU MISSED ME! You're the poorest excuse of a criminal I have EVER seen in my life!"
The man was even more pissed and aimed directly at Derrick's forehead.
"Like makin' joke's boy?"
He pulled the trigger again.
Nothing came out.
Confused, the man tried to shoot again and again and figured he was out of bullets. "Damn gun I loaded it this morning." He mumbled. As the man was distracted, Derrick punched him in the face, knocking him to the ground. "Agh! You son of a-" Lighting struck again, and the loud thunder from the clouds muted the rest of what he was saying.
The kid knocked over a bunch of trash cans and boxes and ran like the wind. The girl followed crying out, "Wait!" Derrick stopped and looked at her. "Thanks for saving me." She said quietly. Derrick smiled and nodded. "No problem."
He couldn't help but notice her appearance. She had golden colored eyes, long purple hair, and a curved body. It also seemed to him she was around his age, too.
"What's your name?" She asked.
Derrick scratched his drenched green hair, "Derrick."
He grinned widely, something similar to Erol's infamous smirk.
"I'm Zaylin." She smiled.
Zaylin.. Huh?
"I'll see you around, then." He said, turning away. Zaylin frowned and called out, "Wait!" Derrick paused. He turned around to look at her. "There's got to be some way I can repay you and get out of this rain." She offered. The boy looked at her, and nodded, "Ok." He smiled weakly.
Zaylin led Derrick to a far part of town, and into her apartment, near the slums. It was moderately clean, with a tan paint color, but plain. "Would you like some hot chocolate or coffee?" Zaylin asked in a mature voice as she walked into the kitchen. Derrick scratched his neck. "Uh, some hot chocolate I guess, thanks." He said shyly and sat down on a stool.
He looked around, absorbing the atmosphere that was around him. Zaylin got out some instant hot chocolate and stuck it inside the microwave, in a cup of course. "How old are you, may I ask?" Derrick asked. "I'm 17." She said. Derrick grinned widely, "So am I." Zaylin moved out of the kitchen enough to look at him and smile.
"Awesome."
She bit her lip and turned quickly back into the kitchen.
Derrick couldn't help but find her attractive. Everything about her seemed perfect to him. But he knew better than make moves on a complete stranger. That would be completely out of his character, and out of taste.
"So where are you from." Zaylin asked, wanting to start small talk.
"Here... My parents aren't letting me stay with them, so I'm on my own." He announced.
She stopped.
"Does that mean you have nowhere to go?"
"No.." He lied and started to fidget with his clothing. The microwave beeped three times, signaling that it finished. "Hot chocolate time!" She said, walking over to the microwave and picking up 2 cups of coa coa. She set them down on the table. "I'd like to ask that you'd drink it in the kitchen, please." She advised Derrick.
He got up and sat down at the kitchen table. He nodded, thanking her and drank some. Zaylin felt that he was quite suttle. She sat down and studied his features, and couldn't stop thinking how familiar he looked, and at the same time so different. She had heard word of a man with blonde hair, green routes, and hardened ocean blue eyes. To her, Derrick had a similar face structure to that man.
"You remind me of someone, I don't know who though." The girl sighed.
Derrick took a sip, and looked at her.
"You don't know who I remind you of?" He grinned sheepishly. It was a little amusing to him.
Zaylin shook her head, and thought over the fact Derrick had nowhere to go.
"I know you don't have a place to go. It says it all over your face."
Derrick blinked, listening intently. The girl smiled.
"You can stay here, if you like. You did save my life." Zaylin offered. Derrick didn't really know how to reply to this. He looked around his surroundings, then back at her.
"Thanks, but hot coa coa is reward enough, don't you think? I don't wanna be a burden."
"Oh you won't be. It gets really quiet here. It'd be nice with some company around here." She said, frowning.
Zaylin had no neighbors. One year Krimson Guards had captured everyone in that neighborhood when it was reported someone was smuggling some sort of eco. They were all killed. Zaylin hid in an underground hole she dug up in the basement. She almost didn't make it.
Derrick thought a little bit. "Where would I sleep?" He asked.
"I have a guest bed." She smiled, getting up. "Do you want to see it?" The boy shook his head.
"I believe you." He nodded. "Thanks." Derrick grinned weakly.
"Not a problem." Zaylin nodded, and took her first drink of the coa coa. She was so busy talking to Derrick, she had forgotten about the hot coa coa! "So where are your folks?" Derrick asked, drinking some coa coa. Zaylin's eyes wondered off to the floor.
"They're dead."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
Zaylin turned on the light to the guest room, which was going to be Derricks home for a while. The walls were painted with a tint of navy blue. There wasn't a whole lot of space, but it seemed comfortable enough. It was plain; that was it's only flaw. "Bathroom is down the hall, and to the left." Zaylin smiled. "Thanks." Derrick looked at her with a warm smile. She paused to look back, and noticed she was staring. The girl looked away, turning red, embarrassed, and left him alone. Derrick closed the door of his new room, and almost immediately went to sleep. The end of a long, weary day.
If you ain't got no money take yo broke ass home! dances and claps LOL sorry, spurr of the moment. I'm listening to my music. I'm in a good mood... Other than the fact I have the MAP test tomorrow... XX
Do only elementry and middle school kids get MAP tests? Or do seniors in high school get the SAT's only? I get tired of these dumb MAP tests each year. 8th grade so far has been going FAST. o.O;;
K anyway.. R&R plz thank you love ya. (Still.. Flamers I let you step in my dog's poop from the back yard)