Early Years

A.N. I felt like writing some Jojo....But more of his 'history'.  Some of the things that happened in the Irish Idiot's life that made him who is he today.

Going against the grain was more difficult than it looked.  Especially when one had grown up doing everything their parents wanted them to do.  Snapping out of the cookie-cutter shape was hard, even for someone like Joseph Naoise.

Staring at his reflection in the mirror, Jojo pushed the bangs of jet black hair out of his eyes and groaned in defeat.  "I'm getting fed up of all this hair..." he mumbled as he dropped his forehead to the desk.  "I need a new look."

"Go bald," suggested Tetsu from behind him, inspecting his nails.  "Just stop complaining to me about your hair."  The Asain male flicked his own hair out of the way in a single swift motion by simply flicking his head.  "You're not cut out for the hair."

"But I hated all the haircuts my mother gave me as a kid," Jojo replied.  "No longer cutting it seemed like a good idea."  He sat back and leaned the chair back on the two rear legs.  "Besides, it goes with my jeans."

"Only your fat ass would look good in those jeans anyway," Tetsu huffed and turned away, heading to the dormitory door.  "Now just tie that mop up and hurry up.  I want to go and laugh at the new drama professor."

Tugging the shoulder length hair back, Jojo pulled it into a tie at the back of his head as he followed after his best friend.  They'd only known each other for around three years but Jojo felt as if he knew more about Tetsu Nomura than Tetsu knew about himself.  "I don't get what you don't like about drama," Jojo responded as he caught up to his fellow third year, heels of his calf-length boots clicking against the floor.

"Only idiots take drama."

"I take drama."

"I rest my case."

"I bet if you actually took them time to get to know this new guy you'd like him," Jojo said, nudging his friend in the shoulder.  When they'd met in their first year the two had been relatively the same height (there's been only an inch or so difference) but now Jojo was close to towering over his friend.

Tetsu barked a laugh.  "The guy rode a motorcycle to work on his first day.  If he isn't going through his mid-life or doesn't know how to do anything but act I'll be surprised."

They were heading towards the auditorium when someone grabbed Jojo's wrist and stopped him in his tracks.  Spinning around to face the fifth year, Jojo glanced at Tetsu who simply gave the pair a flippant wave and coninuted on his way.  Once Tetsu had gone around the corner the fifth year who had grabbed Jojo pushed him back against the wall.  "Long time no see, Naoise," the older student purred.  "I heard you've been hanging out with some second year named Stacey."

Jojo narrowed his eyes and looked up at the taller male.  "Yeah, and?"

"You're supposed to be my boyfriend."

"I don't want to be anyone's 'boyfriend'," Jojo replied, tugging his arm free only to have the older male grab both his wrists and pin them above his head.  "I'm just hanging out with her because she's cool and she's teaching me about animal rights and stuff."  He squirmed, attempting to free his wrists.  "And I never said I was your boyfriend either."

The male leaned in closer, bringing their faces together.  "If you're not careful, Naoise, people will start thinking you're some kind of whore."

"I don't care what people think," Jojo growled back in response, bearing his teeth.  "We've only had sex a few times, and to be honest you're not all that good."  He grinned wickedly.  "All you are is just good looks and that can be easily destroyed."  Using all the strength he could muster, Jojo pulled away and headbutted the other guy in the nose.

With a yell, the guy released Jojo and the third year scrambled away the best he could while a dizziness set in.  Struggling into the auditorium, Jojo found the seat beside Tetsu (people seemed to give the Asian male a wide bearth and never sat next to him unless they were forced to) and sank down with a groan.  "I think I just broke my brain."

"Funny, you don't have one to break."  Tetsu glanced to the side and then pulled out a pack of tissues, handing them to his friend.  "You have blood in your hair."  The assembly had yet to begin, but people were beginning to quieten their conversations down.  "What did you do to Oliver?"

"Smashed my head into his face.  Git said I was his boyfriend - and he called me a whore."

"Nice to know where your priorities lie.  I thought you were having sex with Stacey anyway?  Or was it that girl who calls herself 'Pear'?"

"Stacey is just a friend - it'd be like shagging you.  Pear is...yeah...I think Kate scared her away," Jojo replied as he tried to mop as much of the blood out of his hair as he could.  "I can't seem to get Louis to let me bang him, either."

"You are a whore."

"I'm an appreciator of beauty."  Jojo looked down at the hair and blood on the tissue and frowned.  "You know you said you'd shave my head...?  Do you think a mohawk would look good on me?"