[ Summary: ] Danny Fenton is the new kid at NHS, and he's not so excited.
But when he meets Randy Cunningham and discovers the goofball ninja's existence,
his school life turns around. And it gets even more exciting when McFist gets too personal with Randy,
who begins loosing control of certain Tengu-related ninja abilities...

[ Author's Note: ] Hallo fellow Fenjas (and whatever DP fans are called)! ;D
Welcome to my Randy Cunningham: 9th Grade Ninja and Danny Phantom crossover!
Please be aware I don't own any characters in this story.

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Chapter One ~ Someone Interesting


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"Randy Cunningham to the principle's office, Randy Cunningham?"

Danny stared, slack-jawed in his state of shock. Why in the ectoplasm did Principle Slimovitz think it was a good idea to assign him some nerdy tour-guide? From countless open evenings and bathroom trips, he was pretty sure he knew his way around just fine. The only place he hadn't visited yet was the gym, but he didn't really care about that. As far as he knew he was physically fit from the ghost chases and training, and we could just follow his classmates around or ask them. It wasn't like he needed a tour-guide to show him everything. "I think Randy is a perfect tour-guide for someone like you," Principle Slimovitz commented through the awkward silence, his yellow-green eyes setting upon his own icy blue ones. A dicey cough followed this statement, and he continued. "Randy, although sarcastic and often carefree, is very much kind-hearted. He's also very understanding towards other student's needs, and he'll make you laugh."

Quirking an eyebrow, Danny said nothing but a careless "oh." From what Slimovitz was saying, this kid Randy was sarcastic but… considerate? If he were honest, this would match his own description perfectly. In fact, he was kind of forced into being warm-hearted, since he's a part-time ghost buster and hero in itself. It wasn't that he wasn't nice in human form, it was just that being a lionheart required upmost selflessness. And none of these students would ever know; maybe only Sam, but she was ill today. Secretly, Danny wished for some paranormal activity to occur, or at least a robot attack. Without having to go ghost, this place would be a big fat bore. Boy was Norrisville an average place – well, apart from the huge metal pyramid in the centre of the town and one single mountain off in the distance. That was weird in itself. Just as he really got deep into his thoughts, the doorknob began to rattle. Upon instinct, Danny straightened himself and clenched his fists into a white-knuckled ball, his icy blue gaze hardening a little. Glancing slightly to his left, he could see Slimovitz roll his eyes and mutter something that resembled 'I should get a new door.'

"Why the juice won't this op- oh, never mind." The door swung ajar and Danny took in the owner of the voice with one long stare.

There was nothing nerd-like about him at all; his shape was tall and gawky, and he made it work better then some. There was some muscle hidden underneath the sleeves of his grey-and-white McHoodie (he thought that was what they were called at least) and while he wasn't toned, it was still existent. His skin was pale and unblemished, contrasting against the bright-in-comparison colour of his hair – a curious tyrain purple, spiked at the top naturally with strands falling over his eyes. It must get in his way all the time, but he didn't seem to care at all. A lopsided grin seemed to be decorating his striking features, charming and cocky in its own way. The smile showed white teeth, straight but not completely perfect. was one of those contagious smiles Danny had yearned for a while, yet all he had was an awkward bare of the teeth. Then there was his clothes. A strange mixture, but it all matched up nicely. First there was the hoodie, slate grey with the edge of the sleeves and the strings outlined in white. The zip was undone to reveal a bright red shirt, with an ivory swirl on the chest that he was sure he had seen before, but couldn't quite place a finger on it. He also wore a pair of black McSkinnies that hugged against his slender legs, as well as McKicks that were only a shade or two lighter then the colour of his hair.

"Hey Slimdiggity," the teenager, Randy as Danny had assumed, greeted the dark-haired principle casually. His tone sounded blithe, but had the nonchalant hint to it that only added to his... unique... character. "If this is about the bagel incident yesterday, then Howard and I are very sorry. I can't help it if that weirdo Debby Kang likes taking the seeds off my bagel and I didn't care until she actually ripped half of it, half of my bagel, off and ate it in front of me! You can't expect me to just let it blow and let her eat it! So I took half of her bagel and she punched me! Punched me!? I ble-"
Danny was almost thankful when the Principle cut him off. Already Randy had set the impression upon himself that he had the energy of a bouncy puppy. And the Slimdiggity part? Danny rather liked it; and he would probably end up using it in the future.

"Randy!" Slimovitz interrupted with a sharp bark, gaining Randy's attention, "firstly, only Thunderpunch can call me Slimdiggity. Secondly, I will talk to you about that incident later on - Ranginald Bagel..." upon hearing that nickname (at least Danny really hoped it was), Randy flinched, and then replaced the disgruntled frown with a sarcastic 'haha, very funny P. Slimz.' The principle wasn't exactly keen on returning his student's lopsided smiles, and continued in a monotone voice. "Thirdly, I would like you to meet Danny Fenton. You will be showing him around today, and then you will take him back to your Science lesson. Your tour should only take about ten minutes; I'm aware that it has only been a few minutes since your lesson has started?" Randy gave a roll of his intense blue orbs, and his shoulder slumped against the doorframe.

"Aren't you just a big, fat ball of sunshine," Danny heard Randy grumble under his breath, before he spoke aloud to 'Slimdiggity' in a defeated tone. "Okay. So I'll go do that with... uhm... Danny, was it? Yeah, it was. Anyway, I'll go do some touring now. C'mon Danny." Gesturing over his shoulder, Randy spun on the heel of his shoe and stepped away from Priniple Slimovitz's stuffy office. Danny stifled a stupified groan and stood up to follow Randy into the corridor. As he jogged to catch up to Randy's long, soundless strides, he felt a pang of self-consciousness spit through him. He had to literally look up at Randy; despite being the same age as him, since they were both in 9th grade. Randy sure was tall for a fourteen-year-old, and the height of his oddly-coloured hair helped with that too.

"Where are we going first?" Danny asked awkwardly, glancing up at Randy, who's expression had gone from wapish to elated in under a millisecond. Striking cobalt met ice-cold blue as Randy glanced at him, one tyrain purple eyebrow quirked and a lopsided smirk decorating his features. Danny had noticed how crooked his smile was, but it actually made him look... charming... in a way? That was really the only way to describe it, in the straightest way possible.
He had been wondered whether Randy had any friends, before he remembered he had mentioned 'Howard' in P. Slimz's office.

"To the gym," Randy responded, dragging a hand through his hair to keep it out of his face. "Just a warning - Coach Green is insane. Like, really insane."

Danny laughed. "What do you mean by... insane..?"
Do I really want to know?

"I mean playing-hopscotch-with-a-flame-thrower insane," he remarked with a snort, then completely changed the subject. "Hey, is your real name Daniel? I'm just curious, because Danny doesn't sound like a full name - more like a nickname."
No I didn't.

"Yea, it is," Danny chirped in response. "Danny is a nickname - like Ranginald Bagel, right?"

With a long snort, Randy's face went crimson in embarrasment. "I was being the bagel king," he reasoned, his voice a full octave or so higher then usual, "I needed a bagel-related name to help me control my people. Long live Ranginald Bagel!" Randy began bowing to an invisible shrine while striding forward, making Danny laugh so hard he actually stopped making a noise and looked like a seal, clapping and covering his mouth. It took about a minute for him to fully compose himself, and by that time Randy was looking at an invisible watch on his wrist out of impatientness.
"You laughed for ages," he stated in a friendly manner, running a tongue briefly over his teeth. Tearing his startling azure gaze away from Danny's icy blue one, his eyes lit up even more. Was that even possible? "We're at the gym," he said, before pulling the wide doors back and peering in.
"He's doing coconut dodgeball," he said, a hint of bordem embedded into his tone, "I prefer flame-thrower hopscotch, to be honest."

"You do?" Danny hissed, cocking an eyebrow. Who in the ectoplasm would enjoy demonic tasks like that?!

"Yeah, I do. You see, Coach Green told me that he beli-" Randy didn't manage to finish his sentence, before a scream rang through the corridors and a waterfall of panicked students emerged from different classrooms, all eyes wide and arms flailing. "What the juice? Again?" He facepalmed, and looked to Danny, who was looked completely lost.

"What in the ectoplasm is going on?" he squeaked, feeling a thin sheet of sweat settle on his forehead out of fear. He was horrified that Randy had said 'again' at a panicky situation like this. "What do you mean again?!"

"Ah, you don't know about the daily monster/robot attacks then," Randy offered, his shoulders lifting in a shrug. "You see, nearly everyday someone gets 'stanked,' which is the monster attacks, or a random robot comes out of no-where and attacks everyone. But, there is a hero who always saves our butts."

"And he is..."
Smirking, Danny thought about his awesome (or 'bruce' as he had picked up from the corridors earlier on) part-time job as a ghost buster. Being half-ghost was really cool, but not being able to tell anyone about it was killing him. Gloating was fun - but dangerous with the wrong people, he supposed.

"The ninja of Norrisville High," Randy said quickly. The silhouette of a large robo-panther stepped into view, growling something about a ninja and revenge. Monster attacks?! I though Amity Park was the only place with stuff like this! Except for the fact that Danny was a ghost-fighter and not a robot-fighter, he was pretty used to these situations. It was just Randy's casualness that sent him into a flying state of panic. "Run," Randy suddenly barked at him in an indescrible tone, pushing his shoulders with quick-working hands. He's either really brave or just plain stupid.

Without a second thought, Danny ran.


WHY DOES A NINJA EVEN EXIST?! NINJAS CAN'T SAVE NORRISVILLE FROM A ROBOT! Danny's mind was racing as he ran. He briefly considered shifting into his ghostly counterpart, but then one thought held him back from doing so. Would it hurt just to watch the ninja at work? Just to see if, y'know, it did a good job at keeping everyone safe? Deciding to do so, he pushed through the flurry of screaming students and emerged on the otherside to see the battle full-on. The robo-panther was huge - it was made of a heavy duty steel, with glowing green eyes that boomed spitefulness and a long, solid tail that swung at dangerous speeds. It had spikes, honed and dripping with some sort of dark green liquid, running from the top of its large head to the base of its tail. Without question, its teeth were made at a colossal size, and it shot forward like a dart at its intended target. But, the target was even faster - and Danny had a feeling that he was the ninja.

From the menacing stance, Danny guessed that the ninja wasn't scared one bit. A sword, long with a crimson streak running down the centre, was wielded in one hand, while the other was so low his fingers nearly touched the tips of the short, emerald grass. "Ninja sprint!" the figure, slender and lanky in an all-too-familiar way, shot towards the robo-panther at lightening speed and on soundless feet. Everything about this guy was so familiar, yet he couldn't quite place his finger on who it could be. The only thing he could see of the ninja was his eyes - wide and hued an intense cobalt colour, the top of the eye-hole-thingies moving as his eyebrows did. Judging by the way the eye-hole-thingies were positioned, he was frowing; probably from the effort of running that fast.

"Ninja Tengu fireball!"

"What in the ectoplasm?!"

Danny stared with a hanging jaw - the ninja's suit inverted in its black-and-red colours, and he appeared to engulf himself in flames...? There was fire, shaded a curious colour of dazzling orange and gold, flickering off the material, and his frowned deepened as he threw his hands out. And with his hands, there was a huge, crackling... fireball?! It whizzed towards the creature at lightning speed, and the fireball struck it on the jaw. Within seconds an explosion followed the fierce blow, and the flames spred along the grass just as fast as the fireball had gone.
"Ninja air fist!" the ninja announced, collecting up something invisible and then spreading something apart. Danny briefly remembered the slender figure chuckling at something to do with a chicken before a huge fist made of pale blue air shot towards the rapid orange flames, blowing them out all at once. OK, what?

A ginger-haired freshman, overweight and smiling widely, trotted towards the ninja just after he had positioned himself steadily on the grass. There were students cheering about how the ninja saved the day, yet none other but Ginger-Boy had been bold enough to approach him. The ninja appeared menacing, but the way he spoke to the freshman suggested otherwise. Ginger-Boy said something and the ninja laughed, and Danny leaned in a little to listen to what they were saying.

"-ngham, that was awesome! I've never seen you use the Tengu thingy and I'm impressed!"

"I know you are, Double D. I'm just bruce at what I do, that's why."
Cocky much, Danny though with a smirk. Just like him, only... warmer.

"Yeah, yeah. Oh look, the Nomicon is calling you, Scarf-boy."

"Hey! The scarf came with the su-"

"Go talk to your book before I smack you with it, ninja."

"Wish me luck. That book has attitude."
Just then the ninja pulled a small red ball out of who-knows-where and hollered something that resembled 'SMOKEBOMB!' before throwing the ball at the floor. Upon contact with the ground the ball exploded into a thick puff of thick red smoke, and by the time it had dissolved into the air the ninja was no-where to be seen. 'Double D' as the ninja had called him spun on his heel, only to run right into Danny.

"Oh, sorry," he apologised, at first looking a tad flustered, then narrowing his fierce chestnut orbs up at his own icy blue ones. "You're from Amity Park, aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am." Danny responded, his breath hitching nervously in his throat. "C-can I just get something straight?"

"Uh... sure, I guess," Double D cocked an eyebrow.

"Soo... it's my first day here, some kid named Randy-" Howard bit his lip at the mention of that name, "-shows me that Coach Green guy playing dodgeball with coconuts, a robot attacks the school, he acts like its nothing, then a ninja comes along and shoots a 'Tengu' fireball and some hand made of air, whatever those things are?!" Upon saying the last reason, Danny felt his chest puff in pride. He may not be able to set himself on fire, but he can do other cool stuff like flying and invisiblity. And to be honest, Danny doubted the ninja could shoot a ray of cryokinesis out of his hands.
Then again, he had just seen him fire a fireball at a robot panther, and shoot a fist made of air from nothing. So maybe he was wrong.

"Pretty much," Double D shrugged it off as if it were nothing, "normal day at NHS, I suppose."

"I though Amity Park was insane," Danny remarked, before glancing up at the school's white walls and flying navy flag, "but this place is-"

"Wonk, I know." Double D cut him off abruptly. "I'm Howard Weinerman."

"Danny Pha- Fenton."

"Is that a nickname?"

"Y'know, Randy asked just that about ten minutes ago. Where is he anyway?"

"Uhm... bathroom break?"

"...OK."

"Howard!" a voice called from a little way away. Both boys looked up, to see Randy sprinting towards him holding a mathbook and a tan knabsack. "Howard, the Nom- Oh heyyy Danny. How-how ya doin'?" An awkward (and still lopsided) grin was on his face, and he looked completely and utterly drained of energy. Danny, about to open his mouth to respond, Randy cut him off once more. "No, y'know what? Don't bother asking, you're probably fine. Look, I need food in me and I'm really tired, so can we hurry and get to science?"

"Cunningham, do you know what day it is?"

For a moment, Randy looked confused. "Tuesday?" Then a ray of light dawned upon him, and he started laughing that angelic laugh. "OH MY CHEESE, IT'S TACO TUESDAY!" Both Howard and Randy looked high as a kite as they started jabbering about something to do with 'roadkill' and 'murderous lunch ladies wielding ladels.' This made Danny laugh (he remembered his own lunch lady incident back at Amity Park while doing so), and Randy blandly commented that he looked like a seal again, before they all were in hysterics. Something told Danny that these two were fantastic friends, and were completely nutty. Hey, at least they weren't boring - that was certain.

"How long have you guys known eachother?" Danny asked once they had all composed themselves; Howard let out a snort at the innocent question. For a moment, Danny wondered what he had done wrong.

"Like, forever," Randy replied, his smile widening.

"Fourteen years." Howard added. I'm guessing they're both fourteen, then.

"Ten," Randy snarled in a fake, menacing manner, and Howard narrowed his eyes. Looking at both of them through amused icy-blue eyes, Danny mentally noted that Randy was at least a foot taller then his ginger-haired best friend. It made them look rather comical together, and made Danny feel self-conscious about his own height. If they were to be put in height order, it would start with Howard as the smallest and Randy as the tallest. Him and Randy had similar builds, except Randy was a little more lanky then he was; Danny had muscle instead. Ghost hunting was a good workout.

"Yeah, yeah. C'mon Ranginald Bagel," Danny chuckled, and Randy poked his tongue out at him, "let's go get you those tacos, eh?"


[ Author's Note: ] I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it!
In the next chapter I'm gonna have Danny ghost up and meet the ninja...
And some other stuff. :D

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