This story is being written for inuyashaxkagome321, who's plea for more Danny/Kitty pairings could not go unheeded. I hope you will like it little one.
A warm thanks goes out to my Beta Reader DigitalPhantom who is simply awesome! If you want to read something really special, check out her work.
This story has been rated T but is on the border of an M rating. The story contains violence, foul language and sexual situations. The subject of abuse and possible rape also come up. If these offend you, please stop reading now.
Don't worry though, there is a happy ending to the story, I promise.
I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the characters and content of the original series. I do however own stock in the company that owns the company that produced Danny Phantom. So by proxy...I own one one billionth of a percent of the show. WOOOHOO! Not much, but I'll take what I can get!
Critical reviews are as always welcome. Mindless flames will be ignored.
Please enjoy!
PS: This story takes place after the episode "Livin' Large".
Leaving a Boy for a Man
"Real men don't hit women."
Famous Bumper Sticker Quote, Author Unknown
Chapter One:
Unlucky in Love
"Damn it, Johnny, at least try not to so obviously hit on another woman when I'm around," Kitty said, eyeing the object of his latest pick-up attempt. Dressed in a micro-mini latex skirt, skimpy matching halter top and 5" patent stiletto heels, the girl looked more like a hooker than a teenager in high school. Kitty knew she dressed a little provocatively, but this girl's outfit was just too much.
"Chill out, baby cakes," Johnny replied. "I'm only being friendly. She asked about my ride and I offered to give her a personal demonstration; totally harmless."
Kitty watched the way Johnny leered at the girl and snorted in disgust. "Whatever. I'll be in the dress shop when you're done playing with your toys, little boy."
She turned around and took two steps toward the door of the shop before feeling the vice-like grip of Johnny's hand on her arm. Fear shot through her as she felt herself being forcefully turned around. "Oh no, I went too far again!" she thought as she looked into Johnny's eyes, burning red with anger and piercing into her soul.
"What did you call me?" The question came out as a low growl, which put the hairs on the back of Kitty's neck straight up.
"Nothing sweetie. Really!" Kitty said in a high-pitched voice laced with fear. She tried to gently pull her arm away, but found herself held fast.
"Get on the bike, slag." Johnny whispered menacingly, his tone broking no room for argument.
Head held downward in acquiescence, Kitty climbed slowly onto the back of his motorcycle, her arm burning in pain where Johnny still had his grip on it. She carefully snaked her other arm around his waist and held on gingerly, not daring to upset him anymore by gripping too hard.
Johnny waited until she was seated properly before turning back to the young girl standing on the sidewalk. She seemed uncertain as to what to make of the whole situation and looked ready to bolt. Johnny turned a winning smile to her. "Look, baby, I have to drop my friend here off at her place, but I'll be right back to give you the ride of your life. Sound good?"
The girl perked up at the offer and readily agreed; Kitty just cringed at Johnny's use of the word 'friend'. Feeling the bike start up, she closed her eyes, put her head on Johnny's back and prayed that this time would be different.
That maybe he'd just yell at her.
Across town, Danny Phantom was flying his normal search pattern above the city on the lookout for ghost activity. His usual companions in this endeavor, Sam and Tucker, were on scooters, covering different sections of town. All of them were staying connected using the Fenton phones, but the witty banter that usually accompanied their patrols seemed oddly strained. Due to this, the patrol had been very boring, with only the Box Ghost showing up to break the monotony early on. After a VERY quick fight (which hardly qualified to be called that) and a few "BEWARE!"s, he was securely in the Fenton Thermos, ready for deposit back into the Ghost Zone. Again. For about the four hundredth time.
With the sun slowly slipping into the west, Tucker spoke up. "It's nearly sundown, dude, and we haven't seen anything. Maybe we should call it an early night and grab something to eat. I'm starving!"
"Tucker's right. Nothing is going on. Let's just call it quits for now. Besides, I really need to get home and catch up on my sleep," Sam quipped, yawning at the end.
"Yeah, I suppose you guys are right," Danny agreed. "I guess all of the ghosts have other plans tonight. Shall we regroup at the Nasty Burger and grab a bite?" He waited for a response, hoping against hope that she'd say yes.
"Not tonight guys, I really need to go home and crash. Maybe some other time. Sam out." Static replaced her signal for a moment, then nothing.
Danny felt his shoulders slump. He should've been used to it by now, but her unresponsiveness still surprised him.
"Sorry, dude. I'm still up for food if you are, though." Tucker's usually upbeat tone now came across rather forced.
"Thanks, Tuck, but I think I've just lost my appetite. I'm just going to fly over the park one more time and head home. I appreciate your help tonight, man."
"Anytime, Danny, you know that. And don't worry dude, she'll come back around; sooner or later."
"I hope so." Danny sighed as he deactivated his mike and immediately turned toward the park. "I hope so."
Johnny drove through the streets of Amity Park like a madman, Kitty hanging on for dear life behind him. Turning off the main street and into the park, he stopped behind a little-used pavilion in an isolated corner of the property and dismounted. Kitty quickly got off and stood there, head down, as Johnny began pacing back and forth in front of her. She fully expected him to start yelling at any second.
She wasn't disappointed.
"What the hell is with you Kitty?!? I was just talking to that girl and you had to go all psycho-jealous on me! Do you know how embarrassing that is?!?" He screamed into her face.
Kitty flinched at his words as if they were physical blows. Thankfully, it hadn't come to that; yet. "I'm sorry Johnny, it won't happen again, I swear." She said meekly.
"It damn well better not, or you'll find yourself alone in a second!" He shouted. "Why I put up with a skank like you is beyond me. I should have dropped your ugly ass months ago."
Kitty became scared. She wasn't sure what she'd do without Johnny, and she didn't think anyone else would take her in. "Please, Johnny, don't say that. You know I love you, baby; I've always loved you. Please, baby, don't leave me."
Johnny spun around and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her slowly off the ground. Kitty reached up and tried to pull his hand away, but he was just too strong. An evil smile crossed Johnny's face as he became aroused by her struggling. "What will you do to prove your love to me, eh, Kitty? Show me why I should keep you around." With that he pushed her roughly to the ground, scraping her knees in the process and keeping her face on level with his groin.
Tears flowed from Kitty's eyes as she looked up at Johnny, knowing exactly what he wanted. "Not here, baby, please," she wined, shaking with fear. "Let's go home and I'll do anything you want, but don't make me do this here."
Johnny looked down into her pleading face and smiled softly, meeting her eyes with a tenderness that calmed her fears. "Okay, baby cakes, we'll do it…the hard way."
Then, quicker than Kitty could react, the back of Johnny's hand made contact with her face, splitting her lip and knocking her back several feet. As she picked herself up off the ground she felt his boot connect in her midsection, dropping her back down in extreme pain.
"You just don't get it, do you, slag?!?" Johnny screamed, "You do what I want, when I want it! You don't have any say in the matter! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!!?"
Kitty could only nod. She was curled up into the fetal position and holding her midsection with both hands, rocking her body back and forth. Fresh tears poured from her swollen eyes, and sobs were the only sound she made. Her insides were on fire, and she was sure she tasted ectoplasm on her lips.
Johnny remounted his bike and it roared back to life. He glanced down where Kitty was lying on the ground, a look of disgust on his face. "I'll be gone for a few hours, but you'd better be here when I get back. And you sure as hell better get your head screwed on right before then, bitch!"
Johnny gunned the engine and peeled out, spraying dirt, mud and gravel all over where Kitty laid. As the sound of his engine faded away, Kitty cried out into the night, praying for deliverance from the hell she was trapped in.
Danny was nearly to the park when heard cries of despair coming from within it. Picking up speed, he moved quickly through the park, honing in on the sound of the sobbing female. When he neared an old pavilion, he noticed the glowing figure of a woman on the ground. She appeared to be curled up into a tight ball and her body was heaving in time with the sobs he heard. Touching down lightly on the ground several yards away, he approached the figure cautiously, hands glowing with charged ecto-energy. As he got closer, he realized who the woman was, but why she was alone puzzled him.
"Kitty, is that you?" He asked in a soft voice, trying to sound gentle.
The figure on the ground stopped sobbing as loud but didn't turn to face him. "Go away! Leave me alone!"
It was Kitty's voice alright, but it sounded hoarse, as if she'd been crying for a long time. "Kitty, it's me, Danny. Danny Fenton. What's wrong; are you hurt?" Danny moved closer and saw she was covered in mud and gravel, and from the small amount of ectoplasm on the ground he figured she must be cut somewhere. He moved more rapidly toward her, concern showing in his voice. "What happened, Kitty? Who did this to you? Where's Johnny?"
At the mention of that name, Kitty snapped. She screamed out, got up and spun around, throwing herself at Danny with a snarl. Caught totally by surprise, he could only brace himself for the impact. She slammed into his chest, almost knocking him over from the force of the collision. Once on him, she balled up her fists and began hitting Danny in the chest, screaming, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" with each hit.
Danny was in shock, having no idea what he said or did to set her off. She seemed to be furious at him, but why? He sensed there was more to the situation than what there appeared to be and just wrapped his arms around Kitty, preventing her from doing him serious harm. "Kitty! Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you!"
His words seemed to have some effect as the blows came less often and with diminished force. The sobs became louder and Danny could barely make out what Kitty was saying over them. "Leave me alone! Leave me…leave…" Then, Kitty went limp and cried full force into Danny's chest, her body shaking violently in his arms.
Danny was more perplexed than ever, but he knew what to do. Lowering her gently to the ground he held her tight, cooing softly into her ear and rocking her back and forth. Every so often he'd say things like, "It'll be okay, Kitty. I'm here now. Don't cry, I've got you." In time the cries became sobs, and the sobs lessened to a small quivering in her breath. Her body stopped shaking, and she seemed to calm somewhat.
Taking a hold of her chin and tipping it up, Danny looked deep into Kitty's eyes. They were still wet with tears and extremely bloodshot, but he could tell she was finally seeing him clearly now. "Kitty, what happened to you?"
Fear flashed in her eyes and he was scared he'd lose her to another crying fit. Quickly, he wrapped his arms around her again, "Don't worry Kitty, you don't have to answer until you're ready to. Just rest, I've got you. You're safe now."
Kitty melted into his arms and wrapped herself around Danny. His words made her feel warm inside, and she actually felt safe within his embrace. She hugged him even tighter, and rubbed her head into his chest, seeking every ounce of comfort she could from him.
Danny just sat there, holding her and letting her take solace in their embrace. He couldn't imagine what had Kitty so upset, or what had hurt her physically. He was even more surprised that Johnny wasn't around right now. He should be the one holding her, comforting her, protecting her, saying all the things that would help her recover.
Not that he minded; it was actually kinda nice holding Kitty. He was surprised at how soft her skin felt, how light in his arms she seemed and how nice she smelled. He thought her scent would be of cigarettes or oil, but it was fresh and clean – like pine needles and lilacs. He closed his eyes and breathed it in, relaxing somewhat and cuddling into her more.
Kitty was surprised, too, but not as much as Danny. She remembered full well how strong yet sensitive his touch could be, how soft and warm his skin was, and how his musky, masculine scent tickled her senses and made her heart race. She had experienced it before when she had overshadowed that prissy girl Danny liked; Paulina was her name. She enjoyed being in his arms then, but was astonished by how right it felt now. Rather than fight it, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, wishing that she could be safe in his arms forever.
But the sound of an approaching motorcycle engine snapped her out of her reverie and sent her shaking in terror again.
Johnny had returned to the open air mall and looked everywhere for the hot chick in the latex outfit, but hadn't found her anywhere. Furious at being stood up, he gunned his engine and sped off back toward the park. Kitty's actions had cost him a potentially exciting time with a sweet little piece of ass, and she was going to pay dearly for it.
Swinging into the park and tearing across the lawn, Johnny came up on the pavilion fairly quickly. However, he was not prepared for the sight of Danny Phantom holding Kitty in his arms. Realizing he had to play it close to the vest, he throttled down and came skidding up to the two of them as they were hurriedly disengaging themselves from each other.
"What are you doin' here, punk?" Johnny said without preamble.
Danny tried not to look like a cat that just ate a canary but failed miserably. "Hey, Johnny, I was just patrolling when I found Kitty lying on the ground crying. Seems that someone or something attacked her. She was pretty shaken up."
Johnny just sat on his bike, looking from Danny to Kitty and back again. He thought the punk seemed pretty nervous, and he might be able to use that to his advantage. Kitty just stared down at the ground, shaking slightly and not saying a thing. Good, he thought, just the way she should be.
"So, of course, you just swooped down and took her in your arms. Nothing odd about that." Johnny sneered at Danny, the accusation hanging in the wind.
Danny stood up straighter and set his jaw. "It's not like that, Johnny. I was concerned for her, and tried to calm her down. I would think that you of all people would appreciate that someone cared enough to do that in your place."
Anger at Danny's words flashed through Johnny's eyes. Who the hell was this punk to tell him his place? "Kitty, get over here, now!" growled Johnny.
She jumped at the mention of her name, then quickly cast her eyes at Danny. He gave her a look of concern, but said nothing. Kitty wanted to go to Danny, to beg him to protect her, but fear made her slink back to Johnny, mounting the bike behind him and hiding her face in shame.
"That's it, baby cakes, let's go home." The name reverberated like broken glass in Kitty's ears. Where once she loved to hear him call her that, the name now sounded like a dire threat; a ball and chain trapping her in a cell she couldn't escape.
Pointing a finger at the halfa, Johnny started up his bike. "You stole my bike, and now you want to steal my girl? They're mine, punk, and you better leave both of them alone." With that, he opened up the throttle full and tore off into the night with a frightened Kitty behind him, looking at Danny in desperation.
Not sure of what to do, Danny flew up and followed them at a distance. Johnny, however, knew the streets and how to use them, and Danny soon lost sight of them. Sighing, Danny flew off toward home, still unsure what to make of the entire situation. Settling into bed, sleep did not come easy for him. And once it did, he had disturbing dreams of his time with Paulina, only her face looked like Kitty's…
…and she was screaming for help.
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. Now onto "Breakfast 'On the Couch'"
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