Okay, I know I'm supposed to be working on WiP's...but I thought of this last night, and-...yeah. You don't care. :D Seriously though, this will only be updated when I decide where exactly I'm going to go with it...because I...don't know where I'm going with it. So that means, possible super slow updating. D; However, if people are actually interested in this...then I'll consider plotting it out sooner than planned. ;)
Oh, and yes, this shall have an OC. But rest assured, she, (yes...a she. xP) won't come into the story until well...not anytime soon. (You can tell I'm just totally organized with this fic, huh?) In all honesty, I don't want it to be a Danny x OC pairing...heck I don't wanna pair her up at all. (Trust me, I'm a loyal Danny x Sam shipper.) So, as of now, it'll be more of a friendship thing. And, as I always say, I shall try my best to stray away from the Mary-Sue mark. ...Okay, my note is becoming longer than the freakin' story. Enjoy~!
Disorderly Conduct.
Chapter One: Two Types of Disappointment.
"AHA! YES! NEW HIGH SCORE!"
The game console was chucked across the living room following the victory yell. It just barely missed the wall as the cord connecting said device to the television screen stretched backwards just in time, thus resulting in it landing on the floor with a loud CLUNK. Tucker then proceeded to hop up from his spot on the couch and jump up and down repeatedly.
Well, it was more of a limping at first (considering his legs had fallen asleep during the five hour gaming session) that slowly but surely began to transform into an all-out bouncing movement.
Danny remained on the couch, watching his friend's antics with an amused look. He ran a numb hand through his spiky black tresses before yawning. "Yeah, those cheat codes can really work magic, huh?" He smirked as Tucker came to an abrupt stop, twitching and crossing his arms.
"…You just had to ruin my moment, didn't you?" He couldn't help but avert his dark eyes over to the book resting on the floor, opened face-up. Various lines and pictures were highlighted, each referring to a different level of the game.
Danny followed his gaze, his smile becoming more evident. "Yeah. I did."
"Well, at least I wasn't trying to distract you," and before Danny could open his mouth and object, he was cut short as Tucker stuck his tongue out in a childish manner. "'Oh, Tucker, can you get me some more soda? Oh, you forgot a straw, don't worry, I'll pause the game until you get baaaack.'"
Danny blinked, slightly disturbed by how Tucker's mocking of his voice sounded amazingly similar to his own. Weird. "Hey now, I kept my word didn't I? It was paused!"
"Yeah, and then the second I stepped foot in the room, you turned it back on! And dude, seriously, perfectly good waste of a cola." He pointed at the beverage sitting on the coffee table, now a lighter brown resulting from the ice having melted in it.
"Uh, hello? Can you guys keep it down? I'm trying to read-OH MY…" Jazz had poked her head through the door, intent on giving a stern lecture to her little brother and his friend, but was rendered speechless as she noticed the condition of the living room.
The couch was now covered in what seemed to be papers, pencils, and other school supplies of the sort. Pillows that she had fluffed just a few hours ago, now wrinkled and in random places around the room. The occasional unidentified object was strewn on the rug and surrounding floor. The coffee table was also completely hidden beneath empty chip bags and soda cans. Wait, was that one of Mom's good china filled with cola? Sitting on the coffee table, without a coaster? Biting her lip, she slowly walked into the room, ignoring the curious stares of the two boys. Jazz hesitantly plucked an empty game case off the floor, holding it between her thumb and index finger before flipping it over in her palm and reading it.
"…Severe Immortality[1]? Really? Aren't you two supposed to be, oh, I don't know…studying?!"
Danny slumped in his seat, looking everywhere but the narrowing eyes of his older sister. "…Um…see, about that…Tucker?"
"Erm...we were going to study, really. But then I went to turn off the tv, and of course I had to get up because we had lost the remote…n-not that we were watching tv in the first place, and I saw the game…and Danny said he hadn't played it yet…and…"
The older girl nodded, waiting for him to continue with his ridiculous excuse.
Tucker smiled nervously before glancing back, a pleading expression on his face. Danny merely shrugged, knowing that whatever they said wouldn't be satisfactory for his way-too mature sister, anyway.
"…Yeah, I got nothing."
"Mhm. Yeah. Listen, you guys better clean this up before Mom and Dad get home. And maybe if you're lucky, you can get a few minutes of studying time in." She dropped the case back onto the floor before kicking it towards Tucker's feet, and, with a final 'I-suggest-you-listen-to-me' look, walked back into the kitchen.
x0x
Sitting back at the table, Jazz reopened her novel. She frowned while brushing her finger against the page to find where she left off. She hadn't meant to be so harsh with Danny, really.
"…He needs to learn to put priorities before stuff like that…"
'But he's just a kid.'
"Well, I'm just trying to look out for him…" Her voice faded as she allowed herself to be absorbed in the chapter once again. Not only was she thinking too deeply about the situation...but she was talking to herself, and it wasn't the first time. Stupid force of habit.
'Danny's a smart kid. He'll learn soon enough.'
x0x
"So…"
"...So…?"
The boys were still in their same positions from before Jazz left, staring at the mess that lay before them. Okay…so maybe they did kinda-sorta-maybe get out of hand…and that Biology test was a good chunk of their final grade…but the game…was so tempting…
The deafening silence was broken when the African American teen finally spoke up. "How are we supposed to clean all this up, AND study in less than an hour…?" Groaning, Tucker picked up the game case and walked towards the television. Maybe if he worked fast enough, he would soon be immune to the aching in his legs and the sting that shot through his arms every time he attempted to bend his fingers-
"Hey." He jumped at the sudden noise, and twisted his head to look at Danny…
…who was still relaxing on the couch. Okay, he was NOT going to be tricked again, considering Danny owned most of the dang drinks on the coffee table-
"You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"…That I'm not going to let you get away with me having to clean up all this..." he slammed the game case shut as he snapped the disc back in. "…junk while you sit back and look half-dead?" Though he attempted to maintain an annoyed expression, Tucker couldn't fight back the small smile that tugged at his lips, signifying that he was joking around.
…Kinda.
Danny chuckled, shaking his head back and forth a few times to wake himself up. Gosh…that had been a long game. "Nah. I wouldn't do that. And I'm thinking…that we need some help cleaning this up."
"What, you gonna ask Jazz?"
"Noo…" Danny leaned over and lightly touched the coffee table with a single hand. In an instant, his appendage became transparent, as did the table, causing every single piece of trash to fall onto the floor underneath it. The result was a perfectly clean piece of furniture, if one failed to notice the heap of garbage now lying beneath it.
Tucker smiled, now knowing what his friend was implying. "Go for it."
The boy's only response was transforming into his ghostly alter-ego in a ring of glowing light. He floated over to Tucker and slapped him on his awaiting hand.
"Yeah!" They said in unison before separating and starting to clean up.
x0x
The cloaked man looked at the five before him, his face contorting in disgust as one of them began to drool.
"Ahem. ...I assume you all know what you are to do."
They nodded slowly (skip the smaller one of the pack who had stopped paying attention in favor of rubbing a glowing paw against his mouth) before assuming a pouncing position, crimson eyes directed upward.
He smiled. Perhaps this mission would be successful after all.
"Good. Now…you must-!"
…But Vlad's sentence was left unfinished, as the five ghostly-apparitions had already phased through the ceiling, off to find their target.
He stood perfectly still, watching as the green aura emanting from them faded into the night sky.
'Do not disappoint me.'
[1] - LOL, I fail at coming up with video game names. D: Hopefully that doesn't actually exsist...I was trying to think of something that wasn't too similar to an actual game.