This story is inspired by the art on Feri-san's page on . I urge you to please check it out. It would greatly help the imaging of the characters for you. I really really like the idea for this story and support would be great to have.
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. But even if I did I would still write many many fanfictions for it and other cartoons and animes and what ever I wanted.
Chapter one: Emerald and Amethyst
Samantha Eileen Manson sighed yet again as her best friend, Tucker, ignored her in favor of drooling over the local 'Queen Bee', Paulina Sanchez. She knew better than to try and snap her turquoise eyed friend out of his trance lest she have drool coat her hands. It was just so annoying. And if it was annoying for her it must have been murder for Jazz. Well she looked like she was going to murder Tucker at any rate.
Tucker was eighteen, six feet tall, weighed approximately one hundred and eighty pounds, most of it muscle, he had dark skin, turquoise eyes, black hair, and a red berret he always wore. Jasmine Fenton was five foot five, weighed one twenty, a portion of that school books, had red hair that resembled her mothers, teal eyes, and looked like she was gonna rip Tucker's arm off and beat him with the wet end.
Sam could only feel pity for her other friend. Jazz had it so bad for Tucker, but was too afraid to admit it for fear of being rejected. That fear was founded every time the idiot would stare at a cheerleader.
Finally Paulina passed out of Tucker's sight and he turned back to the table.
"So what were we talking about?"
"Nothing more important than cheerleaders," Jazz said venomously. Tucker cringed.
"We were discussing the English assignment, Tuck," Sam said in monotone. She no longer really cared if no one payed attention to her. She actually preferred it that way. Of course, as is the age old rule, if you don't want to be noticed by someone in particular then that person can always find you in a crowd of clones. And such was the case of one Dashiel Baxter, who was currently walking towards her table with that stupid grin on his face.
"Hey, Sam," he greeted in his best cool guy way before nodding a greeting to the other two occupants of the table.
"Go away, Dash," her tone held so much ice she might have actually breathed mist.
"Is that anyway to treat your next boyfriend, Sammy," he asked quite arrogantly. He apparently hadn't yet learned his lesson.
Sam stood up in all her gothic glory. She wore combat boots made with faux leather, black baggy pants with several pockets and a silver chain pulled through the belt loops, she wore a black shirt that showed off her flat stomach with the words 'Let's Play' on the front in bold red letters and just be low that was a rounded face with horns colored with the same red licking a bloody knife, on her hands were black fingerless gloves with metal plates on the back, and finally, to complete the look a black choker around her neck with an amethyst stone as the centerpiece on the front. Her shoulder length black hair had highlights of amethyst as well.
She looked into Dashes dull blue eyes with her own purple and practically growled out, "One: I am not, nor will I ever be, Your girlfriend." The next part was low enough so that only those close by heard:" And two: If you ever call me Sammy again... I'll castrate you with a plastic spoon." And as proof of her sincerity she took one of the plastic spoons on her lunch tray... and drover it through the lunch tray before handing the tray to Dash, picking up her books, and walking away angrily.
Jazz and Tucker hurriedly dumped their trays and followed Sam out. Dash stood stunned for a moment.
"You know you want me, Manson!" he called to her in vain as she disappeared through the cafeteria doors.
Tucker shook his head at Dashes antics. Two years ago not a single guy would touch Sam with a ten foot pole except for Tucker as they'd been friends since preschool. Then after her mother had invited nearly the whole school to her sixteenth and the word was out that she was filthy rich she had to beat some guys away with a stick... literally. He remembered just a month ago, during summer, Sam had chased Dash away with an Fenton Anti-creep Stick (just a bat with Fenton on its label) borrowed from Jazz.
"I hate being called Sammy," Sam grumbled ahead of them. Jazz sighed a bit sadly. Sam never really hated being called Sammy until just before seventh grade when Ozell died.
Ozell used to be Jazz's little brother, Tuckers best friend, and if things had taken their correct course, probably Sam's boyfriend by now. That was before the car accident. Ozell was riding with Sam and Tucker and Sam's aunt Bethony to the summer home to spend a few days before they each split up to go to summer camp. There was a bad storm while they were driving. Near impossible to see through. And then just BAM! A pickup truck from the oncoming lane had swerved over to their side and hit them in a near head on collision. The best they could figure was the whiplash caused Ozell's neck to snap.
"I'm gonna skip the rest of today you guys. I'll see ya tomorrow," Sam announced before putting her things in her book bag and heading for the exit. They just nodded and decided to get to their next class before the bell rang.
Sam made her way easily off the school campus and towards the harbor. She always felt better staring out at the sea. It had a calming effect on her.
----- Elsewhere -----
Daniel James Masters almost growled as his father stared him down.
"You will be married by the end of the month, whether you like it or not," Vlad Masters said sternly. He had arranged a fine assortment of women for his son to choose from. Each of them a stunning female in their own rights.
With half of his face hidden by his unruly white hair, he glared at his father with his green eyes. The young prince was well muscled for a young man, his skin was fair, around his neck and draped on his shoulders was a silver dressing with an emerald in the center, on his left forearm was a silver bracer with three more emeralds. On his waist were two bands of silver and at the center was what appeared to be a royal crest.
"I will not! I refuse to be married to a woman I do not love!" Danny bellowed loudly so the four or so gathered girls winced.
"Then get to know them," Vlad insisted, but Danny gave an angry defiant huff. "Atleast learn their names." Danny still glared at his father, but from the lack of response Vlad took that as an excuse to introduce the women.
"The first is Kitty," A green haired mermaid(yes mermaid) bowed to him before Vlad continued, "The next is Ember," Ember was a blue haired half octopus," and then Valerie," a dark skinned 'maid with silver bands on her fore arms and the bottom half barracuda, "and finally Spectra," Spectra was probably the oldest, appearing to be in her late twenties and with the bottom half of an electric eel.
"There, I know their names. Send them back to where you got them from," and before his father could protest he swam quickly away, passing the royal knight, Kwan, as he exited his fathers chamber. It was such a hassle to be a crown prince.
"What should we do , Your Majesty," Kitty asked.
"Kwan will show you to your chambers," Vlad said as he gripped his royal scepter tightly. Sometimes... sometimes he hated letting his son grow up with his silly beliefs of love and soul mates.
Slender arms suddenly wrapped around Vlad's middle. He looked over his shoulder at his queen and smiled slightly.
"Just let him go, dear. All he needs is time to be accustomed to the idea of an arranged marriage," Maddie said with a smile gracing her beautiful face. Maddie had been Vlad's wife for the last fifty years, and still she looked so young in appearance, like she was still thirty. He smiled and thanked the gods that Halfas aged slower than humans.
"I suppose so, Maddie," he looked at the quickly vanishing form of his son in the distant seas, "I just want him to be happy."
"As do I, dear, as do I."
----- With Danny -----
Danny was still fuming about his father's attempts at arranging his marriage. The idea itself was completely absurd. Danny would never agree to such an atrocity.
Danny was to angry to notice when he had crossed over the border of his kingdom's seas and into human territory.
After a while he had cooled down enough to notice he was near the edge of the sea in a place called Amity Park. It was really nothing new. When ever he could slip away from being educated by that drawling half turtle, Lancer, he would come out here to watch the humans. He decided he'd surface today and drift for awhile. According to his human knowledge it was something they called Two's Day and none of their ships were ever in port on Two's Days or Fry Days.
He surfaced, a small smiling gracing his lips as he felt the warmth of the sun greet him. He proceeded to place his arms behind his head as pillows and let the current pull him along as he floated on the surface. This was exactly what he needed after a stressful meeting with his father.
----- With Sam -----
Sam took in a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. This was just what she needed after a stressful day of school.
She stripped down to her dark violet undergarments and dived into the waters. She had decided that since it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays and Fridays ships were always out of port, that she could risk a swim in her underwear. She stripped behind a big barrel, just in case someone should come by.
She gave a relaxed sigh as she surfaced and decided just to float on the current, eyes closed. She let a small content smile play on her lips.
So content was Sam she barely registered her hand hitting something solid. Only when she heard a grunt did she open her eyes and look over to see a white haired young man floating along beside her.
As she was in only her bra and panties she did what any respectable female would do.
She screamed.
"Gyahh!" the young man flailed, startled out of his mind by Sam's scream. He splashed around for a second before regaining his composure enough to see what was happening. What met him was a violet eyed, black haired girl glaring at him with only her eyes above the water.
"What ya screamin' about?" Danny asked crossing his arms. He was kind of hoping he wouldn't run into another Halfa, this just spoiled his peace.
For a moment Sam remained silent before saying," What did you see?" she demanded in her normal icy tone.
"Uh... your eyes. Why?"
"So you didn't see anything else?" she asked, cautiously rising out of the water enough so her neck could be seen.
"Was I supposed to?" She immediately sank back down to her chin.
"Not if you want to live," she hissed.
Danny raised an eyebrow at her. She certainly was a strange 'maid. As far as he could tell she was wearing her wrappings. So why was she so uptight?
Sam stared right back at him. He was above the surface to just below his shoulders. His emerald eyes seemed to glow ,his skin was fair, and the necklace thingy he had seemed very well crafted. His hair was something unique. She had never seen truly white hair before. All in all he seemed very handsome, perhaps a year older than herself. But what was he doing here?
"So what's your name?" he asked out of the blue. He wasn't sure what, but something about this 'maid intrigued him.
"Sam."
"Isn't that a boy's name? Meh. Mine's Danny," he smiled slightly at her.
Before she could respond Danny noticed that sun's light was turning more yellowish, signaling the late afternoon.
"Well, I have to go for now, Sam. Perhaps we can meet here again this Fry Day?" his smile was in full force. Sam wasn't sure what force in her made her do it, considering for all she knew this guy was actually a pervert who did see her, but she agreed.
"It's a date then," he chuckled at the frown and small amount of pink that tinged her face. As she was opening her mouth to say it wasn't a date, the young man went beneath the surface. She frowned, glaring at the spot he was.
Suddenly about three meters away the boy resurfaced, jumping into the air to do a beautiful dive. She admired him silently until she saw something that made her eyes go as wide as dinner plates. From his waist down... Danny was a fish. A beautiful silver fish, but a fish none the less.
"Oh my god... he's a mermaid."
A/N: chapter one finished. Chapter two is next. Who wants to read it? well you'll get to when i post it.