Fifty Shades of Fruitloop

by daymostar96

After the fashion gala, Vlad finds out that Fantasma Ragazzo was nothing more than a mere hoax by his arch-rival to participate in a fashion show. So be ready for utter fashionable and ghouliscious chaos as the crazy billionaire chases his boothang and spoils him. Jazz disapproves, Sam and Tucker slay. Will Vlad get the bae? Pompous pep, boyxboy, shorta DON'T LIKE DON'T READ

1. THE IT COUPLE

DISCLAIMER: DANNY PHANTOM IS NOT MINE! *COUGH* WISH IT FUCKING WAS!*COUGH* NEITHER ARE ALL AFOREMENTIONED SONGS!

Jack remained oblivious to the gifts in the box, still wishing something was there for him. The rest of the witnesses were in a state of fear and confusion for Danny. Especially Jazz, what the hell had Danny done last weekend that had his sworn arch-nemesis sending him 80 grand worth of stuff? The shoes were from the private Milan Fashion Week. The handbags were straight outta the design vault plus that note had Jazz on edge. What did it say, it had caused Danny to blush like mad was it... A LOVE NOTE? She sent Danny a glare and hissed out:

"What? Did you do ?" Upon that question, Jack went for the second box but Tucker stopped him.

"Heh heh, don't worry about this one, Mr. Fenton. We'll take care of it. " The group of teens then dragged both boxes up to Danny's room.

Jazz tapped her foot in anger and confusion by the door at the unraveling events. Danny had a lot of damn explaining to do. What the hell had her brother been up to that led to their evil uncle slash arch-nemesis sending him gifts intended for a Call-girl or Escort. Sam took up the bean bag and looked to Danny in worry while Tucker rummaged through the box, his eyes going wide when he found a lace thong.

"Sooo..." started Jazz tentatively. "Mind explaining what you guys did last weekend... " Danny blushed as Tucker held back his snickers when Sam smiled smugly and spoke.

"We did a photoshoot, Jazz. End of the story. " Jazz looked between the three teens then jogged her memory for any events involving a fashion show or gala of some sort last week then it dawned on her.

"No. "

"Yep. " Tucker.

"No way in hell. "

"Yes there is. " Sam.

"DANNY?!" The boy glanced at his sister then nodded. Jazz blanched but with awe and astonishment. He had the face but how? He was beautiful enough and the presents. Rumors were floating around that the beautiful girl had up and disappeared— the escape. Plus the fact, Paulina had been throwing dirty looks at Danny at school lately but she couldn't figure out why. A small smile graced her face. Her brother... Was the "Billionaire's Phantom." Wait~ what?

"So–so–so–so Is Masters like INFATUATED?! With you now? " Danby scrunched up his face and narrowed his eyes.

"Gee, I don't know Jazz." He sassed. "Maybe the $400 dollar Prada heels will tell everything. " He held them up and his cheeks flamed red, he had to give Vlad credit–the man had taste.

"So, you're 'Fantasma Ragazzo'?"

"Yep. " Sam chimed with a popping of the "p."

"So, you're the one driving Vlad up a wall?"

"Yep." Tucker.

"How successful was that shoot?" Danny's face couldn't get any redder, he just twiddled his thumbs while Sam and Tucker smirked at him.

"You're looking at a fifty million dollar ghost model." Jazz's eyes went wide with shock as she slid down the back of Danny's door with fascinated horror.

"What did you do at that gala?" Tucker perked an eyebrow at the question.

"Bruh, yo brother was the finest thang up in nere... You can NOT tell me you haven't seen the new Manson calendar. JLO ain't got NOTHIN on him! "

"Or haven't seen any of THE posters around town." Sam added. At all this, Danny pulled out a black scrapbook from under his bed and shuffled through a few pages.

"Or haven't seen last Monday's newspapers." Danny chimed. "It's one of my more unspeakable accomplishments but it deserved a spot in here." Danny turned the book toward Jazz only for it to show a newspaper clipping with a picture of the infamous supermodel pressed into Vlad's frame with the headline:

"BEAUTY AND THE BILLIONAIRE– MAYOR MASTERS $50 MILLION DOLLAR WIN"

Jazz gawked at the photo and yanked the book from Danny comparing him to his phan-tabulous counterpart.

"They don't even look the same!" She yelled. Danny smirked inwardly and took up one of the makeup kits.

"Don't make me prove a point." He playfully threatened.

"Plus the fact he brought home the outfits." Sam piped. Jazz was confused and lost but it all made sense. Her brother was a beautiful and well rounded model and tranny. He had every millionaire in town hooked on his alter ego and the only billionaire chasing her. The only thing that concerned the valedictorian was the fact, a 45-year old villain was now after him. But she was curious to see the photos and outfits.

"Can I see the outfits? "She asked hesitantly. Danny smiled gently and moved for his closet, he appeared again and placed two body-sized bags on the bed. He unzipped one and lifted out... The black and silver suit. Sam merely sniggered while Tuck shook his head but smirked.

"My favorite." Danny mused. Jazz went over and felt the material with a confused expression.

"This thing is like a size 2 or 4." She calculated. "How did you get in that?" Danny hung his head with shame and looked away.

"WAIT A BEAT~!" She hollered. "HAVE YOU BEEN EATING?!" Danny shook his head guiltly and blushed deeply. Just as she was about to fuss her baby brother out about a balanced diet, nutrition and all that JAZZ (#isuckatpunsforgive). There was a knock at the door.

The group of teens filed out downstairs only to spot... A caterer at the door and Jack signing-off a form. He then moved aside to let the caterer through with his wares which was a lot– two carts full of sandwiches and pastries.

"Hey." Called the caterer. "You Danny right? "

"Um, yeah." The caterer then handed him a fancy envelope with gold designs. The note inside:

"No lover of mine is going to starve to death. EAT SOMETHING FOR CHRIST SAKE! ~VLAD"

After Danny tentatively ate a sub and a few cookies and some tarts plus the gang had a bite to eat and snagged a few more snacks, Jack demolished the rest of it. They then went into the kitchen to avoid the disgusting debris of Jack's feast.

"Well?" Tried Sam.

"Well what? " Danny averted while nibbling a chocolate cookie, the blush on his face threatening to burst.

"What did the note say?" Jazz. Her turquoise orbs glared lasers into her brother; Plasmius was head over heels in L- O- V- E with her baby brother and she was NOT going for it. Vlad creeping after their mother was one thing but creeping after her sixteen year old brother was out of line. Danny avoided her piercing gaze and nibbled his cookies but admitted his defeat by sliding the note to her. She read it... Hey face one of horror. This was gonna be a long couple of weeks.

TIME SKIP OF HARASSMENT COURTESY OF YANDERE LOVE– Monday

Just a another day at Casper high, scratch that... It was weird. No ghost attacks whatsoever— unless you count Box Ghost, not really. Danny was able to catch up on all his classes– surprising Lancer by passing three test in a row with solid A's. The only real issue that arose showed up in seventh period.

It was study hall which offered Danny a chance to sleep. The rest of the class either chatted quietly or read a book. Lancer just graded some leftover classwork. Things were calm and chill till... There was a knock at the door. Lancer moved to open it only for everyone— minus Danny— to perk in curiosity. In the door stood a man in a grey and blue business suit with a cop by his side. In the guys hands rested an indigo velvet box about the size of a notebook.

"Is there A Daniel James Fenton in your class? " He asked with a formal tone.

"What do you ya want with Fentonail?" Whined Dash. Lancer sighed but returned his attention to the man.

"Danny FEN-TON?" The man nodded.

"I have a package for him. It's urgent that he signs for it. " The irritated teacher glanced around his classroom trying to locate the asked for teen only to hear a soft snore... Danny was knocked out. Lancer face-palmed at his slumbering student.

"Can someone please~ Wake. Him. UP! " Dash grinned darkly and moved toward the sleeping princess only for Sam's motherly "Vampire hiss" warned the jock to back off then... She "hood momma" slapped Danny's shoulder. The sleepy head awoke with a whine of pain and glare at his Gothic bestie. She pointed at Lancer to defend herself in response. Danny sighed then moved toward the men.

"Daniel James Fenton? "

"Yes sir. "

"Sign here, please. " The halfa signed off on the document in exchange he was handed the velvet box.

"Ciao. " At this Danny finally registered the 20 something odd eyes staring over his shoulder.

"Do y'all mind? " He whined in a mock southern accent at this his class backed off a bit. He shook off the nervousness then proceeded to open the box, inside...

"Uh... Tuck? "

"Yeah?"

"What is this thing? " Danny held the box open so his friends could take a peek. Tucker only had to glanced at the device and ended up losing his mind. He dropped kicked his best friend then held up a murderous fist and gave his homie the "evil anime eye" and "dark aura".

"MR. FOLEY! THERE WILL NO VIOLENCE IN MY CLASSROOM!?" Danny actually yelped in fear but then remembered — Ghost powers, duh. Tucker glared at him but all it took was a flash of his evil ghost eyes to turn the geek back to usual wimpy self and for good measure... SWIFT! AS A COURSING RIVER! DANNY SUPLEXED HIS BEST FRIEND!

"HA! NERD FIGHT! " The tables had turned and now Danny stood over a scared shitless Tucker.

"You–Look good when mad? "

"I only asked what the hell the thing was not for a martial arts demonstration."

"I'll explain at lunch. "

At the expense of getting detention later, lunch finally rolled around and the three besties sat at their table. Danny was still glaring daggers at Tucker for what he did even after the geek apologized thirty-seven times.

Danny finally let it go after Tucker got down on one knee and begged for mercy from his "ghostly wrath." Said ghost smirked evilly but let it go.

"Whatevs, just tell me what the hell this thing is. " Danny chimed. "Must be something epically new if you drop kicked me for it. " Tucker ran his hands down the smooth screen, squealing with awe. He tickled the sidesto locate the on button and found it.

"So beautiful. " The screen lite with the infamous Samsung symbol and went on with its process.

"It's everything I imagined..." Tucker whispered with tears in his eyes. "Do you know what this is?" Danny shook his head with minor excitement. "It's the Samsung NoteM7. Only the military has access to this but it's not supposed to hit the public markets till ten YEARS from now. It allows real time holographic projection of whatever you're doing. Holds THREE! " He emphasized with his hand. "THREE! Terabytes of storage. You practically have a supercomputer in the palm of your hands. Which brings me to the twelve inch screen~!"

"OKAY! WE GET IT! It's the best thing ever and you have no life. " Whined Sam as she confiscated the box to which Tuck whimpered. Seeing his pal die slowly of not touching the device. Danny slid it back to him after he retrieved what he was looking for... Another note.

"If my darling wishes to be an astronaut then he shall be one. I'll support all your dreams till the ends of time. BUT GET THOSE GRADES RIGHT! ~Vlad"

THE NEXT WEEK

Jazz was being a pest, hounding Danny to get rid of the gifts and call the police. He just gave her the glare that read "Bitch is you stupid?" It wasn't exactly dawning on her that if he snitched on Vlad, the vindictive and obsessive bastardo would return the favor. And to be truthfully honest, Danny was slightly enjoying the attention. Instead of having lasers pointed at his head, he was being showered with gifts and dare he even think it... Love. His life was made even easier by the lack of ghost activity. HE ACTUALLY MANAGED TO GET MORE THAN TWO HOURS OF SLEEP FOR ONCE. And the free food added to his blissful state– Vlad was ensuring his unclaimed darling was eating right.

Currently as stated before Jazz was chewing him out about the dangers of obsession. But the kawaii darling wasn't listening, he was engrossed in a mobile game he had installed on his tablet while on the side painting his nails a glossy black. Ever since the gala and all this obsession mess he came even further with accepting himself and sexuality. Painting his nails, wearing a bit of eye liner here and there, tighter shirts— it was fun.

"I get it! " He finally whined. "The guy's obsessed with me. Blah-blah! I'm in danger. Blah-blah! YOU. Seem to forget that I've been fighting this menace for the better part of three years. Two of which you were in the dark. Everyone deserves second chances, Jazz." He stood to leave just as she was about to counter him.

"Don't forget when you FIRST joined squad," She squeaked at that. "There was many a night I wanted to blast you to Kingdom Come for trapping me in that thermos." Jazz let him go reflecting back on her first time in the squad, Danny's ghost glare was worst than his human one.

Up in Danny's room, the young halfa was reminiscing on the gala. To be truly honest he was feeling like that girl from Fifty Shades of Grey. He was a commoner with a reputation now while his wealthy arch-nemesis chased after him. He pulled out the infamous suits that had landed him in this situation. "Fantasma Ragazzo," where in the hell did he come up with that? The name was practically a billboard if anyone paid attention and did their homework, ghost boy. The teen bit his lip and then... He phased off his regular clothes.

MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN...

Vlad... Fell out his chair, a harsh nosebleed making him dizzy. He got up and wiped the blood that had squirted all over his desk. What had caused this one may ask. Simple... The "Billionaire's Phantom" had returned. He had a front row seat to the trans- formation. Danny was an expert with his makeup kit, not a single smudge or blemish found. He was so fierce! RAWR!

"Oh my danish..." Coughed out Vlad as he fanned and repaired himself. The perverted mayor watched his computer with intrigue and lust. Danny fitted the black and silver outfit gorgeously, the primp little bow rested upon the ghostly child's backside— fattie.

"Can't believe I was this cute..." Mused Video- 'Fantasma'. "The only thing I'm missing is some shoes... Chiedo che cosa mi ha comprato quel fruitloop..." (Wonder what that fruitloop got me). The adorable model then wandered over to the closet and pulled out the secondary box which had remained untouched. The 'girl' cut the box open only to squeak at all the clothes.

" Maledetto! Fruitloop got taste... Still creepy though. " Vlad scowled at that—if whenever he claimed that sexiful creature he was gonna make 'her' pay for that comment. The show went on as she blasted random songs that SCREAMED sex.

She said she wants some Marvin Gaye, some Luther Vandross, a little Anita, will definitely set this party off right

(Are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be, are you gonna be? Well well well well well)

The ghostly diva was just dancing around while test wearing some of the clothes. That sexy bode rocking and rolling with the beat, the tail swerving in perfect circles. Vlad had practically raided Victoria's Secret, DTLR, PINK, H&M, Forever 21 and several other companies for those bedamned outfits.

Shawty had them apple bottom jeans (jeans)

Boots with the fur (with the fur)

The whole club was looking at her

She hit the floor (she hit the floor)

Next thing you know

Shawty got low, low, low, low, low, low, low, low

His pants became awfully tight as he continued to watch the feed. It was taking every ounce of self control in his system to avoid teleporting into that room that very instant and taking the poor oblivious babe. At that moment why did she have to change into a red and black sweatsuit and play Ciara 1,2 Step... Ghost fighting equals incredible dance moves.

Rock it, don't stop it,

Everybody get on the floor,

Wake the party up,

We about to get it on,

(Let me see ya'll)

1,2 step,

(I love it when ya'll)

1,2 step

(Everybody)

1,2 step,

We about to get it on

"Note to self..." Growled Vlad in frustration. "Look up the consent laws of several states and nations." It was at this moment in the feed that Jazz showed up and busted open Danny's door. Her shrill voice caused the feed to distort. DAMN IT JAZZ!

TIME SKIP OF CRUNK COURTESY OF EPIC DANCE SKILLZ – Thursday

Danny was now Danny again— much to his chagrin. Him and his two homies sat at their usual place during lunch and looked over the selfies he took as "Fantasma." They were tempted to post said photos to the School's Facebook wall and Instagram page with the caption "Guess whose back?" but thought better of it.

"I can't believe it. " Sam chimed as she scrolled through his photo album. "Vlad's losing his mind over THIS? 'She' is WAY out of his league. My only warning is be fucking careful. "

"Same here, b." mused Tucker. "I mean you was the BADDEST bitty during that gala but just be careful about how much sexy you expose. Don't need to hear bout you in the news saying you been kidnapped and stuff. " Danny blushed but nodded.

When class rolled around again, the crew was stuck doing book work. Pencils scratched paper as everyone was glazed over with boredom till... A knock sounded on the classroom door. Lancer moved to open it only for... Danny's obsessive-wealthy-villainous stalker to stand in the doorway. A gleam rested in his eyes that read "Where's my bae?", said azure eyes scanned the class till he finally located the telltale black bang peeking out over a binder. The class looked on in awe as their mayor cruised to the back of the class towards the loser trio. Vlad chuckled as Danny finally peeked up from his book and lightly blushed. The villain leaned down and placed a small red velvet box on his desk then whispered in his ear:

"Enjoy the ride, Little Badger." He then left.

The second the bell sounded the whole class stampeded for the door. They would've have bum rushed it for the buses but something in the midst of the parking lot caught their eye...

Team Phantom were the last ones out the door. When they finally made it to the parking lot they saw everyone crowded around something. Curiosity was SO hard to deny, they went over only to spot... A black with white and green highlights 2018 Mercedes-Benz S-Class with the "DP" logo acting as the license plate. The jocks were drooling over the car and worshipping it while the girls—minus Sam and Jazz— were gossiping over the possible owner, prepping to get with him.

"Real subtle, Plasmius." Sam then whispered in his ear.

"This explains the box. " As if to emphasize how overboard Vlad went with this gift, Dash gripped his hair and wailed.

"WHO OWNS THIS TOTALLY AWESOME CAR?! "

"I'LL MARRY THE OWNER! " Squealed Paulina and Star. Danny smirked nervously then raised his hand and hit the unlock button, the bodacious car chirped in response. Everyone's jaws dropped as the geek squad strode over to the vehicle— sadly the only one who could LEGALLY drive was Jazz.

Danny touched the car only to hear.

"Greetings, Sir Daniel. I am MARC– your Mechanical Automated Response Computer. Please get inside. " The car doors then lifted open, Tucker proceeded to faint into Sam's arms. The interior was dope— grey leather seats with Tvs in the headrest, mahogany dash, sky light, built in mini PlayStation 4 complete with four controllers.

"LORD HAVE MERCY, JESUS!" Squealed Tucker as he dove inside.

"TUCKER! " Whined Geek Squad.

"FEEEEENNTOOOOON!"

The drive home was the most awesome but awkward: Jazz was glaring lasers at Danny every chance she got, Sam kept reading the mood and flinching while Tucker squealed over every little detail in the car. The only who seemed fine or wasn't losing their mind was Danny. The halfa had a tiny blush upon his cheek but a scowl that would break Jazz's glare. The note:

"Thanks for the show, love. Nice moves. You look good in red. ~Vlad" The creeper was spying on him, someway somehow and this was the reward. Note to self: sweep my room for bugs.

MEANWHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE OF TOWN

Vlad was scheming—what else is new? The powerful man was plotting how to take his future~~ dare he even think it... Wifey? The 'where' part was the easiest turns out he had a meeting with his board of directors with his company in Italy soon – age of consent? Fourteen. The 'how' was the impossible part for several reasons. The Fenton's and Team Phantom were severely protective of their pride and joy–Danny. Vlad detested his father with every fiber in his being but knew the man was a key piece to his success. Jazz was already on Danny's case and keeping watch over him to ensure Vlad didn't make any moves—sibling separation was needed. His two friends, Samantha and Tucker wouldn't be that hard to get rid off, hell they won't notice the doll was gone till it was too late. Danny would soon be his by the end of the trip plus subtle revenge for standing him up as Fantasma.

"You will be mine, you gorgeous diva..." Muttered Vlad as he stroked his computer screen which at the moment was showing a live feed of a certain teen ghost messing with four inch stilettos.

"Danny go put those tainted heels back. "

"You can't make me do anything!"

TIME SKIP OF THE WEEKEND (ARTIST) — The Weekend

The Fenton family was doing the usual– Jazz fussing over Danny, Jack's inventions going on the fritz, Maddie ATTEMPTING to improve her cooking skills. At this moment in time, the young ghost hero was in his new car playing Mortal Kombat. Jazz was glaring at him from the window wondering when he'd notice her but after ten minutes she gave up. Eventually the darling went back inside.

"Wonder how people'll react when they see the Fantasma di Billionaire, again?" (Billionaire's Phantom).

Lime green taut lips with a tinge of silver, black eyeliner, silver eye shadow. A green bow on the right side of her green streaked hair with silver and diamond hoop earrings with many a black and silver bracelet. A white crop top that read "MY HEART IS IN ITALIA." and tight lime green capris then finally black sneaker stilettos. To complete the look– a black Louie handbag upon which the ghostly diva discovered a g-bar hidden inside.

" Ciclo della frutta stupido." (Stupid fruitloop).

'Fantasma' then flew to the local mall... Jaws dropped. No one had seen the perfect model since the gala. Her face had practically become the towns icon. As she strutted through the song Miss Berry by Hurricane Chris played. Adding to her Prima Donna beauty and highlighting her gorgeousness.

She finer den a B, ass and her T

Thick in tha hips, every n $ $ wanna call her

Miss Berry, Miss Berry

(Miss Berry)

Miss Berry, Miss Berry

(Miss Berry)

The other girls cried as she graced their presence. Her perfect makeup and smile had them calling up their daddies for plastic surgery. The boys practically bowed at her feet and WISHED they were them jeans! Her autograph was begged for to which she signed with a elegant cursive "FR."

The beautiful doll then went to her favorite comic book store and chilled. She was midway through a X-men comic when someone noticed her.

"Now I know! You ain't come out here like that! " Fantasma turned only to see Tucker.

"Ciao." She chimed, the techogeek shook his head but came and stood by the model's side.

"Permission to take a selfie wit'chu?"

"Concesso." (Granted). The caption to said selfie:

"YOOOO! KICKING IT AT THE MALL! RAN INTO MY SUPERMODEL DIVA BESTIE FANTASMA RAGAZZO!"

Tucker then got slapped upside the head and the two turned only to find Sam with her phone out. The second caption.

"GUESS WHOSE BACK IN AMITY?! MY FAVORITE ITALIAN DOLL BABY!"

The three homies then kicked it for the remainder of the evening. With a crowd of fans on their heels.

MEANWHILE WITH A CERTAIN MAYOR

Unbeknownst to Phantom squad, Vlad was at the mall plus he was an avid follower of Tucker's blogs. His phone's notification light went off and he looked to only for his face to light... Bae was at the mall. He wandered around till he located her— she wasn't that hard to find neither a group of fans surrounded them as they played arcade games.

Vlad waited his future love out then when six o'clock rolled around the three homies departed. Fantasma begun the walk back to Fenton-Works with a smile and several comic book bags on her arms. The model was so engrossed in a song that was on her iPhone she was humming along to that she didn't register the limo that rolled up directly next to her.

"Eep!" She gasped when she finally looked to her right. She looked the vehicle up and down till she found the small monogram that read "VM."

"Thanks for the heart attack, idiota."

The window rolled down only to reveal Plasmius in all his stinking rich and evil glory wearing dark sunglasses— Versace.

"Hello, beautiful. "

"What do you want, Plasmius?" Danny ordered. The billionaire tilted his glasses to get a better look at his god-nephew.

"Love the new look...When did you get back to the states? "

"Ohhhh! So that's how you wanna play?" Danny quizzed, he cleared his throat then leaned against the car, and spoke again.

"Ciao, Commune Masters...Piacere rivederti, mi mancherà?" (Pleasure to see you again, miss me?)

"Not a clue what the heck you just said... " Vlad purred back. "But tonight I do need your help."

"With what exactly di grazia, per favore?" (Pray tell, please?) Vlad sent the doll a look that read "WTF".

"I'm having a meeting tonight with some board members, it would help to have a beauty on my arms. " Fantasma reverted back to 'his' REAL voice.

"And if I don't go? "

"Hmm? Let's see... " mused Vlad. "I take the car and expose you and your ghost half to every corner of the globe. "

" Impossibile snitch su di me, senza fare la spia su di te, idiota." (Can't snitch on me without snitching on yourself, dumbass.)

"Are you in or out, lovely? " Danny thought it over— it could be a trap and Vlad was gonna hurt him or worse. It could be that Vlad wanted to take him on a date which would be unapproved by several people— Jazz especially. Or he needed Danny's diverse skill set for something ghost- related.

"If you so much as blink wrong... " Danny threatened. " Io Artiglio tuoi occhi con questi tacchi a spillo." (I'll claw your eyes out with these stiletto heels.) He then got in.

Fantasma sat as close to the door as inhumanly possible to which Vlad chuckled and looked over some documents. She couldn't read his face but knew the evil behind it was intended for her. The mastermind had a plan afoot and she was right in the midst of it.

"So tell me..." He started once the pixie had calmed down. "When did you learn Italian, Little Badger? " Fantasma looked to the villain and then looked out the window.

"Sixth grade. My parents dragged me and Jazz to Italy and I got tired of Spanish."

" Tienes cansado de la lengua del amor?" (You got tired of the language of love?) Fantasma perked in shock, his arch-nemesis knew Spanish but not Italian?

"Yes I did, Italians have better fashion sense. " Vlad laughed then... Pulled the model into his frame earning a yelp of surprise.

"I can see that, Little Badger. The pants from Milan, the shirt~ granted from here. Bracelets and earrings from South Africa. Ah! They have the most perfect diamonds. And the shoes— custom made in France. " During Vlad's monologue his hands kept drifting—!

"Vlad?"

"Yes? "

"If you like your existence you'll get those hands off my chest and ass."

They finally arrived at their destination... A high end nightclub.

It was around seven; the limo opened the door and Fantasma got out. The place looked hype on both sides of the carpet, fans and party-goers packed. The Players Ball was the name, the doll cast Vlad a look that read "Really? " only for the billionaire to smirk and move her along.

"Look cute, stay close. " He growled in her ear as they strutted down the runaway. The bouncer only had to glance at Plasmius to let them in. Strobe lights lasered over everything and everyone. The place was packed with teens and adults in a mix of sex and ecstasy. The current song: Young Jeezy and R Kelly: Go Getter.

You Know We Trap All Day Play All Night Dis Is Da Life Of A Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

U In Da Clu Bad Bitch Point Her Out (Oh) Yea U Damn Right Ima (Ey)

You Damn Right Ima Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Ey) Go Getta (Yea)

Vlad gripped Fantasma's manicured hand and escorted her through the crowd. The smell of rabid hormones reeked within the air as the pixie deduced the villain's motives for luring her here.

"Commune Masters... You said we were heading to a meeting... "

"Yes? " He chimed glancing back at her with an evil gleam in his eye.

"Why the hell are we in a nightclub?" Vlad laughed darkly at her question, the poor ghoul refused to loosen her guard— smart move.

"You're that distrusting of me, darling? Despite the love I shower upon you."

"Last I checked, you're a billionaire-villain with a god complex." Vlad shrugged, there was truth to that.

The two maneuvered through the throngs of people only to head for the VIP lounge. The room was a mauve shade with white and black couches. Vlad held the door so Fantasma could enter. The young halfa had never experienced such chaotic luxuries, she shrunk back in fear but her devious escort gave her a small shove in the direction of their hosts. The men in the room eyed her like a slab of meat— Jazz was slightly becoming right. Their outfits screamed dirty money as they took in every detail of the "Billionaire's Phantom" and plotted how they could claim her from her current evil suitor.

"Tell them you're the translator." whispered Vlad in her ear, the warm breath caused Fantasma to squeak in fear but she did as asked.

" Saluti, io sono traduttore Mayor Masters '." (Greetings, I'm Mayor Masters' translator.) The men nodded in greeting and motioned for them to have a seat. The diva was slightly scared, the room smelled heavily of cigars and liquor; she sent Vlad a glare that read "I'm kicking your ass" but the tyrant ignored her.

" Così, capo Vladimir come siete voi questa sera?" Vlad looked to his little translator only to find her looking out the window at the party-goers, the dashing lights adding to her beauty, he tapped her thigh.

"The man asked 'how are you, tonight?'"

"Tell him, I'm fine, please. "

" Il bastardo ha detto che sta bene, e tu?" (The bastardo said he's fine and you?) Vlad poured himself up a glass of vodka and glared at his translator/ date— it didn't take a genius to figure out what bastardo meant. The doll shrugged and went back to staring out the window.

"It's time we start our meeting, GENTLEMEN. "

" È ora di iniziare la riunione ... ciclo fruttato stupido."

After an hour and some change, all business has been set to rights thanks to Danny's swift translation skills. As of now, the "men" in the room were laughing and giggling over God knows what. Even Vlad was a bit lifted but due to being half ghost his vodka tolerance was stronger than when he was human. Danny was the only sane person in the room— too young to drink (duh)— and he was immensely bored. He looked to his drunken kidnapper and then to his phone, he sighed only nine— his curfew wasn't for another two hours. Why not have a little fun?

" Il sindaco Masters ... Posso andare a ballare?" (Mayor Masters... May I go dance?)" Vlad looked to his darling obsession and then to her rigid and luxurious curves, he moved closer.

"What was that, gorgeous?" He peppered light kisses to Fantasma's hair only for her to growl in slight irritation and disgust.

"I SAID! " She whined under his drunken kiss barrage. "Can I go dance! I'm bored! " Vlad looked at her blankly then smirked.

"Go head. " The pixie stood up to leave but she was yanked back, her billionaire was giving her hand a long and slobbery kiss.

"Don't even THINK of leaving without me. "

"Wouldn't dream of it, Coglione." (Fucker.)

She was free to party and play to her heart's desire. Just as she made it the next song played which was a mix of two of her favorite groups: Daft Punk and Outkast. She danced with the expertise of a legit dance coach and her hips moved perfectly. The footwork was precise and complex— one does not simply manage a 360 degree spin in heels. It was all light and fun till she got challenged by another girl... Paulina. How that shallow witch- with- A- capital-B snuck into the high end club without an escort or ID check is beyond us? The deejay must've caught the confrontation and flipped songs.

Boi stop

It's about to be a what?

Girlfight!

Danny may have been acting in the role of a female but there was no way he was backing down. Paulina was making his life hell at school and now it was payback time. What better way to embarrass her name for good than beat her on the dance floor? Brooke Valentine: Girl Fight

We bout to throw them bows

We bout to swang them thangs

We bout to throw them bows

We bout to swang them thangs

It's bout to be a what?

Girlfight!

Grace and coordination were highly valued at this point. Fantasma had a crew of girls by her side in the blink of an eye while Paulina dizzily tried to assemble one.

There she go talkin' her mess

All around town makin' me stress

I need to get this off my chest

And if her friend want some then she'll be next

It really ain't that complicated

Y'all walking round looking all frustrated

Want some plex come on let's make it

Ya acting real hard but I know ya fakin'

Things were heated but the phantom pixie was winning. Ghost fighting trained a body good and left simple hos in the dust. Paulina was utterly and completely ruined as the battle went on. By the end she had run off in defeat. Fantasma sensed revenge would come in the near future but just let it go at this rate. She had a drunken billionaire to attend to.

MEANWHILE IN VIP

VLAD...had watched the whole thing. His doll had worked her perfect ass'sets and won. Using them to wipe a rival off the map like a nuclear bomb. Looks like he did teach her something in terms of ruthlessness. He smirked and watched as she twirled upon the dance floor with happiness. Fantasma Ragazzo aka Daniel James Fenton would be his... If it was the last thing he did.

TIME LAPSE OF PARTY COURTESY OF THE WALK OF SHAME

Danny barely shaved it with his curfew at eleven he cut it close with a few minutes to spare. With ghostly speed on his side, he cleaned up his room— shoving all those outfits into his closet plus hiding the shoes under his bed. He gasped as he heard footsteps on the stairs, it took a minute but his crop top came off.

"Maledetto!" He hissed as the footsteps got closer. The bracelets and earrings into a dresser, the capris and shirt under his pillow. He clambered into bed two seconds before the door flitted open, his mother peeking her head in to check up on her precious baby. She went over and kissed his cheek but noticed he smelled like sweat and... VODKA?! Motherly instincts ain't never lied– something was up and more than the usual. She left quietly but the aura of suspicion lingered like an ominous essence.

THE FOLLOWING WEEK - MONDAY

Phantom clique was worn out which here translates to three quizzes, two tests and a book report due at the end of the week— school is a living hell. All three simultaneously crashed on Danny's bed with a sigh. This ghost fighting break was immaculate, the halfa was working his way back to the top of his class– solid B's. His eating habits were restored to rights— when your evil uncle slash suitor sends you food everyday. And that sleep though... FIRST TIME IN AGES, HE WAS ABLE TO GET A DECENT AMOUNT OF REST. His bed felt like a cloud while his nightmares measured fewer in number. He had to give Vlad credit– the man had pull in the GZ, not even Skulker came and bothered him like he used to. Back to the present moment, Phantom clique lay on Danny's bed chilling, the book report forgotten to their teen adolescent minds. Sam sat up first.

"I swear I never wanna see another test again. "

"Don't remind me... " groaned Danny from beside her. "But I can't believe I'm passing with a something higher than a C though. " A tiny blush came to his cheeks when he remembered WHO got him this much needed and deserved break.

"Yeah, speaking of—!" piped Tucker. "Bruh, what did you do last Saturday night? " Tucker smirked evilly at his brother (practically), Danny's face lit red like Mars at the question and he turned away.

"I came home... " LIE. Tucker then gripped his shoulders and sung.

"Why the f— you lyin?" Danny tried to move but Tucker held him tight and continued singing. "Why you always lyin? Mmmhmm! Oh my gosh! Stop the f— lyin!"

"Okay okay okay! I was~~ with Plasmius." Sam's expression turned into one of motherly horror as she listened to his answer then she pulled him into her bosom and cuddled him senseless.

"You poor innocent cinnamon roll! Did he hurt you?! Cause if he did he's as good as dead. "

"Relax, Sam~" coaxed Tucker. "I only asked because guess who was in the paper?" At this the technogeek held Danny's tablet up and showed the latest gossip news headlines:

"BEAUTY AND THE BILLIONAIRE: AMITY'S FUTURE "IT" COUPLE?" and

"THE PHANTOM OF THE DANCEFLOOR~ FANTASMA RAGAZZO AT THE PLAYA'S BALL."

"Okay! " Danny wailed. "After the mall that jerk bastardo took me to the club so I could play translator for some of his clientele that came through. When things started to get rowdy I left."

"Define rowdy because from the look of this pic of y'all together things got raunchy~!" Teased Tucker. The pic showed Fantasma and Vlad hugged up on the dancefloor— even drunk, the villain retained his air of classiness. Danny blushed hard reflecting back on that moment.

FLASHBACK OF RANDOM CLUBBING COURTESY OF J-KWON TIPSY

Fantasma was lit, she was partying hard with the lights dancing off her skin. Yeah, a few photographers were in the crowd but none caught her doing wrong just awesome dance moves that'd put a choreographer to shame. Footwork of a goddess, the crowd was yelling her name and cheering her on to which she merrily kept going. This continued on till a strong hand gripped her wrist and pulled her into a firm but clothed and strong chest– Vlad. The phantom model looked into her kidnapper's eyes with defiance and a bit of amusement.

"Try to keep up old man." She taunted.

"I'm a fast learner." Vlad made a gesture to the deejay to flip the song... Genuine: Pony.

If you're horny, Let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

If you're horny, let's do it

Ride it, my pony

My saddle's waiting

Come and jump on it

Fantasma yelped at the sudden change in positions, she was face to face with Masters to which the man evilly smirked. Their lips were mere inches from each other and then suddenly... CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! Several cameras went off in their faces, being part ghost the bright lights irritated both of them and when the greedy paparazzi closed in they got separated.

THUS ENDING THE FLASHBACK

Danny covered his cheeks and fell back on his bed with a groan of embarrassment. His two homies giggled at his predicament and laid on top of him with love...

Unbeknownst to the clique, Jazz was outside the door the whole time. Said eavesdropper was about to bust open the door and rant on Danny for allowing the "Fantasma Ragazzo" affair to go this far when the door bell rang. Jazz quickly scurried away just as the other teens came out of Danny's room. They all went downstairs only to find... Maddie and Jack looking over a box that a UPS worker had just dropped off, it was the size of the second box that had been sent only a bit smaller. Maddie's eyes glazed over to the group of teens now, more pointedly her son, whom the box was for. Jack was about to bust the box wide open till the door bell rang again, the caterer– again for Danny. Jack was suspicious of the first gift but the caterer could stay.

"Tariq! My main man! " He beamed. Over the course of the past few weeks Jack and Tariq had become friends. "What's on the menu today, ho-mie?"

"It's pronounced 'homie', but I got'chu, G." The young man replied. "Apparently, the guy who usually orders up for y'all decided to double up on everything. So, I got everything from heroes to blts and every dern pastry up in nat piece. And, Danny—!"

"Another one? " The halfa quizzed knowingly, Tariq nodded and flicked it to him. At this opportune moment while Jack was gorging on the food — which was meant for DANNY— the three teens plus a reluctant Jazz slipped the new box upstairs. How they slipped a box upstairs that quickly and quietly, 'nobody had a clue.'

Once in Danny's room, said ghost teen pounced on the box with hidden glee and irritation. He cut the box open only to find... Dresses and suits fit for royalty— more dresses than suits to be precise— with an assortment of expensive heels and shoes. But the thing that struck everyone was that the colors of the outfits matched Danny's superhero persona's colours. The crew looked at one another bewildered but then Danny remembered he hadn't even read the note. He smirked and used his latest psychic abilities to snag the thing from the bed, he then read it over:

"Enjoying the presents and snacks? I hope all is well but I need your help again, my Italiana darling. Please do reply. ~Vlad"

"Well~?" Jazz quizzed. Danny blushed– his face lit like a red hot chilli pepper, he averted her gaze— Is them Louie Viton's? Jazz groaned in anger and snatched the card from him. Danny reacted on instant and tried to take it back but his genius sibling held it out of his reach. The halfa's eyes slowly turned neon green of which his homies took notice and tried to help him get the note back.

"Dare indietro, idiota!" He demanded (Give it back, you jerk!)

"Since when do you know ITALIAN?! "

"Who cares, GIVE ME MY LETTER! " At this Danny's inner yandere took over and lifted her in the air with his ghost powers. While Jazz helplessly floated, the offended ghost snatched his note away. It was a secret but Danny secretly adored the notes Vlad wrote— they made him feel special— plus the fact a truce was in the works. Jazz had no idea how good he had it now, curfew on point, grades on fleek, DECENT NIGHT'S REST! He was NOT about to let her ruin this with her smarty pants mouth and to be REAL... The young phantom was kind of 'FEELIN' the evil businessman.

"Will you FRICKIN STOP trying to run my life?! " Danny whined. "I thought we covered this! I. Can. Handle. HIM." He set her down on the bed and locked eyes. "Everyone deserves second chances maybe this is his. And did you ever stop to think that I might be stronger than him? What little expertise you have in the field has NO-THING on us! Now if you excuse ME! I have a date to plan out and NO ONE is gonna stop me!" Sam and Tucker ohh'd at this from their spots on the bed, Jazz scowled in defeat as her brother sashayed over to the dresses and fiddled around with the material. The next few days were gonna be long and hard.

TWO WEEKS LATER-Wednesday

Things were tense in the Fenton household which here means Jazz glaring at Danny, him turning his nose up at her, Maddie playing PI and Jack being oblivious. Said lady ghost hunter was upset about the sheer cold of distance seeping into her family. Danny had received countless gifts each week all from an unknown benefactor this in turn lead to Jazz's severe mood swings. And the strange thing was that no one had even seen the gifts– he'd always find a way to distract them and sneak the packages away. Maddie now analyzed a progress report from Mr. Lancer on Danny– them grades was downright perfect, solid A's. There was a note attached that read:

"I don't know what happened, Fenton's but it was needed and appreciated. Keep up the good work with your splendid boy. ~Lancer" Maddie sighed but smiled and then looked to the stairs as of current, Danny was in his room doing whatever... Maybe she should go talk to him.

MEANWHILE WITH 'FANTASMA RAGAZZO'

The phantom model was prepping for an important meeting, Vlad had finally come through with the rest of his ultimatum and rewards. Fantasma was to accompany him... To a ball. The ball was being held in honor of a new building a competitor had just built– a few clients must've been of ITALIAN origin if he was calling her in. The presents were beautiful: a diamond bracelet and peridot earrings with a couple of video games and comic books/mangas. Fantasma was to meet up with the billionaire at his place then they'd leave out together. As of now she was picking out the final touches of her makeup when the door cracked open... SHIT!

Maddie contemplated what she was going to say to her son, she just wanted her children to start speaking to each other again. It was hard to see them not getting along and if anything Danny was spending more time in the bathroom. Plus that one night where her precious baby came home smelling like he spent a night partying had really been eating her up inside. Hopefully, this chat would calm her fears down. She cracked open Danny's door only to find... Him reading a book on astrology.

"Sweetie?"

"Yeah, Mom?"

"Can we talk?" This was the start of a long- thirty minute- boring chat about school, secrecy, sexualities, and every awkward teen years topic a teen could think of. If Danny could count how many times he nearly got busted for something ghost-related or embarrassing, he'd be hella rich. In truth all Maddie saw was an elaborate illusion courtesy of her son's ghost powers– Illusion Manipulation, he got it a little while after the cryokinesis. The illusion-Danny (the one on the bed) was just mocking everything he said from across the room... Plasmius was gonna kill him.

TIME SKIP OF CLASSINESS COURTESY OF CARO EMERALD (DUTCH SINGER) - Vlad's Mansion 8:31 pm

Phantom was in a rush, the ball must've started by now and knowing Vlad—with his pompous impatience— he probably already left. He was in for it later, he got to the door only to find a note:

"I know you got held up by your mother. Just come inside. I haven't left yet, little badger. ~Vlad"

Danny phased through the giant double doors and floated around a bit till he found an empty spare room to change in. This evening was looking nice...

Another shower and Fantasma was back, the Italiana flounced over to the bag she packed and pulled out her attire for the evening. The dress was too FIERCE! RAWR~! A black halter dress with a diamond studded collar to show off her slender back, with a small green sash around her waist and slits to show off her elegant legs— DEM LEGS DOUGH! Plus some green open-toed shoes to show off her phan-tabulous French pedicure. She put on her earrings and bracelets then applied her infamous makeup: black and silver eyeshadow, neon green lipstick with a hint of baby blue silver... She was ready.

"Finito." (All done.)

"And not a moment too soon..." Mused a devious yet sultry voice. Fantasma squealed in fear but defended herself from her would- be- attacker with a psychic blast. She peeked an eye open only to find a bewildered and intrigued Vlad tossed upon the bed.

"You mastered telekinesis?" He asked as he caught his breath and straightened himself.

"Tutti abbiamo i nostri segreti, bastardo." Fantasma replied with a hand on her hip. (We all have our secrets, bastard.) She then yoked Vlad up by his tie and chokingly tightened it then put a heel to his vital regions. 'His' REAL voice came into play. "Don't. Ever. Scare. Me like that again. A meno che non si desidera che tali soldati tuo bruciati con il fuoco ecto..." (Unless you want those soldiers of yours burned with ecto fire). The billionaire was stunned and clueless– he didn't know what 'he' said but was a hunid percent sure it was a threat of extreme evil. Vlad was wide- eyed at his Little Badger– he didn't know whether to be scared shitless or highly turned on by the sheer rage in 'his' eyes— the stiletto at his dick added to his arousal. Daniel's gorgeous face full of hatred just caused him to go even more crazy inside. His pants became painfully tight and it didn't help there was a razor sharp heel on his vitals at the moment. After his moment of weakness wore off he smirked evilly at the deranged and ticked model.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Vafanculo." (Fuck you).

TIMESKIP OF A DRIVE, MILD HARASSMENT AND A BITE MARK IN A LIMOUSINE - 9:16 pm Gala opening of the new building downtown.

They had just arrived at the ball and it was filled with many a rich and prominent folk. Vlad felt right at home amidst all the arrogance and money-throwing but Fantasma shrunk back as the bright lights and glam irritated her vision. Her escort noticed this and put an arm gently around her shoulders in comfort. As much as the babe was annoyed at his touch in this instant she made an exception and allowed him to steer her in the right direction. They were swarmed with eager news reporters and scandalous paparazzi but one evil eye from Vlad they all backed off, Fantasma... Smiled.

Once inside they were steered through the crowd of wealthy socialites to their own private table which was being shared with several people... Mr and Mrs Manson plus a few other people. Fantasma immediately perked upon seeing the couple maybe there was a chance Sam was there— cough, forced to come.

"How ya doing, Mr. Mayor?" chimed Jeremy. The two men shook hands then Vlad turned his attention to Sam's mom.

"Hello, Mayor Masters." Pam cheerfully greeted, Vlad kissed her hand lightly.

"Mrs. Manson, you look LOVELY this evening. " The villain glanced an eye at his 'date' whom of which retaliated by subtly exposing a luxurious leg to a passing waiter. Said waiter spilled his wares all over the floor and nearly splashed Vlad but he dodged. The billionaire sent a glare to his date who absentmindedly nibbled a mochi she snatched from a plate. Round one to FANTASMA. After the mess was cleaned, Vlad was of course a gentleman and pulled out her chair then he took his own seat. Mrs. Manson then turned her attention to the ghoul pixie that seemed to be enhanced by all the glitz and glam.

"Um? HELL-O, again. Fantasma." The cutie finally directed her attention to the others at the table and blushed. Vlad's eyes went predatorial at the innocent action— he had to check himself before he lost it.

"Ciao, i coniugi Manson." She chimed (Hello, Mr and .) "How are you doing tonight?"

"Fine, deary. This ball is immaculate. " The glittery and obnoxious woman then went on a rant of all things beautiful boring everyone within vicinity of her.

"Signora Manson, where's Sam? " The little Italiana asked after the woman took a breath. Vlad mouthed a thank you in her direction he got a nod as "You're welcome."

"Sorry, dear. " Mrs. Manson sighed out. "But Sammykin's REFUSED to come near—? What did she say again, honey? "

"Any place that was built on the sacred and exploited grounds of Mother Earth." Jeremy answered. "Our poor troubled teen."

"Maybe you should~! OW! " Vlad sent his escort a look but she returned it with a vicious glare that read "If you or anybody ever tries to force my homie into this disgusting pep society I will blast you to kingdom come then feast on the remains of your soul." It didn't help she had a stilleto pressed on his foot. This was gonna be a long dinner.

Once awards had been given out, a couple of boring speeches spoken, and all Italiano- related business was attended to, beauty and billionaire were downright bored. If memory was recalled correctly, this was supposed to be a ball as in... Where the frick was the music and the medievally coordinated dances? Fantasma was bored to death– hehe, ghost pun, she glanced at her suitor who heaved out a big sigh as another weasly businessman yammered in his ear... THAT DID IT. She stood up with haste which attracted Vlad's attention.

"What's wrong, beautiful? "

"Niente. I'll be back... " She strutted away subtly aware her backside was attracting perverted eyes (Nothing.) Fantasma flitted over to the band that was playing and located its leader, they exchanged a few words before the music changed... Gloria Estefan: Conga ( a majority of us are even to young to remember this.)

"Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga

I know you can't control yourself any longer

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga

I know you can't control yourself any longer"

Vlad... Was shocked, astonished, appalled, baffled, stunned and above all entranced as well as those in attendance. The bold jewel of his eye was stepping and dancing effortlessly to the music as she prepped to sing the next part. The lights danced off her glittered skin and illuminated her beautiful features. She partied her way over to Vlad and yanked the billionaire from his seat causing the high man of class to flush bright red. Fantasma smirked at this and continued her assault of AWESOMENESS:

"Everybody gather 'round now

Let your body feel the heat

Don't you worry if you can't dance

Let the music move your feet

It's the rhythm of the island

And like sugarcane so sweet

If you want to do the conga

You've got to listen to the beat"

The mayor was astounded and hypnotized by all this, his date practically had taken over the ball. She moved with grace and shimmied with ecstasy as the room full of pompous socialites loosened up. The seductress then gestured Vlad over and then... AWESOME FOOTWORK MONTAGE OF TANGO AND SALSA! The ball was lit, the ghostly supermodel had turned it out, her voice was perfecto— Ember had some severe competitizon. The party roasted on till finally the last lines of the song rang clear, proud and loud.

"Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga

I know you can't control yourself any longer

Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger

Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do the conga beat

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga!"

The phantom princess was in Vlad's grasp finishing the dance by being dipped with passion, a foot in the air. The two locked eyes as it finally dawned on FANTASMA that she had made two mistakes. A) she just let her arch-nemesis/ suitor know she could sing– courtesy of her ghostly wail and B) the two were in a severely intimate position. Vlad logic at the moment in all this: TO HELL WITH IT! HE KISSED HER! The kiss was deep, potent, and on top of that electrifying. The billionaire looked to his innocent conquest only to find her flitting with emotions. Rage, lust, confusion, annoyance, bashfulness you name it– the stunned phantom covered her face as Vlad smirked and lifted her up into a spin then embrace. Cameras acted in the place of fireworks as Vlad stole another long kiss.

TIME LAPSE OF CURFEW COURTESY OF SEXUALITY- 12:00 am

After the ball, Fantasma turned back into Danny who was still flustered by the two stolen kisses. Vlad was quiet on the limo ride home as the boy shed his person, he really hoped Daniel did swing that way. He must have if he wasn't ranting and raging and cutting him with an ice shard. With or without the facade, Danny was beautiful and mysterious; Vlad would never admit but the boy outranked him in several aspects of being half-ghost. The two stole glances at one another– Danny's full of annoyance and happiness while Vlad's were inquisitive and prideful. Once the two reached the mansion they finally had a chat of sorts.

"Did you enjoy yourself, this evening my pet? "

"If you mean wearing a $1200 dress, eating fancy tuna, singing my ass off only to have you steal my kissing virginities again, then yes. " He replied while taking off his peridot earrings. Vlad eyed his back with ravenous hunger but held it together as the adorable tranny bent over to take off his heels. His perverted imagination was clawing at him– wondering how that elegant back would look littered in— KEEP IT TOGETHER!

"Finalmente!" Danny whined (Finally!) "My damn feet were starting to hurt. "

"Say, Daniel? "

"Sí? "

"I'm a bit confused about you. I've had plenty relations being bisexual myself but are you~!"

"Pan as frick? The answer is yes."

"Pan? "

"Pansexual- I give two shits less about your gender as long you have a decent personality...To put it simply I'm bi too, old man. Happy now? "

"Yes. What about your parents, do they know? "

"Eh. They're suspicious but I could care less. As sweetly stated by Valerie 'They couldn't catch a ghost or gay if it was living under their own roof.'"

"Fair enough." Vlad replied to Danny's retreating back."If that's the case... May I ask you accompany me again?" A visible tremor traveled down that majestic spine he wanted so badly to leave a mark on. Danny's face lit like a strawberry at the question...

"A-a-are you asking me out... Officially?"

"Yes. " Vlad replied. On the outside he was his usual pompous and suave self but on the inside he was screaming— HE SAID YES! DANIEL WILL BE MINE!

"Some fine Italian wine and food, maybe Romano's?"

"You do know after tonight we're the 'IT' couple, right?" Danny mused. The poor ghoul could only imagine the headlines to the papers after tonight. So many photos of the kiss, the sexy dance, his beautiful singing voice and so on. "BTW, I didn't really thank you for this~~ much needed ghost-fighting break. Thank you. "

"You can repay me by getting home safely. Need me to escort you, Little Badger?"

"Nah, but I look forward to that date... See ya, V-man." Vlad tsked playfully the nickname but went to his study knowing after a few minutes he'd be alone... Again.

TIME SKIP OF SCHOOL COURTESY OF THE REPORT CARDS- THURSDAY

It was the end of the grading period and Team Phantom was in homeroom waiting for those bedamned-dreaded report cards. Danny was for once uplifted about the damn things, he's been studying hard and receiving A's and B's in a majority of his classes— except gym, can't show off. But a blush had been plastered on his face since morning, why? His two homies had been giving him the parental yet "I want to know all" playful eye. After Tucker made some suggestive hand signs, Danny lost it.

"WHAT?! "

"Oh nothing... Miss Saxobeat." The Goth and Geek giggled. "Baby got that toma... "

"What you, idiotas?"

"I like to cha cha, aye~. In a sexy new building, yeah." Danny's cheeks puffed in anger and embarrassment as it slowly dawned on him what they were teasing him about. He put his head down in embarrassment and simmered in his self-pity.

"Stai zitto." He muttered (Shut up.) They didn't listen they just laughed like it was the funniest thing to ever hit the planet. Sam patted his shoulder but let loose a few laughs while Tucker just chuckled incredulously. The poor ghost was at their mercy.

"If I had known I~!" Sam started. "I would've WENT. Why didn't you tell anybody you could sing? Do you know how long I've wanted my own band?" At this rate her and Tucker were dying- hehe death puns.

"Yeah, yeah. I embarrassed myself for Plasmius's sake. Now quit laughing, idiotas."

"Have you even SEEN today's headlines?" Tucker asked leaning over to bother his bestie. "Why ain't you tell anybody you could dance? You had that spot LIT!" At that the geek showed Danny a series of gossip articles on his tablet:

"AMITY'S 'IT' COUPLE IS CONFIRMED! BILLIONAIRE VLAD MASTERS IS OFFICIALLY OFF THE MARKET!"

"BEAUTY AND THE BILLIONAIRE STRIKE AGAIN!"

"FANTASMA RAGAZZO: THE ITALIAN PACKAGE~ MODEL, SONGSTRESS, SEDUCTRESS"

"Maledetto~" Was all the flustered ghost-child could say (Damn.) At this moment, Mr. Lancer returned from the office with the report cards, everybody signed for them either whining or cheering at the results but when he got to Danny's...

"Mr. Fenton, can you please come to my desk? " Danny did as asked but shivered nervously once the bashful teen was before him, Lancer started.

"My dear boy... WHAT IN THE NAME OF OLIVER TWIST HAVE YOU BEEN UP TO? " Danny's face flushed fifty shades of red at the question as weeks of cross-dressing, fancy clothes, expensive gifts and ghost-fighting went on a rampage within his mind. His nervous breakdown took hold so bad that he started SPEAKING ITALIAN!

"Io non ho fatto niente! Io non sono Danny Phantom o Fantasma Ragazzo!" He yelled out in haste,the sweat pooling on his forehead ( I haven't done anything! I'm not Danny Phantom or Fantasma Ragazzo!)

"Oh, you're a fan of her too?" Lancer mused. "She's all hype if you ask me— BUT anyways, I was talking about your grades! They've SKYROCKETED! How in the world did you manage?! Ohhh, who am I kidding?! YOUR PARENTS ARE GENIUSES! Friday, I'll be by to have a parent-teacher conference about this! ~~~" Danny paled at the dreaded words, a PT conference? NO! The adorable tranny had plans– plans that involved a certain evil billionaire and the Russian ballet, he so DID NOT WANNA CANCEL. At this moment, Murphy's law decided to rear its ugly head...

"I AM THE BOX GHOST!" At this the whole class ran screaming for the nearest exit— all minus Phantom Squad. Danny turned and glared at the annoying spectre just as the class evacuated and shifted to his secondary form only... HE WAS IN HIS FANTASMA RAGAZZO OUTFIT! THE BLACK AND SILVER BATHING SUIT!

"DANNY!" Sam and Tucker called out. The hero or shall I say heroine finally took notice of 'HER' attire.

"Che cazzo?! Where's my jumpsuit?!" He hollered only for Box Ghost to bust out laughing like no tomorrow (What the fuck?!) Total LMAO meltdown! Danny wasn't having it, there was nothing wrong with being a tranny! How dare that imbecile make fun of his outfit?! That thing cost his warrant ten times over. The kawaii darling's eyes glowed as the ghost continued to laugh. Phantom appeared lightening quick in front of the nuisance and yoked him up by his undershirt and put a stilleto heel to the ghost stomach. His enraged and feral growl from those perfect lips had the Box Ghost shivering in fear.

"What's so funny, cagna idiota?!" He yelled out (fucking idiot.) "Never seen a tranny, before?!" Boxy was in deep now, he actually had to put thought into what he said next or risk getting vaporized by the enraged model.

"Uh-uh...? You look very~ hot? " Danny mused it over but still... Boxy got his culo kicked and a nice shove into the Fenton Thermos (ass.)

After a bit of soul-searching and power- shifting with some minor tech support from Tucker, Danny finally figured out why his suits were mixed up... Fantasma Ragazzo was now apart of him– another persona, it didn't take much to put the original suit back on. The team then went home.

MEANWHILE IN THE GHOST ZONE

A certain group of lady ghosts were having a downright fit: Ember, Spectra, and Kitty . All were seething over a newspaper Spectra had gotten from Earth... With a certain model as the headliner. Ember's ponytail was lit like Yellowstone in the summer, who did this chick think she was having better vocals than her? Spectra over the fact the model had managed to snag one of the evilest and richest men in existence while Kitty was just randomly there.

"Who is this, chick? " Ember roared. Her red eyes blazing in jealousy as the headline ate away at her. "MODEL? SONGSTRESS? SEDUCTRESS?! Those were her titles! Spectra was just glaring daggers at the picture of the mysterious girl– wanting the number to her stylist so she could rip him or her apart.

"Where did she get that dress?!" She whined. " That is Designer Vera Wang! And how in the hell did she land Vlad Masters? To be honest, I thought he was gay. "

"Who cares?!" Hollered Ember as she snatched the paper from her. "How in the hell did she land that gig?! I was looking to sing my ass off for that Gala!" While the two elder ghost ladies complained about the mystery girl, Kitty scrutinized the paper after Ember had flicked it away. She studied the girl only to make a bit of a discovery— in a sense

"She looks familiar... " She mused. She looked it over for a clue to the girl's true identity. The white hair and colour scheme of the dress intriguing her. "Those colours... Wait a sec! Is that— PHANTOM?! " The two other girls quit their sulking at the mention of the infamous halfa's name.

"What about Dipstick?" Kitty looked to them with shock and showed them the newspaper.

"What does 'Fantasma Ragazzo' mean?" Spectra being the most cultural of the three and as well as educated.

"Easy. It's~~~—! OH MY GHOUL!"

"What? I don't get it. " Ember chimed oblivious. "What does Dipstick have to do with this vocal disaster?"

"DIPSTICK IS THAT VOCAL 'DISASTER'! " Kitty wailed. "Look at the hair! Yet I still don't know what 'Fantasma Ragazzo' means." Spectra snatched the paper from her.

"It's Italian for 'ghost boy'!"... Ember screamed.

MEANWHILE WITH A CERTAIN GHOUL DIVA

Danny and the crew were chilling in his room, the doll had been curious over something despite the fact his teacher was coming over to chat. Did his bathing suit come with a train? Yes, his thoughts worked this question over— OF ALL THINGS! It did, it took a minute but Sam had managed to sneak home and grab it. It was a gorgeous silk black– six feet at best with Tucker drooling over him as he blushed.

"Tucker close your mouth!"

"Bruh, I'm sorry but you is fine! DEM LEGS DOUGH!" Their brotherly gay moment got even funnier when the geek tried to snag a photo. Danny whipped the train around to hide his "goddess legs" from view. Sam merely sat there giggling while sketching ideas for possible weapons and such.

"So how's your love life, princess?" She teased only to get a major blush as an answer. Danny fell upon the bed beside her and twittered in happiness and embarrassment. Sam played with his hair to which he purred and nuzzled into her touch.

"Just think Sam. A few weeks ago, I was blasting that fruitloop into a billboard and now... I'm HIS 'lady'." Tucker just snickered he moved toward the window seat but as he sat down something outside caught his eye.

"Uh? Guys? Speaking of creepy-romantic-rich guys and PT conferences. Lancer and Masters are outside. " Danny shifted back to his human form and looked out the window only to blush and slightly squeal at his suitor. The two aforementioned arrivals were having a chat outside the house and then finally made their way towards the door.

Once everyone was settled downstairs, Jazz in a love seat, Phantom clique on the couch plus Lancer and Danny's parents while Vlad reserved himself to the remaining chair. Said teen psychologist was glaring daggers at the billionaire who retained his smug yet subtle stature. He was too distracted by the kawaii tranny on the other couch who had a small blush to notice the aggravated teen. Maddie could feel the tension in the air but the mixed vibes didn't allow her to get a hold reading on anything. Team Phantom plus Lancer were the only chill ones in the room.

"Mr and Mrs Fenton... Daniel's grades have literally... SKYROCKETED! I'd like to know whatever technique you've used to expand his knowledge. This semester has gone tremendously well for him. " Danny's parents hugged him to which Vlad lightly growled at; Danny on the other hand was a flustered mess at all the love and affection– geez, they're just letters.

"I just managed to get some studying in is all." He shyly admitted. Vlad smirked at the light confession to which Jazz muttered hotly.

"With ill gotten study-time." The teens were then dismissed to the kitchen while the adults chatted excitedly over Daniel's increasingly bright future— compared to the other one. After a few tense minutes of silence, Jazz started talking.

"I'm telling."

"Telling what?" Replied Sam with a defensive tone, she was ready to defend her darling bestie's happiness at all cost. Granted, your forty-something year old arch-nemesis shouldn't be tailing your homie but aforementioned bestie has ghost powers.

"Oh, gee, I don't know... Maybe the fact a forty-five year old perv has his sights on my brother." At this Danny turned and gave her a harsh glare upon which she returned. Tuck gulped as the tension heated up the air around them only to glance at his bruhhomie... Whose eyes were subtly turning green.

"Why do you always try to run my life? " The enraged ghost growled.

"No one's trying to run your life. I'm stating facts, none of this is healthy. It's only a matter of time before mom and dad figure out you're gay. Might as well save em some grief and confess." At this Danny tensed up and looked away on the verge of tears. Sam immediately grew angry and hugged the poor babe.

"THAT. Was uncalled for." She said in a cold tone, Jazz blanched at the ice in her words realizing she did take it too far. "Do you know how FRICKIN hard it is to just confess something like that?!" Even Tucker gave her a cold leer at her words.

"Danny's our homie and you just crossed the line. " As the Cold War between the teens intensified, a certain tranny slipped out— ghost powers, duh.

Danny was hurt, according to his own sister he was a freak. She hadn't out right said but it was implied. He was part-ghost, bisexual plus trans: a recipe for rejection and disownment. It was the strangest thing but he needed comfort of the worst kind. He wanted VLAD, the only one who could truly understand, he didn't judge he encouraged. The villain was enamored with him, he wanted to spoil and love Danny for who he was on both ends of the spectrum. He flew on for a good ten minutes till his ghost sense went off. He looked around for possible adversaries till... BANG! He was rocked on his blind side by a purple fist. He halted his demise with a quick flip mid-air and faced his assailants... Spectra, Kitty, and Ember.

"Going somewhere, wanna-be? " The taunt in her words was laced with jealousy. It caused Danny to shrink back a bit with fear as if he had offended someone but as far as he knew he didn't do anything. He tried attacking with an ectoblast only to knocked from behind, he greeted his cowardly attacker with a cold glare, Spectra. The red-head gave him a villainous scowl of pure hatred— more than usual at the least. Last but not least, Kitty kicked him from the side completing the triangle of Mean Girls.

"Still wondering how you stuffed those monster thighs into the Vera Wang..." Hissed Spectra. The infamous cutie cringed at the insult— he made sure he was down to at least a two for that silk. Kitty flew around him and snickered.

"What's up with you?" Asked Ember as she prepared to strike another chord. Kitty finally straightened up then said.

"Daniella, dressed in yella..." Spectra caught on to the taunt and helped out.

"Went to the ball and kissed a fella..." Ember finally got the jist of the taunt and joined.

"He made a mistake... He kissed a snake." All three of them.

"HOW MANY BRUISES DID IT TAKE?"

"Merda." The fight was on: Danny versus his top three female arch-nemesises, where the hell is the fairness? Ember's chords struck like hammers, Spectra clawed and mauled him every chance she got while Kitty just blasted him with her ghost-ray. This was gonna be a long evening.

BACK AT FENTON-WORKS – LIVING ROOM

Vlad was feeling off, granted he hated being in the same room with Jack but he felt— lost. Something was up with his little Italian ghost as soon as the kids had left for the kitchen he felt disgruntled. It hadn't been helping that Jasmine had been shooting lasers at him the whole meeting. While dear Maddie was subtly glancing between the two with an air of suspicion. He wanted to be with Daniel, spoiling him and doting on him giving him everything he could possibly want. Smothering his face and hair with kisses till the poor cutie was dizzy from laughter. Images from the ball danced around in his head making him dizzy with contentment the bonus from stealing those two kisses added to his pride. He utterly stopped listening to Mr. Lancer rave over Daniel's greatness, he didn't need to be reminded the AWESOME boy was out of his league. The child outranked him in being half-ghost and perfection: cryokinesis, telekinesis, hourglass figure, porcelain skin, jet black hair, ice blue baby eyes. Vlad could've sworn he saw the universe within them after realizing his love for the boy, it was astounding. Finally after his feelings got the better of him, he went into the kitchen.

"Hello children. " He greeted smoothly as he walked to the fridge for some water.

"Hello, Vlad." ground out Jasmine who looked him over with hatred.

"Sup." greeted Tucker, Samantha just gave him a nod of acknowledgement. The Phantom clique was moodier than usual plus his jewel wasn't in the room... Something was up. He finally surmised the courage to talk to them.

"If you don't mind me asking, where's Daniel? "

"Little Miss Know-it-all HERE. " Samantha emphasized with a jab of her thumb in Jasmine's direction. "Ran him off. He left fifteen minutes ago." Vlad's eyes immediately turned red at this information he directed a villainous glare to his god-niece. Said harasser squirmed in her seat as she felt the evil of Vlad's aura heat up the air. In truth thanks to his enhanced hearing Vlad had heard everything the teens had talked about while in the other room. From Daniel's proclamation of superiority over him to... Jazz's unintentional taunting of his sexuality. Vlad loomed over his niece with an ominous essence of evil then spoke.

"I heard EVERYTHING you said to your brother..." He hissed. "When I return with him you'd better apologize." He then made his way back to the living room but Samantha and Tucker confronted him.

"Bruh I don't know what you got planned for Danny..." Started the technogeek. "But he's my brother and if you hurt him... I'll RUIN you."

"If you so much as make him cry, YOU'RE DEAD. " Sam added. "And I'll gladly be the one to take you out. He is a precious cinnamon roll TOO GOOD for this world AND WAAAAY OUT OF YOUR LEAGUE!" The last part she emphasized with a dramatic sweep of her arm as if wiping a slate clean.

"Duly noted." With that Vlad left to look for his gem.

MEANWHILE WITH DANNY AND THE JEALOUSLY SQUAD

Things were peachy which here translates to Danny faring well against the irksome trio of jealous thots. In the mix of battling and constant taunts he figured out why they doing this: Vlad was his and not theirs. The billionaire stalked him and spoiled him while they were left with craptastic imbeciles for lovers. Plasmius was wrapped around his figure and they were hating it. Apparently Spectra and been dying to get with the man but when the papers hit, she lost it. The fighting wasn't as hard as it first looked, the girls blasted he dodged and BAM! They'd end up hitting each other while he fought back. The fight had worked its way downtown to which Danny's primary concern became getting the innocents out the crossfire. When the villainous girls caught on they started to attack people to distract him then strike.

"Wow, those thunder thighs do move fast for food. " Spectra taunted. Danny tried to ignore her but he was breaking; the insults were eating him alive inside.

"What's next, twinkle toes ?" teased Ember as she struck her guitar which caused several green flaming skulls to appear. The halfa avoided her deadly assault but when he checked the area over for civilians he found... his usual white boots replaced with SILVER DIAMOND STUDDED STILETTO BOOTIES! With some adorable bows on the side. He gasped but then smirked... These bitches wanted Fantasma Ragazzo, THEY WERE GONNA TO GET HER!

"Sono andare fantasma!" He yelled confusing the three spooks (I'm going ghost). At his cry a green ring appeared around his midsection and traveled up and down his body... He became a she.

"You called,idiotas?"

Spectra, Ember, and Kitty were shocked at what they had just witnessed. The world's most sought-after model of current floated before them in the ectoplasm. Her elegant and toned features highlighting her powerful aura and sexiful smirk. She tucked a stray white hair behind her ear and her blue eyes flashed a dastardly lime green— like her raging lips! SO HAWT! The three antagonists growled in jealousy at the simple yet beautiful action.

"Maledetto. You basic bitches are that pissed with me? " The pixie taunted as she checked her nails. "Ember, I only sing soprano so calm your tits, I was bored. I never meant to steal your so-called shine," Ember gritted her teeth in hatred at the dis, who did this~~ FREAK! Think he-she was?! "Spectra. Sindaco Masters picked the dress out. Who was I to deny him THIS! " She pointed at her whole fabulous bode that glowed pale green with the evening light. Spectra clawed her hair at the claim and her eyes turned red. "And Kitty... Get a life. " Kitty just stared agape at the diva who moments ago was a nervous wreck of a suicidal boy. This ghost was confident and saucy in her speech and demeanor unlike her previous form wanted who had wanted to curl up in to a ball and wither away. Her eyes screamed sass and defiance, nobody could tear down this powerhouse of sex.

"Speechless, sí?" She winked then floated back a bit. The other ladies growled with sadness and envy and rushed to attack her only... SHE LET LOOSE A MINOR GHOSTLY WAIL! The disoriented ghouls looked to the diva. Fantasma's eyes fluttered to seductive levels. "Let's settle this rivalry elsewhere shall we? "

Vlad's jaw dropped... He was officially done. What had he just beared WITNESS TO?! THE GREATEST DAMN TRANSFORMATION ON EARTH THAT'S WHAT! His ghostly Beau had switched forms and turned into the last persona on the planet that should ever be in combat. He watched the Italian babydoll confront her alternate's tormentors and insult them each in turn with stone cold facts. The light catching her body just right and illuminating her immaculate frame and hair. Those sinful hips cocked at the right angles to scream cockiness and class, eyes glazed with anger and gorgeous manipulation. She lead her future victims away from the area, Plasmius followed wanting to see the end result of this~~SHOW. The girls plus voyeur flew some miles out till Fantasma swan dived and went intangible through a rooftop... They were in a restaurant.

The diners looked to the four spooks with curiosity and fear, some even dropped food on the floor from leaving their mouths agape. Vlad remained invisible to see how this played out. Waiters were scared stark white at the fout ghost but one of them stepped forward.

"T-the money's in the c-cash register. Just take it and leave. " He claimed.

"I challenge you three signoras to a duel." Spectra looked to her rivals who instantly turned hostile.

"What duel? "

"We fight here, whoever has the most points in the end wins. " Fantasma explained. "Two rules only: you hurt the patrons you're disqualified plus they're the judges. A whoop is one point, a clap is two, and a curse word is three," She then pointed at the waiter. "You there, can you keep score, per favore?" He only glanced at her legs and nodded enthusiastically making the "call me" hand sign to her— Vlad growled from his spot on the side. "Rule two: you go past the red line, you're disqualified. Other than anything goes. Accetti?" (Do you accept?)

"Bring it! "

This was the best day of Vlad's life only two days could possibly compare, his birth and the day he got his powers. As of current the billionaire was sitting at a table with a group of diners watching four beautiful ghosts go at it over him— even though his heart belonged to one. Ember's guitar strikes hit everything but his ghoul princessa who was leaving many a stiletto stab in her opponent. Spectra took the worse of what his Italian badger had to offer by receiving plenty of scratches which glowed with a small blue hue. Kitty was disqualified after a well-aimed ectoblast to the chest. By the time the fighting had toned down, Fantasma had won with a total 253 points. The patrons screamed her name with triumph and she bowed.

"Now for my next trick... Let's send these perdenti home, shall we?" (Losers). With a few elegant flicks of her wrists Spectra, Kitty, and Ember were before before the ghastly diva in a line, banged up beyond repair. Her eyes plus hands glowed an electric blue which accented her face beautiful with a few more sexy moves that would put a certain airbender to shame... Spectra, Kitty, and Ember were trapped in ice helix cages.

"Così si non sfuggire su di me..." She pulled out the Fenton thermos from under her train and pointed it at the trio (So you don't escape on me). "Ciao." All three were sucked up like dirt to a vacuum. "Phew. " It was at this moment that Fantasma started swaying to and fro dangerously, she put a hand to her head as the fatigue took over. The thermos fell from her hands as... She passed out.

VLAD was by her side in an INSTANT as he saved the ghostly supermodel from a bad concussion. As he cradled her and checked her vitals, the restaurant and it's patrons vanished into thin air— a massive illusion on his crush's behalf. He looked around in astonishment as the elaborate dream was returned to normal— they were in an abandoned warehouse. The villain then looked at his arms only to find a pair of green rings traveling over Fantasma only to find Phantom in her place another set of rings– blue traveled over him leaving behind Daniel himself. All Plasmius could do was smirk and sigh, he picked up the fallen thermos then flew the tired heroine-hero home.

TIME SKIP OF SLEEPINESS COURTESY OF NOCTURNE - 7 PM

To everyone's fortune, Lancer was gone— he left around six and after Jack screamed "GHOST! " and hit him in the head with the Fenton Anti-creep stick. Vlad was just going to waltz in but then remembered the unconscious teen in his arms, he went around back. He looked in the window only to find Tucker making a sandwich while Jack smothered himself in fudge. Luckily the geek noticed the two only... He was pissed. Vlad cringed at the his face and made a motion pointing up and floated away, he missed Tuck snagging a knife from the silverware drawer.

Vlad reappeared in Danny's room with the knocked out darling only to come face to face with... A knife and two ectoguns pointed in his direction. Plasmius grimaced at the major lack of distrust but considering his track record with the teens in the room he remained quiet. Danny stirred in his arms to get more comfortable thus receiving a collective sigh from everyone. The teens lowered their weapons and went to opposite ends of the room: Tucker to the desk chair, Sam to the beanie while Jazz took the bed patting the spot beside her in a silent command. The billionaire didn't need to be told twice, he deposited the slumbering ghost fighter on the bed next to her.

"I don't trust a damn thing you say on a regular basis but what happened to my home-boy?"

"Spectra." Vlad replied and leaned against the windowsill arms crossed. "Plus that noisemaker, Ember and that biker's girl, Kitty."

"Wait!" Jazz exclaimed. "As in Ms. PENELOPE Spectra? Our old therapist?" Vlad nodded, Jazz looked between the three seasoned fighters only for Tucker to answer her silent question.

"Ol' girl, feed off people misery by driving innocents crazy or causing them to check themselves out. "

"As in Danny could use that apology you owe him." Sam added. "Before that bitch targets him again." Jazz bit her lip at that, worrying her harshness had caused this whole situation.

"Don't beat yourself up, Jasmine." Vlad coaxed. "Those three were just jealous of your brother is all. He is quite the beauty. "

"So says the perv who not to long ago tried to kill him. " Sam countered. "Still having trouble trusting me, Samantha?"

"Ya damn skippy. "

"I did notice something in his fight with the three though. "

"What? " Perked Tucker.

"He morphed into Fantasma, split-personality and all. " Vlad started. "One minute he's ready to cry about getting taunted and the next that gorgeous little showoff is in his place. Oh! Speaking of, " He tossed Sam the thermos. "Still trying to figure out how he managed to hide his new power from me. Illusion Manipulation?" Sam and Tucker paled at that, Danny only used that ability in the worst of fights things must've gotten bad. On top of that his arch-nemesis slash part-time sugar daddy had found out, not good. Aforementioned earlier this ability showed up a few months ago after Danny had hypnotized Tucker into making out with his English textbook. His Illusion Manipulation was so strong that it tricked the brain and all the senses into madness. Vlad smirked as the two tried to fumble around an adequate lie.

"Note to self: start mental training ASAP. They were completely under his spell. Please notify me when Daniel awakens. " He chuckled darkly and disappeared.

"Damn. " They hissed together.