Title: Ectoplasmic Blood

Tokyo Ghoul/Danny Phantom

Disclaimer: I do not own Tokyo Ghoul or Danny Phantom, no matter how much I'd give away (half my life? Or humanity? No? Okay…)

Rating: High T for future gore, violence, and themes

Summary: Getting chased into another world by Skulker was bad enough. Now he has this "ghoul" community and some kind of competent GIW out to get him. His half-life just got a whole lot harder.

Chapter 1: Inhuman

An invisible figure let out a relieved breath as his feet landed gently on the pavement below him. He fell against the wall of the dark alleyway limply and appeared suddenly to the visible world. The pale white locks were caked with a dripping green substance, the tan skin looked bruised and cut, and the two neon green eyes were shut tightly. His gloved hand held his side from pain before his knees gave out on him and he fell to the ground.

He was in pain, but as it stood, he couldn't bring himself to care much more. Yeah, he was on the ground, close to coughing up his own ectoplasm, but he wouldn't let himself surrender to the pain. The figure had to find something out; something had happened in his last fight that had ended up dropping him off where he was, so his main priority was getting home. Only after that could he allow himself to care about the pain.

This teen's name happened to be Phantom, and that's all you need to know.

Focusing on the energy that remained in him, Phantom forced himself onto his feet, using the wall for support. Already, the cuts and bruises were showing signs of healing; the dripping green substance on his hair was flicked away as he snapped his head up for the first time to actually get a good look at his surroundings. It was night, the stars and moon were high in the sky, but the area didn't feel peaceful. It felt haunting, and for Phantom, it was somewhat comforting. Peace generally lead to disaster if it remained long enough.

The alleyway was covered in dark shadows by the surrounding buildings. The only light came from around the corner where Phantom assumed the alleyway met the street, opening up into either a busy city or small town. He didn't know which.

Wiping a small trail of ectoplasm from his face, the teen stopped leaning against the wall and placed all his weight onto his own feet. The hand that was holding his side fell down and for the first time, despite the darkness of the alleyway, his entire appearance was visible by an unearthly glow that surrounded him. Glowing neon eyes were sharp and steady, and the shaggy white hair seemed to flow aimlessly despite the air lacking any distinct breeze. His outfit was torn in various places, but still readable; a black skin-tight suit with some sort of emblem on the front in white, as well as a complex toolbelt that rested around his hips. Parked over his shoulders was a neon vest, the same symbol on the center of his chest placed in the corner of the sleeve. Green-stained white gloves adorned his hands, fingerless and revealing the glowing energy that sparked around his fingertips. The outfit, or costume, was drawn to a close by the white and black boots that were hooked over his feet.

Phantom didn't just look deadly; he was deadly.

Drawing out a long sigh, the mysterious figure almost decided to blink out of existence again. Invisibility would give him easy maneuvering skills and he'd be able to go anywhere. However, despite his regeneration skills, it only applied to his physical state. Phantom's energy supply was sufficiently low, so he'd have to wait for that to recharge before he could even dare to use the simplest of his powers.

Instead, the teen would have to resort to another option. The best way to hide, or seek, was to do it in plain sight. Instead of sneaking around invisibilly, he would have to appear as everyone else to bring the least amount of attention to him. Being human was easy; he was half-alive, and therefore, half-human, so the transformation from his spectral self to humanoid one wouldn't take less than a few seconds.

However, before he could start with the transformation, echoing footsteps sounded behind him. He tensed, turning his head around slowly to get a good view of the person that was stalking him. It laughed lightly as it moved out of the darker shadows and into Phantom's ghostly light, allowing the person to be completely visible. Insane pale skin and unruly black hair, but the most abnormal part was the way their eyes were black and red, soulless, almost, and insane.

Hungry.

Phantom let out an annoyed groan, reaching for one of the items on his belt. "Why can't I ever land somewhere without insane things that want to kill me?" he mumbled, unlatching the round device and holding it in front of him. The white-haired teen looked back up at the dangerous figure and smirked cooly. "Are you going to attack me, or can we both agree to walk out peacefully?" Even in his weakened state, he radiated cockiness and confidence, but it wasn't a facade.

Usually.

The person before him opened his mouth wide, drool seeping over the edges, before he bounced into the air. Phantom shrugged. "Guess it's a no then." Pressing a small green button on the side of his device to activate it, it let out a low whirring sound before producing nine pale blue whips. With skilled ease, though sluggish, Phantom waved the device around so that his opponent was entangled in the various tails of the object. They lashed around for a few moments, suspended in air, before the teen yanked back on the device and they came crashing to the ground. "Normally, I tend to hang around longer, but I'm hella tired," he sighed, placing his free hand on his forehead. "Flying around for hours, dodging ghost missiles, being chased by someone who wants my pelt on their wall… Yeah. I'm ending this quickly."

He took a few steps toward the growling person that was entangled in the device and knelt down to their level, cocking his head. The eerie light of his eyes engrossed the area in a green glow, revealing the floors which were covered with dried blood. The figure's face was beaten and bleeding, but its nail and hands were caked in the human substance as well. Phantom felt somewhat sick at the sight, allowing a disturbed expression to show through. "There's so much blood here… What do you do to people?"

The being let out an inhuman growl and attempted to reach out and bite Phantom, but he pulled back in time. "E…Eh…eat!" the figure answered. "Food! I need meat!" Phantom hadn't expected for the figure to sprout purple and white spiked from his back, like a shell, and tear the tails of his device to pieces. It leapt forward, crashing into Phantom and sending them rolling along the ground. The teen placed his hands on the monster's shoulders in attempt to hold back their deranged bites, but the monster was clawing at his sides and reopening wounds that had been healing. The pair slammed into a wall and Phantom used whatever energy he had to kick the off of him before he practically flew back onto his feet, hands at the ready and back in a fighting pose.

He wasn't prepared for a full-blown fight, Phantom realized, scowling darkly as he made the realization. He hadn't replenished enough energy and what he did have was working on healing his injuries. His opponent ended up flying across the alleyway a good few meters before it crashed onto the ground, rolling for a few seconds before it shot back up and charged back at Phantom. Phantom side-stepped to the left, allowing the monster to slam into the wall, before the spectral being had the monster pinned, gloved hand at the back of the dark hair, though careful to avoid the spikes on its back.

"Why do you want to eat me?" Phantom sighed. "I mean, really. I bet I taste horrible. I'm not even from this universe so– What–! Hell!" The spikes suddenly doubled in size, piercing through his arm and causing Phantom to pull back from the sudden shock of pain. The white-haired teen took rapid steps back, cradling his bleeding arm, as the figure pushed itself off the wall and slowly turned to face him. Phantom took in a few deep breaths before asking, "What the hell are you?"

The figure barked a laugh, as if the question was the most ridiculous thing it had ever heard, before it leaped in to attack again. This time, the spikes on its back moved fluidly like limbs, stretching out to attack Phantom. Though Phantom leaped out of the way of each move, his moves were becoming noticeably slower and he found himself getting scared.

Phantom dodged one attack that was too close for comfort before glaring at the figure. "Okay. No more messing around." He dodged another attack, landed on the edge of one of the walls, and cracked his knuckles. "This may hurt." Green energy charged up in his hands, lighting up the entire alleyway in abnormal light that hadn't been seen before, before the teen unleashed it in the monster's direction. It hit its mark with perfect aim, right in the head, and sent the monster stumbling back a few feet with its spikes retracting back to its previous stage.

Panting, Phantom skidded along the side of the wall until he landed on the ground. He stared at the unmoving monster for a few moments, then let out a relieved sigh, happy that it seemed to be unresponsive and finished.

He felt a bit guilty at having possibly killed it, but it was quickly crushed with the notion that it had been trying to kill him. Phantom wasn't the same naive hero he had been when he had been fourteen; it was three years later, with three more years of memories and experience, and his views had changed. Phantom had given it chances to back down and stop attacking. He had given it the choice of living.

So, if it was dead, he shouldn't feel guilty.

Turning on his heels, Phantom placed his hands in the pocket of his vest and began to make his way out of the alleyway. A white-washed ring formed around his waist with every step he took, taking away the green-glow of his surroundings and replacing it with a white one. It began to spread apart, slowly changing the black HAZMAT suit he had been wearing into something more civilized.

A sudden, stabbing main rocketed through his stomach.

A purple and white spike were sticking out of his midsection, right between where his rings had formed, and had sent droplets of red and green liquid flying through the air and up his throat, forcing him to cough up the metallically sour blood. Phantom let out a choked breath and turned intangible instantly, moving to the side of the alleyway and holding onto his pierced stomach.

The fight wasn't over.

With fear sparking through his neon eyes, Phantom turned to the monster that was moving towards him with various spikes at the ready.

What on earth was he up against?

The spikes attacked in rapid succession, but each passed through Phantom harmlessly. The spectral teen took in rapid breaths, holding his stomach as he tried to split his remaining ecto-energy between healing it up and holding his intangibility. But he could feel it slipping; the fact that his vision was slowly blackening over made him acutely aware of exactly how little energy he had at all. The blast he had used had took almost everything out of him.

He didn't have much of a choice. Obviously, a simple blow to the head wouldn't kill the monster, and he didn't have enough energy to use any of his other powers. His only handy weapon had been destroyed – all his other cool trinkets only worked on ghosts. And, if the insane and human appearance were anything to go by, the figure was most certainly not a ghost.

He'd have to run.

Sucking in a deep breath, muttering a low-key, "Dammit," Phantom passed through the wall behind him and into the building that had probably heard everything that had been going on during the fight. His back crashed onto the cool wood flooring, and the moment his body came in contact with the floor, Phantom relaxed into a defenseless heep. The last thing he saw before he felt the white rings wash over him and darkness claim his vision was a human-looking raven-haired kid in an apron.

AN: This had to be up. Had to. I saw the tumblr posts for an Amity Ghoul (might write a one-shot for that) and then this thing popped into my head and it was like, "Screw it I'm making a FF account and posting my shit on it." Nothing's completed. but this is one of the various ideas I've got caked up. Actually, I have a second chapter completed, too, but won't post that until there's a third. Hope this sparks inspiration for more TG/DP stories and stuff because there has to be more of it online. More of it needs to exist.