This Fanfiction is a cross of a few different shows, but the main themed show is Danny Phantom. Fullmetal Alchemist also plays a key role in this fanfiction, and future works of other great minds may find themselves manipulated in this fanfiction.
Declaim: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist.
"BEWARE!" Danny merely sighed, cradling his head in his hand as a green ray of light shot from his free hand, knocking the infamous and husky ghost of boxes into the wall, sliding to the ground as his illuminating body smoked.
"How do you get out EVERY time I catch you in the thermas?" Danny asked irritably, deep lines drooping his glowing lime green eyes.
"I am the box ghost...!" The husky spirit stumbled onto his feet, then floating lamely in the air.
"I KNOW that already! Just...stay in the Ghost Zone this time!" Uncorking the metallic, cylinder prison, the blue beam of light consumed the box ghost. His form distorted, and was virtually sucked into the thermas-like container for the fourty third time, by Tucker's count. Of course, neither Tucker nor Sam were present at the moment. Danny merely remembered the numbers in his mind because he wondered if he would recieve a prize at the 50th capture of the pathetic blue skinned ghost.
Sealing the metal cylinder, Danny straightened out his body in mid-air. The white circular light started from his hip, and two seperate circles drifted over his body. Gravity seemed suddenly to be apparent for the boy, and he dropped to his feet. The ivory white hair had become raven black, and his fierce glowing eyes returned to a subtle blue. The black and white outfit was replaced with his signature white tee shirt and jeans.
Danny slumped into his own kitchen chair, yawning widely. His blue eyes seemed duller, in a way, and his hair was ruffled and lost its healthy look.
"Danny?" He didn't even glance up as Jazz entered in a silk night gown, flicking on the kitchen light. He winced at the sudden brightness.
"What are you doing up? It's nearly four in the morning!" She placed her hand on the table, looking directly at Danny. He continued to stare forward blankly. Jazz appeared very matronly at the moment, as if she herself was about to punish her little brother. Yawning again, Danny put his chin to the table and his eyelids lowered drastically, but the light forbade him to fall asleep.
"I don't know, Jazz. Maybe I got up to study extra for the test tomorrow!"
Her eyes brightened, clasping her hands together.
"Really?"
"See any books, genius? I'm going to bed." Danny wobbled from his seat, but Jazz placed her hands on his shoulders to steady him.
"What's wrong with you? Lately you've been staying up late, and not eating well...", Jazz noticed the Fenton Thermas jammed into his jean's pocket, "...don't tell me it's ghosts...again?"
Danny merely glared at his sister, shrugging off her support and stalking off. Jazz sighed as he disappeared into the room. Danny reappeared, walking backwards, and glared at Jazz one more time before shutting off the lights.
"Danny...Danny!"
"Huh? Wha...!" His picked up his head frantically, leaving a pool of spit on his desk. Sam retrieved her hand from his shoulder where she had been shoving him back and forth.
"The test's over."
"Did I fail?"
"Let's see..." Tucker interjected, picking up the paper sopping wet from his drool.
"I don't think the answer to number one is saliva, and number two wasn't 'blank'." Tucker dropped the paper back on Danny's desk with his two fingers like tongs, as though it were radioactive. Danny merely slunk his head back on the desk, his spit making a suction sound.
"Aww...gross." Sam and Tucker commented together, Danny lifting up his head to reveal shiny spots of liquid on his face.
"Nothing is as 'gross', here, as Mr.Fenton's grade point average." Lancer walked over, grimacing as he picked up Danny's test paper.
"Manson, Foaly, you can leave now. I have a few choice words for Daniel, here." Danny rubbed his eyes. Lancer seemed...different.
Did he loose weight? Danny looked head on from his seat.
'Nope. Not that.' He thought, shrugging away from the hugh potbelly.
With one last pitiful look, Sam mouthing the words 'good luck' and Tucker's waving goodbye as though it were his last few minutes alive, they left the classroom.
'It probably is my last few minutes alive. Lancer's gonna kill me.' Danny thought solemnly, feeling a bit better with the hours sleep he recieved from testing time. Mr.Lancer stalked back to his desk, the computer chair creaking as he sat down.
"Mr.Fenton, please come to the front of the classroom." Danny sighed, breathing in a few times to gain courage and remember the taste of air before he was shown on the news as the victim of the murder of Failure Boy. Still, he walked to the large traditional teacher's desk and sat in the empty chair seated before Lancer.
'At least the desk's between us...at least that'll give me some time to go intangeble before the knife comes. Hope Lancer doesn't have a gun.'
"Listen to me, Daniel. You haven't much time." Lancer's voice had completely vanished, and his eyes had faded to a crimson red. Danny leapt from his seat into the air, the white circular lights engulfing his body in nanoseconds and gravity held no bounds for him any more.
"Plasmius! What do you want? Oh, that's right, my mom. Too bad she's already married!"
"No, Daniel, listen to me! And by the way, that was a very cold thing to say." The malice returned to his voice, but then it dropped again. Danny raised an eyebrow at his actions.
"So...what do you want?" Danny did not lower his combat position, but his green eyes lost their intensity for a moment.
Lancer's body slumped onto the dusk, his head cracking a pencil as it fell onto the hard surface of the desk. From his back, Vlad, aka Plasmius, emerged from his back. As the last of his form was wrenched from the middle-aged body, color flushed to his transparent ghost form. He floated at eye level from Danny, not looking menacing at all.
"I've come here to warn you."
"Warn me? Wait...this is another one of your schemes again, isn't it!"
"Daniel, just listen to me. I am not using you as a pawn...for now."
"What is it with you and chess? Are you obsessed with that stupid game, or what?"
"For your information, I was Grand Chestmaster in highs- stop getting off subject!" Plasmius shook his head, clearing his thoughts of the continuing distractions of these reminiscing conversations. Danny lowered his battling stance, floating near the ceiling rather comfortably. The shriek of the school bell rang in the backround, and he knew he was missing Phys.Ed., but he didn't care. Then again, Tucker would care for not making his head intangible during volleyball.
"Warn me of what, then? Really, what can be worse than the Ghost King or...well...myself." Danny chuckled at the irony, but Plasmius did not utter a sound in recognition to his pun.
"There are beings coming. Not ghosts, but not purely human, either. Stay clear of them, Daniel. For Maddie's sake."
"What does my mother have to do with this?"
"How can you say such a thing! Maddie is lovely, beautiful, perfect...uh...anyways, they know no mercy, unlike my kind self...", Danny laughed,
"...honestly, though, steer clear of them." Danny got chills. Plasmius, his most hated arch enemy, seemed uneasy speaking of this. And if they were not fighting as ghosts, and he was warning Danny, then whatever was coming had to be bad.
"Worse than ghosts?" Danny asked, floating closer to Plasmius to hear better.
"I do not know what they are, only that they are capable of much. They have an entire foreign country in tradgedy and chaos." Danny shivered, more visibly this time. Great. He'd never be able to sleep again.
"Wait- if you don't know what they are, how do you know they are coming?"
"Ah, Daniel, you forget- I'm rich! I've been making generous donations to the military in the country of these creature's origins, and in exchange I get rather exclusive information. From what I can gather, they are coming for some sort of short 'business'. If you do not wake their suspicion, they may just pass through."
Lancer groaned, slowly lifting his head as he rubbed his red forehead.
"Oh, butterbiscuits." Plasmius sighed, kicking the back of the head of the principle. Lancer's head thudded on the desk again, drool spilling from his opened mouth.
"Hey, could you overshadow Lancer again, then could you change my grade?" Danny's voice sounded hopeful. He floated down to the floor, gently standing firmly. The white light devoured him again, and he returned to the raven haired boy of his origin.
"Daniel, heed my warnings and keep your mother safe." Plasmius spoke, ignoring Danny's hopes of raising his grade without the use of the educational system.
"What do these things call themselves?" Danny asked, engrossed in this akward meeting.
"As far as I can gather, there are two certified names. One calls herself Lust, the other, Envy."