A/N: So yeah I'm fail at sticking to only a couple stories. Enjoy.
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Kimi wa dare wo mamotte iru?
He flinched as the gunman yelled at him. "You really want to die, don't you? Huh, Protector? 'Cause if that's what you want, I'm more than happy to give it to you!"
The gun found itself directly between his eyes. And to think, he was only here on accident….
BANG!
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"Mom! I'm home!" he called as he walked in the door. It had been a normal day over all. School was, as per usual, all about survival, especially when Dash had come in. But he'd survived yet again, even after Skulker attacked during class. He shook his head, clearing it of those thoughts. "Mom?"
"What is it, Danny?" Maddie Fenton, Danny's mother, asked, walking up the stairs and into the kitchen. She was still wearing her hood up, her auburn hair and indigo eyes hidden behind the hood and red goggles.
He blinked. "Oh, uh, sorry. Just…making sure you were here."
She miled, making her seem more human in her blue HAZMAT suit. "Well, here I am," she said, waving her arms out. "And here I go to make supper."
"NO!" Danny's voice was quickly doubled by his sister's. She rushed into the room, bright red-orange hair swishing behind her. Their blue eyes pleaded with their mother. "Please," they said, "let one of us cook instead!"
"Really, I don't know why you two always make such a fuss…!"
"We'd rather not be attacked by our dinner, thank you."
"Fine. Jazz can cook. Danny, I 'd like you to run a few errands for me, okay? The list is on the counter, and you can get some money out of our bank account, alright?"
"Yes, Mom," the two teens chorused. Their mom smiled, turning to go back down the stairs.
"If you need me," she called back, "I'll be in the lab!"
Danny and his sister, Jazz, exchanged a look. "…She just conned us, didn't she?" he asked.
"Totally," Jazz replied. "Well, we'd better get started…." She turned to the stove, saying, "The list is right there." She pointed at a slip of paper sitting close to the fridge. Danny picked it up, reading it through.
Get money at bank. ($100)
Pick up groceries (flour, milk, eggs, no fudge no matter how much Jack begs)
Run to Wall-to-Wall Mart (soap, Jack's shampoo, Jazz's conditioner, Danny's toothpaste)
Head by Supplies R Us (new thermodynamic density compactor, anti-ectoplasm samples)
He rolled his eyes. "This is gonna take all night!" he complained.
Jazz hissed when the water boiled over the rim of the pot. "And at the rate this is going, so will this."
"Wanna switch?"
"No, Danny. Mom gave us each a job to do, so let's just get it done quick. If you get back in time, you can always fix whatever I screw up."
He grinned. "Alright. I'll be back in an hour or two." Clenching the note in his hand, he walked out the door. "Okay, first stop, the bank."
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Danny had never been more thankful for his hover scooter. The trip to the bank had been cut in half. He rushed towards the door after locking up his scooter and ended up running into someone. Danny jumped back up, bending down and reaching out a hand to the person he'd run into.
"I'm sorry!" he said. "I'm such a klutz! I needa watch where I'm going! Are you okay?"
The man he'd run into glanced up at him. Ice blue locked with hard grey and held for a few minutes. Then the wind picked up, and brown hair fell into grey eyes and blocked them from view. A rough hand stretched out and took Danny's.
Danny blinked before pulling the man up. "I really am sorry, sir," he continued. "I—I'm a horrible klutz. Are—Are you okay?"
As the man stared at him, Danny felt a tingle in the back of his mind. Something wasn't right here. Thanking Tucker for convincing him to go into the Portal, he used his enhanced eyesight to get a closer look at the man. His clothes were baggy and grey to keep attention off of him. Danny knew the combination well, often using it himself to avoid people at school. Blending into the background was a good idea if you were going to get caught and in trouble.
Other than that, only one thing seemed suspicious to Danny. Two of the man's pockets were bulging slightly as though something was in them. The shape they made almost caused Danny to think of—
No, that would just be stupid. Things like that only happened in movies.
He shook his head, eliciting an odd look from the man he'd run into. He blushed. "Eh…my head hurts a little…. Oh, but are you alright?"
"I'm fine," the man's craggly voice stated. "Are you sure you're okay?"
Danny frowned, brow furrowed. "I'm good, yeah."
"You were on your way in?"
Danny must have looked confused, because the man waved towards the bank doors. "You were headed inside, right?"
"Oh! Uh, yeah, I was."
"Well then…" the man pulled open the door. "After you."
Danny half smiled. "Thanks, sir. And sorry."
The man grinned behind Danny's back as he followed him in. "You will be," he hissed, unheard.
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Danny waited in the line, behind a woman who was digging furiously through her purse for her checkbook. Just behind him, the man he'd run into was waiting, impatiently fingering whatever it was in his pocket that made it bulge like that.
Danny listened as the woman two spots in front of him stepped up to the window. "Hi," she said to the teller, "I'd like to cash a check."
"Yes, ma'am," the teller replied, holding out a hand for the check. The woman gave it to her, and she smiled. "Just a moment." The teller turned to the back, disappearing into one of the vaults.
The man behind Danny hissed. "Hurry it up…."
Danny chuckled lightly. "And I thought I was in a rush."
"Yes, well, I have a busy night tonight."
"Eh, so do I. I have to shop for my mom and make it home in time to keep my sister from burning down the house with her cooking."
Now the other man laughed. "Well, it does seem that you have a difficult night, as well."
"As long as our house is still standing when I get home, I'll be fine."
The man gave Danny a long look. "How long do you think it'll take to get done?"
Danny sighed. "I was hoping just an hour or two."
The man shook his head. "With what's happening now, it might take a bit longer than that."
"Definitely."
The teller came back, money in hand. "Here you go," she said, depositing the money on the desk. The woman gladly picked it up and smiled.
"Thank you."
"No problem. Come back soon!" the teller called after her as the woman left. The man behind Danny huffed angrilly as the next woman stepped up, still digging.
"May I help you?" the teller asked, brow furrowed in concern.
The woman glanced up. "No, no…. I know the check's in here somewhere…."
"Well, would you mind stepping aside so I can help someone else?" the teller tried as politely as possible.
"No, no, no! I can find it. Just…just wait a moment."
The woman continued to dig. The teller sent an apologetic look to Danny. He could feel the man behind him tense in anger and frustration. The woman reached her whole arm into the bag, digging frantically with a panicked look on her face. She pulled her hand, empty, out of the bag.
"I know… I just know I had it when I left work this afternoon!"
"Ma'am, really, if you need help—!"
"Aha! Look at that!" she said, proudly displaying the slip of paper. "It was in my coat pocket all along!"
"Finally," the man sighed.
"Yes," the woman continued. "I'd like to cash this. Oh, but not all twenties. I want three twenties, two tens, two fives, and ten ones, please."
The teller gaped for a moment before accepting the check and turning, her back to the woman. "Just… a moment," she mumbled, still shocked.
Danny sighed. "She could've asked for help."
The man gave him an odd look. "From who? No one could've guessed it was in her pocket that whole time!"
"Eh, I have a knack for finding things. Especially things I don't want to find."
"Really?" The man looked intrigued.
"Yeah. I've never been able to lose my homework, and, trust me, I have tried."
The man laughed again. "Seems you have all the luck, huh?"
"Heh, apparently."
The teller came back in and handed the woman her assortment of bills. The woman counted through them carefully three times before nodding her thanks and making her way to the door. Danny sighed as he moved up in line to the desk.
"And how may I help you?" the teller asked, sounding exhausted already.
Before Danny could utter a word, an arm wrapped around his body. Shocked, he glanced back up at the teller's face to see her gaping in fear at something behind him. Unable to ask what was going on due to the tight grip on his waist, he listened as a craggly voice he was beginning to recognize spoke up.
"Nobody move!" it yelled. People everywhere in the bank froze, and it finally dawned on Danny exactly what situation he'd just found himself in. Something metal pressed into the side of Danny's skull. "No one move, or I'll shoot! This is a hold-up! And no one even think about being a hero, or you'll kill him."
…oh crap….
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A/N: Slightly different from my norm, I think. Plus, the ending is still undecided, and could go one of many different ways. Hehehe…. Please review!