Disclaimer: I don't own anything but this plot line. Short though it may be, it's mine.
A/N: Yeah, yeah I know I should probably get back to 'The Halfa of Hogwarts' or 'Fullmetal Chimera' But I really, really REEEAAALLLYYY wanted to get up a
story before Schools out; Ghouls out comes out... so yeah...
I was just a normal kid, but that was before the person I thought I was began to vanish into thin air.
At first I thought the accident had just been a painfully realistic nightmare, one I just had to wait out until my alarm clock went off, then I'd go to school, slide by in all my classes with easy A's because I'd had time to study for the test in Integrated Science the night before, stick to the shadows and not cross any upperclassmen's path.
Weird things just didn't happen to me- unfortunate on the occasion, sure, but never really weird. Really weird like walking though a wall, or turning partially invisible because the cute girl from homeroom smiled at me.
As it happened, the only reason it finally sank in was when I realized I could fly so high above the city, so part of it sank in then that even if I could have picked out Fenton Works from the blur of lights below me (Though, I have a caught on by now, it's by far the most neon light), in the instance where I couldn't call just that single house my home. I'm still not sure entirely how it clicked, but in that moment the city became something I needed to protect. Something that was mine.
Ghosts can showcase animalistic possessiveness, so as being half-ghost I inherited that possessive trait but kept a human mind of how to keep it mine. How to protect it, in a way.
Before the accident, I'd never had enough courage to talk to the cute girl in homeroom. I used to run away from any conflict-- I still do if I can help it, but ghosts can rarely be reasoned with by words alone. Half of the souls that refuse to rest were either wild beasts shot down by huntsmen or warriors shot down by other warriors.
Wild beasts with grudges and sharp appendages, and combatants-- who conveniently enough also hold grudges who could go medieval on your backside at any opportunity given.
That's not to say that peaceful ghosts don't exist, I just wish I could run into them every once in a while. Ya' know, mix it up a little bit. Talk it out, maybe get a little bit of help on my history homework, not get shredded to pieces.
But unfortunate enough as it is, I can't protect what's mine without scuffling with the undead, they rarely help me with homework assignments- unless first aid counts. (I have to admit, I am rather proud to admit I know how to reset a dislocated shoulder.)
Because of the whole ghost thing, my social life kind of died, I learned the hard way that popularity isn't everything, all you need is a good friend or two to stand by, and have stand by you. The cute girl from homeroom (now the outcast of the 'A-list') doesn't smile at all of me anymore, even if she doesn't know it. She likes me though, or what I kind of am.
Kind of, sort of, part of.
You'd be surprised how easily and often you can spot the grey in between it all- love and hate, acceptance and rejection, even, life and death.
I'm tired of it, sick of it, done with it.
I want it to be one way or the other, even if it were to take a turn towards hatred, denunciation and destruction… At least that would be absolute, no paranoia over who to trust, not to trust.
Yet somehow, being honest with myself- void of frustrations, I always want to be here in the grey to protect them.
In the grey, where I'll always try my hardest to be a hero, because it's not about being thanked for a good deed, it's the desire to protect what's mine.
It's funny but, I think maybe the cute girl in homeroom has finally started to smile at all of me again.
The End
A/N: Yeah still short... some implied Danny/Valerie, couldn't help it. You can kind of bend anywhich way though.
