Just Another Day, Right?
Herald of Chaos: This is my first actually posted attempt at fanfiction of any kind. I had relatively no help writing it but I must credit my friend, Becca, for the character Reina.
DannyP: Disclaimer, HC, duh.
HC: Sheesh, for someone who acts like a pushover at school you sure are pushy. Anyone who thinks I own Danny Phantom, any of its characters, ormost of the annoying charactervoices currently in my head, can't sue, because I don't, but I own Jayde. Please enjoy the story, and if there are errors, point them out. But useless flames will be given to any dark (not necessarily evil) characterthat happens to be in my head at the time or my pet flamethrower.
Jayde: Wait, don't I speak Chinese in this part?
HC: Oh yeah. English-"lalala" Thoughts-(lalala) Other language-#lalala#
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#Xian Chala,# the tall bald slant-eyed monk watched as his student ignored him and continued studying the Great Prophecies. Yingtao understood his student's obsession. After all, she played an integral part, for which she had been prepared these nearly 17 years. He envied and pitied her for what she was to undertake; however, #Xian Chala, attend!# The girl finally looked up.
#Honored and Venerable Prophet Yingtao, forgive my abrupt speech, yet I despise being disturbed during my studies of the Great Prophecies.# The young woman turned, waist-length, elaborately braided hair whipped around in the wind of her anger, partially obscuring a trim figure, muscular yet slender from years of training. Her green black eyes, the color of a stormy sea night, reflected the rage of liquid fire she glared into his soul. #Why have you come? Few reasons there are for which I forsake my studies. This you know.# Her voice held more ice than a Plutonian winter night.
A lesser man might have fled from the Wind-bender's wrath, fearing the forces she called upon. The Prophet merely shrugged, #I had believed you would like to see a sign that those prophecies must soon come to be.#
The wind around Xian Chala, which had been escalating to gale force, diminished somewhat. Underneath the fury, her curiosity spiked. #Where?#
#Come, in the garden.#
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"Give me a break would you!" Blue light engulfed the creature, and a white-gloved hand capped the thermos-like device the specter was trapped in. Radiant neon green eyes blazed beneath a shock of white hair. "Twenty-five! And NONE of the REGULARS!" Slowly, the figure of a boy about seventeen drifted to the ground. As soon as his feet touched, the black bodysuit disappeared in two rings of blue light. The now black-haired teen with sapphire eyes slid exhausted to the ground near the base of an oak. The park he had just saved from near total destruction was deserted, except for two figures running toward him.
"Danny?" He felt a warm hand on his shoulder and looked up into the gem violet eyes of his best friend and secret crush Samantha Manson. Tucker Foley, a young black man with a knack for technology, grabbed his arm, hefting Danny to his feet.
"C'mon. Can you still go ghost? It's three in the morning and we need to get you and us home fast."
Danny Fenton, or when fighting ghosts, Danny Phantom, looked his friend straight in the eyes, his tone clipped with exhaustion, "Not happening. I may be part ghost, but I still need some sleep."
"Hey, you three!"
Danny looked up toward the voice, a thin stream of blue rising from his partly open mouth. "Oh, no," he muttered, "not again."
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"Tyler! You're not helping, brat!"
"But Rena, I'm too little!" The ten year old whined for what was probably the tenth time in the last 30 minutes. His unruly brown-black hair half covered spring green eyes. Right now Tyler Daren's mouth was set in a pout, and his sister, seven years older than he, was having a hard time resisting the urge to laugh. Her younger brother always used his I'm-too-cute-to-do-anything face whenever he wanted to get out of something. It rarely worked anymore.
"It's three in the morning. Mom wants this stuff in before the rain hits. Besides, you're not too little to carry this, squirt." She dropped a small box of mechanical devices into his hands. "Now, MARCH!"
"You're mean! I want to go back to New York."
"I know I'm mean, but Mom and Dad wanted to be where the spooks are. Talk to them about going back. Meanwhile-" She caught her breath. Just underneath the violet fabric of her shirt, she felt the all-too-familiar rose blossom appear. Under the pretense of turning to pick up a box, she hid the black mark from her brother. In a tone that promised bad things if disobeyed, she ordered, "Just get inside and ask Mom or Dad for a job." The boy scrammed.
Reina's violet t-shirt and jeans vanished in blue-lavender light. The shoulderlength, earth-brown waves of hair went abyss black, and eyes previously deep wintergreen were now a light red. The Black Rose streaked into the night, hunting the phantom that haunted her new home.
She knew when she found the park she was in the right place. Scorch marks dotted the ground and equipment, but there was surprisingly little damage. Then she spotted the three humans, all about seventeen. The boy in the middle, supported by his two friends looked up when she called out, "Hey, you three!" Then she noticed the thin blue stream of vapor emmitted from his mouth. He muttered something under his breath and pushed his friends away and behind him.
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Danny was in no shape to fight, but he wasn't about to advertrise. The female apparition in front of him had to go down before she did any damage, for all that she seemed harmless. His exhausted mind didn't quite register the amazing similarities in their costumes. She wore a jumpsuit, silver where his was black, with lavender gloves and boots,and a black rose where his signature D was stamped. Unfortunately, as he took a ready stance, the blue-white light that normally engulfed him and left Danny Phantom was not forthcoming. Then, his knees gave out. Due to his half-ghost nature, Danny only needed about three hours of uninterupted sleep everyday; however, 70 spirits in 72 hours, coupled with school, and dealing with Dash Baxter,does nothing to allow for sleep. Add homework, and his energy reserves had been totally drained.
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Black Rose couldn't believe her eyes when a blue-white ring of light surrounded the boy's middle. Then the illumination fizzled out and disbelief mingled with worry, especially when he fell forward for no immediately apparent reason. She flew to where he lay sruggling to rise, beating his friends there, and put a hand on his shoulder, intending to help him up. His eyes met hers, and Danny realized he wasn't looking at Sam or Tucker, but the ghost girl. Her eyes held a mixture of emotion that could never have existed in a true ghost; concern, surprise, and wonder mingled in the hypnotic pink-red glow.
"Are you alright? You're so exhausted you can barely stand." Her soft voice sounded truly genuine. "By the way, I'm called Black Rose."
The only coherent thought Danny's overused and abused mind could form came out his mouth. "I'm hallucinating. Or you shot me and now I'm dead, and still hallucinating."
"Wrong on both counts." She couldn't keep that bit of sarcasm from escaping, "I just want to know if you can stand, and why those blue rings appeared. I've only seen the kind on one other person." She looked at his friends, who stood shocked that a ghost was being kind. "And what do I call you two?"
The Goth girl finally snapped out of her stupor her violet eyes blazing. "Get away from him! Tucker and I will fight you off ourselves if we have to!"
The black kid, Tucker, evidently agreed, because he pulled what looked like a thermos out of his back pack, pointed it at her, and started taking off the cap, when something clicked in Danny's mind. "Wait, you're not fully ghost are you?"
"How'd you figure that out?" Reina was totally taken off guard by his comment.
"Your emotions show, and ghosts don't have hearts. I didn't think there were any other halfas. Could you maybe fly us home? I can barely move." He tried again to sit up, just managing to prop himself up on one elbow.
"Danny are you sure?" Tucker was nervous. "She could be trying to trick us."
"She's not, and if she is I'm too dead to care. Hey!" Reina had scooped him up bridal style.
"Well, I've got to carry you somehow." She looked down at the already sleeping figure. "Okay guys, grab my ankles, and Sam, didn't he say?"
"Yeah?"
"Where does he live?"
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HC: And that's a wrap. Until I get Chapter Two up. Please tell me if you like it or not. Constructive criticism would be fabulous, but again, flames will either be given to world dominating psychos, or used for my flamethrower.
DannyF: HC you're not serious are you?
HC: You'll never know will you. (I'm really not, but I can let him think that.)