Green Hunter
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
This was part of the "Weeping Wind" collection of oneshots under my old account name.
Hunting License
"What's this?" Danny asked, examining the card his father had given him.
"Your hunter's license," his father said. "You were accepted, Danny. Your mother and I are proud of you."
Danny was shell-shocked. He looked down from his license to his parents and then back to the license. "I passed the test?" he whispered.
"You sure did, son," his father said, grinning wider than the Cheshire Cat. "Now you can go to the ghost world and hunt ghosts, like your mother and me."
"He's right, Danny," his mother replied, hugging him tight. "But with freedom comes responsibility."
"More rules?" he groaned.
She ruffled his hair. "Yes, boy, more rules."
"Is Dad done yet?" Danny asked his mother. It had only been a few minutes since his father had walked out of the room, but to him it felt like forever.
"He's putting on his suit," his mother replied. "You're going out dressed like that?"
Danny looked down at his outfit. He'd done some research on ghosts, their culture, and the present time period in their world. He'd selected black jeans, white combat boots, a skin-tight long-sleeved black shirt with a white collar and white gloves with the fingertips cut off. The picture he'd modified the style off of had also depicted piercings, chains, and an outrageous hair color, but he'd felt it wasn't him.
"I guess so," he replied. "It's not too over done, is it?"
His mother ruffled his hair. "Whatever floats your boat, kiddo. You'll break a few ghost girls' hearts out there."
Danny blushed. "Mo-o-o-m!"
His mother laughed and then cocked her head. "Okay, I hear your father fine-tuning the last of his weaponry. Get your gear."
Danny held out a small spheroid device. "Dad gave me several of these. They expand into entrapment cages."
His mother nodded. "What else did he give you?"
Danny laughed. "Nothing else, really. I don't think he trusts me yet."
His mother's mouth twitched; she remember the last incident where her son had managed to capture his father instead of a ghost in one of the more complicated traps. "I'll talk to him, but you have to prove yourself."
"Daniel, are you ready?" his father called.
"Yeah," he answered. "Coming."
"Go get 'em, tiger," his mother said. "Bring me back some eyeliner."
"Okay," he said, thankfully glad he'd put some ghost money in his wallet along with his hunting license.