Okay, so this is the REWRITE. I will still make some mistakes so tell me please. There will still be OOCness so yeah. Also since this is a rewrite, I'm just going to make it all in third person.
Summary: Danny is blind! He has been since birth, but when he gets his ghost powers he can see, except he can't. Confused? Find out by joining Danny on this journey in dealings with having this secret from his friends and family.
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
Oddly enough everything felt different. No one that noticed or actually cared enough knew what it was all about. A cold chill hung in the air, a warning in the wind. The warning of death but it didn't seem like people cared. Death happened everywhere and most people were too ignorant to even understand it. Ignorance is bliss after all. In reality, ignorance kills.
Upon waking, a boy with black hair yawned and stretched. He swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood, rubbing his eyes. The boy was quite the odd one, yet everything seemed normal about him. The atmosphere surrounding him seemed to ward off negativity and create an illusion of normality. His outstretched hands helped to guide him, shuffling his feet four steps forward to where his dresser was located, grabbed what felt like the right clothing, and changed. His outfit for that day was a black long sleeves and white shirt with white jeans.
Again the the feeling that was off about him increased, especially with his actions. He lifted his head and upon staring into his eyes—those unseeing eyes showed everything yet nothing. Faded and clouded baby blue orbs showed the one off thing about him. His blindness. He's fine with it, not many problems, except that his family and friends could sometimes forget that he's visually impaired for they would try and show him things out of excitement. It got quite annoying, but he couldn't really blame them. There were those times where he just felt like a burden to them, but his sister would always drag him from those thoughts, reassuring him about everything and helping him with everything.
Knock-knock-knock.
The sudden rapping on the door caused the poor boy to jump before sighing and calming down. "Come in," he spoke up while feeling around the hardwood floor for his shoes. He had two pairs of sneakers, black ones and red ones, of course it didn't matter to him what color they were but his sister helped him out to match his outfit.
Tap-tap-tap.
The door squeaked open, revealing an auburn hair and blue eyed girl at the doorway. She seemed to be the older sibling from the way she held herself and the mature atmosphere that surrounded her. She watched her brother for a second before speaking up, "Hey Danny, how are you?"
"Hey." Tilting his head towards the direction he heard his sister speak, he flashed a smile. "I'm good. I just need to find my shoes and I'll be down in a sec."
"Need help?" she inquired hesitantly, knowing that he hated having to have help, but there would be times where he accepts it especially when he really needed it, like for instance, finding his shoes.
He nodded while still searching for his belongings.
Tap-tap-tap.
She grinned as the feeling of accomplishment washed over her. She loved helping him out. She grabbed his sneakers that would go with the outfit he had picked from the foot of the bed and handed it to him. "Here, and I'll get your backpack while you put on your shoes.
He smiled, putting his shoes on. "Thanks."
Jazz watched her brother tie his shoes. Although he is blind, he always seems as if he can still see. He can guide himself through new places with a bit of difficulty, but still is able to make it through even with the help of his cane and to add to it, his other senses are sharper than an average human. His unseeing blue eyes are staring down at his shoes even though he can't see them, it's found to be a bit creepy.
Maddie Fenton, Jazz and Danny's mom, taught Danny how to read and write. Mr. Lancer and two other of his teachers are the only ones to know how to read Braille.
The huge problem in helping Danny is the reason that he feels that he can do things himself and is stubborn as a mule sometimes. He hates feeling useless and helpless and Jazz always has known this, and tries her hardest to hold back on helping him. The last thing she needs is him to hate her. She also knows he can take care of himself and let's him do things that he wants to do.
"Jazz, do you have my backpack?" Danny inquired, breaking her out of her thoughts and getting up.
"Huh? Oh, yeah, here." She grasped his hand and put the strap of the bag in it. She smiled at him although he was oblivious to it.
"Thanks." He made his way downstairs with Jazz at his heels.
They went into the kitchen and Jack Fenton, their father, walked in. His loud footsteps made Danny flinch at the sound, not to mention at his exceptionally loud voice. "Good morning Danny-boy, Jazzy Pants! Come on, I want to show you two something!"
Danny tilted his head towards his dad's direction, his raven black hair splayed across his face. "Is it the portal you guys have been working for three years now?"
"Yeah." He grabbed their arms and lead them to the lab. He was careful in not trying to hurt Danny, keeping his grip loose and guided him down the stairs. Once there, Jack let them go and stood in front of the portal. "Ta da!"
Danny stared straight at nothing. "Uh, Dad, I can't see it." He waved a hand over his eyes, blinking in slight boredom.
"Oh, yes, of course! Sorry son. Just know that it's beautiful in all its glory!" Jack walked over to two cables and held them.
Meanwhile, Maddie carefully took Danny by the shoulders and had him take a step back. "It might be a lot safer if you take a step back since you two don't have hazmats. Speaking of which, in the right hand corner near the portal is a trunk with one for you." Then she whispered, "Your dad had a sticker of his face on it, but just know I took it off."
Jack plugged the cables together. There were a few sparks, but nothing major or outstanding happened, earning the disappointment from the two adults. Jack sighed in defeat, dropping the cable. "I guess three years of work still needs a bit more work." With that, Maddie and Jack walked depressingly out of the lab.
"Jazz, what happened?" Danny questioned as he listened to his parent's footsteps fade.
"It didn't work. C'mon, Sam and Tucker must be waiting for you."
Two figures covered in shadows watched the boy with great interest as they spoke quietly to each other. They knew of what he was capable of, of what he was to become. They didn't like that he had to go through so much pain to reach his destiny. They didn't like that fate was so cruel, especially to this poor boy.
"You did what I told you to do, right?"
"Of course."
"Good. Now, we should get back."
"Agreed."
They disappeared while one had a smile as they vanished. That boy was going to be the bridge between worlds, he would be the one to bring peace. Hopefully, they would be able to protect him.
"You should've heard them, they were really depressed," Danny explained to his friends. The three sat at a table, eating their lunch and listening to the raven haired boy's story. There was a girl and a boy. The girl has short black hair, pale skin, and purple eyes that were outlined with dark eyeliner. She wore a black crop top and a black and green plaid skirt. She's a ultra-recyclo vegetarian goth. The boy beside her is an African American with green eyes that held intelligence. He wore a yellow turtle neck, grayish-brown cargo pants, black rimmed glasses, and a red beret. He was known as a techno geek who always had a PDA in hand.
"Well," the goth girl started, "you would too, if three years of hard work went down the drain. After school, you should take a look and see if you can the problem."
An awkward silence fell heavily on them. The techno geek cleared his throat. "Really, Sam? I'm pretty sure that the words 'look' and 'see' are not in his vocabulary."
"What? Oh, yeah. Hehe. Sorry, Danny. Kind of forgot."
He shrugged, completely alright with it. It didn't bother him as much as it used to, but it could get quite irritating. "It's okay. It happens all the time, especially with my dad. You kind of get used to it. But yeah I know what you meant and sure." He got up to throw his tray away, only for it to be taken out of his hands. "Hey!"
"Sorry dude, it's my turn to take your tray."
"Tucker, I can do it myself. You guys always do this," he whined, hating this. Just because he was blind didn't mean he couldn't do things for himself. "You know, just because I'm disabled doesn't mean I'm helpless."
"Dude, people would kill to have other people do their work."
Thwap!
The sound of skin meeting skin reached to his ears followed by Sam's voice. "Idiot, you know Danny hates having other people do his work for him. But," she placed a hand on his shoulder, "if you want to refrain from embarrassing yourself to the extreme, you might want us to do it."
"Sometimes, I can't stand your logic," he muttered, earning a laugh from her.
"Come on." She grabbed his arm and led him to their next class.
The school day ended, everyone was either at home or headed there or on their way to hang out somewhere. Tucker and Sam walked home side-by-side the boy like they've always had been doing since the six grade. Danny would always feel bad for this and he always apologizes. There wasn't any reason to, he was just that much of an amazing person. "Thanks guys and I am so sorry if you miss the movie."
"Danny, you don't need to apologize," Sam replied off to his right. She knew that he meant it, but sometimes it irked her since they always tell him that it wasn't a huge deal. "And besides, the theater is only minutes from here. If we ended up missing it we could still come back and hang out. Also, we're best friends so of course we'll help." She punched his arm lightly. "Now, stop apologizing and deal with it because we will be doing this until college. Also, get that thought out of your head right now."
"Love birds," whispered Tucker, snickering slightly.
"We are not lovebirds!" they yelled, earning loud laughter from him.
Danny groaned and used his cane to find the first step. He reached the door without any help before turning to them. After bidding their farewells, he listened as their footsteps faded away, which prompted a small smile as he turned back and opened the door and coming to silence. Once inside, all he heard was well, nothing. Usually, he would hear his parents in the lab working on something, but no noise came and it made him worry. "Jazz? Mom, Dad, are you guys here?"
No answer. Danny sighed and counted his way to the kitchen. One hand outstretched, he felt around the fridge door in hopes to find at least a note. Nope. He went over to the table only to find nothing. It was sort of frightening being alone, he barely was by himself. Wow, he mused, leave a blind boy all alone in a house full of dangerous weapons. My parents are totally responsible.
Then the boy remembered that he said he'd go feel around the portal, so after taking a breath to steady his nerves, he descended the stairs that led to the lab. He argued with himself, trying to get himself to turn back yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. This was a stupid—wait, no—an idiotic idea, but he was going to help his parents. This was what the small voice in the back of his mind told him that is. The boy, shaking slightly with a bit of fear, went over to the portal and started to stroke the edges. Cool, no, warm and rough metal. He slid his fingers all around it but it was too high for him to reach the top, so he gave up on that. The width going across was at least five to six feet, the length probably more than six feet. He trudged over to the right corner where his mom had told him, and sure enough, there was a trunk. He opened it and grabbed the clothing that was in it, except the problem was, it didn't feel like the slick, rubbery suits that his parents wore, but soft, almost cotton-like. He debated whether or not to continue doing this, especially since the sudden feeling of being watched washed over him.
Do it, whispered an odd voice. It was really tempting, it had a weird hypnotic tone to it. Do it, save us all.
It was frightening, to say the least. "Wh-who's there?" he shouted, gripping the cloth. No answer, leaving him to play it off as his nerves. He sighed, thinking of how his parents must've looked with their disappointment, but gave up since he couldn't imagine it at all. He just knew they were sad and disappointed. He took a breath and guided his hands around the odd article and deciding to just make do with what he had on. Placing the cloth on the ground, he stepped back over to the portal.
One…
He could still turn back.
Two…
He guided himself through the portal by skimming his fingers acrossing the wall, taking in every groove and crack there was.
Three…
His fingers come across button-like-objects. Danny took his fingers away from it and continued on, but stumbled a bit and his hand shot out to keep him from falling.
The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end as high volts of electricity coursed through him. It was agony, feeling as if his skin was being melted off his bones. At some point a streak of electricity lashed out at his face. The excruciating pain that overwhelmed him caused him to scream. He couldn't feel or hear anything other than his own screams and pain. It felt like an eternity before Danny stumbled out of the portal and dropped to his knees, trembling and twitching then lied on his side and curled up as he could still feel shocks of electricity course through him. His appearance was different than it was supposed to be. His hair was whiter than snow instead of its usual raven black; his eyes were no longer ice blue but bright, radioactive green; his outfit was inverted, black jeans now white, his shirt now a black with white sleeves. One difference Danny did notice was that he didn't 'see' the usual, cold darkness but disorientation of bright and warm colors.
His eyes went comically wide and he started blinking to clear the confusing sight as a small smile appeared despite the situation. He felt weak, he could barely move a muscle without feeling an electrical shock go through him. The now, white haired boy got up struggling so much, and walked, stumbling slightly but was able to catch himself, although poorly, with a table. His arms shook terribly underneath his own weight. The table held a picture of their family and it caught his interest. He looked at it with a weak smile. He was finally seeing his parents and Jazz and himself! He couldn't wait to tell them.
A flash of a refreshing, yet sharp, color caught his attention. He stumbled over to a small mirror and stared at his reflection. To his surprise, he had different features than the picture on the table, the worrisome was the pink, hideous looking scar that crossed his face—his eyes—in a weird pattern. It was diagonally crossing his right eye before going over the bridge of his nose and ending under his left eye. He knew it was from the volt that had struck his face, mostly because glancing between the picture and mirror, he noticed the huge differences. Danny couldn't help but to freak out and turn intangible as he stumbled backwards, going through a counter which made him jump a foot in the air. Expecting to land, he was, once again, shocked to find himself floating for his legs had been replaced by a wispy tail. Danny started to freak out even more, in the state of panic he forgot about his physical pain and exhaustion. "No. No, no, no. I can't be a ghost. I—" It dawned on him, hitting him like a sock of butter. "I'm a ghost! This cannot be happening."
"Calm down," a voice said soothingly behind him. He pivoted on his heel to come face to face with a ghost with pale skin, deep and mysterious (purple) eyes, and black hair. She softly smiled at him. "Hello, my name is Blaze. What's yours?"
Danny gulped in fear, stuttering as he said, "D-Daniel, but e-everyone calls me D-Danny. Wh-why are you here?"
"I am here to help you." She cocked her head to the side with a small, reassuring smile. "You are a new ghost, am I right?"
"I-I guess."
"Okay then. Take deep breath and calm down."
Danny gawked at her but he trusted her for now. He took a breath to relax and landed on his two feet. That was when two rings appeared around his torso and split in two, traveling in opposite directions. Blaze couldn't help but gasp. She was going to have to tell him. "I've only seen this once before. Twenty years ago. You are a Halfa. You aren't completely dead, only half. I can help you control this; it might take a while. You'll have to keep it secret from everyone." But I must leave once you get in slight control of your powers, she mused.
Danny stood in the lab, eyes not focused on anything. Apparently when he is in human form, he wouldn't be able to see again, He still had the scar on his face and Blaze nor Danny knew what to do about it. He yawned slightly, feeling the exhaustion and pain over taking him again. His milky blue eyes started to droop and he passed out, being caught by the ghost. Hearing the front door close, the violet eyed ghost panicked, what was she going to about Danny's scar? She quickly went to Jasmine's room and grabbed her foundation then went back down to the lab, applying it. It did the work, slightly, but she was going to have to figure out what to do.
Jazz trudged through the living room after a long day at the library. Her cerulean blue irises flicked over to the clock that was hanging over the television. It's hands were on the twelve and four. 4:00 p.m.
Oh no, Danny! The girl panicked and frantically searched around the house for her brother. His room, her room, the kitchen. She, coming to a conclusion, descended to the lab and caught sight of him asleep against one of the counters. "What were you even doing down here?"
Blaze watched the two with a small grin and followed them to the boy's room. She was going to have to leave before their parents noticed her, which was in a few minutes. She heard the man's booming voice and turned high tail out of there.
Jazz sat at Danny's desk, watching over him in case he were to wake up, Of course that was ruined by her father bellowing about the portal working. His loud voice caused Danny to stir but then went back to his deep slumber. It made Jazz smile before the anger and irritation bloomed. She closed her eyes, pinching the bridge of her nose and got up. She was not going to have it at all, not one bit. Her brother needed her and she wasn't going to let him down. "Dad! Danny is asleep."
"But the portal—"
"No. Danny comes first before ghosts, which don't exist. Tell us tomorrow. It can surely wait till then." Jazz glanced at her mom for help and wasn't disappointed.
"Jack, honey, Jazz is right we can go to the Nasty Burger and talk. Danny needs his rest."
Jack sighed in defeat and nodded, following her out after making sure to close the portal. Jazz trailed behind them and went up to her brother's room to get her stuff after figuring that he would sleep the rest of the night. The thing none of them knew was that he wouldn't be the same from that day on.
Alright, so no words to say. I am not sure anymore. I may stick with this one since it seems to make more sense to me, than giving Danny his full sight back, in the next chapter you'll understand what I mean, and yes, I decided to change Danny's outfit for his ghost form. Hope ya'll will like this and I'm probably not going to follow the list of episodes and make my own storyline and it's going to mix it up. Some episodes probably won't exist but I will still add something along those lines or I'm not sure.
Which ghosts do you want to find out about Danny's blindness and their reactions? How long do you want them to go before they find out like: Skulker will take a few chapters or he finds out in the same chapter he meets Danny. Something like that. HUmans, who do you want finding out about Danny's blindness, I already have planned for Valerie to find out. Who else and their reaction? I apologize for being completely confusing.