Disclaimer: The following chapter is entirely fictitious. Any similarity to the history of any person living or dead is entirely coincidental and unintentional. Except when noted otherwise in the cast and crew credits, all celebrities voices are impersonated and no celebrities have endorsed any aspect of this fic.
Author's note: Usually, I'd have something witty typed up, or I'd be going crazy, but I'm not in the mood. See, while I was at the movies on 4-22, I was little aware of the state my mouse was in (I have 2). When I get home, I didn't check on them. I usually would, but I figured they were okay. The older one, Jupiter, was looking haggard for a while and I thought it was because of ill-nutrition. I thought she was getting better. I was wrong. Before I went to bed, I went to check on them like I usually do. I was thinking of checking in the morning, but something told me not to. So when I lifted up the blanket covering their cage, I see my worse nightmare: Jupiter is lying on her side, struggling to breathe. To those who aren't aware with mice, it is very hard to put a mouse on its side. You have a better chance of turning your house on its side then turning a mouse on its side and it actually staying there. Well anyways, I thought she was dead already and I bursted into tears when I saw her twitch. I immediately took her out of the cage to see what was wrong. I thought she was choking on something, so I opened her mouth. There was nothing there, but I could see that she was trying anything to inhale. It looked like a real struggle (like trying to breath under water.) I couldn't do anything. Her legs were kicking, mouth agape as if something was tearing up her insides. She died in my hands at 10:53 pm. So today I have nothing cheerful to say.
Chapter 1: Air ride to Tokyo
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The ice hit his face as he looked around at the memorials coated in snows.
Darn, which ones' hers? He started to dart his head around, wondering where it could have gone. He walked around, scanning the field until he found the familiar stone.
Found it.
Ruri "Ri" Ama
November 6 1990 – December 6 2004
Almost till perfect
He knelt down at the gravestone and stared at it. The bunch of nobaras that had taken him a long time to find.
'Hey Ri," he whispered. No one knew that he was there. It was the day he was for Japan and he wanted to say good bye before he left. He looked at his watch.
3:10 a. m.
"Well," he whispered. "I really can't stay. I have to leave in an hour and I'm not supposed to be here anyways. I just came to say hello." He looked down at the bunch of flowers he held.
"Yeah, I got these for you." He dug his hand in the snow to fish out the vase in the ground. He scooped up some snow and placed the bunch into the container.
"Hope you like them," he spoke to himself. "It took me a really long time to find them." He stared at the grave, the snow falling on his black jacket and his raven hair.
"I- I- I just wanted to tell you how much I missed you. It's been so lonely without you. I'll be gone for a while, so I just want you to know. I know that I still have Tuck and Sam..."
Sam… He was still in shock at what she had told him last October. Sam of all people. Was Ri serious? She was right about everything else, so what made this different? He wasn't sure.
"Well, I have to leave. If the night guard saw me here, I'll be in so much trouble."
He smiled lightly, and quickly transformed into Danny Phantom. He was always careful now, considering since the account with Walker and Hebi. He really didn't want anymore revealed on him, so he kept a watch.
"I'll be back in a month, all right?" He took launch into the wintry sky.
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"And remember," his father kept saying while Danny waited for his luggage to be tagged. "Ghost shows are in Japan like police shows are on in America. That means that there must be a lot of ghost, so KEEP WATCH!" People around them turned heads, others laughing.
"Dad," Jazz glared. "I'm sure that Danny can watch himself." She shot an invisible smile at Danny. He knew that she had known for a month, and now, things were a lot easier for him in matters of leaving and excuses.
His mother was a different story.
"OH MY BABY!" she wailed, receiving more stares that Jack got. She embraced Danny in a bone-crunching hug.
"Uh, okay mom, I get the point! I need to breathe!" Danny choked. His mother let go, but still, tears emerged from her eyes.
"Well, I really have to go," he said. "It's going to be a while."
"Well just remember," Jack crouched down. Danny thought he was going to whisper something unimportant, but-
"CONSTANT VIGILANCE!" his father screamed into his ear. Danny jumped back, heart beating rapidly, the people at the airport becoming silent. The crowd recovered, continuing their trip.
"Well, we better not keep him," Jazz tried to rush. All of them took turns saying their good-byes to Danny, all taking at least five minutes. When the farewells were said, Danny waited in the line to ascend into the terminal. His family watched him leave, his father still attempting to shout him last minute ghost advice. Danny just rolled his eyes and laughed.
I'll miss that. For one reason or another. He put his carry-on in the plastic tray they gave him.
"I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to remove your shoes," an old looking man said to him.
"Uh, why?" he raised an eyebrow.
"Safety precaution, not my rule."
Danny sighed and removed his snow sodden Converse. He removed his jacket and anything metal that might set off the alarm. He held his breath and walked through the scanner. He looked up at the light. It flashed red, but no alarm went off.
"Weird," the old man said. "That's never happened before. Oh well, I'll just scan you with the metal detector and you'll be on you way. It's probably nothing."
Danny groaned and walked over to the chair that the old man gestured to. He waited there for the old man. It was about five minutes when the old man came up with a hand-held metal detector.
"Now this won't hurt at all. Maybe on the inside, but no external damage. Just put your feet on thegrid here." Danny groaned, but there was no choice. He follower the old man's order. Nothing happened.
"Hmm, interesting. Well, you might just have high iron. Not safe for a kid your age," the old man winked.
"Yeah, iron…" He scratched the back of his neck nervously. He remembered something Ri had taught him.
Ghosts give off high electromagnetic waves. It's able to set of anything that detects those kinds of waves or any kind of metal detector.
"That's probably it," he whispered to himself. He quickly got his things and ran to his gate.
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It was nearly an hour when the boarding call for Tokyo was announced.
"Finally!" he sighed. Of course, to get on the plane was a different story.
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Danny was about to think the whole thing was hopeless when the stewardess spoke over the intercom.
"We will be landing shortly, so please turn off all electronics. The current time is three o'clock p.m. Thank you for flying Air Tokyo."
Danny shut off his walkman and just sat there for the next twenty minutes until the plane landed. After another twenty for he could finally get off the plane itself, he was finally able to get off of the cramp flight. He was told that a family related to RI would be waiting with a sigh out for him.
What am I, a package? He sighed, but he got over it. Everyone was loading off, and Danny walked to the escalators where he saw a sign with his name on it: Fenton, Danny. He raised an eyebrow, but just laughed at the matter in his head. He walked up to the family. What a peculiar sight it was.
The father, what it seemed, was in a high powered grey business suite. His hair was graying, but he still looked powerful in an old way. The mother was wearing a dress. It was a baby green dress with a cardigan sweater to match with it. Her hair was the same as the father's, only her hair was pulled back in a bun. Their children were a different story.
The one that first caught his eye had black hair above her elbow, brown eyes hidden behind thin rectangle glasses, white collared button up long sleeved shirt with a black vest, green skirt and brown boots.
The other that stood sulking beside them had black hair in high ponytail, brown eyes, short sleeved 'baseball' style shirt with black for the sleeves and a dark grey for the rest, dark blue jeans and black Converse. She shot him a caustic glare, and Danny turned away from her.
"So, uh, you must be the transfer student we were told about?" the first sister came up to him. She bowed slightly, and waited for Danny's reply.
"Uh, yeah." He wasn't sure how to respond.
"Not a very bright one, is he? Damn, why'd they choose a retard for this?" the other sneered.
"Noudou! Seriously, one more word," her mother scolded. "I apologies for her actions." The mother bowed like the first daughter. The father did the same while the one called Noudou muttered something under her breath.
"Aberration."
The entire family glared at her.
"Where are our manners?" the father said suddenly. "Let us introduce ourselves. We are the Isomashis. I am Noseru, this is my wife, Suki, and our children, Norejii," pointing to the girl that had first introduced herself, "And the sour one is Noudou." Noudou just glared at them.
"Well, you must be hungry," the mother spoke. "Would you like to get something to eat, Fenton-san?"
Fenton-san? he thought to himself. Never been called that. Oh well. It's Japan, might as well take it for what it's worth. He nodded with no words.
"Do you speak English?" Noudou snapped? "Jeeze, a simple answer might help."
Danny was really tired at Noudou's attitude, even though he only knew her for five minutes.
"Well," Noseru tried to interrupt. "Shall we go?"
"Yes please," Danny tried to say the best way he could. They left the airport without another word.
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Part two: One Nuisance after another
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Kagome sat in her room, trying to figure out how seven years were able to pass. She locked all doors, window locked, drapes drawn. The only light she had was from her desk lamp, her other homework sitting on her bed.
Come on think! she screamed at herself. She went over her notes:
Seven years,
Only aged one year
No one knows
Nothing has changed
It's as if she just picked everyone up and dropped them here, she thought. How is that possible? She tapped her pencil against her paper, creating a small drawing of confetti. She put her index fingers against her temples and rubbed her head.
"Augh!" she groaned in frustration. She stood up and began to pace in her room. Nothing had been this hard before. This really vexed her. How could something this complex happen without anyone noticing.
Then again, a lot of complex things have happened without anyone noticing.She threw herself on the bed and screamed in her pillow.
"Kagome?" a voice called from downstairs.
"What?" she called back as loud as she could, her head still buried in the sheets.
"You might want to come downstairs. School will be starting in a half hour." She had forgotten about school, which explained why she had put on her uniform this morning.
"I'll be down in a minute." She sighed and opened her door, and let herself downstairs.
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(In a different part of Tokyo)
Danny sat in what looked like a new, black Maybach62, speeding down a Japanese highway. He could already tell that Japan was different than America. For one, it looked a lot more urban than Philadelphia, and a lot more crowded. But looking at the billboards, it seemed that they really were a day ahead.
"Yo, Fenton-san!" Noudou interrupted his train of thought in an acidy voice. "What the hell are you doing? It's just a city."
"Noudou!" her father snapped.
"You have to remember, he hasn't been in another country before, especially one that's over four-thousand miles away," Norejii glared.
"Well, that's not our problem now is it?" she questioned.
"We're here," the mother ended.
Finally, Danny sighed. They got out of the car to an expensive looking restaurant. How are these people able to spend money like this?
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As soon as they had finished eating (Norejii helped him decipher the menu) they had taken another car ride to the house. It was a quiet car ride, most to Danny's liking. He and Noudou hadn't really hit it off. It was like Dash, only if he was Asian and a girl. And a worse temper. Maybe he'd get back at her later. He was just about to plan his payback when they pulled up to a gate. Danny's mouth dropped. The gated community was nothing like he had ever seen. Shitashimiyasui Hiru looked like the rich gated communities that you would see on the Travel Channel. What he could see of the houses looked like what he had seen of Beverly Hills (on TV.)
"Konnichiha, Isomashi-sama!" the young looking guard spoke to him.
"Konnichiha, Akio" Noseru responded. The guard allowed him into the gate.
"Wow!" was all Danny could get out of his mouth. "You live here!"
"What, too much?" Norejii questioned.
"If we'd see his house, he'd be asking 'what, too little?'" Noudou muttered. Danny glared at her.
She wouldn't be laughing if she knew what I thought of her. They had pulled up to a house that looked far from normal.
It was a tall house, like two storied, but the house sat on an odd foundation. To get to the front door, there was a bridge-like pathway. There was a pool under the house, the house like an island. They had a garage, but that, too was connected to the house by a bridge. But the house still kept its Asian design.
"So what the hell are you waiting for?" Noudou questioned. While he had been staring at the house, everyone had gotten out of the car and had made themselves to the front of the house. Danny stepped out of the car, and unintentionally slammed the car door.
"If that door's damaged," Noseru voice echoed from the house.
Great, I just got here and-
"I blame you, Noudou. You'll have to buy me a new one."
"Yeah, I'd like to see you try," she mumbled. "Hurry up, you damn American."
"I'd like it if you don't call me a 'damn American.' I like where I come from and-"
"Yeah, you have pride for your country, God bless America, whatever. Listen, you don't like me, and I hate you. So stay out of my way any I won't beat the living shit out of you, ya heard?" At this point, she was ramming her finger hard into his chest.
"What make you think I will?" he glared.
"You have a smart mouth on you," she simpered.
"Same with you."
"I'll bet you get in to a whole lot of nuisances with that mouth. I'll bet countless revile you." She turned without another word.
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Well, I hope you read this chapter. Since in technicality, I haven't really evolved into the plot, there's nothing going on here, except you know how Danny and Noudou will end up. And to anyone who was upset about short chapters (cough-l-f-cough) I went and removed the story, loaded them both togeter, and made this one eight pages. HAPPY? EIGHT PAGES!
Anyone who can come up with the best e-mail and password for Danny, Sam, and/or Tuck gets a character in "Mystscape. com." See rules in my bio.
