AN: Yes, I know it is a very bad idea to start another story, but I couldn't resist the temptation! I have recently gotten into the pairing Iambic Prose (Danny/Ghost Writer), so this story will mostly be about that. Sorry to those of you uninterested in romance! Nomi, Hollow, Habato, I dedicate the first chapter to you guys.
Synopsis: After getting advice from, what he considers to be, a very reliable source, Danny thinks it's best to apologize to the Ghost Writer. Will this simply mean a new acquaintanceship? Or will something more come of this?
Disclaimer: No matter how much we wis-… want it to be true, we do not own Danny Phantom.
Recap: A month or so after D-Stabilized
Danny sat criss-cross in front of the television, and clicked it on. His eyes shone with excitement as he put his DVD in the console, starting it. He grinned, munching on a bowl of popcorn, and sipping at his soda as the film rolled. On it, was a boy with a fishing pole sitting on the moon. The halfa relaxed against the foot of the couch as it continued. Nearing the climax of the movie, the red-headed psychologist came down the stairs to grab a snack, and saw her little brother. Jazz rose a bemused eyebrow, then walked closer to him. Seeing the boy in a blue sweatshirt on the screen, she rolled her eyes with a smile. "Really, Danny? You haven't watched this enough times?"
"Shut up, Jazz! It's a really good movie!" He shouted to her, eyes transfixed on the screen. It was at this point that the hero's curiosity got the better of him, and he accidentally ruined everything. In his opinion, this was the best part of the movie. He glared as two legs with black capris covering them blocked his view.
"I remember you would hardly watch a movie that even mentioned Christmas. Then, all of a sudden last Christmas, your bad holiday mood is gone. What changed?" She asked him, hands on her hips. He had been suspicious around that time, and when his mood turned around, he wouldn't tell anyone why it was.
He continued to glare, although for a different reason. Her questions were bringing back unwanted memories of his fight with the Ghost Writer. To this day, something bothered him about that fight. He couldn't tell if it was unease, or guilt, or suspicion. Sure, he had destroyed the guy's book and not felt sorry about it, but that guy nearly ruined his Christmas, even if he did mean well. There was nothing to feel bad about. "Nothing. Just a ghost fight." He wouldn't admit that a ghost made him rethink his views on Christmas. He had too much pride to ever let that happen purposefully.
His attention was drawn back to the television his know-it-all sister was still standing in front of. "Easter is about new beginnings. New life. Easter is about hope." He sighed, putting his hand into the bowl only to frown. Looking again, he realized he had ran out of popcorn. Turning the words over in his head, the advice seemed to become a bit more meaningful. With Easter so close, it was time for a new start. "Must have been some fight, then. They do something really unforgivable?"
He paused the movie, standing up and stretching the kinks out of his joints. He shook his head, and she continued, "Well, then do you have a good reason for having fought them at Christmas?"
The teen crossed his arms, white rings appearing around his body. "I hate it when you're right, and it makes me feel guilty." He turned invisible, flying to the basement, and opening up the portal. The best thing for fresh starts was to bury the hatchet, so to speak, and leave the past behind. Easter was about new beginnings, as the spirit of said holiday had mentioned. And since Danny hadn't apologised to the Ghost Writer for destroying the first Christmas Poem, a few days before Easter was as good a time as any to do so. Even if he was a few months late. His nose wrinkled as he smelled the bitterness of gasoline, and heard the roar of an engine. Looking over, he saw a flying motorcycle with two passengers and a larger-than-average shadow pulled over. He floated over to the older teens, and greeted them, "Hey, Johnny, hey, Kitty."
The two looked around, trying to find the source of the seemingly disembodied voice. Danny nodded, figuring out their problem, and became visible. The blonde turned to see him, and gave a small smirk. "Oh. Hey there, little dude. What's up?"
He raised his hand in a small wave, "Do you guys know how to get to Ghost Writer's lair from here?" He gave a quick glance around the Zone, then back to the couple. While he had been there occasionally, there was no reason for him to know exactly where he was going. The first time he was just wandering the Ghost Zone, and the second time, he was still in the story, so he never focused on where he was going.
Johnny grinned sheepishly, scratching the back of his head and ignoring any oil or grease that rubbed off from it, "Ah, can't really help ya there, squirt. Kitten's the one who's good with maps and stuff." He climbed off the bike and checked the motor, having Shadow help him try to see what went wrong.
Kitty gave the boy a smile, hopping off the bike, "Yeah, why not? Why you gotta go there, anyway? Hardly anyone does, he's such a closed-off booknerd. You got a map?"
He nodded, taking it out of a hidden pocket on his suit. He unfolded the slightly crumpled paper, and handed it to the girl, "Eh, I totalled one of his books a while back, so I figured I better apologize. It's nearly Easter, ya know?"
"Now, you're gonna wanna turn left at Skulker's island, then travel North East. It should be right around… here," She circled a spot on the map not too far from their current location with her nearly-perfectly manicured nail, "Oh, by the way, we're right here." She pointed on the map to their position, and handed it back to him, "Ouch. You messed up one of his books? And you aren't, like, fully-dead? Nice. See you around, Danny!"
Johnny nodded, satisfied that it would work again. He climbed back on, revved the engine, and took the brakes off his bike as Kitty hopped back on, "Good luck with that, kid!" The two then drove off, leaving a puff of exhaust in their wake. Danny waved it away, coughing as he did so.
He looked back at where Kitty pointed to on the map. Estimating the distance, he grinned, pumping his fist in a celebratory manner, "Sweet! That's only, like, five minutes away!" He flew leisurely, following the biker girl's directions. He stopped upon seeing the tall white building, with columns in the front made to look almost like a museum.. Seeing the statues of the lions, he smirked. They were actually pretty cool, in his mind, but they looked like they had been sitting there for ages. He climbed the marble steps, getting closer to the immaculate ivory door. He rose his hand to knock, and hesitated, suddenly nervous. Why am I doing this? He's probably just going to blast me the minute he sees me! Aren't books, like, his obsession, or something? Sighing, he knocked three times. His eyes widened when the doors immediately opened, giving him a sense of welcome.