The Dark Exorcist

Chapter 1: The Beginning of the End.

So hey guys! Thanks for clicking on this story. This is my first, proper crossover fanifiction, that will be heavily adapted from "the Green Exorcist" and bits and pieces from her other stories that she/he gave up for adoption…just with a slight twist with the protagonist. I hope you enjoy this story!

Note: This story is set after TUE, and shortly after Phantom Planet. The only difference is that In Phantom Planet, Vlad did not get stuck on another planet, but is currently alive- a bit subdued and kicking- and that Danny did not reveal himself.

I do not own Danny Phantom or Blue Exorcist, nor the eyeballs you use to read this story. Everything belongs to their respective owners.

Fat Rain droplets pattered against the windows, casting a grey and cold presence over a rather large rectangular room. Shades of white bounced against the pristine walls from the strip of light above; a steady beep echoed through the still air. A hospital bed dominated the room, and a small figure sat close to it, one arm draped over the railings of the bed. A television droned on in the background, highlighting the more interesting topics that occurred in the world. However, the figure wasn't focused on that.

On closer inspection, the figure turned out to be young Caucasian woman, around seventeen years of age. Her fiery red-hair was pulled back by a thick black headband, which flowed past her shoulders. However her face was drained from any energy. Her teal blue eyes were dull and held heavy bags underneath them, focusing intently on the rise and fall of the chest of the black haired figure that was currently swaddled in white sheets.

Countless wires and cords had been stuck, poked and prodded through the boy's pale skin, that even she lost count. An oxygen mask covered most of his face, but despite that, his pale face held a dash of pink, and his messy dark hair surrounded him like a halo. Compared to her, he was the picture of serenity.

She- was more like a walking zombie.

But much to her irritation, it was all the white in the room that began to prickle at her nerves.

To be frank, she was getting sick of the colour and the horrible décor of the place. The sheets, the walls, even the floor was white! Thankfully, she had given the nurse various colours of nightgowns for her brother, and purposefully left out the colour. No matter how many times it had been assured that white "brought comfort to the hospital's patients and family members," or some crap like that, by that fruitloop. It was everywhere, awfully reminding her of a funeral home. After her visit, she would need to address him about his stupid irony. She filed the thought away for later, and then a darker thought popped into her mind.

The Guys in White.

Oh God. Quickly, she dragged in a ragged breath at the thought, as fiery hatred coursed through her veins, as she gazed at her brother, sleeping peacefully in in the room.

Those horrible bastards will pay for inflicting pain on her dearest brother. Her hands curled into tight fists, her nails digging into her palm. But, she couldn't think like that. A long sigh escaped her lips, and she squared her shoulders. Her brother still needed her. Right now, she still had to hold out hope that somehow, her little brother will wake up soon, if not later.

She had to.

She tentatively reached out to caress the pale hand that laid limply on those sheets, her fingertips brushing against the lumps underneath. The monitor picked up slightly, and a ghost of a smile crossed her pale features. "I'm here for you, little brother," she softly murmured, rubbing her thumb against her brother's knuckles in reassurance. Right now, she was the only his only family. And family stuck together through thick and thin….

Right?

Regret knotted her stomach tightly, as she remembered the incident that put her brother in this condition in the first place. If only she could have known about it sooner….

(*flashback*)

"They've reached Sector G-6! Phantom and Cohorts have broken through…Gahhhhh!" The Government hired ghost hunting personnel shouted in panic in his radio, before a flurry of claws with green nails slashed clean through the radio, and pinned him to the wall.

"N-no, please…I have children to look after…," the agent begged at the large, snarling black wolf dressed in a green hoodie and joggers.

"Funny, really. As do I," an echoing voice curtly replied. Floating above the wolf was a certain figure dressed in a recognisable haze-mat suit that would irritate said government agents tremendously out on the field. Phantom, the notorious ghost who seemed to pose as a permanent thorn in their behinds, somehow thwarting every opportunity they had to capture him, and other ghosts in the vicinity. Currently considered as a class 8 spectral entity, a powerful classification title given to leaders such as Princess Dora of Argon and Frostbite of the Far Frozen. Somewhat docile, but extremely dangerous once provoked.

However, in Phantom's case, they never did learn from their mistakes, did they?

"Where…is she?" his green eyes blazed brighter even against the white tiles of the building.

"W-we…,"he began, fearing the claws that hovered close to his throat. "T-They have her contained in Block T-0, at the end of the hall."

"Thanks. You should probably go home if you value your life. Let's go, Wulf," Phantom turned and dived down the corridor like a bat diving into hell, as instructed. An entourage of agents quickly surrounded the door, but Phantom had no patience for them. He blasted through them, knocking them unconscious and taking out the door. Under normal circumstances, he would not have used that attack on humans. That was until a week ago, when they caught wind of the genius ghost hunter couple who managed to help save the earth from the Disasteroid, had managed to create a portal to the Ghost Zone. When requested to give up all their equipment to the government, they refused. The GIW promptly raided their house, the same house a certain black haired teenager and red-haired sister lived in- and killed his parents and friends. Then, said black haired teen learned not to treat the GIW like other humans. Phantom had managed to bring his sister to safety in the Ghost Zone, but those monsters had stolen something important.

Daddy's coming Dani, don't worry," Phantom muttered as he and approached the Research room.

Wulf cleaved through the thick, 12 inch Anti-ghost door like butter. His claws could literally rip through dimensional space- what chance does a measly door stand against him? The scientists, huddled together in a corner, could only gaze back at Phantom in numb horror as he floated through, His blazing eyes searching frantically for his one and only.

Finally, he saw his daughter, laying on the lab table, appendages strapped down, with several cuts and bruises and needles protruding from her skin. Green and red splotches matted her black hair, and her baby blue eyes were dimmed due to drugs. "D-daddy..?" she whispered as she saw her father. Phantom could feel the rage boiling beneath his skin, as he released a ball of energy, exterminating the scientists for their crimes committed to his daughter.

"I-I…knew you would come for me, Papa…" the little girl whispered, before promptly giving into exhaustion. Even though Phantom was barely 15, he still felt a strong sense of responsibility towards his four year old daughter. The little girl was simply a clone constructed from Phantom's DNA, using ecto-materials. None of that mattered to Phantom however. To him Dani was family; a daughter.

"Phantom's got test subject P02! Don't let them get away!" Shouts yelled behind the shredded door.

"Wulf," Phantom said as he handed over the injured girl over to him. "I need you to take her home for me. Please."

"But, My Friend,"Wulf began. "What about you?"

"I need to destroy their portal before more of our people fall victim to these bastards," Phantom gave his old friend a sad smile, before looking down at his daughter and kissing her cheek gently, hesitantly moving away. "Someone has to do it so that the others can be safe…so…If I die…Take care of her and my sister, okay?" The ghostly hero pleaded.

Wulf was torn between escorting the injured infant back to the Ghost Zone and staying behind to help his friend. With a reluctant nod, he tore a hole in space and disappeared through the opening, disappearing as quickly as it appeared.

"Subject P02 got away!" a GIW voice shouted.

"Doesn't matter, just capture Phantom!" Another responded, and they all aimed their guns at him.

Phantom quickly threw up a barrier, the ecto-blasters shots harmlessly bouncing off it. "You bastards think you can take me?! Think again!" he growled, before releasing a strong pulse of energy that threw all them back, effectively knocking them unconscious, while some started frothing at their mouths. With that, he jumped into the air and took off.

As soon as he stepped foot into that building, he could immediately tell where the portal was. It was as if he had a sixth sense for the swirling green mass. But, in its own way, it made sense. It is a part of him, the birth place of his powers. Thus, it didn't take long for him to find it.

"After all this is gone… Everyone will live in peace…" he murmured as he began overloading the ecto-flitrators with ecto-energy.

"Someone stop that ghost! He's trying to destroy the portal!" An agent yelled. A flare of pain ignited throughout his body, causing him to drop the filtrator as he staggered, his body completely paralysed.

But there was no need.

"We thought you would try to pull that stunt on us Phantom. Thus, we booby-trapped this area with ectoranium against ghosts. A piece of ectoplasmic scum like you should be ashes at the moment, but you have your own little secret don't you?" an agent said grinning as he walked up to the paralysed Phantom, with a sceptre in his hand. "For all you hard work for trashing our place…"

"Here's your reward!" with a sudden thrust to the chest Danny felt his body go rigid with hot white pain sprung from his chest, and licked through his body with a vengeance. He howled in pain, as his eyes struggling to focus on the sceptre bringing his hand to the staff before jerking his hand away instantly, hissing in pain no the blood-blossomed sceptre sticking out of his chest, right through his heart, as red and green blood bleed profusely from the wound.

"Well…" his grimace of pain was somehow morphed into a smile. "I guess it's time for me to tell you idiots, Go rot in hell," Danny whispered, falling backwards into the ghost portal, and slipped through the space. Finally the Filtrator overloaded, effectively whipping out all GIW agents in the vicinity, and throwing said battered teen's body far into the Ghost Zone.

Far away, a certain red-head had had finally recovered her brother's body, was now weeping bitterly when she found that her beloved brother's heart refused to continue beating.

Or so she thought.

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