A/N: And so I've now expanded that oneshot into something more interesting. For those who are familiar with KSJ, I'm going by the anime for it is more suitable for my purposes. Thus, this story will be post-season 1 for KSJ, disregarding what will happen in season two. For those who are familiar with Danny Phantom, the time line is after the third season but no Phantom Planet. Please enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler).
Thursday, May 12, 2005: Amity Park
The air was filled with a sense of rebirth this night, after a day of unrelenting rain. The gray clouds had departed from the suburban town, allowing the crescent moon to place its protective embrace on the town's inhabitants.
A playful breeze twisted and turned about, exploring the tranquility of this spring night. She rustled the the crisp, green leaves that glistened under the moon's gaze. She rattled the chains of the swing sets in a local playground.
As she approached a townhouse with a big sign saying, "FentonWorks," she stopped, almost as if she could feel some sort of distress from the abode. In curiosity, she crept through an opened bedroom window. The maroon curtains rustled in her fingers as if it were being tickled by her presence.
She felt another breeze, though she knew there couldn't be. After all, wasn't she the only moving air in the room?
The breeze redirected her currents to move towards the source, only to find a female human amongst the peach bedsheets, her violet eyes staring at the opened window. She was panting, sweat beads forming on her delicate forehead. Some of the sweat spread to her auburn hair, giving it a greasily look.
But she didn't care.
She was afraid. ….afraid of what her own children maybe hiding from her.
...especially her son.
She wasn't blind. Despite the smiles and gestures that would he make to assure her of his well-being, she could see the innocence gone from her son's blue eyes. He would walk around as if the weight of the world rested on his shoulders.
...and her daughter knew about it and refused to tell.
She shivered as the breeze left the bedroom.
Why couldn't they just tell her what was wrong? What was so detrimental that they would refuse to seek counsel from their own mother?
In either case, she knew that it had something to do with the suburban town in which they live. After all, having many ghosts attacking the once-peaceful Amity Park could change people, including her own flesh and blood.
She looked at the clock. 4:15 A.M...
'It's about time I'd give her a call,' Maddie Fenton thought as she picked up the bedroom phone and began to dial a certain number.
Friday, May 27, 2005: Amity Park
Clouds. There were many huge clouds that day, none of which threatened rain. The blue sky appeared behind those ominous clouds every so often, along with the sun that would lighten the world with its rays.
Regardless, it was humid.
Terribly humid.
Moisture encompassed the air and the clouds did not allow it to escape. The birds retreated to the shades of trees, although there wasn't that much change in humidity. Everyone had their air conditioners up high in their homes as no one didn't want to try to walk through the sauna of a day.
Even if one would venture to the outdoors, it was only to get the mail and the daily newspaper. That in itself was a chore.
So on Misty Street, in front of a peculiar townhouse, there stood a boy no older than fifteen, retrieving the mail from the mailbox. He had volunteered to go since both his parents were busy on another one of their ghastly inventions in the basement, and his sister needed to finish one of her essays for one of the scholarships in which she was applying.
As typical of a teenage boy, a curious one at that, he looked through the mail as he walked back inside the comfort of his home. Bills, bills, and more bills met his royal blue eyes.
'One of the things that I'm not looking forward to as an adult,' he thought with a groan as he tossed those envelopes onto the kitchen table.
There was a letter addressed to his parents. It was a peculiar royal blue color; the envelope definitely from one of those rather expensive stationary sets.
There was no return address.
He was tempted to open it but had let it slide. He placed that one on the top of the pile. The rest were college recruitment letters for his sister.
He yawned, rather cheerful that he was officially on summer vacation. He wanted to go spend time with his best friends but he wasn't too thrilled with the idea of being in the sweat fest of the century.
His hand reached for a cup from the cupboard when he gasped. A breathe of condensed air came from his lips. He sighed, knowing what that had meant.
A ring of light appeared around his abdomen, which split into two rings of light traveling opposite directions. The once black-haired, blue-eyed human teenager became a white-haired, glowing green-eyed ghost. In other words: Danny Fenton became Danny Phantom.
He phased through the walls of the kitchen and out into the street. The humidity didn't bother him as much in this form but it was still quite an annoyance. His eyes glanced up and down the street to find out what has caused him to leave his air-conditioned home.
Then he saw who it was.
"I'M THE BOX GHOST, RULER OF ALL THINGS RECTANGLE AND SQUARE! YOU SHALL—HEY!" The Box Ghost's most ingenious plan yet was foiled once again as he was pulled into a Fenton Thermos, courtesy of the young half-ghost.
He flew into his bedroom and changed back to his human self. He figured that he'll let the Box Ghost out a little later and was about to go on the Internet when his parents called him downstairs. He sighed and stretched, fully preparing himself for another one of his dad's ramblings about his latest invention.
An invention that could probably prove to be hazardous to his life.
In either case, he couldn't prevent it since his parents didn't know about him being a half-ghost. There was just too much risk and uncertainty by letting him know about his 'condition.'
Thus, he so slowly trudged his way down the stairs to the kitchen.
His sister, Jazz, was already there. Her own blue eyes looked a bit more nervous for his liking, making him wonder what had just happened.
Then he saw his parents, who were in their Hazmat suit glory, smiling. His mother held the blue envelope in plain view, already opened. He too became unsure how to react to his parents' mood.
It was also she who spoke first. "We saw that you two seemed stressed out..."
That had to be the understatement of the century. Two months ago, he had battled his jerky evil future self and nearly lost everyone he loved because of Dark Dan. Then on Spring Break, he had to stop some crazed guy named Freakshow from his evil scheme of alternating reality. That on top of the fact that he had final exams and the normal ghost annoyances, he felt that he had been through a wringer several times.
Summer vacation was almost a blessing in disguise, if it wasn't for the fact that ghosts were still not relenting in their schemes for world domination.
"So," his father, Jack, continued in a loud voice. "We've decided you should go stay with your great-aunt Bethanne in England."
"What!" both Fenton siblings shouted in pure shock. The lower part of Jazz's right eye twitched at the news.
"Don't we get a say in this?" Jazz asked, looking over to her brother to see his reaction.
"Of course not sweetie," their mother replied with a small smile. "And I thought you would agree that a change of scenery would be a good idea for both of you."
The redhead teenager tried to counter but could not. However, Danny decided then to speak up.
"But what about...?" Danny started before he was interrupted by his father again.
"I'm sure you'll be fine, kiddo!" Jack encouraged, patting the skinny teenager on the back. "Besides it's only for a month..."
"A month!" the two shouted again. This was too much for Danny. How was Amity Park going to stay afloat for a month without Phantom? How will his friends hold up? Valerie as the Red Huntress might be a help with her abhorrent of ghosts but even she has her limits.
And he didn't even want to think about his parents...
After a moment of silence, the two parental figures exchanged a look of confusion. Then Maddie looked at her children with concern. She would have hoped they would jump onto such an opportunity to leave Amity Park for a while. But to them to react it such a way...
What were her children hiding?
"I'm going to my room," Danny finally said, ignoring the imploring violet eyes as he went up the stairs. He could faintly hear his sister tell their parents another excuse as she followed behind him.
They shared a look of uncertainty as they passed each other in the second floor hallway before going to their respective rooms.
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"You're going to England for a month!" his friend, Sam, cried out in surprise at through the receiver of Danny's phone. Conveniently, Sam's phone had three-way so that he, Sam and his other friend, Tucker, could talk to each other.
"Dude, take the vacation!" Tucker urged. "We all know you need it."
"But what about Amity Park?" Danny asked his friends. "I can't just say to Skulker, 'Hey can you not terrorize my hometown while I'm away for a month?'"
"Danny, relax," his spectacled friend assured. "We got this."
"We've nearly a year's worth of ghost hunting under our belts," his Gothic friend added. "We can handle it."
"I know, I just..." He sighed as he rubbed his temple.
"'...don't want the burden on us,'" his two friends finished for him. He could almost guess they were rolling their eyes at his 'hero complex.'
There was a pause before Sam asked, "Wait, didn't you say that you have no choice in the matter?"
"...Yes," he said reluctantly.
"Then you have to go regardless, dude! You know it's bad when your oblivious parents are pushing it," Tucker nearly shouted. "Enjoy the vacation. If it makes you feel better, we'll call you if something gets out of hand, okay?"
"Alright, fine," he gave in. "As long as you're certain..."
"We're fine! Jeez Danny," Sam paused. "You and your hero complex."
With a chuckle, they said their good-byes for then as he snapped his cellphone shut. Danny laid back on his bed, staring at his ceiling.
'Maybe I can make the best of it,' he thought as he found himself slipping into the realm of dreams.
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Saturday, May 28, 2005, Outskirts of London
Splashes of azure, peach, and yellow faded into purple, orange, and red as the glorious sun sank below the English horizon. A few stars twinkled in the darkening sky with the First Quarter moon following behind.
The breeze's cousin, wind, rolled about the breath-taking landscape, disturbing its inhabitants with its tough-boy nature. However, he was cautious to not displease the lady of the Middleford estate as she sat outside on her veranda.
She was not the type to anger.
And thus, he left the elderly woman undisturbed, making a U-turn towards London.
The said elderly woman chuckled at the fact that the wind refused to meet her as she slipped her warm black tea. Her smile seemed cynical in a way that would be unfitting for such a woman of her age.
Her hazel eyes fell onto her tea cup with profound loneliness, until they were filled with a devious spark again.
Without turning away from the scenery, she stood from her seat and began, "The plane shall arrive at ten forty-five tomorrow night. Be sure to retrieve the young Fentons. That should not be too much of a chore for you..."
She turned her head to see two crimson eyes in the shadows of the parlor. Her mouth contorted into an aged smirk.
"Mikhail..."
A/N: Sorry for making you wait so long for this chapter. Fate decided to finally give me a life. (sweatdrop)
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