Here's chapter 3! Oh, and so you know- I don't own Danny Phantom or Bleach! So... Yeah! Warning: heartbreak and gore... Dun dun dunnnn

*Beeeeeeep*

"Hello, this is Sam. We're coming to see you, ok? We'll be there in a couple of days, so you better be prepared to face my wrath! See ta!"

*Beeeeeeep*

"Hey, this is Danny. Sam already told you, but we'll be there soon. We had fun, just do you know. I really hope our relationship caused you such heartbreak. But... I have a confession to make. I can't be around Sam when I tell you. I had to sneak off to call you. It just wouldn't feel right if you couldn't reply. So... I'll tell you when I can. See you soon. Also... You better not be dead, you bastard!"

"End of messages"

Takuma continued to stare up into the sky, as he always seemed to at this time of day. He could clearly recall an image in his dream, one of a rainy night. The dream could've had some meaning, but it didn't matter. He ignored the green haired devil when she spoke to him, much to irritation. She would make comments on his skin, he on her hair. But that was to be expected of them. Yesterday, they reached Inuzuri. It didn't take long, considering how close they were.

Inuzuri wasn't as bad as Kusajishi, but it wasn't good. Poor children rummaged throughout the district, in search of food. But alas, nothing became of it. Both Takama and Hibiki would stealthily steal the food, giving some to the starving children. The first few times, Hibiki did it alone. She didn't believe he was capable of stealth, but he proved her wrong.

Many hourse passed, then they picked up the pace. The two started to become faster and stronger, they even practiced with wooden swords to increase their strength. Those hours quickly turned to a couple of days, then they felt their energy draining. That's when they stopped for a rest.

"You know, you aren't half bad." Hibiki panted, smirking in the process. "Turns out ya'aren't a weak little pussy." at this comment, Takuma stared-gaping. "Shut your mouth, you look like a fish out of water!" the green devil teased, playfully punching him. Yes, she was like a demon. Fierce in and out of battle. She also turned out to have the dissociative identity disorder. Just wonderful!

"How do you plan on getting us to soul society?" a valid question, how? Before he could continue, she explained that they would get picked up. Soul society would notice their power, then come and get them. Takuma crossed his fingers and hopedfor it to be true, be you could never know.

"We will travel as far as we need to, they'll find us! Then, we'll go through the academy, it'll be fun!" Hibiki chirped, turning into Mokoka, her second half. He didn't notice it earlier,bout now he did. Momoka clearly had amber eyes, instead of chocolate brown. "Heeeeey! Why so seriouuus! We will have fuuuun!" Actually, Takuma almost preferred Hibiki to Momoka. Although, the green devil was a hell of a lot meaner then the green angel. But that was a given.

-3rd person omniscient: Danny-

Danny shivered and shook in the goth's arms as they reached the ominous footsteps of their friend's house. The yard seemed unkept, like it hasn't been mowed in a month, or since they left. A shiver crept down Danny's spine, afraid of what he would do. How would everyone react. Going on a vacation-date with Sam, only to do this!? He couldn't... He would...

The door wasn't locked, typical for Tucker. He should be home, then. Opening the door, they saw the shock of their life. They'd when Danny felt himself scream. Shaking uncontrollably, he collapsed by his lost friend. Blood splattered on the walls and floor. You could clearly see his organ handing out of his body. Severed veins lay scattered. The blood was dry, most likely weeks old. His body, rotting and decaying. Danny started to hyperventilate, going into shock. His body trembled and shook. Tears spilling, realization washing over.

He... Was... Dead...

"Danny? Danny!?" a shining object gleamed in the distance... An antique, silver dagger. It was enough, though. Enough to pierce the flesh and cause his very own blood to paint the carpet-covered floors. So close.. Yet so far... If he could only reach. "Danny!" before he knew it, his hahardware closehot the dagger. That's when a strong force knocked into him, causing him to fall forward. His efforts didn't go to waste, as his Hans clenched tightly on the blade. Blood trailed on the floor, quicker tgan Sam could scream.

-normal POV-

"How long did you say this would take, again?" Takumabit back a growl, tryi g to hide his irritation. But once again, it hadn't slipped past Hibiki. She smirked, knowing just how annoyed this was making him. But to her, this was all just so much fun. Teasing him, watching the brat squirm, annoying him. Momoka, however, would disapprove. But she wasn't here, was she? (they may share the same body, but their memories are seperate. They don't remember the same things,)

"Well, aren't we impatient? They come when they feel like it, got it?" her smirk widened, almost to an inhuman degree.

"I just... Want to know. That's all, I swear!" his hand shot up, as if he wanted to create a barrier. Which in fact, he did.

"And here I thought you didn't want to be a shinigami!"

"I don't!" he replied, as of by instinct. But that smirk, wouldn't it go away? It's like everything he did was to entertain her! What was he, her puppet!? Her slave!? What did he ever do to deserve this kind of cruel punishment!?

"Well, that's enough training for now, time to 'hunt' for food!"

how's this for gore? Buahaha! Well, anyways. I think this would be my first fic to successfully get to 3 chapters! I used to have another account, but I forgot the name. I'll reuse a few of my old OC characters. Some of you might have read my 3 part story HichigoXOC Christmas stories. I think I'll redo Fuyuki as a character... And the mysterious purple haired man from my other story... If I didn't delete those! Well, R&R please!