A/N: Hey guys! I'm going to at the very least get this started so that I don't have as much work to do tonight when I get home cause I'm hoping to at least get this and one of the chapters of Blood and Bullets done tonight, it should be possible. Key on the should. Anyway, I'll shut up and start typing, or rather just let my fingers tell a story.

Disclaimer: There's no time!

Shock and Fear

Danny nearly lost his invisibility at the sight of Nero's arm, the thing was red and blue and glowing for Pete's sake! He couldn't help but wander just a little closer, so lost in his shock that he didn't notice Nero's head snap up and follow him, the fingers of that hand curling into a fist. Too late Danny realized that Nero had tensed up for an attack and the ghostly teen felt his breath woosh out of him as something clamped around his ribcage, despite the fact that he was intangible, or was supposed to be.

"Show yourself." Nero growled and Danny looked to see what appeared to be a giant apparition of the other teen's arm grabbing him. He hesitated before allowing his transformation to flow over his form, taking note of the way Nero's face twitched before dropping his invisibility.

"You." Nero said, squeezing just a little tighter and if he had needed to breathe then Danny would've been in big trouble.

"Yes." He said, spending what little oxygen he had on that one word.

"Why have you been spying on me?" Danny said nothing, merely pointed to the claws that constricted his lungs.

"If I let you go, do you promise to stay here? Because if you don't I will hunt you down." The ghostly didn't doubt his words and so nodded, he felt the constriction around him disappear. He gave a big breath, he didn't naturally breathe in this form but it felt familiar to him, it was comforting to use his lungs to speak and communicate.

"I'll ask again, why are you spying on me?"

"I was curious." Danny admitted honestly, "What are you exactly?" he asked in return and the other teen hesitated for a second before saying.

"I'm of Sparda's bloodline."

"Huh?" was all the half ghost said in response. Nero looked surprised, who in the supernatural community didn't know of Sparda and his bloodline?

"Sparda…? The Traitor? The Legendary Dark Knight?"

"Batman?" was all Danny could manage with a slight grin. Nero huffed and got to his feet.

"What kind of ghost are you? You don't know of the demon Sparda?"

"Nope." Danny shrugged, he was pretty sure that Nero was just making things up to waste his time but there was a honest edge to the other teen's voice that couldn't be ignored. And then something clicked in his head.

"Wait, you just said that Sparda's a demon and you're of his bloodline… then…"

"I'm his grandson, a quarter devil, what are you, you're not your average, run of the mill kind of ghost, I can feel it in your aura."

"My aura?" the half ghost asked, hoping to dodge the question.

"Yes. Your presence, the feeling of your power, now don't avoid the question." Danny swore internally before deciding upon a modified truth.

"I was in an accident a couple years ago, now my powers are stronger and a little different. Is your arm always like that?" he asked rather bluntly, fascinated as the limb flared a little brighter then died down, following the emotions that crossed the air and Nero's face.

"It didn't always, I was attacked and injured, my demonic blood decided to assert itself to heal the wound."

"I… see…" Danny had started looking around the room, this conversation was fascinating but he needed time to process what he had found out.

"You're not going anywhere." Nero said, muttering under his breath after the statement, Danny felt a shift in the air and immediately dove for the ceiling, but not before Nero pricked his hand and a tiny drop of blood fell onto the floor. The half ghost slammed into the ceiling as though he weren't intangible and fell to the floor with a thud.

"What did you just do?!" he demanded angrily. Nero smirked and gestured around the room.

"It's called a ward, jeez you really are dumb for a ghost. Every demon and quite a few humans can cast wards. It keeps things you want in or out depending on the ward cast and the strength depends on your own power and sometimes a sacrifice. In this case, my blood. Which by the way, is one of the most powerful sealing or opening factors in the demonic realm so don't even think about escaping." Danny blinked, this was something that he wasn't expecting, he had a slight feeling that he was in way way over his head.

"So uh… what questions do you have?"

"How did you die? Or are you a manifestation?"

"I was electrocuted." Danny said shortly, it wasn't something that he liked to think about all that much, because in all reality he had died that day, but at the same time he hadn't. His human form was alive, his ghost side wasn't, he traversed the line between life and death on a daily basis and he did the best he could not to think about it most of the time.

"Why do you haunt the school?"

"Why…what?" the ghostly teen tilted an eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"Most sightings of you, in fact the vast majority, are at the high school, what is your attachment to that place? Did you die there?"

"No, I died at home!" Danny blurted before biting his lip, he wasn't ready for the bombardment of strange questions and it made him say something that he didn't mean to come out.

"You died at home? Then why do you haunt the school?" Nero repeated, looking a little confused.

A/N: Okay! I gotta fly but I hope that my own takes on things ie: wards and Danny's capacity to sense emotions are too big of stretches.

Till next time,

-Winged Element