Snow Colored Lens

Summary: Always the one behind the lens, Danny didn't think the person he always had his eye on would notice him in return.
Pairing: Phantom x Fenton
Written: DanniFenton14, who wanted Phantom x Fenton

Danny hugged his arms around his body, blue eyes cautiously darting around the rundown section of town. Normally, he wouldn't dare to walk through this part of town, but he was taking the long way home, not wanting to risk passing by the crowd of popular teenagers and catching Dash's eye. The blond jock never needed a real reason to come after him and try to beat him up to within an inch of his life. Danny sighed at that fact. He tried to melt into shadows, hide within the crowd at school, but somehow, Dash always caught sight of him. As long as he was quick enough, Danny could escape him, but sometimes, when the rest of the football team joined in, he was doomed to suffer a terrible pounding. He rubbed at his side, wincing at the lingering bruise that still hadn't disappeared from the last time Dash decided to use him as a punching bag.

A noise caught his ear. Danny jogged down the street, skidding around the corner at the sounds of fighting. His side screamed at him for the burst of speed, but he ignored it when his gaze found the source of the noise. His eyes widened at the sight of the ghosts fighting each other.

"I am the Box Ghost!" the blue skinned ghost shouted with his arms raised over his head. Cardboard boxes and crates on the street rose into the air then flew at the second ghost.

"You really don't have to shout that every time," said the other ghost, looking bored by his opponent. His body turned transparent as the boxes and crates passed right through him.

Danny fumbled with his bag, digging around inside it until he retrieved his camera. Adjusting the lens, Danny lifted the camera to his eye, focusing it on the white haired ghost fighting against the Box Ghost, almost like he was playing with the other ghost. Click! Click! Click! Danny snapped as many pictures as possible, hoping they would turn out all right with the way the ghosts kept moving about so quickly. Before he knew it, his camera lowered as he paid more attention to watching the white haired ghost than actually capturing the fight on film. The ghost with glowing green eyes wasn't exactly some graceful swan flying through the sky. Danny winced when the ghost got thrown into the wall, through it actually, before shoot back out to fire a green ball of ectoplasm at the Box Ghost.

The fight ended quickly after that, the ghost quickly sucking the Box Ghost into a Thermos like object. With a sigh, the ghost lowered himself to the ground, white booted feet touching down as he tucked the Thermos behind him. His glowing green eyes glanced Danny's way, and the raven haired man almost squeaked out loud at being spotted. Danny glanced around, but there really wasn't anywhere to hide, or much point since the ghost already saw him. And was coming his way. Danny gulped nervously, holding the camera before him like some kind of shield.

"You turned up again," the ghost said, pausing before the man as a cocky grin slipped onto his face.

Danny glanced away with an awkward flutter inside him. "W-What do you mean again?" He could feel the blush rising to his cheeks at the nearness of the ghost. It seemed rather ridiculous to get this flustered over a ghost.

"You didn't think I wouldn't notice when you keep popping up every time I have a fight somewhere." The ghost poked at the camera in Danny's hands. "Always with that camera." His grin stretched a little wider. "Anything you want to confess?"

Danny couldn't even think of how to respond for a moment. Of course, he did have thoughts about the ghost beyond simply being a subject for his photography. But he certainly couldn't confess something like that to him! His face was darkening with a blush at the very idea of saying anything about those feelings. He managed to swallow the lump in his throat, and he thought for the briefest moment that the green eyes followed the bob of his Adam's apple.

"They," Danny winced at the crack in his voice, "pay good money at the paper if you bring in good pictures to use for stories. If they like some of the shots I've taken, I might be able to earn up enough money for a new character.

The ghost blinked, the smirk faltering. "Oh," there was almost disappointment in his voice, "and here I thought you just wanted pictures of me for yourself."

Danny didn't think his face could get any redder, almost certain that even his ears were red. "I do keep some," he admitted and immediately bowed his head, pressing his forehead against the camera. What an idiot he was saying something like that! And right to his hero, and ridiculously stupid crush, Phantom too!

"Oh, do you now?"

At the question, Danny lifted his head to blink at the curiosity in the ghost's voice. It didn't even register right away in his mind, too stunned by the feel of cool lips against his own. The camera was pressed between their bodies as Phantom's white gloved fingers threaded through raven locks, tilting Danny's face up a bit more. When the ghost pulled away, Danny couldn't even find his voice to respond to the kiss.

"I hope to you see again soon, my cute little photographer." With the cocky smirk back in place, Phantom leaped into the air and flew off into the night.

Danny stared after him, his fingers brushing over his lips. Did Phantom really just kiss him, stealing his very first kiss?

animevampLlover: I'm glad you liked the last one. =) Ghost Writer x Wulf? Sure, I can give that a try. =)

seantriana: Omg, it's you! O: Hi~ Glad you liked it! 8D