As usual, my review replies:
WormmonABC: (Pisces growls when Wormmon tries to pat her and she tries to bite hand) Nobody bosses ME around....except for my mom and dad, of course. But...yes, there shall be ANGST. LOTS AND LOTS OF ANGST. But no machetes, please...(looks at Wormmon suspiciously)
Architect04: Oooh...purty cars! I like convertibles, you know. Nice, shiny convertibles.
Danny's girl: Thank you! I feel so loved-ed-ed.
(((((((-)))))))
It has been two weeks since Cassie's death, and a week since her funeral. It was a very private funeral; only Cassie's parents, Sam, Tucker, and Danny came.
Many tears were shed during the viewing, but they were only Cassie's parents' tears. Danny had cried himself dry the last week. And Sam and Tucker, though they didn't care about Cassie as much as Danny did, didn't cry either. They were just...numb. They just couldn't believe that she died.
After the funeral, while in school, Danny acted like nothing had happened. His grades didn't drop, he paid attention in class, and he was fairly social. But he only did this to cover up his true feelings. Inside, it felt like his werewolf blood and his ghost blood were fighting again. Inner turmoil, as some people would call it.
Something that kind of helped was the fact that more ghosts then ever had entered the human world from the Ghost-Portal. At least fighting ghosts kept his mind off Cassie, at least temporarily. The reason for this was that the ghosts in the portal could sense that Danny was distraught, which usually meant that he could easily be beaten.
Unfortunately for them, this wasn't the case. Danny fought with even more force then before. This was because, in this way, he could let out all of his anger and grief bit by bit, ghost by ghost. This helped, but he couldn't help but feel his heart getting heavier and heavier. He felt that he was sinking into a bottomless pit, with no means of escape.
(((((((-)))))))
'Vergessen Sie mich nie...Für komme mich...'
Danny was jolted awake. He had once again been given an unintelligible message from Cassie in his dreams. He shook his head and looked at the clock. He groaned. It was 2 o' clock in the morning.
"What are you trying to tell me?" Danny wondered aloud as he snuggled deeper under his blanket. "What is going on?"
Just then, to his deep displeasure, a whiff of blue smoke curled from his mouth. He cursed, but changed into his ghost-form. He phased down into the basement.
"Okay," he said, clearly annoyed. "Who are you and what do you want? I want to get this over with."
As if on cue, Skullker rose from behind one of the crates that littered the floor. Danny rolled his eyes, sighing deeply.
"What do you want, Skullker?" he asked.
"Word has it that you're grieving," he replied, smirking. "Over a dead girlfriend, I believe."
"I don't want to talk about it," Danny mumbled.
"Aw...the ghost-boy has a soft spot? How sweet..."
"I'm not in the mood, Skullker," he growled. "Now, let me kick your butt, so I can get on with my life."
"What makes you so sure that you'll defeat me this time?" Skullker asked, throwing a small, black box in front of him. Before he could dodge it, the little box opened, and trapped him in it. He didn't even struggle. He knew it wouldn't do anything.
"Wow," Skullker said, smiling evilly. "That was remarkably easy..." Just as he said, a warm breeze swept the cool basement room. A 'click' came from the box.
Something had pushed the button on the side, releasing Danny.
"WHAT?" Skullker bellowed as Danny floated up, grinning triumphantly. "But...how...?"
"Don't ask me. I have no idea. But you can contemplate the possibilities in here, though," Danny said, opening the Fenton Thermos. Skullker was sucked in. He laid the Thermos on the table. He floated back up into his room, exhausted.
As he changed back into his regular self, he wondered what could have released him. He didn't really think about it, though.
'Maybe it was the Cheese King (A/N – is that his name?)...or something...' he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
GERMAN TRANSLATION
Actually, my German is extremely horrible, so it is best if I explain it later. Anyway, you'll be able to know how Danny felt when he couldn't understand Cassie.
WormmonABC: (Pisces growls when Wormmon tries to pat her and she tries to bite hand) Nobody bosses ME around....except for my mom and dad, of course. But...yes, there shall be ANGST. LOTS AND LOTS OF ANGST. But no machetes, please...(looks at Wormmon suspiciously)
Architect04: Oooh...purty cars! I like convertibles, you know. Nice, shiny convertibles.
Danny's girl: Thank you! I feel so loved-ed-ed.
(((((((-)))))))
It has been two weeks since Cassie's death, and a week since her funeral. It was a very private funeral; only Cassie's parents, Sam, Tucker, and Danny came.
Many tears were shed during the viewing, but they were only Cassie's parents' tears. Danny had cried himself dry the last week. And Sam and Tucker, though they didn't care about Cassie as much as Danny did, didn't cry either. They were just...numb. They just couldn't believe that she died.
After the funeral, while in school, Danny acted like nothing had happened. His grades didn't drop, he paid attention in class, and he was fairly social. But he only did this to cover up his true feelings. Inside, it felt like his werewolf blood and his ghost blood were fighting again. Inner turmoil, as some people would call it.
Something that kind of helped was the fact that more ghosts then ever had entered the human world from the Ghost-Portal. At least fighting ghosts kept his mind off Cassie, at least temporarily. The reason for this was that the ghosts in the portal could sense that Danny was distraught, which usually meant that he could easily be beaten.
Unfortunately for them, this wasn't the case. Danny fought with even more force then before. This was because, in this way, he could let out all of his anger and grief bit by bit, ghost by ghost. This helped, but he couldn't help but feel his heart getting heavier and heavier. He felt that he was sinking into a bottomless pit, with no means of escape.
(((((((-)))))))
'Vergessen Sie mich nie...Für komme mich...'
Danny was jolted awake. He had once again been given an unintelligible message from Cassie in his dreams. He shook his head and looked at the clock. He groaned. It was 2 o' clock in the morning.
"What are you trying to tell me?" Danny wondered aloud as he snuggled deeper under his blanket. "What is going on?"
Just then, to his deep displeasure, a whiff of blue smoke curled from his mouth. He cursed, but changed into his ghost-form. He phased down into the basement.
"Okay," he said, clearly annoyed. "Who are you and what do you want? I want to get this over with."
As if on cue, Skullker rose from behind one of the crates that littered the floor. Danny rolled his eyes, sighing deeply.
"What do you want, Skullker?" he asked.
"Word has it that you're grieving," he replied, smirking. "Over a dead girlfriend, I believe."
"I don't want to talk about it," Danny mumbled.
"Aw...the ghost-boy has a soft spot? How sweet..."
"I'm not in the mood, Skullker," he growled. "Now, let me kick your butt, so I can get on with my life."
"What makes you so sure that you'll defeat me this time?" Skullker asked, throwing a small, black box in front of him. Before he could dodge it, the little box opened, and trapped him in it. He didn't even struggle. He knew it wouldn't do anything.
"Wow," Skullker said, smiling evilly. "That was remarkably easy..." Just as he said, a warm breeze swept the cool basement room. A 'click' came from the box.
Something had pushed the button on the side, releasing Danny.
"WHAT?" Skullker bellowed as Danny floated up, grinning triumphantly. "But...how...?"
"Don't ask me. I have no idea. But you can contemplate the possibilities in here, though," Danny said, opening the Fenton Thermos. Skullker was sucked in. He laid the Thermos on the table. He floated back up into his room, exhausted.
As he changed back into his regular self, he wondered what could have released him. He didn't really think about it, though.
'Maybe it was the Cheese King (A/N – is that his name?)...or something...' he thought as he drifted off to sleep.
GERMAN TRANSLATION
Actually, my German is extremely horrible, so it is best if I explain it later. Anyway, you'll be able to know how Danny felt when he couldn't understand Cassie.