Title: Glass Mirror
Author: Bunny Bubble
Rating: T
Pairing: Danny/Danny (you'll understand later)
Warning: this story contains yaoi so if you don't like, don't read. First DP fic so plz don't flame though constructive critisicm is good. I have no beta so pardon errors here and there.
Bunny (me): hello all iTz BuNnY (hugs) Aka Moonlight Dragon on myspace, but otherwise, I'm BUNNY BUBBLE! YAY ME!
XD
And I'm also insane. yes beki, you were rite. I did escape from the assylum. And Melly, beware, me stalk you…
Kiddin' ;)
Bunny: Summary n' disclaimer at chapter one. Hmm… I know I'm missing something…
Sam: BUNNY!
Bunny: remembers situation oh yea…
Sam: Let me make this clear, while Danny is over at your place, for one week only, do NOT, and I mean do NOT do something you will regret later on down the road of life. glares
Bunny: Oh, is that so? raised eyebrow but my dear, he will be staying at MY house, under MY rules, and MY conditions. Therefore, he is under MY control. Rawr you stay outta this
Sam: ooh, Jealous?
Bunny: Am not! To him, you're just his bffl, doesn't mean I dun stand a chance!
Sam: but you dunt
Bunny: ooh you are so goanna regret that
Sam: why… um….sorry?
Bunny: sorry's not good enuff… evil glint in eye
Sam: EEP!
Bunny: shoves Sam in a closet and locks the door MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Ah, and they always said I was the good influence D
Tucker: … YEA! LEVEL 35!
Everyone: …
Anyway, on with the story
Chapter 2: Dream Talking
Main PoVDanny sucked his fifth ghost of the day into his thermos. It seemed as if they just couldn't stop bothering him! Really, what did he ever do to deserve this? And it was just the beginning of lunch…
"Danny, why weren't you by the math classroom? You said you'd be there right before lunch," Sam went, sitting down at their usual table, mindlessly toying with her salad.
"Ghost, sorry," Danny replied, pushing around the mush that was school food. Something about the myestry meat smelled like cat food…
"Why didn't you tell us? We coulda helped, ya know. Just because we don't have powers like you doesn't mean- AW YEA! LEVEL 38! Go me, uh-huh, go me, go me!" Tucker went, one hand on his PDA and the other holding the spork (you know how school have the spoon-fork thingies, well this is a spork, what I call it) to eat every bit of meat in sight.
"It was quick anyway," Danny sighed, "All three of them were pretty weak…"
"Three of them?" Sam nearly choked on a tomato slice. "Danny, how could you go for all three at once? You could have been killed!"
" Like I said, they weren't hard at all," Danny shifted in his seat, finding the only interesting parts of his lunch to be the chocolate milk and corn muffin. "Here Tuck, I dun want it,"
"yay meat!" Tucker swallowed the whole tray in one bite (everything besides the tray) and went back to his game, muttering a "fanks" between chews.
"Yuck, Tucker. You KNOW how much I hate it when you swallow meat whole," Sam rolled her eyes and tried to focus on the greens on her plate.
"Well, that's because you're a ultro-recycle something vegetarian." Tucker simply stated, going back to his PDA.
"Argh…" Sam sighed, "Look out Danny, here comes Dash."
Danny didn't even have to glance before his feet weren't touching the ground, and he was a few feet in the air.
"Guess what Fenton! I got a D- on my Vocabulary test! You know what this means, don't you?" He yelled loud enough so that the people of Wisconson could also hear him.
(Vlad sneezed btw. ;;;)
"Yea, it means you're an idiot who only worries about his looks and cannot ace even the simplest test!" Danny retored, trying to squirm out of Dash's grip. Technically he could, but he was trying to make it look like Dash had him beat. What was one going to say if Danny Fenton, who nearly failed gym, got out of the grip of Dash Baxter of the football team? Preposterous.
"You had it coming," was all Danny heard before he was thrown all the way from the lunchroom to his locker. Oh, the irony.
Suddenly, his ghost sense went off, and at the worst possible time, too. It was a ghost that he'd seen before, but didn't remember the name of. It was kind of like what Skulker really looked like the blob but with large claws and a ragged cape over its glowing green body.
(A/N: think of the Grim Phantom Watch from Maple Story)
"I so do not have the time for this!" Danny groaned as he saw Dash a few feet away from him. Not good- he couldn't transform. While this ghost was easy, it wasn't easy enough so that he could beat as Danny Fenton.
"Hey, Fen-… AHHHH IS THAT A GHOST?" Dash jumped into a locker and locked himself in. (wow. Imagine that lol)
"Well, that works too," Danny said before looking around to see if anyone was watching. Nope, no one. He transformed into Danny Phantom and gave the ghost a pretty good beating before sucking it into the Fenton Thermos. Looking around, he saw that no one was in sight before turning back into Danny Fenton.
Geez, that was the sixth ghost today. Something must be wrong, or Danny was going crazy. He preferred the latter, no matter how strange it sounded. He glanced at the locker with Dash in it and yanked it open. "oi Dash, the ghost's gone,"
The football team player looked around nervously, before straightening himself and asking a casual "what happened?"
"um," Danny thought, looking around. None of the ghost alarms were activated, since they react slowly and normally about five minutes after a ghost is exposed. Their fight only lasted three. "Danny Phantom came and beat the ghost, then he dissapeared. Then I got you out of the locker, then you asked me what happened, so I said that danny phantom came and beat the ghost, then he dissapeared. Then, I got you our of the locker then you asked me what happened, so I said that danny phantom came and beat the ghost, then he dissapeared. Then, I got you our of the lockerthen you asked me what happened, so I said that danny phantom came and beat the ghost, then he dissapeared. Then, I got you our of the locker-"
"OKAY OKAY! IM NOT THAT STUPID YOU KNOW!" Dash glared, then noticed that there was a huge gash on the smaller boy's arm. "what happened to your arm?"
"Crashed into a dumpster, soup can scraped it," Danny rolled his eyes.
"Then why is your blood… ionno, kinda greenish?" He went bluntly, blinking a few times to make sure that it was green.
"shit," Danny went, then looked at his arm. Indeed, it had some specks of green, but hopefully no one else would notice. He ran to the washroom to try and wash some blood away, hoping that his ghost-part healed the cut quickly.
A confused Dash Baxter was left behind.
Danny's PoVDam this world… just because Mr Lancer's my homeroom teacher doesn't mean that he has to teach all my subjects.. argh. Stupid ghost drills anyway. Just because a ghost might.. ok cross that out. Just because a ghost will definitely attack the school does not mean that we should spend the whole day under observation under our homeroom teacher. Argh…
From now, till until ghost stop attacking the school never, will we be able to maintain regular class teachers, but now, this is impossible. I cannot live with Mr. Lancer bugging me every moment.
Hmm, since everyone's silently reading, I guess ill just take a nap. Mr. Lancer's not here anyway so it won't hurt to take a short nap.. 15 minutes tops. I really need it.
Danny's DreamThe warm sun shone upon a field of blooming flowers. Red, blue, purple, orange, green, yellow, and many colors shaded the field. It was a large field, and butterflies flew without a care in the world. Secretly, I wanted to be one of those butterflies, one free spirit without worries.
But that was not to be…. I think.
For, when the wind blew across the fields once again, all that it blew turned into ice. Cold, frozen ice, and the warm sunshine fields became an almost-barren tundra. What was happening? One flower remained. It was a single white rose, with a black stem.
I picked it up, its thorns pricking my fingers. I smelt it, and it was like mint chocolate with a hint of coconut. Morning dew shone on the petals of that flower, as I watched, transfixed. The flower changed to Danny Phantom.
"You-" I exclaimed, trying to say something, but the words were stuck down my throat. A large lump formed on my neck as I tried not to panic. Why is Phantom standing in front of me? Are there… are there two of us? I don't understand…
I stood, transfixed, as he smiled at me knowingly. His right arm snaked around my waist, pulling us closer. I did not know what to do, but for some unknown reason, I did not pull away. I closed my eyes and felt his embrace-
End of dream
(a/N: aww it was getting to the good part. Darn me again xD)
Main PoV"Danny, while I understand that the average high school student should have around eight hours of sleep, that required amount should be succeeded at home. Please do not let me catch you sleeping again, otherwise you will be joining me for detention on Saturday."
"huh…" Danny blinked, then noticed his classmates staring at him. Damn it, Mr. Lancer was back and perceived that he was asleep. "oh, okay," he added quickly, before opening his textbook to the correct
page.
Why was he having strange dreams about his ghost side? He was clueless… nevertheless, this had to be a coincidence…
"I swear if I get attacked by one more ghost I'm really goanna crack," Danny slammed his head on the kitchen table. Well, surprise. Two more ghosts had attacked Danny on the way home, making 8 the total count for that day.
"Need help?" Jazz offered, pouring some milk from the fridge as Danny sent a glare her way. Apparently, he still hadn't really forgiven her for sucking him into the Fenton Thermos three times, three nights in a row.
"No, I'm capable of getting myself stuck in a soup container…" Danny rolled his eyes and tried to focus on his advanced algebra homework. Seriously, he was barely passing and hated math with a passion, so why would any sane person place him in advanced algebra? No idea…
"Gee, it wasn't that bad," Jazz finished her milk in two quick gulps.
"Trust me, you wouldn't know," Danny broke the 17th pencil of the day.
"Danny, you shouldn't go about breaking pencils. Really, did you know for every pencil you break, you lose about 0.002 grams of its value?"
"Jazz… not helping."
"Oh… sorry"
"…"
"…"
"Anyway," Danny lifted his head up, eyes wide open as if just remembering something he should have remembered some time ago. "You know that course on dream development you took last semester?"
"Yea, what about it?" Jazz noted. It was never like her little brother to take interest in such a… well, a school-related activity.
"Can I see your notes and stuff?"
"Why?" Jazz sat down on the chair next to Danny, after pointing out that x was equal to the square root of 5.392, not 5.093. --
"Curious," Danny went, breaking the 15th pencil of the day.
"Danny… curiosity killed the cat, you know that right?" Jazz started sharpening the broken pencils with an electric sharpener. An eerie silence floated for a few minutes, the only noise being the sharpener in work.
"Yea… but I'm not exactly a cat, now am I?" he chuckled, finishing up his homework. "I'm a half ghost… Anyway, I've been having… a few related strange dreams lately, and I wondered what it meant." He bit his lower lip, wondering if it helped to tell Jazz about his problem. Last time he tried, she deemed that he was crazy, until she saw the ghost herself.
(the episode with YoungBlood, the lil kid cowboy thingy)
"Let's go to your room and talk about it," Jazz suggested, "Best if mom and dad don't hear us by accident. I'll get my books,"
"Thanks," he smiled, then bought his books upstairs.
"No prob, what are big sisters for?" Jazz smiled, making her way to the bookshelf where she kept 78.035 of her stuff.
Jazz's PoV
My little brother was crazy. There was no other way to put it. Either some kind of ghost was messing with his dreams, or he was insane. I don't know if I should give him the advice of sending him to the assylum that just opened down the street. Literally.
(lol Beki that's me )
"Um, Jazz? Hello?" Danny waved his hand before my face. "You probably think I'm crazy, don't you? That's what happened before with that ghost, but in the end I was still sane. So perhaps I'm not really crazy this time…"
"Hold on, I'm thinking," I said, trying to reassure him with no success. I flipped through my books and notes, for quite some time. I finally stopped at one. "Repeated Dreams," I read out loud to Danny, "Repeated Dreams are dreams that occur occasionally in one's dream, often alternating the ending of the dream before the dreamer wakes up, or having the same effect of the dream. Therefore, Repeated Dreams with the same setting, characters, and plot line, are trying to explain to the dreamer of a situation needed to be understood.. That help?"
"Not really," Danny glanced at the book titled Dream to the Future that I was reading from and translating some to my own words so that he would understand better. "See, they're all like, well…"
"Danny, you're talking like a girl," I stated simply.
"WHAT?"
";kidding."
"… anyway, Every dream that I have does something with me being in an open area, then one thing out of place. That one thing usually turns into my ghost half. That, I can handle with, if there are two of me's like in the Ghost Catcher. Maybe that dream means I can duplicate or something, but the really confusing part is when my ghost half… does something weird." Danny looked away, tring to avoid my gaze.
"And what is that weird thing that wakes you up every time?" I asked, searching chapter 6 of Identify Dream.
"Um," he stuttered. I could tell he was blushing, even though he was not really looking at me. I was thinking that Phantom probably took out an embarrasing photo of him, or maybe a pic of Sam… After all, they were meant to be together. Hmm… Sam Fenton, I've gotta get used to that name some time.
"Go on, I won't laugh," I looked into his eyes, and although I said that I would not laugh, he looked so delirious I was secretly laughing my ass off.
"Um, I think," he went, looking away from my gaze. Geez, one would think he was going through a love confession or soemthing. Hehe, glad I'm his sister and he's so not into me. "I…" he tried to say, I can tell that his voice was failing him.
"I think I'm…" Ha, this would be a PERFECT kodak moment, my little brother stumbling on his words and blushing. Hehe, it would be PERFECT blackmail! Sadly, all the avaliable cameras in my reach were no longer there- dad had used it for the specter reflector, since he needed the lenses. Seriously, he could have just bought some --.
Danny took a deep breath and looked as if he was about to faint. I couldn't help myself and I closed my eyes, hoping not to laugh. Oh, this was hilarious. I was just about to laugh when something he said made me gasp and act like a goldfish that found out its supper was fried lobster. (the poor goldfish…)
"Ithinkeitheri'mdeliriousori'minlovewithmyselfi'mnotsurehowit'spossibleimeanthere'sonlyoneofmebutstill…um..uh…yea, that's it." He went, then looked at my expression and repeated that slower. (He said "I think either I'm delirious or I'm in love with myself, I'm not sure how it's possible I mean there's only one of me but still..um..uh..yea, that's it")
"I do hope you're delirious, for your sake," I just looked at the floor and the books, trying to understand the concept I could not grasp. "What exactly happened?"
"well, most of the times in my dreams, Phantom juts hugs me or we hold hands," Danny said, gaining some sort of confidence. I think that he was glad to know that I didn't think he was crazy. Wrong.. I still believe he's dellusional. "but once… he… he kissed me."
"WHAT?" I went into some sort of shock. That just wasn't possible. ALL dreams had meaning, and maybe it WAS possible that Danny was in love with himself. Oh, my poor little brother must be feeling so confused.
"You think I'm hallucinating, right? Or, perhaps I'm rambling about something I didn't really experience. But it was true…" He said, looking at the ground once more.
"Well," I said, "I'm thinking," my voice was a little shakey, and I still didn't fully grasp the concept in which of I was speaking, but it would do to reassure him. "Perhaps Danny Phantom, your half ghost, is another part of you. Maybe when you went into the Fenton Portal, the electric shock sent a spirit into your body and it became Phantom. Then, he lent you his powers..? I sound totally insane… Or maybe there's two of you? Maybe you should ask him, after all mom and dad are going to a party with me tonight and you could go get the Ghost Catcher for answers. Last time you were totally laied back and he was strangely heroic with a bedsheet cape…but this time just concentrate on talking to him, okay? I know this sounds weird but…"
"It's okay Jazz, I understand. Thanks for your help," Danny placed a hand on my shoulder and hugged me. "By the way, shouldn't you be getting ready? It's 6, and the party is at 7. We all know how long girls take to get ready."
"Ohmigosh! My hair needs to be fixed right away!" I remebered, "Gotta run! Bye!"
"Bye," was all I heard before I dashed downstairs. The only thing that can come between a rushing girl and a party: her hair. XD
Bunny: yay me! XD So, please click the little button on the left corner and spare me a review plz and ty
Sam: noo don't do it still in the closet
Bunny: do it now…. evil glint in eye or else…
Tucker: LEVEL 40!
Bunny: dude… like you totally ruined the dramatic scene here.
Tucker: aw man, game over! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Bunny: Ah, dramatic scene, there we go.
Box Ghost: BEWARE! FOR I AM THE BOX GHOST, I-
Bunny and Sam: WHERE THE HELL DID YOU COME FROM!
Sam: what they said!
Box Ghost: BE-
bam
Well, it turns out that Danny came on the screen and sucked the Box Ghost into a thermos. Wait.. DANNY?
Bunny: GASP Danny! You're… early!
Danny: huh?