Title: Glass Mirror
Author: Bunny Bubble
Rating: T
Pairing: Danny/Danny
Warning: yaoi, slash, wutever you call it. I have NO BETA so srry if any mistakes.
Yay for reviewers ) Ty to Starsaa, gabriella phantom, kenna, and meowth168 for reviewing ch 3. mad hugs
Bunny: hello all again
Sam: Bunny, let me out!
Bunny: sticks tongue out nyah nyah
Sam: I'm warning you…
Bunny: innocently what? starts mixing stuff with cake mix and stuff to make the cake for Danny when he comes over
Sam: really loudly When you were ten years old, you went into a public swimming area because your parents said no computer games until you stayed in the pool for an hour. None of your friends were there, and the only people there were four year olds, six years older than you. When you stepped into that water, it was two feet. You tried HOPPING in the water and nearly drowned. To add to your misery, the four year olds were swimming happily in the deep end of over twelve feet deep. From that dat on, you have been deathly afraid of swimming pools.
Bunny: SHES MAKING THIS UP! HEY! Sam! How'd you know? I mean, READERS! SHE"S MAKING THIS STUFF UP! REAlly, every time I say I'm scared of a swimming pool, it's because I don't like water… yea! That's it, cuz I dun like water!
Sam: Or the time-
Bunny: SAMM!1
Sam: what?
Bunny: opens the closet door and puts duct tape on her mouth then kicks her back in again there we go
Sam: mmph ymmph emmpil
Bunny: Awww, they said I wasn't evil.
Sam: lmmpt mpph opptmmph
Bunny: Oh wells,
Tucker: Hey where's Sam?
Bunny: points to closet
Tucker: oh. Hey, how's the cake goin'?
Bunny: pretty well, here have a taste. gives Tucker some
Tucker: OMG this thing is good! Can you make me some pleasepleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?
Bunny: … no
Tucker: pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease?
Bunny:… no.
Tucker: pleasepleaseplease… if I persuade Danny that it's best to listen to you at your place, and that he should follow your instruction no matter what.
Bunny: hmm. Okay! evil glint in eye
Sam: wahhhh I like cake
Bunny: too bad muahahahaha
Sam: oh wutevs. Here's the stupid story.
Bunny: HEY! WHO GOT RID OF THE DUCT TAPE?
Chapter 4: Does someone find out?
Main PoV"It's two in the morning," Sam yawned, lying on the couch where they watched the movies of doom. "Don't you think we should get some sleep?"
"Yea, let's go to my room," Danny went, turning out the living room lights. yawn "Did you bring sleeping bags or something?"
"yep," both replied as Tucker got out a navy blue sleeping bag from his bookbag and Sam got a rather intimidating-looking gothic sleeping bag. Figures.
"K," Danny yawned again as they went into his room. Tucker rolled out his sleeping bag next to the lava lamp on Danny's dresser, and Sam took the spot near the window, almost parallel to the bed. Danny plopped down on the bed and said a brief "g'night" before he promptly fell asleep.
Danny's Dream(still main PoV)
(dang I love writng these things xD)
Danny Fenton was sitting on a little painted vermillion wooden bench. He looked up-petals danced about. Perhaps he was in some sort of field of flowers again? No, he was in some sort of park, with a narrow paved path in the middle. Above, trees were shedding their autum leaves, summer flowers gently landing upon the ground. Danny looked up- where was he?
This place wasn't amity park, or anywhere he recognized. In fact, it looked very much like a fantasy world, were dreams will never occur.
"Yea," he said softly to himself, "this will never happen." He was talking about the peaceful scenery of course, and the silent aurora of calmness and security, but he felt a new yet familiar presence besides him. His azure blue eyes grew wide and he turned to his left, daring to look into the emerald eyes… of Phantom.
"What will never happen?" Phantom asked with a smile, hinting something in his voice that Danny hadn't figured out.
"You… how can you…?" Danny's azure blue eyes grew wide with shock and recognition. "It's not possible. I'm… you." He glanced away, thinking that he must have been hallucinating.
"You're not hallucinating," Phantom remarked, "There are only one of you, only one of me," He leaned towards Danny, his hand stroking the boy's face. "Which makes this possible."
"Makes what-" Danny had no time to finish his speech. He was cut off, by a warm on his lips. His eyes widened as he realized what was happening. Every fiber of his body told him to back away, that this was wrong, that he had a crush on Paulina… but he enjoyed it. Phantom tasted like... oddly enough, Mint Chocolate with a hint of coconut. (a/N: mmmmm my fave xD)
Danny felt Phantom's hands wrapped around his neck, pulling them closer. He could-
End Dream
(A/N: awwwww it was just getting to the good part)
Still Main PoV (I like main PoV)
"Danny? Danny? Are you awake?"
Danny rubbed his eyes, glancing at the digital clock. Shit, it's Six-Twenty! I'm goanna be late for school! Shaking his head a few times, he felt something wet on his pillow... and hoped that no one would ever notice. Stumbling over his messy room's items, he grabbed his casual outfit and headed for the bathroom, not noticing that his friends were gawking at him.
"Hey Tuck?" Sam whispered, trying not to catch Danny's attention (for once).
"Yea?" He whispered back, fumbling around with his PDA.
"How long were you up?" Sam raised one eyebrow and grabbed her pocket mirror. She began to put on her goth cosmetics, applying the eyeliner very carefully.
"Since Five," Tucker yawned, "Three hours of sleep ain't enuff to get me awake through the day. I think I'll sleep off during class since we have two hours of silent reading.
"Then you saw-" Sam started.
"Yea," Tucker blinked. "Wait a sec, do ALL BOYS do that? Uhhh, did you ever see ME do that during sleepovers?"
"No, but I bet Danny should have a probably logical reason of why he was making out with his pillow while sleeping. Seriously, and I thought girls were-" Sam started to say, but Tucker cut her off.
"Okay, just do Not finish that sentence." Tucker put on his red cap and successfully downloaded a MMORPG called Illutia on his PDA. (Illutia's a real MMORPG its kewel and my ign is KawaiiItachi) "Sweet! This really works! W00t for Techno-geeks!"
"Yay…" Sam said sarcastically.
"And, I can save this game on my computer whenever I want, and carry it around in my PDA! W00t for MMORPGs! Yay!" Tucker was apprantly a very happy camper.
"Hey guys we're goanna be late," Danny came out of the bathroom. (I always dress in the bathroom for some strange reason. Oh wells) "You comin'?" He yawned, unaware that his two best friend's conversations had beena bout him.
"Yea," they both answered while Sam peered over Tucker's shoulder to watch Illutia. "Aww," she said, "The piggies are so cute!"
"Hnn, well they're about to become bacon! Die piggies, die!" Tucker yelled, clicking the buttons on his PDA franctically. "One lesson in life, Sam, is to never trust animals."
"You're only saying that cuz you're a carnivore! You-"
"Uh, guys? Let's go," Danny rolled his eyes. This was the typical everyday conversaiton between Sam and Tucker.
"It's six-thirty," Sam pointed out. "Fifteen minutes till school"
So, the three went down for a breakfast of pancakes, whipped cream, and syrup. Jazz offered to drive them to school, so they had five minutes to spare.
"You know what would really stink?" Danny muttered aimlessly. "For a ghost to pop up right now,"
"Yea," Sam and Tucker agreed, watching Jazz skip into her class. Typical Jazz.
"Beware! I am the box ghost!"
"Oh no," Danny rolled his eyes, "why does this stupid ghost keep getting out of the ghost zone?"
Lancer's PoVKeep getting out? That means that these kids have had encounters with the ghosts before, right? Chronicles of Narina! These kids are in constant danger! I, the wonderful Mr. Lancer, will keep them out of harm's way! idiotic heroic voice Dang, I really whish I got that job in Chicago.
I peer over the bushes and check my watch. Two minutes till class starts, and because of the damned ghost warnings, I have to spend the whole day with these kids. Argh… Nevertheless, I never withdraw from a stalking scene. And… I stalk again! Muahaha… darn it I really have got to stop watching movies.
"Danny, don't go ghost, there's too many people," I heard his friend, the young Sam Manson shout.
"Just suck him into your thermos," The excellent student, Tucker Foley, yelled. He was the brighest light bulb on my watch, but if he spent as much effort as Mr. Fenton, then perhaps his grades would improve. "It's only the box ghost!"
What the...? What box ghost? I peered over the bushes to see a glowing blue ghost that kind of looked like a badly dressed robber. It was a ghost, and ghosts are supposedly dangerous. I was just about to yell "watch out," but Danny used some sort of thermos to suck the ghost in. Hey, wait a minute, that thermos looked familiar…
I crouched down, glancing at my watch. Dang, I was a minute late for my class, but that would not stop me from stalking. I have mastered the art of stalking-ery! … that's not a word. Gee, and I'm supposed to be the english teacher here.
Laying low, I just obsereved my three students. There seemed to be something perculiar about that Fenton kid, I swear I saw his eyes flash green for a second. He must be getting a cold or something, because I saw his breath and for my cat's sake, it was 68 degrees Farenheit! Well, I don't have a cat, but everyone knows what I, the great Mr. Lancer who should have gotten the job in Chicago, means. Did I mention that I should have gotten that job in Chicago?
I sensed something was wrong on the boy's face. So laying low as is, I peeked from the edge of the building. It was a perfect view- neither of the three could see me but I could see them, and hear them with my eavesdropping equipment. Ooh, I like being suspicious. Makes me whish I had a job in Chicago. Did I mention that I should have taken the job in Chicago?
Main PoV
"What is it, Danny?" Sam whispered as she saw Danny's ghost sense.
"Not now," he moaned, "and I was just on time for school, too! Mr. Lancer's goanna murder me for being late,"
"Don't take that literally," Tucker rolled his eyes. "It's not the box ghost, and the coast is clear."
"Okay," Danny said, transforming into Danny Phantom.
"There you are!" A female's voice came from above as Danny took flight. "I've finally found you, dipstick, and you're goanna pay for what you did to my hair!"
"Wow Ember, very amusing," Phantom rolled his eyes. "What do you want now?"
"Didn't I just say so? Don't you ever listen, I said you're," Ember lifted her gutair and strung it hard, melody forming into fists as they came towards Danny. "Goanna," Danny dodged it with ease and shot a few ecto blasts, but Ember dodged those also. "PAY!" She yelled, zooming towards Danny so fast he didn't register her movement until it was too late. She had dug some sort of dagger into his shoulder, and it was instantly stained with his blood.
"This dagger ain't my style, kid." She tossed the item away, "but my mission's complete. Now your powers will go haywire for a few hours, and during those few hours, you will be vulnerable to ghost attack since you can't go intangible in ghost form until the poising wears off. The purpose of this was to let someone figure out you the halfa, dipstick."
"How'd someone as dumb as you come up with a plan like that?" Danny yelled, clutching his shoulder. He used his unharmed arm to shoot ectoblasts at ember, and one actually hit her. He pulled out the thermos and sucked her in.
"It was Johnny's idea!" was all he heard before Ember was stuck in the thermos.
"Brilliant," Danny rolled his eyes, changing back to himself, "why do I have a feeling Kitty dumped Johnny and now he's goanna blame me for letting loose his grasp on Jazz?"
"Cuz I did!" Kitty popped out of nowhere.
"OH GIVE ME A BREAK!" Danny yelled, using his ghostly wail by accident. He sucked her into the thermos. "Oh, I guess that's what Ember meant when my powers would be a bit unstable. Oh well, I'll just have to deal with it, like the first two months."
"Is your arm okay?" Sam asked, looking really worried.
"Yea, oh crap my blood's tinted green even after I change back." Danny sighed, glaring at his wound. "Anyone have a tissue or something?"
"Yea, here," Tucker gave him one and Danny began to wipe the excess blood as Sam sprayed the disinfectant. They learned that whenever Danny was around, it was safer to carry a first aid kit.
"Thanks," Danny glanced at his watch. "Shit, we're twenty minutes late. Mr. Lancer's goanna have my head for sure," he ran towards the school with Sam and Tucker, bursting through the heavy metal doors and running up the stairs.
"Whoa!" Danny suddenly fell through the stairs. "Dammit, I've really gotta get some control over here," he muttered, and rushed up the stairs as fast as he could. Good thing class was only on the second floor, too.
"Yea, we'll try to cover for you," Sam and Tucker said, following Danny, breathless. "Again," they whispered darkly.
"I said I was sorry, jeez," Danny rolled his eyes as his arm suddenly dissapeared. "Oops," he said sheepishly as it regained visibility.
"Yea, try not to do that a lot during class," Sam sighed, preparing to be verbally assaulted by Mr. Lancer.
But… as the trio entered the classroom, the students were there, chatting. Mr. Lancer was not present. Never, once, had Danny been into class without Mr. Lancer teaching.
Meanwhile,
Lancer's PoVPIRATES OF THE CARRIBEAN! I gagged, calm down, you. You were hallucinating. Yes, hallucinating. Danny Fenton is NOT a ghost, and Amity's Danny Phantom is NOT related. There have been NO recent ghost attacks and your students just tripped over the floor. Yes, that's a good hallucination.
But that thermos…
ARGH! I REALLY WHISH I GOT THAT JOB IN CHICAGO!
End Chapter
Bunny: So there we go, chapter 4!
Lancer: I REALLY WHISH I GOT THAT JOB IN CHICAGO!
Bunny: Uh, Mr. Lancer? Who invited you over at my house?
Lancer: I REALLY WHISH I GOT THAT JOB IN CHICAGO!
Sam: Don't bother, he's gone into a state of denial.
Lancer: I REALLY WHISH I GOT THAT JOB IN CHICAGO! I REALLY WHISH I GOT THAT JOB IN CH-
Bunny: out you go picks up Lancer and drops it into a janitor's bucket. Then, rolls him down a giant hill
Lancer: rolling away at 120 mph and increasing speed as he goes more downhill I REALLY WHISH I GOT THAT JOB IN CHIIIIIIIIICAAAAAAAGOOOOO!
Crash.
Bunny: returns to house ouch, that's gotta hurt.
Sam: yep. Now can you PLEASE let me out of here?
Bunny: by the way.. who removed the duct tape?
Sam: me.
Bunny: but… but I tied you up!
Sam: evil. I broke free and took the tape off. Dummy.
Bunny: argh…
Tucker: Hey Bunny, there's some celery sticks in your fridge.
Bunny: Oh yea, the ones I bought for Sam, but she's a lil busy right now.
Tucker: Well, where should I throw them out?
Sam: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Bunny: the closet's fine. We wouldn't want Samantha to starve, now would we? evil glint in eye
Sam: eh?
Tucker: I like the way you think matched evil glint
Bunny: Gimmie that celery. takes celery and mixes it with a bowl of meat-flavored tomato sauce
Tucker: No way, you KNOW Sam's an ultra-something vegitarian!
Bunny: Ah, they all said I was the angel, the harmless little girl. They never knew.. MUAHAHAHA SUFFER SAMANTHA!
Sam: First of all, stop calling me Samantha. Second of all, I like celery and if you throw it out, it'll be a waste. Third of all, CAN I PLEASE HAVE IT IM STARVING HERE!
Bunny: Here opens closet door then closes it immediately while putting a bowl there
Sam: opens the closet light Celery! And… BUNNY! WHY THE censored ARE THE CELERY DIPPED IN MEAT SAUCE?
Bunny: Tortue smirk
Sam: AHHH! BUNNY!
Bunny: We'll get back to you. Kindly click the little button on the bottom left on the screen that says submit review. Thanks mad hugs
Sam: bUNNY!