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.
Disclaimer and Summary: First chap. Dun own DP. I own the Elite Eight, Crescent, Dawn, the plot, and other characters unseen in the series. If I did own DP reporters will be at my door for putting yaoi on TV in a kids show.
Special thanks to reviewers for ch 9: gabriella phantom, Chaos inducer, fan-girls2.0, Starsaa, Narugirl94, Meowth168, and Kenna (btw i'm two hours late on updating cuz today is saturday and i slept inx))
Bunny: hello again!
Sam: Hi! Stupid Bunny has me in this closet for 10 chapters now! Ionno how long she'll keep it up but I'm so pissed…
Tucker: Hi! I'm Tucker Foley! Say, will-
Bunny: TUCKER! NO HITTING ON THE READERS!
Tucker: awwwww…
Bunny: Let's just sit back and watch the crazed up fruit loop play with his new pet cat.
Cat: meow.
Bunny: I think she needs a name.
Cat: meow. Purrrrr
Vlad: ARGH! I hate cats! They're so fluffy and itchy and they cough up hairballs! They scratch furniture and cat food smells bad! The only thing that might be good about a cat is its exotic shade in eye color!
Cat: meow.
Vlad: and it's cuddly whiskers..
Cat: meow.
Vlad: and its paws…
Cat: meow.
Vlad: ((chibi vladdie D hugs Cat))AWWWWW! KITTY IS SO FLUFFY AND CUTE! I wanna take it home, and brush it, and feed it, and name it! It's so cuddly! ((keeps on rambling about cats and pays no attention to what anyone else is saying))
Cat: meowwww
Bunny: Pppst, Cat, how did you manage to hypnotize Vlad?
Cat: ((whispers)) heh, the fruit loop didn't stand a chance. My little secret, and now I must be gone. ((the cat goes POOF and Vlad suddenly returns to normal))
Vlad: eh? Why am I covered in CAT Fur? Oh well, I've got the goo. Bye,
((he flies out))
Bunny: hehe, MUAHAHAHAHAHAHA I've got a surprise for Vlad.
Tucker: what is it?
Bunny: this. ((pulls a "annoy Vlad" lever))
Chapter 10: truth, movies, stalking, answer
Main PoV
"Where or how did Danny Phantom die?"
"Um," Tucker went, "I have not the slightest idea!"
"Me neither," Sam nodded.
"I suggest you tell the truth or I'll talk to your parents about lying to adults. I doubt that they will be pleased." Maddie narrowed her eyes. Before either teen could react, she said "lie detector."
"Fine, but this is the last question I'm answering," Sam rolled her eyes, cutting Tucker off who was about to make some stupid remark. "You asked where or how did Danny Phantom die. I'm only going to tell you the how. He was shock by a large amount of ectoplasmic energy, enough to kill him. After the shock, there was Danny Phantom. There, all done Ms. Fenton."
"Well, the lie detector isn't acting up," Maddie went, "but if that's the truth I still need to know where… I'll ask you later." After that, Jack and her went back to Fentonworks.
"Does she suspect Danny of being Phantom?" Sam asked Tucker, "because the questions she were asking were surely not out of consequental curiosity."
"I think so," Tucker went, "but if she finds out, what's the worst that she could do?"
"Dissect him?" Sam suggested.
"Ugh, bad imagery," Tucker doubled over, clutching his head. "They're his parents! Do you really think that they'd do something as.. ick as that?"
"Bad imagery? You have no idea," Sam rolled her eyes, "anyway, my parents surely would but whatever. Danny's most likely asleep from talking to everyone, and it's only 5 pm so let's go… somewhere?"
"Nasty Burger?" Tucker suggested, "I heard they've got a new all-meat burger."
"Ew," Sam cringed at the idea of meat. "Let's go to my house and watch a movie or something."
"Eh, okay, but you're ordering pizza," Tucker shrugged. "Do you think Danny will be jealous that his two best friends are spending time together without him?"
"You make it sound like it's a date," Sam rolled her eyes and whacked Tucker's hat.
"What? Everyone's already paired up for the Yule Ball!" Tucker whined. "As far as I know, Kwan's going with Star, Dash's going with Kelly, Erik's going with Malissa, Josh is going with Valerie, Mikey's going with Luna, S-"
"Done yet?" Sam yawned, "Danny's not going with anyone. Besides, how do you know who's going with who? I thought it was a masquerade."
"It is, I have ways of finding out," Tucker rolled his eyes, "And I'm going with my baby!" He held up his PDA, hugging it tightly, "I'm going to take special care of you!"
"Oh yuck, techno-geek bonding," Sam stuck her tongue out and pulled Tucker to her house. As far as she was concerned, her grandmother let anyone into the house at any time, so there would be no problem with Tucker going in.
"I heard that!" Tucker yelled.
"I said it out loud." Sam sighed, taking out her keys which were decorated with gothic crosses and little bats. She unlocked the door and let tucker and herself in while going for the phone. Even though it was early for pizza, they had planned on sleeping early and watching movies in the waking morning.
"Hello?" Sam dialed the number on her home phone. She had a cell phone, but it was out of minutes. "Yes, Sam Manson, yes it's me, no thank you, yes, yes, I'd like three large pepperoni pizzas, one small mushroom pizza, the new veggie breadsticks, two medium pork pizzas, and two extra large iced milkshakes. Yes please, one extra large popcorn with extra butter, thanks."
"Wow, that's a lot of food," Tucker blinked.
"That's a lot?" Sam blinked, "for you, you mean. I'm only eating the mushroom pizza and the breadsticks and drinking the milkshakes. I've still gotta order my main course from the other resteraunts."
"And how do you stay so slim?" Tucker said, plopping down on the large and comfy sofa which sat in front of the large, wide screen television.
"Helping with ghost hunting comes in the package," Sam pulled out the phone book, "Hello? Yes, Sam Manson. No, not the usual. I'll have a medium salad with extra Italian dressing, a small tofu burger with mild peppers, ah, yes. The eggplant one with the spices, yes, and for a drink, I'll order an extra large fruit shake. My friend will have the BBQ chicken wings, the friend chicken wings, the roast chicken- yes the sliced kind. Um… hold on."
"Tucker! What kind of sauce would you like?" Sam yelled, holding the phone a few feet away.
"Spicy," Tucker yelled back, poking and prodding through Sam's movies.
"Spicy," Sam spoke in the phone again, "he'll also have the steak special, yes, with seasoning, no, no, it's the beef patties. Sure, two medium nasty burgers-the regular kind, pork lo mein, uh, I'll take four. Sure, okay. That sounds great, with the duck sauce and two medium drinks. Sprite's fine. Thanks,"
"Sam, you done?" Tucker asked, grabbing the remote and lying back on the sofa.
"Yea," she said. "I just-"
"ding dong"
"And here they are!" Sam grabbed some money from the counter and opened the door. All the foods she just ordered, including the pizza, were bought to her house.
"Thanks," she smiled, and handed the delivery boy a twenty while closing the door, trying to ignore the kid's "WHOHOO IM RICH" yells from outside.
"Wow, you ordered a lot," Tucker chuckled, grabbing a nasty burger. "By the way, how come none of your movies have labels on what titles they are?"
"Oh, I took them all off and over half the movies don't have labels anyway, so it's random pick! Just like Danny's house and I haven't watch close to a percentage of these movies before."
"Imagine that the movies we end up seeing turn out to be as wrong as the ones at Danny's house. I mean, how do your parents let you get away with watch that stuff?" Tucker pondered out loud, drinking his Sprite.
"Ionno, but my parents don't care. And just because I like saying it, I'll say it again. MY PARENTS DON'T CARE! W00t!" Sam smiled, leaning back against the sofa and sipping on her fruit shake.
"Meh, I'll just pick a random DVD," Tucker closed his eyes and got one. He slipped the disc into the DVD player and sat back, enjoying his second nasty burger.
"Turn the volume up," Sam went, taking a bite out of her mushroom pizza. "You have the remote,"
"Oh yea," Tucker grinned sheepishly. "There,"
"Omigosh, I know this movie," Sam's eyes widened as she watched the screen. "I've never actually watched it, but.."
"Don't tell me." Tucker groaned, nearly dumping his frozen chocolate milkshake all over him, "please don't tell me."
"Yep," Sam sighed. "It's goanna be a looong night."
Lancer's PoVI, the great Mr. Lancer, have developed a hobby for spying on my students. It just happens that two of my favorite "prey" are in the same place, so I have decided to stalk Sam Manson and Tucker Foley. Why, you ask, do I not spy on Mr. Fenton anymore? Well…
FlashbackI climbed onto the ladder. It was really tall, and I knew that if I fell I have a good 90 chance of breaking a bone. However, I had chosen spying as a hobby and as the kids say, "stick with it."
I must admit, the hospital had a lousy security system on the outside, so I slowly went up the ladder. I was scared out of my wits, but I just had to complete my mission. And what was my mission? To stalk and spy. Argh, I hate it when I use my theories against myself.
Daniel Fenton was staying in the hospital on the fourth floor of the hospital. That meant if I fell down, I'd be falling about 60 feet- yikes! Don't look down, I tell myself. Don't look down. Contrary to what I tell myself, I look down. Only to see how high up I was. I wasn't scared of heights.. but this WAS scary. Closing my eyes, I grabbed the next step on the ladder.
Big mistake.
I had grabbed the emergency fire alarm that was near the third floor, seeing that my senses were going haywire somewhat. The alarm went throughout the whole hospital and in an instant, the firemen came. I tried to get down, but my ladder fell, so I was dangling from the fire alarm's handle. Oh dangit, I was in for it now. Spying and stalking wasn't really a profession I should be proud of…
End flashback
Well, it took two hours for me to get down. cough cough Err, the firemen came with a giant ladder to get me down and the police bought me for questioning…
So that is why I've decided to move onto new targets! The best friends, Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. I watch them with my binoculars. Good thing that they were in the basement and I didn't have to break my back or something. I'll bet that if I got that job in Chicago, none of these would be happening.
Dang, these kids sure eat a lot. Foley is eating his second whole large pepperoni pizza and Manson is finishing up her salad. By the looks of it, they seem to be watching some movie. I do hope it's nothing like the movies that they were watching at Mr. Fenton's household. ((shudder)) Ugh, those gave me nightmares.
I peeked at the screen… CHICKEN LITTLE! THE SKY IS REALLY FALLING! No wait, never mind that was just me rambling about rambling. You know, as the kids say, talking about "stuff." Or, as we adults say, "one who is talking for no specific reason whatsoever." I cannot believe that kids the age of fourteen would watch a movie that was so… graphiclly disturbing.
I think I'm getting a headache from all this spying. Perhaps an ice cream cone would do me some good. What the $? I sound like a little kid. I really whish I had that job in chicago.
((the next day))
Jazz's PoV
I heard the slight noises of birds and sunlight crashed down upon my eyelids, making my vision blurr a light orange-red for a moment before I realized that I had fallen asleep in the library. Oh well, this wouldn't be the first time either. I do hope my parents aren't worried..
I take out my electric blue-covered celluar phone as I dial my home phone number. It took three rings to hear my mother in a rather not-so-sleepy voice.
"Fentonworks, Maddie Fenton speaking, how may I help you?" came the usual statement.
"Mom, it's Jazz," I rolled my eyes, remembering to whisper at the library.
"JAZZ! Where are you?" Mom's voice sounded worried.
"I fell asleep at the library, uh, trying to find a good thesis sentence for my paper on the growth and development of the Venus-flytrap plant." I quickly came up a scenario for the real reason I was here.
"Oh, sweetie you know that your father and I appreciate how hard you work to achieve those such good grades of yours," Mom sounded relived. That was a good thing. "Danny's being released from the hospital in four hours, make sure you're there."
"I promise," I rolled my eyes. Of course I was going to be there.
"Alright, remember to whisper in the library and tell me if you finally find a boyfriend! Bye, sweetie!"
Before I had the chance to yell "MOM!" really loudly on my celluar phone, she had hung up. Gritting my teeth and rolling my eyes at the absurd idea of being in a relatoinship before going off to college.
I was at the library for one reason, and one reason only. To help my little brother, and I think I may have gotten some interesting sources. Hanging from my chair was my robin's egg blue-colored bag, and it held 26 books of what may be the answer to Danny's problem.Well, I don't think it's really a problem, I think it's more of a strange dilema from the outer regoins of Kyorpit, which is a area first discovered by Mark E Loiurson in the 300 AD. The island of Kyorpit has a tropical area with an average temperature of- I'm rambling, aren't I?
((crickets chirp))
That's a yes.
I sighed, standing up and going over to the non-fiction section which haven't produced any good results yet. Hanging my head in defeat, I finally admit that perhaps browsing the fiction section would be of good use.
Who knew that dreams and some theories counted as fiction? I thought to myself as I was astounded by the number of nonfiction related subjects hanging in the fiction section. Most of these books are reliable sources of information!
I scanned the section labeled "Dreams." It was no use, for I had read and reread all the books that were in the section. I knew that Danny's dreams were telling him something, and that those dreams weren't really dreams, but rather his unconcious state of his mind. It's incredibly difficult to explain, but… my eyes wandered to some sheves on the corner. It was labeled "Endangered Species."
I felt a strange sensation come over me when it hit me. Full impact. I nearly fell down as I staggered against the wall. There was only one logical explanation for all of Danny's dream-related sequences. And that, was in the book staring in front of my face, titled "Understanding Halfas."
End Chapter
Bunny: and dats thee end of dat.
Sam: ooh, what's Jazz up to?
Tucker: ((blinks)) now that would be ruining the next chapter.
Bunny: ((nodds)) yosh. Besides, I feel content knowing a certain billionare is going to enjoy his "welcome home" surprise.
Sam: what surprise?
Bunny: Oh, nothing much. I just wrote on a piece of paper that I whished Vlad was the owner of 40 kittens.
Tucker and Sam: WHATTTTTTTTT
((Meanwhile, in Wisconson, a certain billionare screamed like the evil piece of cheese he was xD))
Bunny: ((smirks)) yea, it's my specialty.
Tucker: you're evil.
Sam: tell me about it. ((rolls eyes))
Bunny: oh yea, I almost forgot! I need to fix some stupid lace on the back of my skirt. Sam, can you-
Sam: hello, evil one? I'm stuck in the closet, remember?
Bunny: oh yeah.
Tucker: I'll do it. ((evil smirk))
Bunny: uhh, no way. I'll risk Sam being out of the closet. ((gulps))
Sam: ((crosses fingers))
Bunny: ((let's Sam out of the closet, sighing)) aye, it's for the best. I'd rather have Sam fix the lace on my skirt than that pervert.
Sam: IM FREE ((happy face, while fixing the back of Bunny's skirt.)) wow. Talk about dressing goth. You look more "I'm against the world" than me.
Bunny: yup, but now the closet's empty. Wahh, someone has to be in the closet otherwise, Kitty will raid it again.
Sam: nuh-uh, girl. Don't look at me! I was just out of the closet! Though I must add, it was quite comfy and designed to look like a room in a modeling agency.
Tucker: DON'T SAY MODELING AGENCY! ((cringes))
Sam: what's with him?
Bunny: ((whispers)) When you say "hospital," he immediately thinks of a modeling agency, and when you say "modeling agency," he immediately thinks of a hospital.
Sam: oh…
Bunny: Tucker?
Tucker: ya?
Bunny: do you have anything better to do?
Tucker: no..
Bunny: then that's PERFECT! ((picks up Tucker and throws him in the closet before locking it up))
Tucker: TRAITOR! I THOUGHT WE WERE THE ANTI-SAM CLUB! TRAITORRRRR
Bunny: D MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA ((cough cough)) what do you mean? I'm an angel ((cough cough)) MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
Sam: ((rolls eyes)) anyway, I'm starved can I have a brownie?
Bunny: sure x)
Sam: ((munches)) mmm this is good.
Bunny: again, review or end up like Tucker. D
PS: poor Tucker n-n