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.
Me give reviewers treats: gabriella phantom, Horselvr4vr123, and Chaos inducer! ME HUGS!
wow. i'm on the school's PC updating this chapter. yesh i have skool rite now and yesh it sux. .. so i hope u ppl out dere understand if i dun update 2 quik...
Bunny: hello readers, it's the one and onli… BUNNY BUBBLE ;D
Sam: wtf do you mean one and only? Bunny bubble is an attack from Digimon something…
Bunny; oh yea.. but I still like the name rawr.
Sam: whatever. Lame lame lame
Bunny: argh… anyway, the situation, is that I, the infamous Bunny Bubble of many stories and fanfiction, is sitting… at my kitchen table! Sitting across from me is Samant… uh, Sam Manson! In the closet is our favorite, loveable, huggable, adorable.. (rants).. Danny Fenton! ((crowd goes wild))
Danny: um.. thank you?
Bunny: xD And in the closet with Danny, is our featured guest, Chaos! Me hugz.. Chaos is going to be in the closet for some time to talk with Danny before taking Tucker and Hurinia, who are stuck in the attic, to the movies! Hurinia, who is obsessed with Tucker… is currently.. ((takes out binnoculars))
Sam:…
Bunny: hey, I can't see through anything!
Sam: ur an idiot.
Bunny: argh.. ((remembers)) oh yea! Srry readers, I almost forgot!
Sam: you did forget.. but what exactly did u forget/
Bunny: WHY SAM MANSON dislikes.. PINK!
Sam: no… ((gasp of horror, as eyes widen))
Bunny: When Sam was four years old, she went to preschool! There, she met two wonderful people called Tucker Foley and Danny Fenton!
Sam: noo don't say it!
Bunny: then, she saw another girl wearing all pink called Paulina Sanchez! Sam quickly became friends with Tucker and Danny, and she tried being friends with Paulina! However, Paulina was friends with Dash Baxter, who just moved into town!
Sam: NOOO don't say anything! Readers, don't listen to her! It's not truuuu
Bunny: Dash hated Danny, because at that time, Danny was cuter than him, and Paulina liked Danny! So, Dash beat up Danny. ((awwwww)) Paulina didn't like Danny anymore because he was always getting beat up by Dash whenever them two met, so Paulina started to call Danny, Tucker, and Sam losers!
Sam: DON'T SAY ANY MORE!
Bunny: Paulina said that she was nothing like Sam, being a little loser and all. To prove it, Paulina made a bet to Sam. If Paulina ever wore something that didn't have pink, she'd lose the bet and declare Sam and her friends superior. If Sam ever stopped wearing black somewhere, she'd claim to lose her individuality and Paulina would be endlessly better than her!
Sam: ITS NOT TRUE!
Bunny: Ever since then, Sam despised Paulina. All this hate and anger built up.. and Sam Manson.. turned Goth. IN CAPITAL LETTERS! GOTHZ RULE!
Sam: … whew. ((smiles))
Bunny: but that's not all.. there's a better reason Sam here doesn't like pink.
Sam: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
Btw, since Danny can now have mental conversaions, here's the convo outline:
Danny- /words/
Phantom- /words/
The same layout is for my DNAngel fic on hold..
Chapter 17: Conversations
Main PoVDanny Fenton yawned as the bright sunlight peeked around the gothic curtains of Sam Manson's basement. Apparently, he had falling asleep watching that movie, Beyond Truth. Tucker was sleeping next to him on the ruby-colored sofa, and Sam was sleeping on the soft cushioned floor, the remote still in her hand. The television was off, and Danny glanced upon the large grandfather clock on the opposite side of the large room. It struck six –thirty. Oh no, he was late for school!
Hold that thought..
It was Sunday, which meant one last day of freedom before school resumed once more.
/Finally up/ A voice said in his head. Alarmed, Danny sat up straight to see if anyone talked. Nope, no one. Sam and Tucker were sleeping peacefully in their akward positions, and the adult Mansons were on the early winter vacation.
Then, everything that happened yesterday night hit him like a bulldozer: the dreams, the conversations, the voices… Everything.
/huh? Phantom? Dat you/ Danny thought back, trying to prove that he was not officially insane.
/No, it's Vlad/ Phantom's voice went, suggesting a smirk. /Seriously Danny, are you really that stupid/
/hey/ Danny rolled his eyes, slowly pulling away the blanket that wrapped him. Sam must have covered them all with the blankets after they fell asleep, and Danny felt grateful since it was early December and the nights were chilly.
/So, what'cha goanna do today? Assuming that today is ghost-free, that is. Also assuming that your parents don't have an edition of that crazy halfa book by freak show and lydia./
/not much/ Danny noted /perhaps go to Nasty Burger again? Nah. Um, catch a movie? Nope. Go bowling? No. Go to some fancy resteraunt? Ugh.. sounds like a date./
/Heh, I think you'd better watch out and stuff. first of all, you'd better get home. Although I'm pretty sure Sam callled your parents to let them know and all, they might have some family-planning stuff. You know, family weekend blah blahs./
/oh, yea./ Danny blinked, going to shower. He turned on the faucet and let the hot water run over his shoulders. After about ten minutes, he finished washing and got dressed. It was strange how he always had some spare clothes over Sam and Tucker's house just in case he decided to stay the night. Walking back towards the basement, he saw Tucker stirr a bit, muttering "talking dinner! Ahh my chicken.. don't run! Me want food!" before incoherently going back to sleep.
Sam woke up in the few minutes of confusion that Danny was having about Tucker. Her starless night black hair was a little ruffled, being exposed to the floor, and her clothes a little rumpled. Sam was in her pajamas, black colored of course, although her hair was still up and in a mess.
"Oh, hey Danny," Sam yawned, "Whatdaya want for breakfast?"
"Um, pancakes would be nice," Danny said, scratching his head. He glanced up at the dim fancy lights illuminating the room. They were like crystals, every one of them, and they were beautiful. Those lights were always flashing with different reflections of the light every time Danny glanced up: sometimes red, sometimes purple, sometimes blue.
"Kay," Sam said, yawning. She trodded upstairs to her shower, muttering "if I'm not down in ten minutes, wake Tucker."
"Will do," Danny softly called back, not that anything would wake Tucker…
"NOOO! DON'T TAKE THE MEAT AWAY!" Tucker yelled all of a sudden, sitting upright. Blinking, he blushed as he realized that everything that happened to him a few hours ago was just a dream. Good thing no one saw him… or not. Danny was trying really hard not to laugh loudly.
"Uh…" Tucker started to say, then shook his head. "I'm going to shower," With that, he left for upstairs.
/Should I tell Tucker that Sam's using the shower he usually goes to/ Danny smirked, thinking to his counter part that he had just discovered he had yesterday.
/no/ Phantom replied, hinting a smirk in his voice. /Ah, I feel bad for Tucker already./
No sooner had Phantom thought that, did Danny hear the recognizable shriek of Sam's voice.
"PPPPPPPEEEEEERRRRRRVVVVVVEEEEEERRRRRRTTTTTT!" Sam's voice screamed, directing the statement at an unexpecting Tucker.
"SORRY I DIDN'T KNOW YOU WERE THERE!" Tucker yelled, as Danny heard the slam of the bathroom door.
"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW? DON'T YOU HEAR ANYTHING!" Sam yelled, her voice slightly muffled from the closed door, but it was clear to understand nevertheless.
"Uh.. I'll just use another shower," Tucker said bluntly, footsteps heading away from their voices as Danny just doubled over laughing.
/Sam's right. Tucker is a pervert. Did you know he spies on people/ Phantom asked, chuckling at the scenario.
/He does/ Danny grinned, sitting on the kitchen table where the trio usually sat for breakfast.
/Yup. Are everyone perverts these days or what? There's Tucker, Kwan, you-/
/Hey! What did I ever do/ Danny thought back, rolling his eyes.
/Tell me, how many times have you sneaked into the girl's locker rooms? Bathrooms? Changing rooms/
/Uh.. I NEVER DID ANY OF THAT/ Danny shot back.
((A/N: lol I thought of that episode with Deserie where Sam whished that Danny never met her and he was running from the girl's locker room))
/uh-huh.. and you still can't get yourself a girlfriend./ Phantom said/I wonder if you're gay../
/AM NOT! THERE'S A DIFFERENCE BETWEEN BEING GAY AND BI/ Danny rolled his eyes, effortlessly tired of the same accusation made by Tucker multiple times.
/not really/ Phantom suggested.
/Oh, shut it, you/ Danny sighed.
/Why should I/
/…/
/… exactly/
/shaddup./
"Here you go," Sam said. Danny blinked. Sitting in front of him was a large plate of pancakes covered in chocolate-honey syrup and butter; there were some strawberry flavoring on the top. Danny had been so busy talking to the other half of him, he even forgot that Sam was out of the shower and eating already.
Before Danny could even finish two pancakes, Tucker was already on his thirds. Figures.
"Uh, man, slow down- you're practically hoarding all that food…" Danny started to say, before Sam started stuffing pancakes into his mouth. "Mmmph… mpat mmmwaps 'at mphor?"
"Eat up, Danny," Sam explained, "I gotta go to babysitting service. Ever since I got an A+ on that stupid flower sack school project ((Tucker cringed and started to put down the cookie he was eating lol)), I've been nominated for this club thingy. I have to babysit to boost my community service grades up, yadayada. Anyway, I hafta leave the house so you two better hurry breakfast."
"I.. see." Danny and Tucker said at the same time, Danny nearly gagging as Sam stuffed more pancakes into his mouth as Tucker on his sixth plate.
In less than fifteen minutes, everyone was out of the Manson's Mansion. Sam was walking to her babysitting house' job, and Tucker said he had a lot of plans. Casually, Danny walked home, unsuspecting that anything could go wrong on that day. He was wrong.
"Hey Danny, welcome home!" Jack Fenton proudly beamed as he pulled his fourteen-year-old son into Fenton Works. "Look what your mother and I were working on! It's the Fenton Translator! Better than the Fenton Gabber, the Fenton Translator… translates ghosts and their speech, just like the Gabber, but this one has a lie detector and ghost finder built in! Wanna see how it works?"
"Um, no thanks dad," Danny said, sitting on the family couch in the living room where the Fentons usually spend their Sunday mornings talking about family plans for the day. Yes, even Jazz was there, although she was reading an intricate to understand book on the phsycology of natural human beings.
"Um, no thanks dad, Fear me!" The machiene went in its electronical voice.
"Hmmm, must be broke again… but it can't be broken! I've tested it millions of times!" Jack sighed, sitting down on the couch and wondering where Maddie hid the cookie jar this time.
"There there, Jack," Maddie Fenton joined her family on the sofa, a few close-by brochures in hand. "It's probably that ghost kid messing with our inventions again, because he's jealous that we have such wonderful inventions!"
"Hey, you're a genious!" Jack smiled happily, asking for a cookie as Maddie tossed him a chocolate-covered cookie with caramel in the middle.
"Well, at least that's what it said in this strange book I've found," Maddie shrugged, "Understanding something.."
"Understanding Halfas?" Danny gasped, almost fainting, ignoring the machiene that was repeating his very speech, with a rather annoying "fear me!" at the end of his phrase.
"Oh yea, that's it, sweetie! You must have gone to the library to look up something when you came across that book or something! I'm so proud of you, Danny, actually going to a library of your own free will!" Maddie hugged Danny until he was having breathing problems, then signaled her to let go.
"Um mom, you don't really.. believe anything that's in that book, do you?" Danny asked, wincing a little at the fact that his parents might be on to his case.
"Oh of course I do!" Maddie exclaimed, "Did you know the infamous ghost kid was really a half ghost? The poor kid… something shocked him and it killed half of him- he must have been really surprised and uncontrolably cautious. Well, at least now we know he's not evil.. but I still don't trust him all the way! Half ghost of not, he's still a ghost!"
"Uh… but why would he be messing with the inventions?" Danny asked, trying to zoom out on the strange and eerie voice of the Fenton Translator, mimicking his words with that dreaded "FEAR ME!" at the end.
"Because, dear," Maddie explained while laying out the brochures she was holding. "It said in that book, that ghosts have the alility to mess with ghost-related weapons and items,"
"Oh," Danny said.
"Oh, Fear me!" The Fenton Translator repeated.
"Jack, why don't you find out where the ghost is and ask the ghost why he or she is messing with our inventions and make them home in on Danny?" Maddie suggested, eyes darting between two brochures that really caught her attention.
"Good idea, sweetheart!" Jack stood up and turned the "on" button for the Fenton Translator. Why, o why, did he not instal this on button on the inside of the machiene? Danny thought bitterly to himself.
/Because… he's not as stupid as you/ Phantom said, halfway scaring Danny to death. Correction: three-quarters of scaring Danny to death.
/Aah, you startled meh…/ Danny just noticed Phantom was talking. /And what do you mean? I'm not stupid/
/yes you are, you have a grade C average! I mean, come on! How lame is that/
/Hey! Unlike you, I have a life, you know! Um.. no pun intended./
/… anyway, dad's goanna use that blasted machiene./
/my life, is totally over./
/Jazz was right. You DO talk like a girl../
/HEY/
"Ghost detected," The mechanical voice of the Fenton Translator anncounced as it snapped Danny out of his conversation with Phantom. He could see his mother slightly ignoring the machiene, still deciding on where they should spend their family time visiting, Jazz reading that blasted geek book of hers, and his father getting excited.
"We might catch a ghost today, Danny," Jack Fenton smiled in triumph, standing two inches right in front of Danny before asking. "Hey, can I have a cookie?"
"Argh, Jack, sometimes you're just hard to believe," Maddie rolled her eyes before throwing a cookie at her husband, who cought it in his mouth.
"Ghost two inches in front of you." The voice repeated, "you would have to be some kind of idiot to not notice the ghost right in front of you."
Jack moved two inches… and looked up. Why, he didn't see a ghost at all. Some furniture, Danny, the lights, and the walls! Nope, nothing. Unless… Jack nearly fainted at the realization. That couldn't be… could it? No… he refused to believe the facts. Wait… what was that? In the case of short term memory, Jack Fenton was very confused.
"Hey, dad, I think it's really broke," Danny said warily, sinking back into the sofa, hoping that the Fenton Translator did not have any hidden missles that shot at him during anonymous times or whatsoever.
"Hey, dad, I think it's really broke, fear me!" it repeated.
"aw, I guess so," Jack sighed, putting the machiene on the table. "Hey Maddie, you've decided where we're taking the kids to?"
"Yep!" Maddie jumped happily. "Let's go to the GHOST convention center! They're teaching a course on how to catch ghosts, and I've heard they've built a small amusement park or somewhat that I'm sure the kids will enjoy!"
"Um, mom? Where's this ghost convention center?" Danny asked, before the Fenton Translator repeated the same thing as Jack Fenton shut off the machiene.
"Not ghost," Maddie explained, "GHOST. Ghost Hunters Organization at Saint Tarrows. Saint Tarrows is a beautiful place where I've been to a few times, just a few blocks away from the Amity Park mall, you know, the one you usually go to. It's a rather peaceful area with a wonderful scenery, and we can always learn something new about ghost hunting. Who's up for it?"
"I AM!" Both Jack and Maddie shouted happily, holding hands as Jack shouted "To the Fenton family ghost assault vehicle!" at the same moment Maddie shouted "to the Fenton RV!"
"This is going to be a looong day," Danny sighed, following them as Jazz grabbed a few books to read on the car ride there.
End ChapterBunny: yea this was kinda a filler chapter but oh well. ;) All you need to know, that once upon a time, there was a girl called Sam Manson who had a favorite pink dress when she was 4. Her parents were away and she decided to wash her dress by herself. However, she didn't know how and the dress' color went all over her arms and hands. For two weeks, she was stuck with the color on her, so that was when pink became the color of evil,
Sam: oh hi readers, i… (scrolls up and reads) WHAT! NOOOOOOOOO BUNNY… I mean, it's not true!
Bunny: of course its not ((sarcasm))
Chaos: I like pie.
Danny: me too.
Bunny: oO that was completely random.
Tucker (yelling from the attic): You know what else is random? The capacity of a square cube depends on its volume!
Hurinia: um… I like the color blue?
Bunny: LETS ALL SAY SOMETHING RANDOM!
Tucker: YAY! ME FIRST! Um…
Sam: ((rolls eyes)) argh I hate my life.
Bunny: I said something Random, Sam. Also, Tucker's first.
Tucker: I smell orange potatoes.
Bunny: yay! Hurinia's next!
Hurinia: uhms.. Tucker's hat has been washed exactly 104 times.
Tucker:… have you been stalking me?
Hurinia: … ((looks away)) daa de daum
Sam: Ice cubes.
Danny: oh! Um… whipped cream!
Chaos: television…
Bunny: SOCKS!
Sam: wTF?
Bunny: sOCKS! They're random, right?
Sam: everyone, please review or the Queen of Insanity shalt p3wn you all….. to insanity! …
Bunny: dat's me :D