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: Chaos inducer, gabriella phantom, fan-girls2.0, and Horselvr4evr123 HUGZ
note: since sept 5 (NYC's first day of skool and the beginning of my official skool yr since now i go to "prep skool," to prepare for the actual skool and yes, i get tutored although i have a 97 average. T-T) i will have a BUSY scedule and if u dun believe me here's my schedule:
4 am: wake up and get ready for skool. catch 4:15 train, take ferry, take subway, take bus, take subway
8 am: skool up to 3 pm
3 pm: go home (i get home at roughtly 7 pm)
7 pm: eat dinner (15 mins) then do hw.
11 pm: finish homework (roughly that time)
and spend 15 mins on fanfiction now you all know 15 mins isn't enuff time to type a chapter, at least one of my 15 paged chapters.. so plz bear with me if i dun update daily. thanks. Ever so Insane, Bunny Bubble.
Bunny: hi all!
Sam: GET ME OUTTA THIS STUPID CUPBOARD!
Bunny: oh yea, the door. ((opens door)) omg…
Dash: hi, loser.
Bunny: wHO INVITED YOU!
Dash: … me, you Fen-toad wannabe.
Bunny: Why you… ((puts Dash in a wheelbarrow and rolls him down an anonymous hill))
Dash: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHh! YOU'LL PAYYY FOR THISSSS!
Crash.
Sam: ow. That's gotta hurt.
Bunny: ditto.
Beep Beep… Daa da dee daum dee daaaa dae daum daa dee da daa de daum… dadaa dee daum daumdaum dae daaa addd daaa (I keep thinking of the Numa Numa song every time I read this for some strange reason)
Everyone: …
Chaos: Uhh, that's my cell..it's Hurinia………. ((picks up)) hello?
Hurinia: HI CHAOS!
Chaos: what do you want?
Hurinia: Tucker wants you to pick us up from the movies! We'd take the bus, but our metrocard ran out!
Chaos: argh… fine I'll be there in ten minutes.
Hurinia: bYEZ!
Chaos: why me? ((tear tear))
Bunny: it's not that bad…
Chaos: … argh ((jumps out of closet and fixes clothes, then grabs car keys lying on the counter and goes to pick Tucker and Hurinia up.))
Sam: Bunny?
Bunny: yea?
Sam: Chaos is onli fourteen. She can't drive…
Bunny: neither can I and I have a car..
Sam: Chaos doesn't have a car. Or car keys…
Bunny: that means.. OMG CHAOS YOU CAR THEIF!
Chapter 19: GHOST
/words/ -Danny
/words/- Phantom
Main PoV:
Danny looked up. To be honest, Saint Tarrows was a nice place. Even though it was winter, the grass looked as if it grew in a greenhouse and there were occupied bird baths around every corner. It was a fairly nice day… the sun was shinning but white, puffy, clouds covered most of its rays. The sky was an azure blue, nearly the same shade as Danny's eyes. The lush green grass was filled with life, and nothing could get any worse. Uh… srry that's just my opinion. I hate "happy days.." emo rulez.. ANYWAY
"So Danny, what do you think of this place so far?" Maddie Fenton asked her youngest child as she locked up the Fenton RV and led her family towards a large building. It was made of a mixture between brick and marble, oval in shape, as well as a bit cylindrical. There were about five or six floors from the looks of it, and it was about as wide as three apartments lying across. Basically, the whole building was a giant egg, sort of like that Dumpty Humpty concert egg, except lying on its side and much larger. It was a light hue of green in color, with some odd-looking windows and small sculptures running along the sides. The doors were electronic, as if in some hotel, the spinning kind that Danny liked to go around for hours when he was little.
"It's pretty nice," Danny answered, finally inside the large building. "wow, this place is big!" Indeed it was. The walls were painted a eggshell-beige, with paintings of ghosts. There were large palm trees on every corner, fanning their exotic leaves for at least half a meter. Sofas were placed almost everywhere, ranging from comfortable family couches to small wooden stools. The lights were none too fancy, but pretty eloquent nevertheless, and the floor was mainly ruby-colored carpeted, except for a trail of tiles leading to a huge front desk. Overall, the place looked like a vast hotel. ((srry I'm obsessed with hotels and airplanes ever since I went to Japan xD))
The large grandfather clock by the main front desk chimmed nine o' clock. Jazz busied herself in inspecting the place as Jack and Maddie Fenton looked around, asking people if they were fellow ghost hunters, like themselves. Danny found interest in a small poster near one of the many palm trees residing in the area. It was a blue poster, with fancy yellow lettering, that read: Ghost Trouble? Ghosts losing your job, lowering your school grades, killing your social status, preventing your life? Help is here! Just come to the alleyway between 3059 Blooming Lane and Lipika's Dentals on December fifth, and I'll help you out. –Alisha Castro, 15.
There was three interesting things about the poster: one, it was the irony that really caught Danny's attention.Yes, he had ghost trouble. Ghosts were the cause of loss for Valeries' dad's job at Axion Labs, ghosts were loweing his school grads, ghosts killed Val's social status, and ghosts prevented Danny from really "living" his life in enjoyment. Two, this Alisha Castro person was just barely one year older than him, and already seemed like an expert on ghosts and ghost hunting. Three, the Castros were well known for the GASC(Giving Animals a Second Chance) organization, which funded almost every animal shelter in Amity Park. So, why would someone be interested in ghosts, out of all things?
/Phantom, give me a mental note to go to this thing later/ Danny said mentally.
/Oh, so now I'm keeping your schedule/ the ever so familiar voice said in Danny's mind. /mental note: go to alleyway between 3059 Blooming Lane and Lipika's Dentals on Tuesday after school. Press ok to confirm, press "delete" to cancel./
/I was right/ Danny smirked/You do make a good scheduler. Anyway, what do you suppose Tucker's up to? He rather seemed to be in a hurry to leave.
/Let's just say, I'll spare you innocent/ was all Phantom said before retreating Danny to his own thoughts.
Tucker's PoVI, Tucker Foley, AM NOT A PERVERT! Yeesh, what's wrong with all you people? Just because I like to spy on people doesn't make me a pervert! Yes it does a nagging voice said at the back of my mind. Wait. No it doesn't! You just don't want to face the facts that little nagging voice repeated. What facts? There's no facts! I just like to spy on people, so chill with that why don't you?
Well… having a mental conversation with myself, is totally boring. Unlike Danny's.. where he can actually get a suprising response. But with me.. life is boring. So boring. So plain, and so dull. I'm on a ladder. Yes, a ladder! There's nothing wrong with being on a ladder, is there?
I thought not.
Only thing is, I'm 50 foot into the air. Hey, it's not my fault! I told you I like to spy on people, and apparently, I do take extreme measures! It's not my fault Valerie lives on the fourth floor of the apartment! Um.. I did not just say that.
Yes you did, that stupid nagging voice at the back of my head said. No I did not! Argh, this is stupid and hopeless, having a mental conversation with myself! Hey… what's that? I look down on the streets. A sudden wave of panic hit me as I saw how high up into the atmosphere I was, and a fall could break more than a few bones. I looked onto the sidewalk: a short blonde man walking his collie-pitbull mix, twin burnette girls wearing matching red school girl outfits and giggling near a bus stop spot, and… is that MR. LANCER! Oh my gosh, I can't let him see me like this! How will he react to his student on top of a 50 foor ladder for no reason!
I turn so the back of my head is at Mr. Lancer's view. I really hope he doesn't notice me… I really hope so.
Lancer's PoVI was walking. Yes, walking. What do you think teachers do on weekends, grade papers? Nope, we walk. It is a scientific fact that strolling in the morning is beneficial and healthy for your body, so here I am, walking towards Nasty Burger. I've heard that they've produced a new flavor of frozen yogurt, and I am addicted to those.
It is nine-twenty in the early December third morning. Such times remind me of when I was younger, and used to read my favorite winter holiday book by Charles Dickens. He is such a talented writer… Well, today did not appear like December at all! The sun was out, and the weather was fairly warm,a round fourty-five degrees. In Amity, temperatures could get very cold, so fourty-five degrees Farenheit is a pretty warm temperature.
I'm walking, and looking around. I pass Petunia Ave as I remember all about my habbit- spying and stalking people. I do not know why it is such of importance to an adult like me, but ever since I learned about my young student, Danny Fenton, being a half-dead being, I figured that if I rely on my habits and hobbies rather than my professions, I might learn something that would not have been possible. Spying is interesting, because you learn about people, and stalking is, how I like to say, a type of phsycological counsling.
After the rather embarassing accident in which the fire men had to get me off the ladder while spying on Mr. Fenton in the hospital three days ago, I've decided to give up spying. Not for good, of course. Just spying on that troubled teen. Yes, he is troubled; troubled, and in trouble. Lots and lots of it. Instead, I've found that his seemingly two closest friends, Tucker Foley and Sam Manson, are interesting sources of information and gossip as well.
As soon as I grab myself a serving of that new flavored frozen yougurt, I thought to myself, I'll stop by the Manson Mansion, in hopes to find something rather interesting to learn about. I looked around, just in case young Sam was not in her home, rather walking a few blocks near me for whatsoever reason. All I saw was a short blond man walking what seemed to be a rather vicious collie-pitbull mix, and two rather crazed-up burnette twins in red school girl uniforms, giggling by the bus stop spot. I do wonder what they are up to. Hey, who said a teacher couldn't be a child at mind?
Watership Down! I'm a english teacher, for who-knows-what's sake! I should not be using simple sentences through speech, or in my head for that matter! I should not be spying and stalking my students, and I should DEFINITELY NOT be gossiping about my students to the women who play bingo down at the center. What kind of troubled teacher am I? I need Jazz Fenton's counsling, quick. I really, really, should have gotten that job in Chicago.
The Forgotten Beasts of Eld! Is that TUCKER FOLEY I see on a roughly-fifty foot ladder? I've really gone insane. Taking another glance at the seriously troubled teen perched on top of the fifty-foot ladder, I recall this apartment to belong to the homes of Kisa, a bright girl who lives on the first floor, Skree, a rebel boy who lives on the eighth floor, and Valerie, a encouraged girl who lives on the fourth floor. Wait a minute.. IS TUCKER FOLEY SPYING ON VALERIE? This makes me think, I really whish I had gotten that job in Chicago. As I stare in disbelief, I think of whishing that I had gotten that job in Chicago. Oh, and did I mention that I really whish I had gotten that job in Chicago?
XD
Main PoV"It's ten-o-clock, kids," Maddie Fenton said brightly, time for the tour,"
"Okay, mom," Both Jazz and Danny Fenton followed their parents to a rather small hallway to the right of the main desk. There was a tall, thin, balding man with brown eyes and he was wearing a green uniform. About four inches below his shoulder, was a golden nameplate with "Albert" carved in it. He wore a small hat that looked really fashionable, and he wore white gloves with rather cool-looking inscriptions on the back edges, kind of like an alchemist's.
"Welcome to the GHOST convention center," the man said after ten minutes, and the hallway was almost (suprisingly) overbearingly full. "My name is Albert, and I am going to show you some of the main places of our GHOST convention center. We are on the first floor, and this floor has a snack and food bar, as well as a few connected resteraunts to your right. To your left, are restrooms and a few staff only rooms used for meetings. Now, if you all will please get on the elevator, I shall show you the Planning Stage on the second floor."
Suprisingly or not, the elevator was jammed. It was only supposed to hold thirty people max, but to Danny, it looked as if there were over fifty people. He was squished to a little corner on the right, where the buttons are and he pressed "2" after everyone had squished on.
/So. Many. People./ Danny thought to his mental..self.
/Ah, here it's nice and empty./ Phantom responded, suggesting a smirk in his voice.
/aw shut it/ Danny thought back. /I can barely breathe! Who knew that there were so many people who were interested in ghosts/
/well, I'll bet they're into ghosts because of me. I mean, really, who finds me irresistable/
/Phantom.. stop taunting me with mental imagery./
/Oh, so this mental link allows images too, eh? We'll find good use to that…/
/Whatever you're thinking, stop./ Danny thought, before noting that everyone was getting off the elevator.
"The Second Floor is known as the Planning Stage. This is where we research about ghosts using data samples from the ghost zone. How do we get these samples? The Fentons," Albert pointed out towards Danny, Jazz, and their rather-crazy parents, "have developed a working portal from our world to the ghost zone, where ghosts supposedly live. One of our employees have taken interest in this area of research, and therefore created a small portal of her own. Sadly, it only works roughly an hour per day, that hour in which we extract data, but it still works nevertheless. The woman who build this portal with her husband is named Elith Castro, and she frequently visits this center in her busy schedule."
The group walked around, gasping in awe at the sheer vast size of the room where many people in white lab coats were conducting experiments on what seemed to be ectoplasm and many other unknown substances. There was a giant telescope in one corner and the walls were painted a light baby blue. It was a rumor that blue walls were good for your concentration…apparently, GHOST bought it. The walls were not tiled or carpeted, rather cemented for the sake of giving measurments a "better balance." There were posters everywhere of identified ghosts and anaylizations, as well as plans for weapons and armor against ghosts.
/Oh gee, this is a wonderful sight/ Danny thought, rolling his eyes.
/Tell me about it/ Phantom replied/Why do I have a feeling of an impending sense of doom/
/Whoa, careful, you're beginning to sound like Jazz./ Danny smirked, reminding his ghost counterpart as Albert led the crowd into the elevator once more, this time to the basement level, stating that the upper floors were restricted.
/What? I. Do. Not. Sound. Like. A. GIRL/ Phantom's voice rang through Danny's head, clearly frustrated.
/Do too./
/Do not/
/Do too./
/Do not/
/Do too. And you look like one./
/.. I guess that's why you like me? Since I look like a girl/ Phantom smirked at Danny's sudden blush. /And FYI, I do nOT look like a girl./
/Uh.. drop it./ Danny growled, muttering something about a dress.
/Why should I/ Phantom smirked, sending a mental image of him in a too-short miniskirt and showy cropped top.
/PHANTOM/ Danny yelled mentally, fighting back the blush. /I. Did. Not. Need. To. See. THAT/
/Oh really/ Phantom inquired. Before Danny could answer, though, and probably make some comment which led to more perversion, Albert led the group to the basement of the GHOST convention center.
"This is the basement of GHOST, and we currently have an active sport going on. If you would like to join us in testing out our ghost weapons, we would gladly provide you with them. There's family plans in the backyard and pool, from three-legged racing to swimming races." Albet explained, handing everyone a little brochure of some type, showing a map of the area and the activities that GHOST were holding. On the front of the brochure, was a tedious explanation of how GHOSt was founded, and on the back, was page 502. Page 502 from the book, Understanding Halfas. It was a list.. of how to recognize a half ghost hybrid from a mile away. Danny was in trouble, and in for it- he, a half ghost, in a ghost-hunter's soceity, with millions of ghost-hunters in trainning and everyone had their mind on him. Oh gee, he felt so loved.
"Danny Fenton?" Danny heard a voice in back of him just as his ghost sense went off. It created a clear blue mist from his mouth, and Jazz was trying to explain something about GHOST's history so no one would notice Danny's ghost sense. But Jack Fenton and Maddie Fenton just stood there, gawking at their son. Danny panicked.. there was a ghost near by, and his parents saw his ghost sense. Hopefully, they would dismiss it as a hallucination, but what if they didn't? Would his parents actually be smart enough to figure it all out?
End chapterBunny: eh not much of a cliffie.
Sam: wtf are you talking about that was a cliffie!
Danny: uh.. no comment. Eh, Bunny? Shouldn't you be worried about Chaos taking your car and using it to pick up Hurinia and Tucker, while she doesn't know how to drive?
Bunny: oh yea… CHAOS YOU CAR THEIF! YOU BETTER NOT HAVE WRECKED MY FERRARI, I TELL YOU! YOU BETTER NOT! ((runs out of the building))
Sam: um, Danny?
Danny: yea, Sam?
Sam: we're alone.
Danny: .. and?
Sam: I have to tell you something.
Danny: what is it?
Sam: CAN YOU PLEASE GET ME OUT OF THIS CUPBOARD!
Danny: um, no. sorry.
Sam: argh, why not?
Danny: I'm.. kinda tied up to the bed..
Sam: #$!
Bunny: …uh.. review plz and rt CHAOS ILL CATCH YOU, CAR THEIF
At least I hope you didn't take my car hehe srry if ur a little OOC I just had to add that part ;).