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 ice cream cones: Narugirl94, Caitlin june, fan-girls2.0, Silvershadow5947, gabriella phantom, ghostgirl14027, Horselvr4evr123, Serena the Hikari of Love, and I'm Lost in Thought me 3 you all
Bunny: hi all 3
Chaos: 'lo
Tucker: hizorz!
Sam: ow! Hi! OW! (is being poked with a throwing dart by Bunny)
Hurinia: hii ((pokes Sam)
Sam: stop that! ((glare of doom))
Hurinia and Bunny: o.O;; ((stop poking))
Danny: I'm bak, I'm bak. ..;; ((holding the Improved Ghost Catcher))
Bunny: okay, now get drunk.
Danny: wATTTTT
Bunny: it was part or the dare.
Danny: no it wasn't! I merely suggested it!
Bunny: ah, too bad D
Danny: evil person…
Bunny: ;D
Chaos: ((gives Danny a glass of wine)) here ;D
Danny: ((looks sick)) err, I'll probably enjoy the taste anyway, wutever. ((drinks it)) hmm strawberry, not bad….do we have more?
Bunny+-+ ; hehehe my plan's working
Danny: wut was that?
Bunny: oh, nothing ; more on the table.
Danny: huh, thx, ((starts gulping down alchocolic breverages))
Sam: Bunny, you're evil.
Hurinia: (nodds)
Tucker: o.O;;
Danny: wow.. chocolate.. ((drinks 12th cup))
Bunny: uh-oh. Who knew he could be an alchoholic? XD;;;
Chapter 25: Spectra in the Plan
Main PoV:
"How'd you know we were ghost hunters?" Mrs. Spirwoods asked once more, her eyebrows knitted in confusion.
"Uh," Danny blankly said, slowly cleaning the mess of the broken vase.
What should I do, what should I do?I Danny asked Phantom, panicking.
Ionno, was all Phantom said before retreating into the depths of Danny's mind.
ARGH IM DOOMED! Danny thought, as he spoke, voice barely above a whisper, "ionno, I guessed..? My parents are ghost hunters, so I kinda recognize other ghost hunters."
"Like what?" Rob asked.
"Uh, it's kinda hard to explain," Danny winced as a piece of the vase cut into his palm. After cleaning it up, he washed the glass out and sprayed disinfectant on it before joining his sister near the sofa.
"Anyway," Jack smiled, "wanna discuss ghosts?"
"Oh, which reminds me," Ellena noted, "I've got some letters over the past summers about how your inventions sometimes go haywire. We've invented some pieces as well and we'd like to compare them," She got out a small suitcase that just seemed to "pop" out of nowhere (mind you this is a cartoon and the authoress is in charge so when she says things go poof, THINGS GO POOF! XD), and inside she bought out some items. They looked like ghost hunting equipment, and Danny had to try his hardest not to look scared.
"Wow, neat stuff!" Jack took one of the guns and blasted the television.. it didn't do anything. A blue ray of light shot out of it but nothing else happened. "What does this do?"
"Ghost tracker and it shoots them," Rob explained, pointing to the yellow button which indicated "ghost tracker" and the trigger, which indicated "ecto blast."
"Cool!" Jack pressed the tracker button and the machiene said in a mechanical voice, "Ghost detected, 6.8 feet to the left."
"SUFFERING SPOOKS! WE'RE BEING SPYED ON BY GHOSTS!" Jack yelled, as Maddie rolled her eyes and took the situation rather calmly. She grabbed the item from her husband's hands and walked 2.8 feet to the left.She didn't see anything.. Jazz, Danny, and Mark. There was a small arrow on the machiene that was 100 pointing at Danny, and she was confused. Danny wasn't a ghost… when a shock hit her. Was Danny possessed by a ghost? Was that why all the items went off around him?
"Danny, are you being posessed by a ghost?" she blinked, then did a face palm. If Danny was being posessed, then he wouldn't have acted so normally. Besides, all ghosts were evil.. right? Even that creppy Phantom kid. The "trust me" part was just an act.. right? Right..
"No, mom, why'd you think that?" Danny pushed himself a little further into the seat.
"Hmm, this thing goes off around you," Maddie blinked, then shrugged. "must be broken."
"Uhh, may I be excused? Tomorrow there's school and I need to sleep early." Danny's eyes darted around the room before breathing a sigh of relief when his mother said "yes" promptly. Surrounded by a room of ghost hunters with weapons when you're a ghost in human form was not a good thing. No, It was definitely not.
Danny took the soft-beige carpeted stairs two at a time, rushing towards his door. As soon as he reached the safe sanctuary of his room, he gently closed the door behind him and sighed, taking in his blue-painted room with pictures of NASA designing posters all over the wall. Flinging himself upon the bed, his last trail of thought was Oh great, more ghost hunters. … why me? Before he drifted off to sleep, closing the lights right before.
Danny's Dream((A/N: w00t another one of those stupidly-implied lemons which the authoress cannot do because shes too much of a school-obsessing nerd! xD… and im onli 14 jeez))
(still Danny's PoV)
I am walking. The wind is blowing towards me, whipping upon me like miniature tornadoes and gust storms. The cool water I am walking on ripples with every step. Who knew I could walk on water? I'm dreaming.. right?
Phantom? I mentally ask, but did not receive an answer. Shrugging, I preceeded to anonymously walk for some unknown reason. Towards the blowing wind, and creating more ripples upon the water's surface. The more I walked, the more tired I felt. It was natural because I was using energy and that stuff, but with every step I felt myself get weaker. Something was up… but what?
I didn't have the answer before I realize that I was in my room, and spinning around the room for some forgotten or non-existent apparent reason. I stopped; the world seemed as if a dizzy haze had washed over every object and obstacle both realistic and non-realstic. I sat upon the foot of my bed for a brief second before wandering yet again- this time, across the corners of my ever-so-familiar room. However, I could tell something was…different. I had posters of NASA spaceship design models all over and my walls were painted light blue. That, I am sure of. But this room is exactly like mine.. minus the black- starred wallpaper and the posters of abstract paintings in black and white. I was about to talk out loud to no one in particular, when I felt a presence behind me. Whipping around immediately I saw that it was Phantom.. but how? Wasn't I supposed to use some technique after school to separate us? Wait.. was it morning or was it night right now? I'm so confused..
"Don't be," Phantom said, as if reading my thoughts. Oh yea, he could read my thoughts. "You're.. how should I say it? In the dream realm. When you go to sleep, your soul drifts off into the Realm of Dreams, where dreamcasters or those with the power to do so can alter your images in which your soul is reflecting on, called a dream."
"I was right," I sigh, a hint of irony in my voice. "you do talk like Jazz.. you're starting to act like her a lot."
"Ah…" Phantom frowned, then his eyes lit up as if he just got an idea. "Tell me then, Danny, does she ever do this?"
Before I could ask "do what?", Phantom locked his lips upon mines, gently pushing the both of us on top of my bed. I noticed that it wasn't my bed either; mines was a small bunk bed with barely what one would call a frame. This comfort, besides the warmth of Phantom's mouth, was due to a large king-sized mattress covered in black silken bedsheets and red-design laced pillows. I moaned into the kiss as I noticed Phantom's hands undoing the buttons on my shirt. Wait a second.. I didn't own any button-up shirts. Hmm, strange. I gasped as I felt the familiar sensation of his tongue press against my neck, gently sucking and biting at the skin. I heard the sound of a zipper and next thing I knew, Phantom's hands were roaming around my boxers. Blushing, I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
"Not again," Phantom said, stopping for a moment. I could tell he had an annoyed look on his face. Before I could say "what?" the scene drifted away.
End Dream
(A/N: I wouldn't be able to write a mini lime/lemon anyway, so be thankful cuz that's the most ur guanna get…)
A bright light hit my eyelids as I opened them immediately. Uhh.. I had another one of those "dreams" again. Seriously, I think Phantom is going into my subconciousness and converting my dream states. That pervert, he'd do anything… but why did I wake up? I look around: it was still dark out. Where was the light coming from? Outside my window… was the moon, the dark night, shady trees… and some figure in the distance that was definitely not natural and projecting light. As if on cue, I felt cold, and shivered as if I was wearing nothing but swimming trunks in Antartica (a/n: nice imagery btw lawl). An odd sensation whisped from my mouth and I saw that my breath had a bluish tint to it: ghost sense. So.. that's why I woke up? Whoever the ghost was, they were definitely going straight back to the ghost zone without a proper fight. And not only for ruining my sleep.
Main PoV:
(in the ghost zone)
"knock knock"
(a/n: no its not a knock knock joke lawl)
"aRGH can't you see we have a doorbell installed?" yelled an annoyed voice from behind the door. Well… the door was in the ghost zone, one of the all-too-many doors that led from the ghost world to a ghost's home domain. This door was shaped like a choo-choo train with a small glass-stained mirror of a rather sad-looking gray christmas tree in the center.
"I can very well see that," the ghost who was knocking the door responded, rather coldly. "Spectra, open up. We need to talk."
"… fine," the annoyed voice, known as Spectra, opened the door. She was still in her "new and improved" version, with her black, red, and green bodysuit and gloves that increased her powers as well as help her look younger.
"Long time no see, auntie." The ghost who came into the room responded, inviting herself onto a comftorable-looking sofa. Spectra's room wasn't how one imagined it to be: instead of the expected miserable colors of shades of gray (no pun intended x) and droopy surroundings; instead, there were vibrant contrasts of light colors all over, ranging from a goldenrod yellow to a rosy red. The furniture were all uniquely shaped, some chairs in the shapes of rectangles and some lamps in the shapes of circles. Overall, it was a cozy room- something really unexpected from this ghost of misery.
"Oh, stop calling me auntie. It makes me feel old," Spectra laughed, sitting on one of the multiple blue chairs in the room. If anyone didn't know better, one would have thought she was obsessed with blue rolling chairs as the box ghost is with boxes. Almost.. not quite. "Besides, I'm not your aunt anyway, Amthyst"
"I know," The ghost known as Amthyst replied, pushing her shoulder-length violet hair past her ears. For a ghost, she didn't have much of a ghostly appearance. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that she was a shapeshifter and able to resemble a human form. Or, perhaps it was because she had obtained a Shard of Destruction from her Mistress, Fayurl. . She had long and wavy dark magenta hair and rather rounded violet eyes; her skin was green with a tint of pink and she wore a plain beige dress that looked like a wizard's robe… that is, before she recived the Shard of Destruction. Now, when she flipped to her "human form," instead of having akwardly colored skin, her complexion was a light bronze and she had green eyes, but they didn't glow. Her hair, however, was stuck in being a violet color.
"Then why do you insisting on calling me that?" Spectra sighed, knowing that her "neice" would most likely not answer. She had met Amthyst quite a while ago, and taken the girl in as well as train her only because she was talented in the gift of shapeshifting and needed help. They had some sort of mother-daughter bond, but "aunt" had made her feel slightly younger. Why Amthyst called her that now, was beyond reason. Still.. didn't hurt to ask, right?
"No reason," Amthyst shrugged, then sighed. "Are we going to get to the point or not?"
"Amthyst.." Spectra started, then stopped as if she thought of saying something that she should not have. "You never visit me for the sake of it anymore. Every time you come here it's because you need something for the Darkened Forms."
"I'm sorry," Amthyst looked away, brushing her boots against each other. "I just don't think clearly."
"No, it's your leaders to blame. They give you a ton of work to do, you're so young!" Spectra muttered, being really out of character. She wasn't a bad person.. err..ghost, but she preferred to destroy the lives of humans for her own use. However, when it came to her "relative" ghosts, she was usually the caring one. Kinda ironic, huh? "Now would you like something to drink?"
"I suppose I'll take some iced coffe," Amthyst said, her hands playing with the Shard of Destruction which hung as a small pendant around her neck.
"Bertrand, iced coffe and some herbal tea please," Spectra tilted her head towards the side and shouted, though not in an extremely loud voice. At her assistant's approval and reappearance, she muttered a quick "thanks" before practically gulping down the hot tea that nearly singed her throat. "Amthyst.. why have you come?"
"… Mistress Fayurl said you're an expert in creating misery," Amthyst said, biting her tongue as if choosing her words cautiously and carefully, as if one verbal error was a coffe stain upon white silk. "She believes you have the..ah.. a high-enough degree of talent to assist her in a small task; you'd be rewarded..greatly, of course. I.. she requests.. upon option.. that you.. persuade the halfa boy that his life is hopeless..and he should convert to the Darkened Forms, abandoning his human life in Amity.."
"I.. see," Spectra nodded, pushing back her violet-maroon frames. Although she was in her newer form, her eyesight was still rather drastic and she needed glasses. "Well then, please notify your leader that it is no problem for me, as the halfa boy is one of my main targets. Yes, I will go through with the plan."
"Ahh, okay then, I'll tell her," Amthyst nodded, then preceeded to leave, "bye auntie… and thanks."
"Take care, Amthy," Spectra smiled, Amthy was what she called the young girl. It reminded her of the good times they had before the Darkened Forms had taken in the girl and made her into one of them. To be honest, Spectra hated the Darnkened Forms; all a bunch of stuck-up snobs they were, thinking they're all that cuz they got an animal form and some prissy little power. Bah..but they've got the right idea. Smirking evilly, Spectra became more composed of her supposed personality as she planned the plots of demise for the young halfa boy.
Meanwhile:
((A/N: IM SO SORRY IM BORING YOU WITH OCs, ppl! Srry . but it's necessary for the plot so SORRYIE!))
Amthyst floated around the ghost zone, making her way towards Fayurl's lair. She had come across a depressed-looking ghost that she knew, Metei or something like that. ((remember? The ghost that was killing Sam's babysitting apt)) Metei looked angry, as if she was going to make "things go boom" around anytime. Usually, Amthyst would avoid someone like her on a "bad mood day" of Metei's, but today was different. Today, around her neck, hung the Shard of Destruction. Today, she was all-powerful.
"just where do you think you're going?" A sharp voice went behind Amthyst. The young ghost winced: she hated it when people sneaked up on her, and she despised that voice most of all: the one ghost who was still in denial of death, Silver Rose.
"Why do you care," Amthyst hissed, turning 75 degrees so that one of her emerald green eyes could pierce into the familiar figure of Silver Rose; that girl always had to be bothersome, did she not?
"Because I heard your entire conversation," Silver smirked, running her gloved hands through her shoulder-length sandy hair, narrowing her ocean-colored eyes at the ghost wearing the powerful pendant that could, if used correctly, unlock Pariah Dark and demolish the world. "You're getting nowhere near Danny Phantom; I know your plans. You want to convert him to the dark side, don't you? You want to please your stupid mistress, don't you? Only to betray them in the end, ruling the ghost zone?"
"Point not taken," Amthyst growled, clutching the shard tied upon her neck. How had Silver Rose, a ghost nearly as common as normal undead souls, come to be so annyong and stalker-obsessive? It really pissed her off..
"I won't let you do that," Silver gathered an array of ecto-energy in her silver-gloved hands, which were a glowing blue in color. "After I finish you off, your lousy aunt is next." With nothing more than a few seconds, she unleashed her powerful ecto blast and fired it at Amthyst. Without the time to dodge, Amthyst was hit full force by the blast and was knocked back a couple of feet.
"Ha, you think you're the great Silver Rose you were before?" Amthyst smirked as she got up immediately, her burn from the blast healing already. Silver had a stunned look of astonishment on her face: no one, ghost or human, had recovered from her blast that quickly. "wassamatter?" Amthyst smirked, triumph upon her face. "I'm too much for you now that I've got a Shard of Destruction? No? You want me to awaken Pariah Dark too, eh?"
Silver didn't say anything, just try to shoot ecto blasts upon the ghost. However, nothing worked; with the shard, she was too powerful. Silver could only hope that Amthyst did not find a way to awaken Eternal Darkness.
Danny's PoV:
((A/N: FINALLY! Lol xD sorry for the long wait))
I heard a soft ringing noise in my ears, like a bird was chirping. Or perhaps it could be the small peeping noises of a spring frog. Sometimes, small frogs believe that warm winter weather was the spring, so they would sit by lilypads and peep while waiting for bullfrogs to croak. How do I know this and why am I thinking of it? Ionno.. but the noise was annoying…I wanted the distracting sound to cease, being unfamiliar with the sound, yet it was familiar in some way…
I jolted right out of bed, azure eyes widening: it was my new alarm clock. It was six-fourty eight in the morning and I was going to miss the bus if I didn't get up soon. ((a/N: lawl.. 6:48 is like heaven for me. Damn gotta get up at 5:30 T.T anyway..))
"Danny, you awake yet?" I heard a yell from the outside of my room door. I recognized the voice immediately: Jazz doing her daily early-morning wake-up call. I groaned as I realized that it was Monday: I had a test in on the first ten chapters of Catcher in the Rye((a/N: so do I xD)) and I didn't even read chapter two. Ah well, a C average wasn't THAT bad… was it?
yea, it is. Came the ever-so-aggorant voice looming in my head. I rolled my eyes and knew it was Phantom, the sadist, really. He's a hypocrite, too, but only I know that. I am NOT a hypocrite! He stressed, as I just rolled my eyes and proceeded to get dressed in the casual jeans and T-shirt. Since it was Winter, or near that time anyway, I slid on a navy-blue jacket with a large copper zipper that rusted at the bottom. I didn't like the jacket very much, but all of my others were in the wash.
Phantom, stop talking to yourself, I reminded, as I ignored his pleas of I do not! Anyway, I grab my glass of milk and gulp it down, as well as devour a chocolate-marshmallow granola bar. Jazz was eating slowly- she was driving herself to school so there was no rush. Mom and dad were hyper not only because they had too much syrup on their pancakes for breakfast, but because of the fact that they were still giddy about their new neighbors. The new ghost hunters, my new enemies. Sighing, I grabbed my bookbag and muttered a qiuck "bye" before heading out the door. It was going to be a loooong day.
End Chapter
Bunny: hi! XD
Danny: drinks some more whiskey mmmmm
Chaos: o.O who knew Danny was an alchoholic?
Tucker: he's not..he just likes to drink things.
Bunny: that sounded wrong. clutches head in agony
Tucker: pervert -;;
Hurinia: o-O;;
Danny: has some vodka mixed with lemonade
Bunny: tastes what Danny has wow.. this is good
Chaos: NOOOO TWO alchoholics!
Bunny: I'm not an alchoholic! Hmmmph
Hurinia: sure.. disbelief
Bunny: glares … anyway…
Crash.
Bunny: what was that?
Random Reader: o.O YAY I CRASHED THROUGH THE CEILING!
Bunny: AHHHH sees a gaping hold in the ceiling wHAT DID YOU DO?
Random Reader: I heard that there was some party going on in here. WHY DIDN'T ANYONE TELL MEH?
Sam: … ur not invited.
Bunny: picks Random Reader up and throws 'em out the window
Random Reader: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhh
Bunny: don't worry, I don't throw my readers out windows ;;;
Hurinia: now to fix that gaping hole…
Bunny: nodds yeh.. REVIEW! Or I shalt throw Sam out the window.
Chaos: but that's a good thing!
Bunny: .. nvm.
Sam: T.T