Sorry I'm a little late guys, I got a new phone two days ago and I've been trying to get used to it. But anyway! Let's get this show on the road!
Warnings for this chapter: Pitch Pearl fluff, but then you wouldn't be reading this far if you had a problem with that.
Disclaimer: I do not own the song Nightingale, only this story by the same name.
Danny singing
Phantom singing
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The next day, Jazz told Danny that there is in fact no Daniel Baritoni in the ship's roster. Danny takes this in stride, already convinced that what happened yesterday was just his imagination, a very overactive one at that.
Later on in the night, Danny is sitting up reading, seeing as his phone was on the fritz and everyone else is asleep. He is using a flashlight, sitting in a chair next to his family's cabin just in case something happened (he may not want to wake up his family with the light but he isn't careless either).
He is trying to focus on a history textbook when he thought he heard something. He tunes in, realizing that, yes, he does hear something. It sounds like a deep voice singing a strange song. The song strikes a chord in Danny, and he finds himself humming along. Finally letting curiosity get the better of him, he puts his book down and follows the voice.
As he gets closer, Danny starts distinguishing words; the song makes him feel such longing that he gets a lump in his throat. When he enters the dining room, the voice stops and Danny nearly cries out at the loss. He walks right up to the piano for the third time this week and, desperate to hear that voice again, he begin to play it. He starts to sing, which is something he'd never done before, as his fingers followed the song.
I sleep tonight, wide awake and so confused
Everything's in line, but I am bruised
I need a voice to echo, I need a light to take me home
He looks around the room, hoping to see something. When nothing happens, he raises his voice a little,
I kinda need a hero, is it you?
I've never seen the forest for the trees, I could really use your melody
Baby I'm a little blind, I think it's time, for you to find me~
Danny continues to play, waiting for the voice to come back, and he doesn't have to wait long, someone wraps their arms around him and rests their chin on his shoulder, singing very lowly in his ear:
Can you be my Nightingale?
Sing to me, I know you're there
You could be my sanity, bring me peace, sing me to sleep
Say you'll be my Nightingale~
Danny lets the song fade off and stands in silence, he wants to see who is holding him but at the same time he doesn't want to ruin the moment. The man behind him seems to be holding his breath, as if waiting for Danny to push him away. Something tickles in the back of Danny's mind, and he realizes what it was; this is familiar, they'd done it before. A scene begins to play in his mind.
"Nicknames?" Danny said, his brow raised into his hairline.
Daniel nodded as he leaned up against the piano, being careful of the keys.
"It would be a way to talk about each other in front of others without them being the wiser, and a way to differentiate between us. I mean, neither of us like to be called Daniel, and we can't go by last names forever."
Danny thought about it for a moment, "But everybody already calls me Danny, so I already have a nickname. I could call you Dan?" Danny offered.
Baratoni curled up his nose, "I don't really like that name, otherwise I would have told you to call me that a while back. We need names that only we would call each other, a secret code if you will," The green eyed man smirked, "What about Nightingale for you?"
Danny blanched, "Nightingale? Why Nightingale?" He asked incredulously.
The smirk grew bigger as green eyes danced in amusement, "Because you make beautiful music, therefore, you shall be Nightingale."
Danny could see that the other male wasn't going to change his mind, so Danny came back with, "Fine, but I get to call you Phantom," He retorted, a twinkle in his eye.
The now dubbed Phantom frowned in confusion, "Why?"
Danny snickered, "Cause whenever I play I always see you out of the corner of my eye, and when I get swarmed by people you disappear without a trace, your hair is white and your eyes seem to glow at times, if it wasn't for the fact that you're warm and I can touch you I would think you were a ghost haunting me."
Phantom shrugged, then a wicked grin spread across his face, "Oh, so you think I'm warm? And my eyes seem to glow, huh?"
Danny's face began to burn and he quickly looked away, rubbing the back of his neck and snapping, "I didn't mean it like that, I'm just stating facts!"
Phantom stepped closer to him, "Oh? Well if we're just stating facts, then what if I say that your eyes rival the ocean in their beauty? Or that your temperament can give anybody whiplash and your smile could out do the sun?"
Danny's face was getting progressively redder as Phantom said these things, then he shook his head and stated, "Then I'd say that you're full of shit and that if you don't get away from me your going to lose the two things that make most women want you: your face, and your ability to produce children."
Phantom grimaced as Danny huffed and walked away.
Danny shakes the vision away, then steps out of the other man's arms. He turns to the ghost, and notices that he can see him better; like a picture slowly coming into focus. He can see the eyes clearly and he can make out little details on the face if he squinted.
"Phantom?"