Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.
I'm so sorry for the late update. But there is good news, EXAMS ARE DONE! This gives me more time to write. I'll do my best to update faster.
Danny stepped out of the shower with his hand on his stomach. He winced in pain every time the towel rubbed over the ugly red skin. He dried off, got dressed into his cotton pajama pants and shirt, and walked downstairs. It was time he told his parents about the murder; as much as he did not want to, he promised his sister. He slowly walked down the stairs from the kitchen to the laboratory in the basement of his house. He peeked through the door and saw his mother and father working on something in the corner of the room where the counter was.
He opened his mouth and forced the words out, "Uh Mom, Dad, I need to talk to you." His parents looked up at him; his mother saw the look of worry and nervousness in his eyes, while his father only looked at him with excitement.
"Danny!" his fathers voice boomed, "Come check this out!" His father wrapped his large arm around him and rushed him over to the table. Danny bit his tongue and held back a small scream of pain from the burn. He then turned his attention to the medium sized box on the table.
"What is it?" he asked.
"It's a new version of the ecto-suite that was destroyed, sweetie," his mother answered, forgetting the look in his eyes beforehand.
"Yep," his father said, "It's not as powerful as the first, but it puts you on an even level with ghosts so we can hunt them down like never before."
"Really?" Danny asked, "How does it do that?"
"It's quite simple actually," his father said, "when the suit is put on, ghost energy surrounds the body of the wearer, temporarily alters there DNA, and gives them ghost-like capabilities."
"In other words, whoever wears the suit will gain the abilities of a ghost," his mother finished.
"You mean like someone being half ghost?" his parents look at him strangely, "Hypothetically speaking," he quickly added.
"Oh Danny, don't be ridiculous," his mother laughed, "There are no such things as half ghosts. But is they where real, then yes, I suppose it would be something like that."
"Now then, was there something you wanted to talk about, son?" his father asked.
The nervousness from before, returned to Danny yet again. "Uh, yeah…" he said slowly, "there is. At school today, something happened… something bad." His parents saw the slight look of fear in his eyes and kneeled down to his level.
"What happened, dear? You can tell us," his mother said with worry in her voice.
"Was it a ghost? Did it hurt you!? Because if it did I'll tear it apart molecule by molecule!" his father yelled.
"No dad, it didn't involve a ghost." His father looked disappointed but still worried about his son, "You see, I had to stay after school today with Mr. Lancer and he let me go early. I went back to my locker to get a book I forgot and I…" Danny paused for a moment; he looked away from his parents and shut his eyes tight, "saw somebody die at the end of the hallway," he finished.
His parents gasped, "Oh my goodness, Danny are you alright?!" his mother slightly yelled wrapping her arm around him.
"Great globs of ghost goop! Why didn't you tell us sooner Danny?!" his father yelled, putting a hand on his son's shoulder.
Danny didn't say anything for a minute or two; he just wanted to stand there in his mother's arms for a while. Normally, he didn't like it when his parents fussed over him like this, but he didn't mind this time. In fact, he wanted there attention for a bit; he couldn't explain why, but the sound of there voices always seemed to calm him. He looked up at there faces, and saw only love and concern for him. He felt his heart rate slow down, as his nervousness began to fade away.
"I'm sorry," he finally said, "I was nervous of telling you guys."
"Now why in the world would you be nervous of telling us? We're your parents aren't we? We love you, sweetie, and nothing can every change that." His mother said.
"That's right, don't you every feel like there's something you can't talk with us about. We love you, son," his father finished.
For first time all day long, Danny smiled. All the stress from the entire day, including the murder, and his fight with Valerie all seamed to wash away with his parents love.
"I love you guys too," Danny said returning the embrace, followed by a long quiet moment.
"Oh Danny, look at you; you look exhausted," his mother said. "You should go to bed now, we'll talk more in the morning, ok?"
"Ok" he replied. He broke away from their embrace and headed for the stairs. He looked back at them one more time with smile, "Good night, and thanks." His parents smiled back at him.
Danny then retreated up the stairs and then up the second floor. His mom was right, even though he feel asleep when he came home, he felt really tired. He walked into his room, headed strait to his bed, and was out like a light.
"Yuki… Yuki dear…"
A small girl lying in a hospital bed opened her drowsy eyes. "Mommy?" her frail voice spoke.
"Oh Yuki, thank goodness you're alright," the girl's mother said, hugging her child in relief. The girl, however, was very confused. The girl's mother then stood up and walked over to the door to call her husband and a doctor. The doctor stepped in walked up to the small Japanese girl.
"How are you feeling?" he asked, "Do you feel any pain?"
Yuki was about to say no when she tried to sit up, but then quickly lay back down. "Yes," she answered, "It hurts."
"Now don't you worry one bit," Yuki's father said with a smile, "that awful ghost boy can't hurt you here. I'll make sure of it."
"What are you talking about daddy? He didn't hurt me, he tried to save me," the eight-year-old stated which caught the three adults off-guard. Her mind was still a little fuzzy but she did remember Danny Phantom trying to stop the girl in red from hurting her. "It was that red lady who hurt me. The red lady shot a big red ball at the ghost boy who told me to run away."
"That's enough Yuki!" her mother almost yelled, "I don't want to hear anymore. You should go back to sleep now, you need to rest."
"But mommy he didn't-" be for she could finish her father cut her off.
"Listen to your mother Yuki. You need you rest," he said tucking her in her blankets. He then turned to the doctor, "When can we take her home?" he asked.
"I think its best you let her stay for the night. We need to make sure there aren't any adverse side effects to the blast she claimed hit her," the doctor stated. "I promise you that she is in good hands. We will look after her and take the best of care to her. In fact the burn marks on Yuki make her look like she was hurt much more than she actually was. She will heal quickly. You two should go home and get a good night's rest."
The couple looked at each other and thought it was best to do that. After all, the house still had a large hole in it that needed fixing.
"Okay," her father said wile his wife went over to her daughter to kiss her goodnight, "we will come get her in the morning."
"Be a good girl, Yuki, we will be back bright and early tomorrow," Yuki's mother said, then followed her husband out the door. The doctor made sure the patient was comfortable before leaving the room so the girl could get some sleep.
Yuki looked out the window, a little angry. Her parents didn't believe her, no one did. Danny hadn't hurt her at all. If it hadn't been for him, that crazy red lady might have… might have…
Yuki's eyes began to get heavy, she was sleepy. She wanted to sleep. But, she also wanted to thank Danny. But she was too sleepy. She closed her eyes and the world around her darkened as she drifted of to her dreams. Tomorrow… tomorrow she would thank him… tomorrow she would talk to him… tomorrow… she would thank her savior.
CRASH!
Danny's eyes snapped open, he immediately sat up, "What the heck was that?!" he asked himself. He jumped out of bed, and rushed downstairs to the kitchen. He looked around; nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
"Be careful with that, you idiot! What are you trying to do, wake the entire block?!"
Danny turned to the door to the Fenton Laboratory. Thieves? Here? His father must have forgotten to turn the alarm on last night.
"Is this day ever going to end?" Danny asked himself. He rushed over to the door and slowly opened it so that he could peek inside. It looked like there were a few of them, four at the most. He could take them.
"Dude, I don't know about this; I mean, do we really need this stuff to get into the club?" one voice said.
"Yes we do, now shut up and let's get out of here," said another.
"I don't like this, what if we get caught?"
The second person put down the box he was holding and grabbed the first person by the collar of his jacket.
"You listen to me and listen good," the second person said, "If you, any of you, chicken out, I swear I will do everything I can to make these last three years of school the worst nightmare you have every lived! You got me!?"
The rest of them did nothing but nod of fear of disagreeing with him.
"Good, now move," he said.
Danny decided it would be best if he didn't use his powers; unless he wanted to set off the ecto-alarm with his father never shut off and wake every human being up within a mile radius.
He walked over to the counter and opened a drawer. He reached inside and pushed a button in the back of it; a second drawer popped out of the wall above the counter. It was a good thing his dad hid more of the ghost hunting weapons in certain areas of the house for emergencies like this one, and, in the event of robberies like this one, to prevent thieves from getting the more dangerous weapons. Out of the secret draw, he pulled out an ecto-gun, the Ghost Gantlets, and the Jack O' nine tails. He put the gun in his pocket, as well as the Jack O' nine tails, then put the gantlets on his hands, and waited for the thieves to come out of the lab.
He could hear them coming up the stairs. He would show these thieves not to mess with a Fenton.