THIS IS A BIG GLARING DISTRACTION.

Now that I have your attention, I must ask you a very important question.

What do you think the group of demon hunters should be? They're going to play a fairly major role in the plot, so it has to be good. PM me or leave a review with a suggestion in it.

Anyway, on with the show!


"Men, this is your last chance to back out of this." Alexander said, looking at the people in front of him. "I have chosen you because you are the best at what you do. If you can't cooperate with everyone here, I suggest you back out immediately, or this will be very hard for all of us." When he saw no one backed out, he nodded and began walking to the exit of the small white room they were standing in. He motioned for them to follow, and together, they began walking to the plane that was their method of transportation for this trip.

Thankfully, they were the only ones going on the plane besides some crazy ghost hunters. They didn't pay the small group any mind, even though they were carrying futuristic looking weapons, were wearing all white, and had shiny armor.

Of course, it wasn't like they COULD complain about it anyway, because some of them were wearing spandex outfits in just about every colour under the sun and some that shouldn't have even existed in the first place.

It was hard to believe that these were some of the best ghost hunters in the world.

"WHoooOOOooOO! Are yooooOOOu going to Amity Park tooOOOooo?" One of people wearing the brightly coloured suits said, wiggling their fingers and saying it like how most people thought ghosts sounded.

Daniel, the sniper, decided he'd had enough of the amateurs who called themselves "ghost hunters" and punched the man in the face. He fell back, blood gushing from his nose, and the rest of the flight was quiet as the ghost hunters decided not to bother the people wearing white ever again.


They made it to Amity Park safely and peacefully, although the aforementioned people wearing white were confused and wondered why no one was talking. They went through that very often in their own group; didn't the outside world work the same way.

"Okay, so we need to train to be able to defeat that Shadow guy. Let's go over what we already know about him." Sam said, looking over a list of the powers Shadow used in his fight against Danny (because they refused to call it anything but a fair fight, even though it obviously wasn't).

"He has wings and a tail which are probably scaled, judging from the description you gave us." Sam began, nodding at Danny in acknowledgement. "He also fell out of a blue portal in the sky? That probably means it's a new ability or he isn't very skilled with it. We can use that to our advantage by aiming for any other blue portals. And you said his ecto energy was white?"

Before Sam could continue with her one sided conversation, Tucker cut in.

"What does the color of his ecto energy have to do with anything? It not like it serves any actual purpose, right?" Tucker said, looking at Sam with an idiotic expression on his face.

Sam resisted the urge to facepalm and took a deep breath before continuing her explanation. "If you'd have just let me continue, you would've known by now. The reason why I brought that up was because of several reasons. If we battle in the nighttime, the white energy would be a more noticeable color, especially if he puts more power into his attacks. We would also be able to send messages using blasts from some of the Fenton's inventions, like red for danger, or blue to show that we've spotted him, and it wouldn't be able to be confused with the attacks Shadow has."

"Oh." Tucker said, blinking.

"As I was saying…" Sam continued, talking in an energetic voice and using helpful colourful diagrams, although all of it completely flew over Danny's and Tucker's heads.

Sam turned around from her presentation that had appeared out of a small pocket dimension (although nobody knew that it existed) to see if the two boys understood. To her shock and horror, she saw both of them snoring softly, obviously having been asleep for quite some time, judging by the size of the spot of drool on Danny's shirt.

'Am I really that boring?'


I hate how short this is. I know you don't want excuses, so I won't give them to you. If you want the full story, feel free to PM me. I won't violently pull out your organs and stuff then back inside your body through your mouth, don't worry~ (well, unless you're a flamer.)

Now here's a deleted scene for you! The funny thing is that I actually did end up writing this into the story before taking it out. xD

Please review, and enjoy this *slight* crossover!

(Only people who have some knowledge of the anime Death Note will understand this.)


Shadow stared at the idiots who had just injected Danny with ghost energy. That had to have been painful. Why hadn't the neighbors noticed any screaming? Quickly flying through the walls and into the other house, he saw something he hadn't been expecting to see. Ever.

A person was writing names in a black notebook, some having causes of death written below them as a strange grey… thing floated next to them, popping apples into its mouth.

The person grabbed a bag of chips from the pile next to his desk… OPENED IT! He bit down on it and began sparkling, his thoughts being broadcasted so loud, you could practically hear them.

'I'll take a potato chip…. AND EAT IT! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!'

Wait…

Shadow phased through the desk, and saw that the person had wounds from a gun, still fresh and oozing blood, although the amount of blood on his clothes never changed.

He was a ghost.

Shadow just shook his head and flew away.

Ghosts seemed to just get weirder and weirder as he met them.

Maybe all the good haunts were taken?