Dark Chocolate

Sealed with a Kiss

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Am hoping everyone likes this piece. *Blushes.* Please, wish me luck! :D

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With a slight, weary sigh passing from his lips in a slight exhale, the young ghost effortlessly phased through the faded carpeting of the floor, the dull viscosity in his eyes not transfiguring as his body slowly phased from vapor into tangible substance once again.

He drew a hand over the selfsame, emerald orbs, allowing the translucent rings to spark into life at his waist, feeling the cool ripple phase through his ghostly counterpart, alternating an almost tan visage to his usual translucent hue.

Midnight replaced white spikes, and sappharine eyes overtook the green as Danny Fenton stepped-staggering slightly as he did so-forwards, passing the nearby kitchen with slight disdain.

It had been a good while since he had eaten a proper meal-the last time he had consumed anything was a breakfast bar he was hastily stuffing down his throat as he intangibly shot towards his classes, casting a frantic glance at the nearby clock as he did so. He had had only had a good thirty seconds until the bell rung, and so, he had simply tossed the half eaten bar into the trash a nanosecond or so later before he phased into the open door of his professor's lecture hall, weak with relief and fatigue.

Inbetween his weekend job at a nearby bookstore, full-time career in scouting out ghosts, and mounting piles of homework....

.....there simply wasn't enough time to enjoy even the simplest of pleasures, such as sitting down with a good book and a snack. It was enough that he could enjoy something so simple as a shower in a second or two. At the maximum, he'd enjoy ten minutes-perhaps fifteen minutes-of bliss, then, reluctantly crawl out from the hot jets of water to begin his homework. After some ungodly period of time, he could drag himself to bed, play hooky tomorrow, take some time off work, and enjoy the weekend in relative peace.

That sounded so wonderful Danny felt ready to cry. But first things first. Once again making his way to his bedroom with his bag in hand, his only thoughts were on procuring a clean towel from the basket of folded laundry he'd left in the room, and then, enjoying fifteen all too short minutes of some tranquility before studying his calculations for an hour or so, and then, after his wretched essays and workbooks were complete, he could at least call his boyfriend, were he not too sleepy.

In the morning, he could enjoy breakfast, a good chat on the phone with some friends and family, a nice, healthy dose of denial in the face of the stupid holiday leering in his face tomorrow......

He shook his head.

First things first. Before final exams, he had to rejoin the cozy familiarity of heck that his life insisted at throwing upon him.

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Danny blinked slightly as he made his way to his door, wondering faintly if he had indeed closed it that morning. Normally, he simply left the door wide open. It didn't really matter to him.

Deciding it did not really matter, he reached for the knob, twisting the brass with ease, but, as a slightly confused frown began to furrow at his brow, he began to struggle slightly as the door stubbornly refused to open.

"Come on," he grumbled underneath his breath.

Had he accidentally locked the door, and shut it on his way out? He didn't think so. The boy had been in too much of a hurry.

...he certainly did not remember doing so......

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At last, the boy gave up, and settled for simply phasing through the door, instantly surrounded by a thick shroud of darkness.

As his body phased into tangibility, he started slightly, stumbling over something in the obscure shadow.

"What the-?"

His fingers groped about on the wall, fingertips at last finding the switch. More confused then ever, Danny flipped the device on.

As light flooded into the room, the pale boy froze.

And his jaw readily dropped.

Immediately, the boy inched into the one corner of space that was not currently occupied by one of the countless....countless....

.........?

.....were these what he thought they were? Had he staggered on....on.....

Silver-wrapped, Hershey's kisses?

Every inch of the room-every square inch-was occupied by a small, Hershey's kiss, lying neatly on the ground, carpeting the nearby dresser's countertop, his bed, the chocolates on his pillow aligned in neat regiments-as if the tinsel wrapped candies were readying themselves for battle-!

Danny was frozen into his chocolate-free corner, mouth still agape as a tiny segment of his mind attempted to stir his brain into activity.

No signals succeeded in their efforts whatsoever. Danny's face was quite blank as he slowly-robotically-turned to his nearby shelf, noting that it too, was carpeted in the small chocolate drops, albeit he believed them to be the raspberry dipped type, instead of milk chocolate....

His desk and chair were covered in scores of the little chocolate soldiers. The poor boy slowly shook his head, continuously blown into a ripe silence as his bag slipped from his hand to the non-chocolate corner with a slight thump.

Amidst all of the small candies, he could make out a small, rectangle of an ivory piece of paper lying obediently on a small patch of space, that too, was unchocolated.....or whatever the word was....

After a few, split seconds of silence, Danny finally trained his mind into action as he pulled his ghost form forwards, and then, hesitantly glided over the heaps of the dessert, tugged the small card free from his bed, eyebrows immediately disappearing into twilit spikes as he read the all too familiar, all too elegant handwriting choreographed onto the page-

My dearest Daniel.

There are many rather abysmal puns I could use at this point in time-such as sweets for the sweet, or, as per the point of the 'kisses', I kiss the ground you walk upon.

Seeing as these are more then likely to make you groan, my only advice is to turn around, and perhaps....ah....put it to better use, mmm?

VM

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Incredulous, the still flabbergasted, but now, giggling weakly Danny Phantom uncertainly swept the chocolates away from the bed, carefully sweeping some of the kisses to the side in order to sink into a small space on the mattress suitable enough to do so. Gods forbid that he actually get chocolate stains, anywhere. They'd be impossible to get out.

But, needless to say, that was not really occupying his mind at the moment.

Danny continued his weak laughter, shaking his head in astonished, and now, quite frankly, amused introspective.

Vlad had come to see him. Odd his....gift may have been.....

Danny felt a blush rise to his face as he slowly pulled the small card to his face again, bright smile feeling permanently transfixed onto his features.

Of course. The teenager had to resist rolling his eyes, but he felt immensely pleased, regardless.

How very Vlad. Feeling an odd sense of buoyancy he had not experienced for over two months as of now, Danny reread the card, laughter at last fading down at the last sentence.

......my only advice is to turn around, and perhaps....

Now feeling rather curious, the boy began to turn slightly-

Only to start back in shock as a pair of scarlet eyes bored into his own, less then two inches away from his own.

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