It's already a while from doing revelations and fluff… with bad grammar(sorry) And time to get rid of this stupid Writer's block. I am also in my craze with Detective Conan/Case Closed again- so fear me. But no- this story has no connection with detective thingy. It just the title… I got it randomly because thinking about 'Case Closed' title at the moment 8U. Totally random thing popped to mind trough 'C'.

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Summary : Speaking about the ghost case these days,… I have my own case right now. Which I couldn't solve by myself neither could my powers. Yeah… my secret being a half ghost is on the line.

Case

Danny Phantom Fan-Fic by Pii

Genre: Mystery/Hurt/Comfort Rating: T

Today would be an awfully big adventure

"…What do you mean by that? They'll never find out, they're too stupid for that,"

"But Danny, they already found the band-aid from last time,"

"Shut up, Jazz, they won't."

"Danny-"

"I say QUIET!"

Silence.

Yeah, I don't want to believe this truth. They knew. No, I mean, they almost know. Just almost. No, they can't know my secret. They just found the band-aid I used- what's the big deal? I just can say to them I was tripped and hurt my leg. It was the band-aid from that time. Jazz told me they already have some suggestions in their mind. But no, I can't believe that. They're too stupid for that- (even I don't understand why I call my own parents stupid) it's already a year. A year has been passed from keeping that secret from my family.

Jazz began to commenting back with a sigh, "But, Danny… I overheard their talk downstairs before- you should really tell them. They're already curious enough. With all your strange behavior, that band-aid, and all those things happened in last one year…"

I guess it just me who don't want to believe the truth… Yes- I didn't want to. They can't- this can't be happening. My wild imaginations flashed in my mind- they'll kill me.

"Listen Jazz… they are not- they can't be know-" I lowered my voice.

Yep, it just me… who don't want to believe.

Suddenly I feel grips on my shoulders, and my sister's eyeshot got to my sight. "Danny, listen to me!" That sure scared me a bit- and made me to listen. Here comes her sisterly voice.

"They won't do anything to you…"

Silence again…

"…I promise,"

Wow

Jazz even did a promise… what do I know? That psychology sister does know everything- I knew it.

But it's still not making me less-scared to face my parents.

And for now, I presents to you: Report for Amity Park- brought by the one and only specter protector (or you can say Public Enemy Number One), Danny Phantom. Ghost case in Amity Park is not even lowered a single bit! Especially for Skulker the worst- I mean best hunter in the Ghost Zone. Here I am going, the Inspector Danny Phantom- capturing the ghosts and return them into the Ghost Zone in daily as you can say, Case Closed. (But not really closed because they're kept coming trough I already sent them back, duh…)

But as you can see, now I am in a different case- a case with my parents. This time I am the suspected and they're the police (or maybe inspector). Great, just great…

And right now I am standing here with my 'Lawyer' to try to help me with those inspectors… But she doesn't want to help me and kept saying for me telling them the truth. I guess she is not a lawyer at all… I guess I must finish this all by myself.

Now I snapped back into the reality and looking at those puppy dog eyes my sister gave me…

Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiighttt…

But those eyes- I guess I couldn't reject that… But I am still scared. With all those fear of my own parents. Do you guys ever heard about these words? That thinking about the fears are scarier than face the fears by yourself?

Yes, it could be it. But I didn't 'really' believe it. Because these three points: One, they're scientists. Two, they're ghost scientists. Three, they are GHOST SPECIALIST SCIENTISTS! Plus they hated Danny Phantom. Bingo, I am going to die.

But a small voice in my head asked me: 'What's wrong with giving it a try?' I sighed, I guess I'm defeated- "…fine Jazz,"

I will tell them.

I take a brave step to my house. With Jazz- following behind me off course. "Mom, Dad…?" but it's all silence. I hear no reply from anyone in the room. Maybe they're in the other room… I started to search for them in the Kitchen, but they're not there too.

"…Mom, Dad? I want to talk-"

Suddenly I hear some thuds from behind. I turned and found two glimpse dressed in blue and orange. My parents.

"Danny,"

My mom called me, but her (and Dad)'s face looks somehow feared- and guilty. Well, I can't tell. I just stare at them in silence without say anything else. Silence. Nobody talk for a moment- until my Dad opened his mouth and spoke.

"We've got to talk,"

I swallowed hard, but I nodded. Me and Jazz followed them into the living room and get ourselves seats.

Silence again- everyone is quiet, includes me. What I should say? 'Mom, Dad, sorry for not telling you all these times and please don't rip me apart molecule by molecule?' But my voice died in my throat, no words came out. This is sick, I thought. They're my own parents… I am not understands with myself.

Finally I found my voice come out, but still… I am scared. "So…"

"Son," my dad's voice cut off. My parents' eyes locked on me. "We've doing research these days,…" I swallowed again. This is it- they knew.

"…What kind of research…?" I chuckled a bit, obvious question. I knew what they meant- why do I ask? Well, ask that for yourself if you're doing it as well. Now I start to rub the back of my neck again- well, that's a habit.

"You know… about… the ghost portal?"

I gulped.

"The accident… in the lab… last year?" Flashbacks race into my mind. "And your behaviors…" I tried to smile, and chuckle. "Y-Yes, what's with that?" But I know I can't hide it- I am scared from my very bottom toe fingers to the very top of my spiky hair. I'm looking at Jazz, but she just gave me a smile to go for this.

I take a deep breath, I must end this case. "…we've been thinking some possibilities of the accident… and plus, we found that band-aid you used…"

Nobody say anything for a moment again. They knew. They knew I am Phantom…

"…So you know…" I asked them weakly, but more to a fact- yes. It is a fact after all. "We don't know, but… are you…" Mom questioned me, but paused before finish it. "Are you Danny Phantom?"

Ding dong, they said it. I guess I am beaten then. I can't find my voice again. Every clue is pointing to me and my ghost half. They're begging for the fact. I give a small nod, and closed my eyes. I'm ready for whatever will happens after this. To be captured, dissected, or even ripped apart. But I hear soft sobs and warmth around me.

I dared myself to open my eyes, and found my parents are hugging me instead of… trying to kill me. "We're sorry, Danny… we're so sorry…"

What…?

Sorry…? Sorry for what? They didn't do anything wrong. "Mom, Dad… sorry for what…? You guys didn't do anything wrong…" There's no reason to feel guilty right now- as long they accept me, I am happy. And they did accept me. I can see a smile on Jazz's face. That Always-Right-Princess is right again.

Sorry for not believing you, Jazz. I wanted to say, but I must stop this case of crying parents first.

"We hunted you, sorry, Son-" My Dad spoke again, but I quickly grab his shoulders and look at his eyes, then at Mom's. "Mom, Dad! As long you guys accept me, it doesn't matter-" I told them, but their faces- they're still sad. I don't understand why. Slowly my mom's lips opened again to make words…

"But, because of us- you're dying…"

Dying? What the hell- why I am dying? I am not dying-I am just half-ghost. That's all. "Mom, Dad- I am just half-ghost, I am not dying! I am just half-… dead." I tried to explain to them, but they seems don't want to listen.

"…But our research said- because that huge blast from the portal, your body would be gone in last… one year…. Because it can't take all of the damage- at first it make you a half-ghost, but then it will broke your body from the inside… If only we realize about this sooner- maybe we could… fix you… but you're dying… and it's all our fault-"

…

What?

I can't believe that.

"We're sorry, Danny… we're so sorry,…"

There's no way I am dying! I can't be dying- No, this can't be happening. Tears poured from my parents' eyes, and I am too busy thinking to look at Jazz at the moment- I don't know if she cried too, or shook her head in denial.

It's all a dream- it's all a dream. This is a nightmare. I must wake up…

It's true that the case of my secret is finished now. But now I am in another case… And I don't think I can give this case a close…

To die would be an awfully big adventure

…

…angst at the end?... I can't help it. Evil me indeed. Slap me. Shoot me. I can't stop the angst craze at the moment.

The quote at the very beginning and the very end is taken from 'Peter Pan' movie (the one with real people, not Disney version) because I am that crazy over that folktale 8U fear me.

And now what do you guys expect for 'D'? 'Danny'? Hehe… I don't know yet. Any ideas? We'll see it later. XD