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Chapter Two ~ Out Of Control

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The blood-red sun chipped over the ragged horizon, painting the colours with new possiblities through vibrant reds, oranges and purple. There was an ice-cold breeze weaving through the clear air, billowing the long cerise scarf along with it. With a content suck of crisp oxygen, the ninja of Norrisville High shifted his position in the thick canopies of the forest. The view of the sunrise over Norrisville was stunning, and nearly every morning Randy awoke prematurely just to see it. Of course, he always wore the ninja suit; a teenage boy walking around that early would be just plain suspscious to the other citizens. Plus, the suit was rather comfortable, even if it did rub on his eyebrows in an uncomfortable manner. In the numb-minded state he was left in by the gorgeous view of vibrant colours and familiar sihouettes, Randy began thinking about the kid he had shown around yesterday, before the clock struck 'ninja o'clock' of course. Yes, Danny Fenton seemed like a decently average person; a student from Amity Park, the place ridden with oddball ghosts and other ghoul figures. But Randy was sure he was hiding something big, like he was. With his black hair and ice-cold blue orbs, he appeared to be normal - just like himself, just... quiter. When the two teenagers had just met, he made little to no noise with his mouth, and barely smiled except for when Randy made him laugh (the Ranginald Bagel joke made him look like a seal, though. Didn't look like laughing to Randy).

"Crud," he hissed, glancing backwards at his knabsack as the familiar whirr of the Nomicon sprung to life. There was a crimson-red illumination radiating out of the open bag, and he gracefully spun on the thin branch, his weight barely wobbling the surface as he moved. One arm hooked around the strap and he hauled it towards him, feeling the weight of the Nomicon straining against his aching muscles. Man, did catapulting a Tengu fireball drain your energy. After a quick visit with the Nomicon, he had sprinted back to Howard only to find him conversating with Danny. And, after having a bit of a joke around with both Double D and Danny, he had realised just how much he needed to sleep. But, he had been so tired he actually couldn't sleep (forget logic, right?) and decided to visit the views of the sunrise instead. Therefore he didn't get a whole lot of sleep, and he had school today.

"Right, Nomicon. Whatchu got for me today?" he said, moving his hand to open the mysterious 800-year-old book, when a figure floated in front of his vision, shadowed against the blood-red circle of the sun. Upon instinct, Randy dramatically heightened his senses. He only shifted his position when he realised the black on his suit was glowing slightly orange, and familiar orange flames were flickering off his fingertips. Why was he Tengu-ing up? The Ninja sucked in a sharp puff of chilly breath to steady his heartrate, though nothing happened. The flames grew in size and the hovering shape flinched, altering slightly out of the sun's circle. Randy could see a flicker of snowy-white hair and he could smell something that resembled melted playdough, and his breath hitched in his throat. Who the juice is that? The pressure of him watching didn't help; Randy could feel himself being engulfed in warm Tengu flames and he heard a brief gasp of awe from the mysterious figure before he leapt from the branches to avoid setting the tree on fire.

"You need help?" the figure offered, hovering closer to the ground. It was now when Randy noticed the creepy green glow radiating off his muscled (not ripped, just muscled) build, and was he floating?! Why didn't he notice that before? With a hurried nod, Randy sucked in another breath. The Tengu flames were full pelt by now - rippling off the material of the suit, which was already inverted in its colours and glowing a radiant orange. He wasn't sure why they were there; he never called out 'Ninja Tengu Fireball!' and his emotions were in check (not that it made a difference.) So why was he on Tengu Mode? He considered asking the figure whether he knew why, but only himself, the past ninjas and the NinjaNomicon knew about the Tengu's existence.

"What does it look like, Mr. Float-And-Glow? I'm not meant to be on fire until after I request for the Tengu to ignite me. Use your mysterious magic rainbows to put me out, if you don't mind," he responded, voice dripping with sarcasm. The nickname for the guy he wasn't proud of - it didn't even rhyme. What kind of a nickname doesn't rhyme?! Bad ones, for sure. The figure hovered into the orange glow of his flames, and his feet landed with a quiet 'thump' upon the dampened emerald grass. Randy could see him fully now; a tall, but not as tall as him, gawky build, with muscle bridging along his body. His hair was a pure snow white that showed no evidence that it had been dyed, spiked in a familiar way to Danny but not quite the same - windswept, messy. The strands dangled slightly over his ghostly pale skin, nearly covering a pair of startling neon green irisies that could see into your soul if they tried hard enough. On his face was an awe-struck smile, most likely at the flames that engulfed Randy's body. He wore an odd, overly-superhero-like jumpsuit; mainly black, with white points. On the center of his chest was some sort of a 'DP' merged together into some weird shape, and he looked quite proud of it.

"Kay," the figure rubbed his hands together, and then blew out a gentle breath at Randy. He suddenly felt cold, yet the flames didn't go out. It wasn't that they were painful to him, they really weren't, it was just the fear that he would set something on fire. OK, I swear that's Jack Frost. And I need ice breath in my life - so honkin' bruce!

"Trust the Tengu flames," he grumbled, sucking in another breath, "c'mon Tengu, do me a solid. Put 'em out." After nothing happened, he groaned again. "Oh wait, you can't. I trapped you in a stupid stone after you possessed by best friend."

"What's a Tengu?" the figure asked curiously, his voice familiar to Randy, but he couldn't place a finger on who it was.

"Oh, a Tengu is some creepy demon bird who lives in a rock at that school over there." Randy jammed a thumb in the directon of Norrisville High School, dancing around and avoiding staying still so he doesn't set the grass underneath him alight. The flames flickered a shade brighter and spread to his toes, fully engulfing him in the warmth. Strangely, they were actually comforting - the way they wrapped around his body and radiated a beautiful shade of orange, and unusual tone ligher then normal flames. They were almost hypnotic; the way they swept across his build elegantly, the inverted colours of the suit only adding to the grandeur of the effects.

"Ah," the figure responded as if it were nothing out of the ordinary, "soo my name is D- I mean, my name is Phantom. You are?"

Do I really have a 'first' name? "I'm... ninja, I guess."

"Creative," Phantom laughed. That laugh... familiar.

"I know," Randy responded sarcastically.

"Do you have an actual name?"

"Ninja of Norrisville High?"

"No, like an actual name. No, not really - if I told you my identity would be out."

"I feel ya, dude."

But Randy couldn't think of anyone that had a laugh like that. The voice, the body shape, all of that was familiar; but he just couldn't work it out. Maybe it was because he got no sleep, or maybe it was because he had the attention spam of a gnat. He knew that he would get it sometime - probably. After all, he is good at riddles (the Nomicon could say different though) and an identity counts as a riddle... kind of? Suddenly Randy could feel himself cooling down, and the glow faded. "Oh my NINJA, finally you shooby little DEMON BIRD!" With lightening speed and on soundless feet, he sprung back into the cover of the branches. The Nomicon was still glowing desperately at him, growling like a wolf between vexed flashes of crimson. Floating after him, Phantom had his own eerie green glow around his signiture.

"What are you, half-ghost?"

The question, out of the blue, seemed to startle Phantom a little. "Y-yeah," he stuttered in a dither, "I am, actually. How did you know?" The ninja only tapped his nose and smirked under the mask, though he doubted that he could see it. If he were to honestly tell him, he would have to say that he just threw out a wild guess. Judging by the ice breath, the floating and the weird green glowing jig he worked with, he certainly came from Amity, like Danny was. Maybe Fenton would know something about him. All he had to do was ask about it in Spanish, or maybe before the school bell rings if he can find him after a visit to the Sword Smith.

"Sooo... what are you doin' here?" Randy asked out of curiosity. Phantom, looking around the same age as him, lifted both shoulders in a shrug.

"A... guy... sent me here. Not sure why. He just did. What about you?"

Randy's eyes were glassed over with a 'seriously?' expression; the look seemed to expliot anxiousness in Phantom, as he had flinched in the air upon coming into contact with the ninja's cobalt gaze. "Really...?" he rolled his eyes, glancing carelessly at the book next to him with a sigh, "it's in my title. I'm the 'Ninja of Norrisville.' Protecting this dump of a school is my duty, and had been for 800 years. It's daily routine, dude."

Phantom threw him a skeptical look, before it morphed into a small smile. "So you're immortal. Must be... bruce, is it? So did you teach yourself the moves, or...?"

"No, I have a mentor. But I'm not really allowed to show his identity. Let's just say he's not so human as most people think." Randy shifted awkwardly on the branch, glancing at the Nomicon, which was by now throwing blinding flashes of vexed crimson in his direction. Scowling at the Nomicon (because he was oh so used to the dazzling glow) with darkened eyes, Randy hauled it onto his lap and played with the edge of the pages, flicking against the corners of the yellowing paper impatiently.

"Is it that book?" Phantom asked out of blue, much to Randy's dismay.

"Maybe," he narrowed his eyes and Phantom finally tore his gaze away from the book and to Randy, intense cobalt clashing with an ice-cold neon green. "But, I have to go. Y'see, my book wants my undying attention." But before he could open it, Phantom grabbed his narrow shoulder. A cold shiver cascaded through Randy and he jerked away upon instinct, being the kind of person that doesn't really like being cold. Usually the suit would keep him warm, but the halfa's touch went against that for a minute.

"Wait," Phantom barked sharply, then drawing his hands away at the suspiscious glare Randy was throwing at him, "I need you-"

"Look, OK, I g-gotta go before this book murders me for being late. Oh, and the whole flying gig and the ghost stuff? That's bruce, dude, seriously. But for real now, the Nomicon is gonna slap me. Bye now!" Phantom could only stare as the not-so-famous Ninja of Norrisville opened the book and slipped suddenly into the arms of unconsciousness.

A few hours later, Danny was finally at school. It was his first official day at Norrisville High School, and he unfortunately had English with Mr. Bannister. Not looking forward to the lesson, Danny had decided to get up early to watch the sunrise so he had an excuse to sleep in late, only to have a run-in with that ninja guy. But this time, when the ninja had seen him, Danny realised that he had sharply increased his senses and he set himself on fire from the panic of him not knowing who Danny is. When this had occured, a pang of sympathy had coarsed through his brain yet he didn't say anything, only gawking as the colours on the suit inverted and he had fully engulfed everything in 'Tengu' flames. And, as the ninja had leapt from the tree and danced around the grass to avoid setting something on fire while having a conversation with him, Danny learnt some more about the black-and-red clad figure.

"Mornin' Danny," Howard chirped a greeting as the halfa flopped down next to the red-head, making Danny's head whip around to face him. From the unimpressed expression Howard was holding, Danny could tell that he wasn't so happy with the idea of having English either. He didn't think anyone would, apart from Bucky and maybe Flute Girl. Was that what they called her? Secretly Danny thought that her name was something like 'Esmerelda' or 'Jemima.'

"Hi Howard," he groaned in respone, then looking around with a quirked eyebrow. "Where's Randy?"

"He slept in again," Howard offered casually, fiddling with his thumbs and leaning back in his seat. It was then that a certain purple-haired teenager skidded through the open door, slamming into Mr. Bannister's back in the process. Both Danny and Howard snorted as the teacher spun to face whoever collided with him, though Randy shot away like lightning and ducked behind the desk Bucky was sat in upon instinct. Once Mr. Bannister looked away, he dived into his chair, which clattered against the ground with a metallic ring. Though, no one else even flinched at the noise, Danny was greatly startled - maybe it was because the chair was right beside him, with the other side of that chair where Howard had been idly saving the clattering plastic seat.

"Hey," he grumbled with a long, tired yawn, "am I l-late...?"

"Cunningham, the bell hasn't even gone yet." Howard jammed a thumb towards the clock, which was yet to hit 8:30 AM.

Randy let out a long, fustrated groan. "So I could have slept in more?"

With a snort, Danny brushed a hand through his dark hair. Randy looked like he had been dragged through a bush twice, with his tyrain purple hair messy and startling cobalt orbs tired and heavy-lidded. "Pretty much," he giggled, ducking away as Randy threw him a sharp glare. One glare that is far too familiar. Just then the door to the Spanish classroom was swung upon by a brute force and in came the one and only Sam Manson. Her black bob, ponytailed at the back of her head, was neat and shiny as per usual, and her violet orbs darted around the staring classroom with some sort of darkness in her glare. There was a snort from beside Danny, and he noticed Howard was struggling to keep his laughs behind his 'dainty' hands (he hated it when he called them small) as Randy sniggered at a joke he had made. Ignoring his friend's giggly behavior, Danny only focused on asserting Sam's attention over towards him, especially towards the empty seat that was on the other side of him. "Sam!"

Sam glanced up, smiling warmly at the source of the holler, before heading towards Danny. As she sat down, her smile dropped at a considerate rate and Danny found she was glaring darkly at both Randy and Howard. With a discreet giggle, Danny elbowed the teenager sat on the other side to Sam him; Randy, who was clutching his forehead and laughing hysterically at a snarky comment Howard had whispered underneath his breath. "Hello Daniel," she growled in a fake posh accent, diverting her attention back onto Danny. Her eyes, violet and grumpy, were narrowed, and she would sometimes toss glares at Randy when she thought Danny wasn't looking. "So... you're friends with Cunningham." She said the name like it was poison.

"Uh..." Danny, startled that she actually knew Randy's name, hesitated to speak. "Yea... I am. How do you know him?" Suddenly the purple-haired teenager elbowed him hard in the ribcage to get his attention, which Danny momentarily gave to him only to escape Sam's death glare.

"I beat her at the DDR in Greg's Gamehole." Randy answered for her, his signiture lopsided grin decorating his features.

"Tucker nicknamed him Lightning-Toes and said to me 'boy, can that kid move on that DDR platform!'" Sam hissed, tossing Randy another glare - he gladly returned it with a cocked eyebrow and a cheeky poke-out of the tongue.

"Yeah, Cunningham is bomb at the DDR. Mainly it's because of being the ni-" Randy cut Howard off with a sharp elbow in the ribcage and an awkward chuckle, the smile becoming slightly more smiley then he thought natural.

"STUDENTS!" Mr. Bannister's voice was sharp and loathsome, and the increased volume gained the class's attention effectively. Both Randy and Howard were arguing with not-so-quiet hisses and hard elbows in the ribcage, with the occasional chortle of amused (or pained) laughter. "Now, I would like you all divert your attention to moi. We will be talking about - Weinerman, quit snickering like a little girl! - about punctuation and how to effectively use all aspects of each one. The first one we will talk about is the full stop; where do you put this in a sentence? Bucky, how about you tell us?"

Danny tuned the rest of it out, and instead glanced around the packed classroom. This place was so different to Caspar High - bigger, and a little fancier, with a lot of amusing banter passing through the students. The two that horsed around the most were definately Randy and Howard; watching them now, he mentally noted that Howard was absent-mindedly listening to music with a pair of descreet headphones, and Randy was asleep. The sight was certainly amusing, with Cunningham drooling all over the mathbook he appeared to be using as a pillow, eyes shut loosely as if he were only dozing and not actually going to sleep. His tyrain purple hair was flopped slightly over one eye, and one hand was lazily set on the desk underneath his head. Weirdo, Danny smirked, drawing the older McPhone that Randy had allowed him to keep instead of having to go back for the phone he had accidently left back home at Amity Park.

"Danny," Sam growled over the clatter of Mr. Bannister explaining the history behind the 'ancient art of semi-colons.'

"What," he responded absent-mindedly, not meeting her violet gaze and instead snapping a quick picture of Randy drooling over the mathbook.

"Stop perving, Spook Boy, and talk to me. Does he know about your... other half?" Sam hesitated and lowered her voice before she said the last two words,

"Nope - and he never will."

"I don't think you should even talk to him, Danny."

"Just because Lightning-Toes beat you on that DDR, right? Stop letting your paranoid side of you take over."

"You're the paranoid one, Fenton!"

"... so...?"

"Just don't talk to him. Please. The kid is smarter then he acts."

Randy stirred, and Howard snickered at his puzzled expression.

Danny stifled a groan. "It's not like he had anything mysterious to hide, right? He won't find out."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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