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Chapter Three ~ Injured
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"Detention deficent disorder..." Randy sung under his breath, almost so unaudibly that it slipped past Danny's keen hearing. My hearing is keener, Randy had thought upon realising just how good his hearing was, ...but it's also a death sentence. The memory itself made him go insane - but he couldn't remember it much anymore. Besides, the chattering students around him was far too noisy to think properly, let alone remember stuff. He continued singing for a little while longer while lazily writing up each long, cruel question on his crumbled sheet of paper, until he was elbowed in the ribs sharply by Howard.
"It's not band practise, Cunningham. Shut up before I smack you with the Nomicon."
"It's a catchy song, Weinerman."
Sniggering in amusement, Howard had to say he agreed. The song they had written and performed many, many times to a crowd, named 'Disorder,' was actually very catchy. Glancing up at Danny and Sam, the red-head opened his mouth and began singing too. "'Cause I've got a terminal case of detention deficant disorderrr," he crooned, automatically tuning in with Randy's singing and matching their voices like he did while they practised for their Norrisville-centered band, Thirty Seconds to Math. Around the school, they sometimes got a few comments on their singing - apparantly they weren't even that bad. Although, Howard knew very well that Randy was a lot better at singing then he was. In fact, Purple-Hair was a natural at it. His beautiful voice could flow like a calm ocean and meddle easily into another's voice, harmonising both nicely. He also knew when to make his pitch higher or lower, even if Howard didn't, and he had a habit of doing it where Howard would least expect it. But it usually made the song sound a whole lot better. Their favorite song had to be 'Disorder,' because both of them enjoyed the chorus part (the part they had been singing) greatly, and it matched their tones with perfect precison. It was written that way, they supposed.
Danny finally looked up as Randy sung the last bit of the song, "and I got it baaaaaaaad" with a soft angelic voice, and his jaw dropped. "You guys can sing?!" he gawked, his icy blue gaze glassed over with amazement and a hint of humor. "Like, do you have a band, or...?"
"Thirty Seconds to Math. The song we were singing is called 'Disorder.' My favourite one," Howard offered helpfully, all the while dropping his pen onto the desk with a careless clatter to announce he had finished, "and Cunningham's too."
"You guys sounded good when you harmonised," Danny flashed a grin at them, and Sam didn't even look up from her paper. Trust Sam not to care. Quite frankly, Danny loved music. He wasn't very talented in the music industry, but he loved it none the less. Apart from the occasional hum along to a song he knew that come on the radio on a long car journey or in the supermarket, he had never really been interested in doing anything such as forming a band. "Did you write that song?"
"Yeah," Howard retorted, "of course we did."
"'Cause I've got a terminal case of detention deficant disorder..." Randy sung, his voice almost angelic, "and I got it baaaaaaaaaad..."
"As you can see, it gets catchy." Howard turned back to the front of the room, where Mr. Bannister was going on about something no one was really listening too.
"Randy, you have a really nice voice," Danny remarked, smiling as Randy scoffed with a snort.
"My dad used to sing. If I had a good voice, then I'd sing a whole lot more."
"...used to?"
"Y-yeah," Randy hesitated, before putting on a small smile, "my mum kicked him out of the house when I was only seven - he wasn't really... uh..." The purple-haired teenager glanced at Howard, as if silently asking for help.
"Let's just say he wasn't really the nicest dad ever," Howard said quickly, lowering his voice, "Randy gets touchy when talking about him."
"Guys, I'm fine. Look, it's my fault for mentioning him. That was seven years ago - I'm over it," offering a wider grin to Danny, Randy pretended to be writing more, even though his pen wasn't touching the paper.
"If you're sure," Danny responded softly, "hey, do you guys do gigs? Like, as Thirty Seconds to Math, I mean?"
Randy seemed to brighten up considerably, and he put on a lively lopsided grin. "Heck yeah we do. We go all over Norrisville. Like CluckFest, or the Battle of the Bands they put on up the road from here. We aren't that popular outside of Norrisville but-" just then the shrill of the school bell rung in the air, and the sound of happy chattering and scraping chairs stopped Randy from continuing. It was lunch period now.
"Cunningham, someone wants you." Howard steadied his stride and elbowed Randy's tan knabsack, which wad blinking a vibrant shade of crimson at an almost blinding scale. Quirking an eyebrow, Danny watched as Randy muttered something inaudible into Howard's ear and suddenly shot off at a soundless sprint, clutching his knabsack closed as if trying to hide something. The expression earnt a cough from Howard, who appeared to have noticed Danny's perplexed look and spoke quickly in order to fill him in. "He's going to nom- ...I mean, he's going to the bathroom...?"
Somehow Danny doubted that.
"Ninja kick!" a foot collided heavily with the snout of a robo-panther, sending it staggering backwards into the trunk of a tree. With an outraged roar, the creature swung a long, heavy tail towards the ninja's ankles, only for him to skillfully dodge the attack by quite literally leaping backwards - not without the unnecessary backflips, of course. Cobalt orbs narrowing and lips twitching lightly into a smug smirk, the Ninja of Norrisville High drew the familiar steel katana out of the back of his suit (who knows where he keeps that thing?), juggling the comfortable handle between his hands with expert precision. The robo-panther, unsheathing razor claws from its two front paws, sent out another furious howl, before it bounded towards the ninja in long, confident strides.
"Ninja slice!" Randy dived for one broad paw, brandishing his katana in one hand and using the other to aim his strike, only to find a hard blow struck against his chest; a searing pain shot through his entire body, paralysing his entire body with the torment coarsing through his veins as he tumbled to the grass. "McFizzle sticks," he hissed, not really hearing what he was saying - his brain was swimming and the noises were muffled around him, and he struggled to stay conscious for a few moments. Drawing a hand up to where the claw his struck him, he was rather dismayed to realise that the crimson liquid left on his fingers was in fact blood. He patted about for his katana to distract himself from the oncoming robo-panther, and was only left frustrated when he found it sunken to the hilt in the soft springtime dirt. He could basically hear Howard now; get off your butt and beat the thing up, Cunningham!
Pushing himself clumsily to his feet, Randy drew his trusty pair of nunchucks out of who-knows-where and pulled them apart; they swung violently as him arm did, dealing a blow onto the robo-panther's muzzle and causing it to lurch backwards once more. Without giving it time to recover, Randy "ninja sprint!" -ed towards the teetering creature and landed a heavy clout to its stomach. This attack was only returned by another brutal swipe, this time the claw dug into his hip instead of his chest. Biting back a scream, Randy stumbled - but he knew he had to spurr on, in order to protect the terrified students. "C'mon Cunningham," he muttered to himseld under his breath, scrambling rather ungracefully to his feet. There wasn't a lot he felt like doing - the pain was unbearable, and he could barely move without his brain spinning like a merry-go-round gone wrong. Letting his katana clatter to thr ground, he shut his eyes and appeared to be ignoring the robo-panther bounding towards him in ground-shaking leaps. But, in fact, he was only attempting to rebuild his energy, so he could deal a powerful blow that he doubted Viceroy had prepared for.
"Ninja Tengu fireball!" the shout was relentless, and he could feel the comforting glow of the Tengu flames surrounding his body. The colours on his suit inverted and illumated the ground around him, and the energy collected into the palm of his hands. Thrusting his arms forward with a scream of effort (and pain), the fireball that had been pent up in his hands whizzed at an incredible speed toward the robo-panther. It struck it on the baseline of its jaw, blowing its head right off with the powerful hit. Despite the victory, Randy felt like the wonkiest wonk on the planet. He could feel the lightheadedness increase dramatically, and black spots began dancing across his vision.
The last thing he saw was a flash of white and green before everything went black.
Danny had been so focused on schoolwork that he had completely forgotten he had a ghostly counterpart. Back home at Amity Park, he was shifting into his 'Danny Phantom' parallel nearly everyday, because he had a job to do; battling and capturing ghosts with evil intentions. But here? There was only stanked students (at least that was what Randy called them) and robots. He didn't even have to do anything to protect the students, because they already had the Ninja of Norrisville to kick their butts. And boy, was that guy good at his job. He moved like lightning and had the energy of a bouncy puppy - a little bit like Randy, actually - all the while effectively insulating the students and not-so-much school property. It was getting a tad boring here now, while there was nothing to do. Just as if he wasn't half-ghost. That was why he thought he'd jump in while the ninja was struggling.
Danny could see the ninja was having trouble. He was lying on the grass, attempting to lever himself up on his elbow while holding his hand to where Danny had seen the claw on the robo-panther strike him. Not taking time to comtemplate the predicament, Danny briefly transformed into his ghostly counterpart and levitated himself into the air. It felt good to be back as his 'Danny Phantom' side after a few boring days of not doing so. The last time he had shifted, it was only because he had spotted the ninja sat on a treetop early in the morining and decided to talk with him as a hero rather than a student. With a smirk, Danny threw his balled fists out and shot towards the battle before him, just as he guessed the ninja attempted to strike the final blow. He could barely hear what the taller figure was shouting over the confused students and brief mutters of 'Jack Frost in a jumpsuit?' but he suddenly knew exactly what he was doing - vibrant orange flames surrounded his body and the suit's colours inverted, making the grass around him glow and scald under the heat. A fireball whizzed towards the robo-panther's large head, before it struck a blow upon its jaw squarely and pinged it's head from its body.
"Brutal," Danny laughed, hovering lower to the ground. He glanced over at the ninja, who didn't look too excited about his impressive victory. Suddenly realising that the ninja was bleeding from a large wound on his chest, Danny shot towards him and caught him before he hit the ground.
"Gee, how deep did that thing cut you, ninja?" Danny really didn't expect an answer from the unconscious hero figure, and therefore felt rather silly talking to himself like that. The wound looked pretty bad; the ninja suit was sliced where the claw had struck him, with shiny black feathers scattered across the ground just underneath them both. Is the suit made of feathers? Didn't he mention something about the Tengu being a bird demon? IS HE A BIRD DEMON?! Danny chuckled to himself, knowing how paranoid he was. Where the suit was ripped there was a long, bloodied gnash - it made Danny wince a bit and feel a pang of sympathy. Despite the ninja being unconscious, it must be incredibly painful to just breath, let alone fight that robo-panther. The Tengu fireball must've sapped his energy like wildfire (pun not intended). Upon further inspection, Danny realised that his breathing sounded off, and his ankle was twisted at an angle that made him grimance.
"Is that the ninja? Wha-what did you do?!" Danny looked up to see Howard, who was racing towards them at a speed he thought impossible for someone of that... weight.
"I didn't do anything! I was just coming to help and-"
"Who are you?!"
"My name is Phantom, I'm a hero from somewhere else. I'm also a halfa."
"Halfa...?"
"Half-ghost, half-human."
"Weird." Howard looked as if he really didn't care about whatever he was. "Give me Ra- I mean, give me the ninja before you hurt him even more! What happened!?"
Danny winced at Howard's distraught expression, before stepping away from the ninja's unconscious body. "Take him. I gotta go, now."
"Shoo, Spook-Boy."
"Psst, I think he's waking up, Danny!"
The voices were muffled and disorientated. The comforting hum of the ninja suit enveloped him in unimaginable warmth, and something urged him to open his eyes. Groaning quietly under the mask, one cobalt eye flickered open and Randy found himself staring into two concerned faces - Howard and Danny. He felt his heartrate increase out of panic and he could feel the suit heating up a little. "W-wha...?" he shifted slightly, and glanced around him. It was familiar... Howard's room. He was in Howard's bedroom! But... why?
"Ninja?" Danny's icy blue eyes were owlishly wide, and his expression symbolised great disquiet.
"What the j-juice happened?" Randy could barely think, and searing pain shot through his entire body. Biting back a scream, he shook his head as an attempt to clear his head.
"You got hurt, ninja." Howard offered him an innocent smile, "but I've fixed you up as best as I could."
Not returning the smile, Randy levered himself onto his elbow. "Uhm... oh, uh, thanks. Look, I have to go now, bu-" suddenly the pain grew unbearable, and he let out a scream; he flopped back into the pillow and struggled to breath.
"Danny, you gotta go. I have to take the mask off to fix him and-"
"No, I can stay, Howard! I won't tell who he is. We both won't!"
"Go, Danny!"
"Howard, he's gonna die if you don't hurry up!"
Randy briefly remembered two fingers slipping under the mask before he finally lost consciousness.
[ Auther's Note: ] Hehehehe, sooo writer's block spilt orange juice on the imagination machine at the last part...
If you didn't understand it, basically Randy got hurt badly during battle and he woke up in Howard's room
with Howard and Danny, and then something (to do with a certain demon bird) happened and he started
like screaming 'n stuff like that, and he had to take off the mask...
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