[ Author's Note: ] So the end of Chapter 3 was wonk because
writer's block homed in its attack - and then when I typed this
ENTIRE chapter out MY COMPUTER RESTARTED.
AHHHHHHHHHHH

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Chapter Four ~ Homing In On The Feeling

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A scintillating crimson flash and patterns consisting of black swirls and unreadable symbols rotated around the room, illuminating the walls of Howard's bedroom with a vibrant cerise glow. The process temporarily blinded Danny; his eyes went fuzzy and disorientated, black spots dancing across his vision and mocking him in his deprivacy of clear sight. He was having one of those moments when you felt you should have cherished something while it lasted, like how sorry you get for yourself when you have a blocked nose and you wished yoy treasured those moments when you could breath without sounding like you have a nasal disorder. Blinking owlishly, Danny lifted a hand to his forehead and let out a low 'huh?' before a hand dug into the dip of his back and escorted him roughly out of Howard's bedroom. "Howard... why the ectoplasm did you do that...?" Danny blinked again, finding his perspective had cleared up at a considerably rapid rate. He glanced down and found himself staring directly into Howard's determined chestnut brown orbs. "We need to help the ninja, Howard. Let me into your room." Danny's mind was etched with confusion. Wasn't Howard going to discover the ninja's identity with him? Unless...
"Howard, do you know who the ninja is?"

Visibly stiffening, Howard let out a nervous chuckle. "Um... so I think now might be a good idea to tell you something. I know who the ninja is," he glanced to his closed bedroom door, and winced as a pained groan rang out from you-know-who. "But I can't tell you. Sorry, Danny." Stifling a disappointed sigh, he nodded. He completely understood the secret identity business; after all, he had one to keep classified also. Secret specifications happen to be one thing he respected the most. But for him it was easy - no one could force him to shift from Phantom to Fenton and vice versa. It was controlled by him and him only, no matter how hard one tried to gain command over each counterpart. Even better so, if he sustained a serious injury as Danny Phantom and shifted back to Danny Fenton, the wound would be gone. With a ninja mask, someone could quite literally rip the mask off his head and boom, secret identity revealed.

"OK then," he leered, twiddling his thumbs awkwardly, "so what do I do then... just stand here and wait until you're done fixing him up?" The door creaked ever so slightly, and Danny's head snapped towards the noise. Following the squeak of rusted metal hinges came a low, pained groan and the disorintated mutter that resembled something like 'why is there a hole in my chest?'. Counting the fact the ninja had been badly maimed during his battle and his energy had been drained as fast as a running tap, the confused statement sounded humerous and completely bemused rather then displeased at his current predicament. Glancing back at Howard, he flopped against the wall he had previously been pinned against.

"Um, yea, sorry," Howard's tone was etched with the expression of regret, and he winced at the ninja's disgruntled moan of pain. "Look, I gotta go tend to this ninja, so stay here and play on your phone or something." He spun on the scuffed heel of his McKick and shoved the door to his bedroom open carelessly with his kneecap, clicking it shut behind him. The voices on the other end were muffled, but he could clearly pick out two distinct people in there; one was Howard, the other the ninja. He couldn't make out exactly what the ninja sounded like. If he talked to him in his ghostly counterpart, the ninja would either be panicked, shouting, too quiet to hear properly or speaking in that cheesy hero voice he put on when he was very close to another student (excluding Howard, who he seemed pretty cool around).

He had an idea of who this ninja guy could be.

"OK, buddy. Danny is outside and I have my first-aid kit." Howard collapsed onto the bed, beside Randy's weakened form. A pang of sympathy shot through him, and he grimanced at Randy's relived expression; right now, he was most likely thankful that he could take the mask of without risking the importance of his secret identity. Hooking two fingers underneath the fabric of Randy's bloodied shirt, he boldy pulling it over his head, seeing that he had already taken off the slate grey McHoodie and tossed it aside carelessly. Randy didn't even flinch - their relationship was bound too strong for him to care, and they were both comfortable enough with their sexuality. Wincing, Howard briefly ran his chestnut orbs over the wounds. The one in his chest was long but not-so-deep, and the bleeding has ceased naturally. The one in his hip was more like a knife wound, and dug further into his body just underneath his ribcage.

"Is it bad?" Randy didn't dare to move; that could possibly upset the abrasions, and make them even worse then they already were. Dragging the first-aid kit out from underneath his bed, Howard thought about what he should say. If he where to be honest, he would say 'yes, so bad that I think you might die' but that may be because of how paranoid Howard could be sometimes. Judging by the situation, Howard knew that Randy would really appreciate some good positivity right about now. Still pondering about what he could say, the red-headed teenager pulled a roll of clean, white bandages and a packet of disinfectant wipes from the first aid kit.

"Uhm... nah, it's not really that bad. Look, I'm just gonna bandage your hip up, bud. Stay still for me." Howard's tone was softer then usual, and Randy appeared taken aback by it. With steady hands, Howard cleaned the wound using the disinfectant wipes. He was so glad that he had a strong stomach around blood - Heidi would be out of the room and throwing up upon seeing a droplet of the stuff. Being the ninja's offical first-aider, he kinda had no choice and had to stay strong aroynd the wounds he sustained. Although the ninja suit was meant to keep him safe from punches and harsh kicks, sharp objects could pierce through the Tengu feathers as if they were slicing through thin air. Howard could hear Randy's breaths hitching in the back of his throat, each suck of slow. The red-headed teenager guessed he was trying to steady his heartrate and trying not to panick or cry out in pain.

"When are you gonna be done?" Randy hissed, biting his lip so hard he drew blood.

"Hey, hey, hey. Calm down, buddy. I'm just applying the bandage on your hip. Then I'm moving onto the wound on your chest." Howard didn't add the fact that he didn't know how to bandage the wound on his chest - that would only add to Randy's worry.

"Applying is a big word for you."

"I know," Howard laughed light-heartedly, gently wrapping layers of clean bandage around his hip. Randy stayed perfectly still, clutching the edge of Howard's bed so hard his knuckles went bone-white. "Buddy, I'm done on your hip. Can you use art of healing or something on your chest? I don't mean to panic you but I don't know how to treat that one."

Randy didn't look panicked at all. "No, I can't. It uses a lot of my energy up - energy I don't have at the moment."

"Thought so." Cutting the end of the bandage away from the roll, Howard glanced up and met Randy's gaze. His pupils were shruken, showing even more of the startling cobalt colour. They were glassed with pain, the pain that almost shadowed the fierce glint that had always sparked in his hidden corners. He didn't seem like the myterious kind, but Howard knew never to judge a book by its cover - even if Randy had a habit of doing that sometimes. There had always been a more or less furtive side of Randy, though he was careful as to not to let it show. Everyone prefered him being loopy then him being... well, NomiRandy. The mere memory of that guy was startling - he was so different, yet everyone failed to see the difference between them while Randy was being held captive in the Nomicon. Even Howard, who had simply though he had been defying the Nomicon and it had changed him dramatically. Riddles were enough to soften anyone, let alone a huge softy like Randy.

"Howard, I'm hungry."

"Ooh, am I glad to hear that, Cunningham. It means you're feeling better."

"You just want icecream sandwhiches, don't you?"

"No, it means you're OK."

"It means you want food, Howard."

"... touche."

(A/N: This part's ending is really abrupt. I'm sorry. Writers block is a mass murder.)

It was a typical evening in Norrisville; the air was pleasantly warm, with soft pink clouds floating across the vibrant rays of vibrant sunset colours and a light breeze sweeping over the rolling hilltops upon the horizon. There was little life on the outskirts, most teenagers homing in on Greg's Gamehole or sitting around at their houses. Sidelights illuminated the pavements with an eerie orange glow, with shadows of moths darting across every so often. Positively, it was peaceful. Sam was enjoying it thouroughly; but she did miss Danny. Ever since they had moved to Norrisville to complete a mission (which they had no idea what to do in), Danny had been hanging out with two dorks named Randy and Howard. Personally, she wished they weren't in the way - they had an assignment to finish, and these two idiots would never know. Why would they? It wasn't like they had anything important to do with their lives, such as ghost hunting or world saving. Still, Sam felt something suspiscious about them, namely Randy. Everytime one of these weird robots or monsters came around Randy would be gone, and the Ninja of Norrisville High would oh-so-suddenly appear. Then, when the fight is over and the ninja smokebombs out of the scene, Randy just happens to be back from supposedly cowering in the boy's bathroom or a trashcan. Yeah, sure.

"What an idiot," she muttered to no one in paticular, violet eyes darting about to study the scene around her. There were rows upon rows of houses, with yellow squares of electrical light bathing the pavement in front of each window. The streets were empty enough to be slightly nerve-wracking and she could feel the quiet haunting her, though she thought nothing of it at first. Just as she was going to pull out her phone to call up Danny, she heard voices. Three of them - all unfortunately familiar. Stopping promptly at the house she thought they were coming from, Sam's violet orbs scaled the walls of the house. It was coloured a pretty brownish orange, with purple trimmings and a dark mahogany front door. On the right side of the house was a small garage, the wide door painted purple and scuffed with imprints of footballs and basketballs that have previously slammed against it. Her eyes followed the stream of yellow light, until she noticed that one window was open. That is where the voices are coming from! Instinctively, she listened.

"-iterally never thought I'd be playing Grave Punchers with the ninja."
Danny?

"I know. I never thought I'd be playing GP with two people I've never even met."

"Ninja, shuddup - I know who you are, you shoob."
... Howard.

"Yeah, yeah. You're punching graves like a girl!"

"It's the first time I've played this!" Danny's voice was a few octaves higher then usual, and ridden with laughter.

"Ninja, how can you punch graves that fast and hang upside down?!"

"Howard, I'm a ninja. 'Tis what I do."

"But you're injured. You got stabbed - twice."

"No, actually, I got stabbed once and slashed in the chest once. Get your facts right, Howard."

Then Danny spoke - or yelled - for the first time for ages. "YES! AHAHAHA! I WON!"

There was a long snort. "...I paused the game, Danny."

More laughter, this time the voice she guessed belonged to the ninja spoke up. "HA! Actually I won. Suck it, Fenton!"

Sam had an eyebrow cocked as she listened. The ninja was playing this weird game called 'Grave Punchers' with Danny and Randy's nerdy little friend? Maybe Danny should come back to the hotel. "DANNY!" she shrieked, earning moans of 'shut up lady!' from the houses surrounding the one she was idly stood at. The window pinged open even more and Danny's head appeared, an exhausted grin on his face and his black hair messy and carelessly brushed back. "DANNY, COME HERE! WE GOTTA GO!" There was a long moan of objection, before the voice of the ninja interrupted it. His voice, too, was ridden with laughter.

"I'll take you downstairs, Fenton," he offered, making Danny laugh as the ninja clambered onto the narrow windowsill just outside of the window and held a hand out as a support beam for Danny. The black-haired teenager grabbed his wrist and ungracefully climbed out after him, latching onto the ninja after seeing the height they were both standing at. "Hold on tight!" The figure, clad in a suit so dark that she could barely see him, fearlessly leapt off the windowsill, one hand grasping Danny's waist and the other above his head, ready to place on the pavement for extra balance. Though he never needed it - he landed soundlessly on two feet, not even flinching as Danny let out a grunt that symbolised 'help me, I'm gonna die.' Glancing at the ninja with uncertainness in her eyes, Sam looped one arm protectively around Danny and smiled.

"Fenton! You nearly beat the ninja!" Howard's voice rang out through the awkward silence, startling the ninja greatly. Snorting, Danny unhooked his shoulder from the uncomfortable position underneath her warm armpit and grinned up cheerfully to the overweight red-head, who was stood with his head sticking out of the window and fat rolling over the edge of it.

"Because I'm awesome, that's why!" Danny chirped in response, making the ninja laugh harder then he already was. For a boy (or girl, but the figure didn't suggest it) with a hero's job, he sure was comfortable with having banter with her friend and Howard the weirdo.

"Sure, Fenton," the ninja gasped between each burst of laughter, "you think that."

Danny sniffed, and stuck his nose out in a fake but snobby manner. "I shall think that, valiant warrior."

"... valiant? Sure."

The ninja spun and glared at Howard, cobalt orbs burning with an intensity that Sam was sure she recognised. "Howard you shoob," he hissed as if imitating an angry snake, "I'm gonna get ya!" With that he sprung gracefully across the gravel driveway and leapt into the air without a sound, pushing off the wobbly purple door of the garage and performing three unneccesary but 'bruce' front flips before diving right through the narrow gap left by Howard when he tried to close it. Only a loud shriek and then two different sets of laughter were heard, followed by the thump of someone falling off the bed and even more laughter.

"Dorks," Danny chuckled, then waved up to them, "bye Howard, bye ninja!" There was no response - both probably to fixated on mauling eachother to a pulp to even notice they had gone.

"Come on Danny," Sam pushed him forward with two fingers digging into his shoulder blades, urging him off the driveway and onto the pavement. It was a lot darker now; the sky was coloured a striking midnight blue, with white, yellow and brown clumps of stars patterning it. There was no breeze, only a now ice-bound air left in the atmosphere that kept both ghost-hunters shivering. They were huddled like penguins by the time they left the peaceful neighborhood and found themselves in the center of Norrisville, searching frantically for their hotel. "Have you had a chance to go ghost yet?" Sam asked through the silence, her violet eyes meeting perky pale blue.

"Twice," Danny responded, kicking a pebble underneath his red sneaker, "one was to say hi to the ninja, and the other was to help the ninja..."

"And...?"

"...and he decaptitated the robot, then fell unconscious."

"Lame."

"No, the ninja is actually quite cool. He's connecte-"
Suddenly Danny stopped both his walking and his talking, lifting one finger into the air as if thinking. Sam also halted and looked back at him, and she instantly recognised his determined expression. His ghost sense was ringing.

"Danny... where's the ghost?"

The teenager's finger ran across the horizion, before it homed in on one paticular spot; Norrisville High School. He glanced at Sam with a knowing expression, and pulled his Fenton Thermos from his ragegd backpack.

"I think it's time to go ghost, Sam."

[ Author's Note: ] Yeaahh the ending is crappy and the whole thing
is kinda bad but it'll do. Sooo yeah a review would be nice...
also check out my oneshot... I had WB (writers block) and I wrote it... meh.

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