[ Author's Note: ] So, ahah, I took a while off because I was having family problems and
all that - I also hurt my leg falling of a horse (I literally flew). AND I've been topping up my
Danny Phantom knowledge; I discovered I'm in love with the DP/PJ crossovers. Hehehehehe.
Also I've learnt what most of Danny's powers are, why Dan is a big a-hole, ect. It's lookin good so far!

Can I just say that I have no idea whether Skulker has nets. Ahaha

I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM OR RANDY CUNNINGHAM: 9TH GRADE NINJA
(I wish I did though)

Also, the end of this chapter is responses to reviews!

Chapter Five ~ Ghost Fight

oOo

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

Danny balled his fists at his side, ice-blue gaze scanning the horizon with a discombobulated air surrounding his aching mind. Right now, he was really hoping that the ghost causing trouble was only someone like Box Ghost or the Lunch Lady. He'd even be content with Technus - although the long-winded speeches did get a tad too tedious for him. Why would a ghost be here in Norrisville? There wasn't a portal here... was there? Unless... did his parents actually bring the Fenton Ghost Portal with them? If they had, this would be bad. Like, blow-up-unprepared-and-slightly-insane-town bad. They may be used to the stanked students and robot attacks that occured daily, but what about ghosts? His mind played an image of the Ninja of Norrisville High attempting to slice his katana through the body of a ghostly entity, then getting smacked in the gut by a fist he thought would go intangible as it reached him. A smirk crossed his features at the very thought. "I'm goin' ghost!" he hissed under his breath, being careful not to let anyone but Sam overhear the phrase. A halo of intense glowing light hula-hooped his waist and split into two, the area underneath each ring converting as it crossed over his body.

"What are you waiting for, a red carpet? Move it, dipstick!" Sam's sharp voice carved into his skull, and he turned to face her with radioactive green orbs. The breeze lightly swept back his white hair - the colour being so white, in fact, that it put snow to shame. A dim, colourless glow radiated off his body like light off a lightbulb, bathing the area beneath his floating feet with a soft light. Resisting against the strong urge to respond with a snarky comment about the process taking time, Danny morphed his legs into a ghostly spectral tail and shot off across the sky, the Fenton Thermos dancing at his hips as he moved with remarkable speed. Oh, how good it felt to be back in his ghost counterpart and to fly. Flying was one of the best parts of being a halfa. It was thrilling to see the sights. And boy, was Norrisville gorgeous from a bird's eye view. Lights dappled the ground in a range of colours; yellow from the average houses, green from the pyramid thing and purple from some other random places (purple lights? Really?). Hovering over the area he guessed the ghost invader was located, he allowed himself to freefall from the clear skies for a couple hundred meters. It was then that he realised just how high he had been flying, and laughed as he plummeted towards the ground.

"Where are you, ghost?" the teenage hero muttered to himself, toxic green irisies searching the ground that was growing nearer and nearer by the second. Suddenly forgetting to fly, Danny pushed into intangibility in order to avoid breaking every bone in his body upon making contact with the ground. The bottom half of his body fell through the dampened tarmac, before he found himself able to phase from the road without a scratch. Smooth landing, Fenton he thought with a charmed inward laugh. Hovering a few feet into the air, he carefully evaluated the area. It was around where they had moved only around a few weeks back, with the familiar Ops Centre in the process of being stablized onto their brand new roof and abandoned cars scattered across the roads from which citizens had ran from in order to escape an unknown force. Probably the ghost - finally, a fight he speciallised in. Not robots; that was the ninja's job. Wondering whether the ninja had left Howard's house by now, he quickly checked to see if the black-clad Tengu warrior was present. And if he wasn't being stealthy and hiding from his keen vision (being stealthy is what ninjas do, right?), it was safe to say that he wasn't around right now. This was good in a way - his bright personality, although positively optimistic, was a little too much to handle sometimes.

"WHELP! I knew you'd be here! I will hang your pelt on my wall!" a loud, brash voice sliced into his skull and Danny spun round in the air, gloved hands alight with a glowing green ectoplasmic substance. Upon seeing who it was, he forced his body to supress his laughs. Of course, the first ghost that had arrived in Norrisville had to be this walnut, the one ghost who wanted his skin hanging on a wall (although, he was sure there were many more in the Ghost Zone that would enjoy his 'pelt' on the end of their bed). Fists flickering a intoxicated green, the halfa hovered a few meters closer to the ghostly hunter.

"What are you doin' in Norrisville, Skulker?" he asked with a smug smirk, the ectoplasm slowly dying down on his silver gloves. This cocky ghost, while withholding as much more threat then Box Ghost or Lunch Lady, had been on his (...spectral) tail for years on end. He was pretty easy to take down on a good day.

"I will have your pelt, Whelp!" came the bitter response, making Danny chortle with laughter.

"Still gross, Skulker. Still gross."

With a long roar of outrage, Skulker shot towards Danny in a lightening-fast blur of dark purple and flaming neon green. The movement was fast; but Danny was faster. He whipped away from hitting-range and fired an ectoplasmic emerald blast at the streak's back. It hit its intended target with perfect aim, and Skulker lashed round in the air to face his attacker. "WHELP!" he screamed in fury, delivering a perfect roundhouse kick to the halfa's stomach so suddenly that Danny didn't have time to dodge it or allow the foot to pass through him. For a moment, he didn't realise that he was lying on the pavement with a purple bruise forming on his torso until there was a lime-green net wrapped around his body and a foot resting against his forehead. Muffling a sigh, he found that trying to phase through his captor was rendered useless - it must be ghost proof. Made sense, considering the fact that Skulker had made the mistake again and again countless times during the past. Maybe he finally came to his senses and actually used something that might succeed to contain him for more then two minutes (probably not).

"Ow," Danny groaned lowly, "I must say, that was a mighty good kick. Too good if I'm honest. That hu-"

"Keep quiet, Whelp, until I decide whether to skin you dead or alive!" Skulker's neon green glare was immoral, but Danny was promptly unfazed by it.

"Terrified," the halfa remarked sarcastically - Skulker tended to tell a couple of unintentional white lies in these situations. Quite frankly, Danny had grown used to the threats and decided that they were completely harmless. They just made him laugh.

"I may just skin you alive if you don't shut up, Whelp."

"Oooh, so scary." Danny expressed his non-existent terror with a side of jazz hands, the glowing ropes on the ghost-proof net rubbing against his gloved fingertips.

"I have decided - alive it is, Whelp. I have had enough of your unimportant comments. Let us go through the Ghost Por-"

"Ooh. I've never seen him before. He your floating grandad, Phantonio?"

Danny's keen hearing focused intently on a confident voice that hadn't been in their conversation for the past few minutes, and he glanced around for its source with toxic green orbs. They set on one particular area; a shadowed allyway, located just a couple of blocks away from their new house (he would never consider it his home, even if it did have the Ops Centre and neon sign attached). Grasping the net in gloved hands, the halfa strained to pick up the sound of discreet footsteps, extremely silent despite his heightened senses. A black shadow twitched in the corner of his eye and he whipped his head round, only to see a whisp of familiar crimson dart past with such speed that Skulker barely even had time to react properly. He suddenly realised just who it could be, and most likely he was correct. What other stealthy red-and-black immortal would be wondering around Norrisville other then their resident ninja? Smiling in relief, he sat back on his haunches and waited patiently for his rescue. It was unlikely that Skulker had prepared the netting he was currently contained in for a sharp blade to slice through the roping, considering that Danny owned no weapons other then his ghostly abilities.

"Grandad?" Skulker gaped into a random direction, unable to locate the ninja's whereabouts, "Who are you calling grandad, puny mortal?"

There was a snort of amusement, and a shadow darted through the orange pool of light radiating off an old streetlamp. "Puny. Hehehe. Phantonio, what is that? Your ghost friend?"

"No," Danny responded gleefully, "it's just Skulker. He's a ghost too, but he's a full one. Not a half one, like me."

"Ahhh. I'm guessing I can't slice through it, then."

"Naw," the halfa reached through the wide holes in the net upon seeing a lanky figure beside his own, "mind helping me out?"

"Mmkay."

"Don't cut my head off, ninj."

"I won't, nerd. Shuddup and let me slice."

The sound of a blade unsheathing alerted him to his rescuing, and Danny shifted away from the noise upon pure instinct. Just in case, he pushed his body into intangnibility and waited until the remains of a ghost-proof net fell around his feet. "Thank you," he said gratefully, floating into the air. He could see the ninja clearer now - he was stood facing Skulker just behind him, his trusty katana being flipped around expertly in nimble hands and his fingertips glowing in Tengu flames. "Hey, is your Tengu thingy out of control again? I wouldn't think you would use that ability very often, ninja." A look of understanding passed over the halfa's features and he glanced at Skulker, who was gawking at the broken net still laying in pieces on the damp tarmac.

"... Uhm... I guess," the ninja said in response, "I don't really know if I'm honest. Yo, you gonna tell me how to beat this honkin' Skulker guy or are we gonna let him murderously try to kill you?" A laugh bubbled through Danny's throat and he stared at the ninja's confused expression, the topline of the eyepieces positioned in a way that symbollised he had an eyebrow quirked.

"It'll be better if I show you," Danny remarked, before converting his legs into a spectral tail and whizzing towards Skulker with unforgetable speed.

"Whelp, who is this mortal of who you are currently conversating with?" Skulker lisped, anger evident on his semitransparant physiognomy. An emerald ectoplasmic blast errupted from the ghostly hunter's fists, followed by a roar of rage that sent the ninja visibly shaking with laughter. Rolling his eyes, Danny nonchalantly dodged the attack and fired one of his own, this one hitting Skulker squarely on the jaw. It seemed as if nothing made this ninja quiver with fear, or scream out of terror. Everything was just one big joke to him; it was kind of amusing actually. For instance, the other day Danny could have sworn he had seen the ninja lying on the floor laughing as a rather big stanked student had towered over him, a derped expression on his 'face'. If this guy was actually immortal, surely he would just focus on defeating the creature and leaving soon afterwards? Wouldn't he expliot his experience from 800 years and take down the threatening entity instead of fooling about?

"It sounded like he burped really loudly," the ninja remarked through his fits of hysterical laughter.

"Usually it does," Danny sent him a toothy grin in response, before turning back towards the problem.

"Do not ignore me, useless ghost!" Skulker hissed darkly. The laughing that had been errupting from the ninja exploded once more, this time harder then ever.

"Does he realise that he's a ghost as well?" the ninja chuckled, finally managing to compose himself after around a minute of failing miserably at doing so. Promptly ignoring the rhetorical question, Danny fired another ecto-blast at Skulker's chest. It hit him squarely, and Skulker stumbled out of the air and onto his mechanical feet from the shocking impact. Instead of laughter, there was a sharp gasp of awe and the ninja nimbly leapt onto the narrow windowsills of a random house, using his cerise scarf as a balancer as it wrapped around a steel flagpole.

"What?" Danny asked self-consciously, firing another blast. This time, the attack had a bigger effect upon Skulker; the other-wordly hunter staggered backwards, and was unable to stop himself from falling to the ground. Taking advantage of the moment, Danny quickly whipped the Fenton Thermos from his white belt and popped the cap. He proceeded onwards in holding down the button on the side of the 'soup cannister'; a blue ray of ectoplasmic light beamed from the open ghost container and hit Skulker squarely in the chest with it. Soon enough, the Fenton Thermos was full of an extremely angry Skulker and the lid was screwed on tightly.

"You can shoot ectoplasm from your hands! I can kind of do that, except its either a fireball or my Art of Healing. But your ecto-blasts are awesome, dude. I need tho-"

Danny cut the ninja off, a frown on his face. The halfa hovered closer towards him and silently set his feet down on the tarmac. "How did you know it was ectoplasm?" he asked.

"A) it's green. B) you're a ghost - well, half ghost."

"How do you know that ghosts are made of ectoplasm?"

The ninja paused, striking cobalt eyes sparkling brightly with energy. "Erm," he hesitated visibly, "I guess I just know... it's like, a classic movie thingie, isn't it?" One eyebrow quirked, Danny watched as the ninja suit errupted in orangey flames and the colours inverted, making the wearer of the suit squeal like a little girl and dive onto the tarmac in one smooth motion. "What the juice is wrong with my Tengu abilities!" he cried, hopping from foot to foot while grasping the fabric of his cerise scarf. "It keeps doing this!" Silently amused from the ninja's state of panic, Danny stepped forwards with the intention of steadying his alarm. The reaction he was returned was completely unexpected.
"Don't, Phantom. It'll burn you - badly. These aren't normal flames." The ninja's tone was deadly serious, and made Danny hesitate. Usually, his voice was so... carefree. But now he was acting so stony-faced; as if it wasn't something to joke about like he usually did.

"OK... so why doesn't it burn you?" Danny mentally facepalmed. Obviously it wouldn't burn him, dipstick!

"Uh... I guess it just doesn't," the ninja responded, cracking his knuckles as an anxious gesture. It was kind of like how Danny rubbed the back of his neck when he was nervous, something that Sam often called him out on. A soft crimson glow illuminated the floor beneath the ninja and he visibly stiffened, a hand patting his back lightly. "Looks like I gotta take this," he coughed awkwardly.

"Wait, before you go... what does that book even do?" Danny asked, wincing slightly and instantly regretting even asking him about it. He had no idea whether it was a touchy subject or not. WHAT IF IT'S THE SOUL OF HIS DEAD GRANDMA?! he screamed inside, then inwardly laughed to himself. Oh, how paranoid he can be sometimes.

"It's just my teacher. I shloop, I vloop. Cyanara!" and with that odd sentence, the ninja opened the book and collapsed unconsciously onto the tarmac.

Shloop? Vloop?

[ Author's Note: ] Sorry it's so short, I just really wanted to post again
Nothing really important happens it's just a filler ;3 Something interesting
will happen in the next chapter!

Candy Phantom: you used to call me on ma cell phoone...

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Ugh, and a bunch more reviews. I'm lazy af.

WILL ONLY POST A NEW CHAPTER WITH 35 REVIEWS