Well, hello again. Fast update; don't get used to it. I had desires to write more~ But unfortunately, you will get no more of this story until the next chapter of "Inevitable" is up. (Motivation~) If you're curious about how I'm coming along with updates, visit my DeviantART account, TransparentlyHere.
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"Danny it's your jerk-self!" Sam had called out to him as Fenton Works caught fire.
The boy whipped his head around, in the direction Sam had yelled from. Where is she? Why couldn't he see her? "Sam?" He called out nervously, already having changed into his ghost form to resist the flames and other hazards.
"Danny!" A girl's voice called out frantically, although this time it didn't quite sound like his best friend.
"Jazz?" He asked warily, turning to face the girl with long red hair, orange-red hair which was singed on the ends from the fire.
"Danny, there you are! You have to get out of the house." Jazz began frantically, coughing as the smoke filled her lungs. "I already got mom and dad out."
Danny looked around, a small portion of his anxiety lifted now that he knew his parents were safe and Jazz more or less seemed okay. "Jazz, I need to find Sam. I think-" a deep breath, the smoke taking no effect on his ghost self- or at least not enough of an effect to be noticeable yet, "Dark's back."
"Dark? You don't mean that evil you from the alternate timeline." She sounded frightened. Jazz had never told him exactly what Dark had done or said to her when he trapped Danny in the future.
"Yeah, him. I heard Sam say he's here. He could be hurting her Jazz! I can't just wait around."
Jazz placed a hand over Danny's arm. "Danny, Sam isn't here."
Danny barely had time to register what his older sister had just told him as a voice called out. "Danny, help!"
Danny grabbed Jazz and turned intangible, going through falling debris and flames. It didn't matter; in their current state, it was impossible to feel anything except the radiating heat from the inferno. Through the house, he dropped Jazz out on the front path, leaving her safely outside the disaster.
"Wait!" Jazz called, but it was too late. The Phantom flew straight back into the house. Flames now blocked the doorway, preventing Jazz from stubbornly reentering their house to help her brother.
"Sam! Sam! Where are you?" Danny called, searching room to blazing room.
"Danny, help." A voice called out meekly followed by an ungodly creepy laughter.
"Sam?"
The phantom took two steps towards the door to the guest bedroom where he heard the noise coming from. It had gotten eerily quiet after the laughing had stopped. The only sounds now were the crackling flames and occasional crashes as something else fell or broke.
As he reached up to push open the door which had not caught fire, he felt two large hands on his sides, directly above his hips. Danny tried to pull away as many strong bolts were coursed through his body, making him emit a strange glow as he lost power and turned human.
"No, it's only me." A dark voice cooed as the young boy lost consciousness.
Danny shot up in bed. What an odd dream? Sugar before bed really was bad; he concluded stretching his arms out and yawning. Swinging his legs out of bed, he pulled the black down comforter off his legs.
Wait a minute. Black comforter? Danny could've sworn his was blue as was everything in his room.
Jumping up off the mattress, he paced towards the mirror, not recognizing the room he was in. His reflection was startling; snow white hair and green eyes informed him he slept in his ghost form, something he'd never tried before. His jumpsuit was still torn, and his face revealed the truth. Flecks of purple and sickly green across his cheekbone sent the memories flooding back.
Dark had kidnapped him and then molested his mouth. He dry heaved, having nothing in his stomach to actually come up.
Shortly after the man left, Danny remembered curling up on the floor in the master bathroom attached to his bedroom. He didn't want to go near that bed, Dark most likely sleeps in it. Although that didn't explain how Danny had woken up in the bed anyway.
Oh god. Oh god. He'd been in the room while Danny was asleep. He touched me while I was asleep! I wonder what else he did. What sort of things had his evil self done while the halfa had been unconscious?
He wandered into the bathroom to take a look at it as he hadn't done so because of trauma the night before. It was a startling contrast to Dark's black room; the tiles were white and almost glowing while the walls were a bright white as well. It was a brilliant pearl color unlike the off-white most people have in their bathrooms.
The shower curtain was black naturally, as were the rugs and towels hanging on the wall opposite the toilet. Almost as if noticing the toilet for the first time, he cautiously wandered over to actually use it. As the boy couldn't remember the last time he'd peed.
After that was done, he washed his hands and face in the marble sink, enjoying how the cool water made him feel a tad less disgusting. Reaching over to grab a hand towel, Danny caught the reflection of the door behind him. A black shape made him spin on his heels in a panic only to realize what he'd seen was an outfit hanging on the back of the door.
Taking in the petite stature of the clothing, he figured they were meant for him. Glancing down at his own ripped outfit, he concluded it was an outfit meant for Phantom. Danny smirked to himself; in a small act of rebellion, he switched forms to Fenton- his clothes were perfectly fine.
Unlatching the door which he locked upon entering, he stepped back into the bedroom. Sighing and not exactly quite sure what to do- he was sure that there was no way out of the room- besides wait around for his kidnapper who was probably still pissed at him to show up, he resigned himself to plopping on the leather loveseat at the end of the bed.
"Bored already?" A voice behind him began.
Aaack! Danny almost fell off the couch. "Would you stop that?"
"Stop what?" The phantom asked, sitting cross-legged on his bed on top of Danny's disheveled blankets.
"Stop just appearing in here!" Danny yelled, clearly frustrated.
Dark crawled forward on the bed towards his younger self. This time Danny did fall off the couch, making Phantom laugh and scowl in annoyance at the same time. "Would you rather I came in the door? Perhaps leave it open for you?"
Yes.
"That'd be quite nice if you'd like to do that."
"Shame. I'm not nice." Dark dismissed him passively. Suddenly, he was gone, and in the next moment, behind Danny, pulling the hybrid to his feet. And once again, he was gone. Only to appear again, tossing Danny a bundle of fabric. "Put them on."
"I don't want to."
"I don't recall asking if you wanted to or not." Dan growled, thrusting the clothes at the boy, smashing them against his chest.
Danny flung them away onto the couch. "No."
"No?" Dan asked, grabbing his wrists tightly.
"Ou-ouch! That hurts you asshole!" Danny yelped as Dark's hands moved lower, gripping the hem of Danny's shirt. Hastily jerking the white fabric up until about half the boy's slim torso was revealed, Dark smirked to himself. "What- no, stop!" Danny yelled, trying to shrug back into the shirt rather unsuccessfully.
"I asked you to put on your clothes; you refused, so I'm making you." Dark shrugged.
"I'll do it myself. Jeez!" Danny snapped grabbing the clothes and beginning to retreat towards the bathroom only to be stopped by Dark's grasp again.
He eyed the boy. "In here. We're both men; men don't change in bathrooms."
"They do if you're in the room." Danny mumbled, turning around and pulling his shirt off.
"Phantom." Dark said.
"What?" Danny snapped, clutching the black clothes to his chest.
"Those are clothes for Phantom, so you should be in your ghost form." Is all he said in response.
The halfa transformed into his ghost as requested. Pulling the jumpsuit off and quickly pulling on his new wardrobe. He was now wearing a black tight fitting sleeveless shirt and very loose black cargo pants. And by loose, he meant if he moved too quickly without grasping the waistline, they'd most likely fall down. Although, they showed off the tops of his bony hips fairly well.
Well, at least my logo is still there. And he still had his white gloves and boots.
Danny turned, glaring at the older ghost who was sprawled at on the couch in a Cheshire cat sort of way. "Happy?"
"For the time being." He said. "Now come here." He held his hands out as if he wanted to hold the boy.
Danny took a few steps forward, in grabbing reach of the Phantom. No use denying the simple request, Dark would certainly get up and force him over if wanted.
Dark placed his hands above his hips as he had done when electrocuting him the day before. Instead of pulling him down or hurting him as Danny suspected he would, the ghost ran his hands down over his hips all the way to his knees in a tantalizingly slow pace. "H-hey!" Danny yelped, trying to jump back. Only to be stopped by claws digging into his hips. Oh god, it hurt.
"Don't move." Dan commanded, running his hands down the front of Danny's chest this time.
"What are you doing?" Danny asked, desiring nothing more than to be able to back up. Anything to put distance between the two.
"It's been a long time since I had your body; I'm reacquainting myself with it."
Before Danny had time to say something insulting, a low rumble bordering on a growl interrupted him.
"Did you just growl?" Dark asked, eyebrow raised. A grin creeping its way onto his face.
"N-no!" Danny shouted halfheartedly; his face was flushed a light red.
The man jabbed his stomach, earning another rumble. "You're hungry." He stated bluntly, not even bothering with a question. He rose off the couch, grabbing Danny's wrist as he did so. "Let's go."
"Go where?" The boy humored him, following Dark's tug towards the towering black door. Actually daring to wonder what the world outside the bedroom looked like.
Dan raised an eyebrow skeptically. "To eat of course."