Remember

A collection of one-shots based on arbitrary inspirations. #6 - Remember: A certain music-themed ghost confuses herself during her usual haunt.

Remember Piano Arrange Preview: http-s:-/-youtu.-be/PAe9WTdEA38 (Remove hyphens or use link on profile.)

Control. Remember. My name.

She kicked her feet rhythmically, her left boot moving outwards just as her right boot moved in, her right boot moving outwards just as her left moved in.

Out. In.

The fingers of her right hand idly tapped a pattern as she kept watch on the hill.

It was a favorite location for dates. What couple wouldn't like to relax in the spring breeze and gaze at the lovely night sky?

Out. In.

Sounds of a conversation and carefree approachers reached her niche in the crook of a tree branch. The edge of her lips quirked upwards.

She'd found a target.

She could see a girl moving excitably, hand entwined with that of a boy she was dragging up the hill.

Out. In.

Her fingers stilled as she reached for her guitar. Her hand hovered over the knob. Did she want this one to be a quick hypnosis, making the two doing something unforgettable and watching a small fire burn? Or did she want this to be one of the waiting ones, following one of the pair and making one fall in love with someone else for a large conflagration?

Out. In.

She'd get her goal either way. No one would have their love. She'd just have less fun and less wait, or more fun and more wait.

Her schemes weren't always that big – she didn't want the dipstick to notice her, but she made sure the victims would always remember her name.

Out. In.

Something didn't sound right. She shifted her attention back to the pair. Hadn't sounded right the entire time, she realized. She hadn't been paying attention, too used to the typical haunt.

The pair was yelling, the girl crying and the boy trying to look sorry. But not really.

Snippets of their argument drifted over. It was familiar. Too familiar.

She didn't care. Her hand turned the knob to the spiral on her guitar. She could make the situation even worse. Make the guy even more rude and uncaring. Make the girl never believe in love again, as she'd been denied herself.

But, for a reason she didn't understand, she'd set the guitar down, left it on the branch as she floated down to the girl.

She hovered in the starlight, eyes still observing the two.

The girl turned and ran. She followed.

She stood for another bout. Watching the girl as she sat on the hard ground and sobbed so hard it seemed like her soul was dimming. Questioning what she was even doing, standing there.

"You know, the pain will always be there, but it'll fade." The words came out of her mouth, and she didn't understand why. She was the sly trickster who controlled people. Made them suffer what she had. Rebelled against conformity.

All so they could remember her name. What she was doing? Nothing that would make her remember her name.

The girl yelped and looked up abruptly. "Who's there?"

She froze. Considered. "Ember."

And then she was back on her post, legs swinging as she waited for another target.

Control. Remember. My name.

Out. In.

A/N: I don't even know what this is, but happy 11th Dannyversary!

Monday, on one hour of sleep, I realized that this Friday (today) was the 11th Dannyversary. In a frantic attempt to start to prepare something, I decided I could make another musical arrangement. One of the most popular pieces of Danny Phantom is Ember's Remember. And thus I wrote half of a piano arrange on a song for which I didn't have much interest, except for nostalgia's sake. Throughout the week the song developed in my head, and, as a result, Ember as a character had a bit of development for me.

And then this happened. One of my most rushed pieces, but I did want to have something up for Dannyversary. Ember is definitely OOC here, as this is the result of my head-canon plus randomness that just happened when I was writing. The writing's a lot vaguer and not one of my best pieces.

I think I gave Ember some of the simple-mindedness of ayakashi (spirits) from Natsume Yuujinchou. She is definitely a lot more pattern-based, unlike the ghosts by Butch Hartman.