Capitulo siete! Ai! Los capitulos son siendo hacer muy rapido! Correcte?! Jajaja. Pero si. Hoy...yo quiero dar gracias a las personas que tenemos revisaron mis fábulas. Muchas gracias a todos personas! Te amo todo!~ ^^ De todos modos...ahora podemos comenzar con el capitulo siete de la fábula 'Thesis Statement'!
XD Yeah. I have issues. My advice to you? Gugure kasu. XD Great. Another language to confuse you.
You're all prolly thinking "Miststück. Ich hasse dich."
XD. Anyways....don't mind any of those random languages.
Here we are at Chapter 7! Not much to say (considering I already said it in Spanish...) butttt enjoy!
Legal Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. Nothing witty this week, sorry, people. :[
Phantom awoke to the smell of breakfast being brought to him in bed.
"Mmm..." he said in a yawn, "what is that?"
"Uhm...eggs and bacon and a small bowl of cereal and stuff..." Danny said, attempting to keep the tray it was all stored on perfectly straight.
"It smells really good," Phantom replied, his stomach growling.
"So ghosts do eat?" Danny said, laughing as he placed the tray down.
"No, we do...sometimes. That is, when we wanna eat tons of meat."
"Why meat?" Danny replied, a strange look on his face.
"Well...let's just say that the lady in charge of all food is a little off her rocker."
Danny laughed and handed Phantom a knife and a fork, the spoon already being in the bowl of cereal, "Sorry. Everything in the Ghost Zone just sounds....crazy or impractical."
"It is," Phantom replied seriously, "it is."
He started cutting the food and Danny soon began, "Sorry there's so much food. I wasn't sure what you'd want, or how much of it..."
"It's ok. I was one of the very few ghosts able to keep up with her. And trust me, she tries to kill you with food."
Danny started laughing, but the questioning expression on Phantom's face let him know to stop.
"I'm glad you'll eat it all, though. It took me a while to make."
"Oh? You made this all?"
"Yeah. It wasn't hard, persay, but I couldn't find anything I needed," Danny laughed a little bit and gave a pseudo-pained expression, "Mom and Dad spend way too much time in the lab and not nearly enough organizing the kitchen. Or the rest of the house for that matter."
"Lab?" Phantom asked him in between bites of ham and spoonfuls of cereal.
"Yeah. Mom and Dad are scientists," he replied.
"Oh? So your parents are scientists?"
"Yeah, our parents are scientists. Don't you remember?"
"No. And they're not my parents...they're yours."
"No, they're yours too."
"They were."
"No, they still are."
The two sat in an awkward silence for a moment.
"Why do you keep sayi---" the two frustrated boys began simultaneously.
"..."
"Why do you keep saying that they're my parents?"
"Why do you keep saying that they're not your parents," Danny replied.
"I told you. They were."
"They still are," Danny corrected him once more.
"Listen, Danny..." Phantom began, searching for words, "the things I've seen and done are so much different than things here. I haven't been connected to a living person in over 10 years. So to say that they're my parents...I can't."
"Why not?" Danny demanded a specific answer, "You're acting like they can't love you just because you're a ghost. But I know that they can, because I love you..."
Danny blushed red at the way the statement sounded.
"I mean..uhm..." Danny's face was burning within a few moments.
Phantom's eyes were still warbling , amazed at the straight-forward response Danny had given him. He sighed and hung his head down, unable to think of how to respond.
"If I call them my parents would it make you happy?"
"Yeah."
Phantom remained quiet for a few moments, "Okay."
Danny smiled and hugged his brother, nearly knocking over the breakfast he had only previously finished cooking.
"You better eat your breakfast," he pointed out as he looked away to hide his blood-red blush.
Phantom slowly continued eating and Danny, after a few minutes, finally got his facial color under wraps. He sat next to Phantom in thought and suddenly asked, "Hey, Phantom..."
"Yffghhh?" Phantom replied, his mouth stuffed with food.
Danny laughed and then continued, "do you have friends?"
"Friends?" Phantom asked back as he swallowed the food.
"Yeah...like...others that you see and have fun with or whatever."
"Not really...not very many ghosts are known for being particularly 'fun'."
"Oh..." Danny trailed off, "...Then you should meet mine!" he suddenly exclaimed, jumping up.
"I can't."
"Why not?" Danny pouted.
"Because if I do it'll draw attention to where I'm at."
"You think Walker's following you?"
"No. I know he is."
"Why?"
"I told you why yesterday."
"I know, but...I just mean why does he have to be. Why can't he just leave you alone?"
"I dunno..."
The two stared at one another for a few moments before Phantom decided to finish up his meal. The response caused Danny to forget what he had wanted to say.
"...So...what?"
"Hmm?" Phantom replied.
"That's it...?"
"What's it?" he puzzled Danny's question.
"You and I are never going to be together again?"
"Danny..."
"Sorry..." Danny apologized for the embarrassing question, "But, I mean...we're never going to get to be 'normal', again?"
"Probably not..."
"Why'd you come back, then..?"
"...I..." Phantom didn't want to admit it, "...I wanted to see you again."
"Danny, listen..."
"Phantom...all my life I wanted a twin...and then I found out I had one, but he died...and then I met you and found out you were him...and now you're saying I'm going to lose you again?" Danny's eyes were completely red by the time he was done.
"...I can't do anything, though! It's not like I want to leave you! If I don't leave, Walker's going to find me and force me back...and when he does finally find me, he's going to put me in his stupid 'jail'. And...even if I did go back to serve my sentence, he gives out sentences in lives, not years...so by the time I got out...you'd be..." Phantom was getting equally emotional, his usual calm and collection being broken.
"I'm sorry..."
"...Why don't you try fighting him?"
"...Huh?"
"Fighting," Danny said again, shocking Phantom with his unusual idea, "why don't you try to stop him with force?"
"...Because he has a whole army of officers behind him."
Danny grumbled. He was getting really sick of bad things happening to his brother.
"...I have an idea."
"Yeah?" Phantom asked.
"Give me a sec. I'll be back in a minute," he replied, getting up and heading towards the door.
"What are you doing?"
"Hold on," Danny replied again, opening the door, "I juh---" he turned his head towards the opening, where Jazz had just walked by and began looking at him, "azz! Hi Jazz! How are you on this fine day?"
"Hi, Danny...who are you talking to?" Jazz gave a concerned expression to him.
"Uhm, n-no one! No one at all! You don't need to come in here," he instructed, turning her away from the door as she attempted to walk in, "there's no one here. I'm just talking to myself!" he began to nervously laugh.
Ignoring her brother's instructions, Jazz pushed Danny softly aside and walked into the room, "Who is it, Danny? Tucker, Sam?" she walked forward a little more, past the walls of the doorway, and looked at Danny's bed, where the white-haired green-eyed ghost-boy was laying down peacefully, apparently unaware of the dispute that had just begun.
"D-Danny..." Jazz nervously began, "...who...is....that...?" She stared at the ashen-haired boy, until he looked up at her and made a strange face that was, apparently, meant to be a smile, "And...why is he giving me such a creepy look?"
"Listen, Jazz," Danny nervously pulled her out of his room, "just forget you saw anything."
"Why does he look like you?"
"Just...it's a long story!" he cried, getting frustrated.
"...Fine," she agreed, "But you and me? We're talking later."
"Whatever," Danny replied as he rushed downstairs.
Jazz Fenton watched as her brother rushed downstairs before heading into her brother's room once more.
'What, it's only research..' she assured herself.
"Didn't Danny just say he didn't want you in here?" Phantom appeared behind Jazz.
"What!?" Jazz shouted, flying away from the sudden noise, "Where did you just come from?!"
"Around."
"Around...right..." she grumbled as she stood up, dusting herself off, "Who are you?"
"Phantom," he answered simply.
"Phantom?"
"That's what I said."
Jazz gave him an emotionless frown to combat his sarcasm before continuing, "So...why are you here in our house?"
Phantom shrugged weakly as he limped over to Danny's desk chair and sat down. He made a note: Spooking people when he had cuts, bruises, and gashes wasn't a good idea.
"Are you okay?" care slipped into Jazz's voice at the pathetic sight of the boy.
"Not really," he said, groaning as he sat down, "But don't tell your brother."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't want to worry him anymore?"
"What happened to you?"
"It's a long story," Phantom smiled as he repeated Danny's reply from before.
"And why do you look like my brother? What's going on?"
"Well," Phantom began as he rested his arms on the desk, and put his head on top of them, "if you want to take it from Danny's point of view...I'm your brother, too."
"No you're not," Jazz shook her head, "I do know a thing or two about numbers, and I have one brother, not tw---" she stopped, taking and thought about the implications, "You're not...no. You can't be. It's impossible."
"A lot is impossible. I, however, am not."
"No...you died when you were five...You can't be alive..."
"Well, technically speaking I'm not alive. But that doesn't stop Danny from caring."
"So you're...a zombie?"
"No," Phantom rolled his eyes dramatically, "don't kid yourself. Zombies are fake. I'm a ghost."
"A g-ghost?" Jazz gulped.
"Yup. S'what I said."
"Then how come you look so...real?"
Phantom sighed and rolled his eyes again, "Ghosts aren't anything like what you make them out to be. We're just as 'real' as you are...we just exist on a separate plane."
"So...like...I can do this?" Jazz walked over to him and poked his cheek roughly.
"Oww. Yes. You can do that," Phantom glared at her, his eyes going a slight red hue.
"So...how did you get here then? And why do you have so many bruises?" Jazz continued asking him questions that he manually ignored until he was finally able to fall half-asleep.
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Danny rushed down the stairs into his parent's lab, a metallic 'clink!' resounding as he made his way down each step. He shivered at the cool air within the metallic confines of the space and quickly began searching around for the object he was thinking of.
"Come on..." Danny groaned to himself, "apparently they don't even keep the lab clean..."
He moved aside some boxes and sighed at the mess that lied before him.
"I'm never gonna find it in this..."
He sighed, sitting down at the nearby desk.
"They never keep anything organized..." he slumped in the chair, his vision lowering to a separated box.
"I wonder..." he began, standing up and heading towards the box.
He read the label: 'Important Inventions!'
"It has to be in here!" He shouted overjoyed as he tore through the contents.
"Ah-ha!"
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"Phantom? Jazz?" Danny questioned, slowly stepping into his room.
He saw his sister leaning on her arm up against his desk, an annoyed look on her face as she stared at the ghost who was peacefully snoring across the room from her.
"He fell asleep?"
"Yeah..." she began, getting up to leave before noticing the object in his hands, "Danny? What are you doing with mom and dad's space suit?"
"Nothing," he lied, "I just wanted to show Phantom...uh...what astronauts wore. You know, cuz I want to be one."
"Right..." she pretended to believe him, "...is he really a ghost?" she asked him, a wide look in her eyes.
"Yup."
"Huh...crazy world..." she was about to continue, but decided to just smile and leave.
"What was that about?" Danny said to himself.
"Is she gone?" Phantom opened an eye to glance around.
"Yeah," he laughed, sitting down next to him on the bed.
"She wouldn't stop bugging me," he gave a wide-eyes expression to say 'I thought she was about to smother me with questions.'
"Yeah...she does that if she there's info she wants to know. Be glad it wasn't mom or dad. They'll really kill you with questions."
"Great..." he replied with fake enthusiasm, "Anyways, what do you have there?"
"Well..." Danny began, unfolding the suit from his arms, "It's a space suit."
"Like...astronauts?"
"Yeah, exactly," Danny nodded, amazed Phantom knew what astronauts were.
"And it's important...why?" Phantom continued.
"Well...mom and dad also have a pretty fond...interest in super-natural stuff, in addition to their normal studies. Anyways, it's important because most of their inventions usually have some type of other purpose or something to them."
"So you think that this..."
"Could help you with Walker."
"Ah, I see."
Phantom held up the suit, letting it fold out to its normal size, "It's a little..."
"Yeah...gaudy or...silver...y...."
"I think they'd die of laughing more than from me."
Danny laughed, then seriously began once more, "No, can't you like...I don't know...channel energy through it or something?"
"Yeah, but...I doubt it would work."
"Why?"
"I don't know, it just seems a bit far-fetched."
"Can you try for me?" Danny gave him a gentle, 'please,-big-brother' look.
"Ok..." Phantom sighed, holding the suit away and closing his eyes. His hands glowed slightly green as his energy flowed through the suit, transforming the color and look of it completely.
"Whoa..." Danny gazed at the colorful wonder happening before him.
"Huh..." Phantom replied, opening his eyes to look at the suit, "at least it doesn't look so ridiculous now...But will it actually help me with anything?"
Danny leaned against his dresser, his eyes transfixed on the new suit that just took shape in front of him. He gazed out the window and noticed a small object in the distance.
"Huh...a bird."
The object rapidly grew closer, taking on the shape of something much more menacing than an innocent bird.
"Uhm...Phantom..."
"Yeah?"
"You better put that on now."
"Why?"
"Because you're gonna need to test it out in about...twenty seconds."
Phantom redirected his gaze to the window Danny was looking out.
"Oh...shit."
"Huh? What's wrong?" Danny shifted his gaze over to where a wide-eyed Phantom was, "What happened?"
"It's Skulker..."
"Huh? You know him?"
"Yeah...he's my ex."
AN: HO SNAP! Didn't see that one coming, didjas? It's so wrong, but I felt the need to do it. If you ask my why, I'll just be like "BIOTCH PLZ, NXT CHPTR KTHX." XD Or something like that. No, but anyways, it's not just pointless filler blahblahblah. It's actually a well-thought-out idea. Or so I say. But we'll have to see. I think it's gonna turn out good, because drama does wonders for stories! But anyways...tell me what you think of the story so far, and the plot twist especially! Oh! Also, I'm giving you guys Chapter 1 of SHYWI, SSIB! Because I feel bad for being a loser and not updating. But, thanks for all the love and support, everyone. With love as always, ~Shin-Shui~.