This is the very important bonus/omake that is relatively necessary to read to understand a lot of what's going on.
~CWA
OMAKE/BONUS II
Akuma Island
Third Person
Vlad hums a bit to himself in thought as he sits peacefully at his desk- or rather a desk that he has just claimed for himself. Everything is working according to his plan. Everything is in place and soon he will not only defeat Phantom to reclaim his rightful position as King, but he will gain control of the human world as well. He will become a ruler. It is his destiny to rule. He had almost succeeded, back in Amity Park, but in the end that backfired on him. It is only by a stroke of luck that a random portal had landed him in a different dimension. A dimension that seemed as endless and void as the Ghost Zone yet without any signs of intelligent beings. Well almost without any signs. It had only been a short time that he was there, but it was enough to find a pod clearly of human make with a human inside of it, peacefully in hyper sleep. It was an interesting find, one that he looked more into when he returned to Earth, but no, the truly promising part was the ectornium. A substance that no ghost, or even half ghost, can touch or manipulate. A substance that can easily be used to his advantage to stop Phantom and become the King himself.
It just worked in his favor that the person he had seen in that dimension was one Abigail Callaghan. The very Callaghan that was a technological genius with a strong sense of vengeance toward one Alistair Krei, who had built the very portal to get to that new dimension. It was all just too perfect. It played right into his plans like missing puzzle pieces. All he had to do was promise Callaghan that he could help him take down Alistair Krei. To avenge his daughter. The little detail of Abigail still being alive would just distract Callaghan from the true mission. Once Krei is out of the picture (thus also getting rid of one of Vlad Co.'s biggest competitors), Vlad will let it slip that Abigail is alive thus getting Callaghan to work for him and retrieve the ectrornium as well as build weapons that he will 'promise' is for the good of the world.
Callaghan does, however, know Vladimir's half ghost secret so as soon as he is useless to plans, he will just have to disappear. Vladimir hums a bit more as he shuffles through some papers and smirks slightly as he finds himself staring a slightly old newspaper article. The cover shows many people, but only two are important to him. Tadasahi Hamada and Daniel Fenton. Even in just the picture, Daniel's admiration and love for the other man shows and while it's an unexpected development- just as it was an unexpected development that Callaghan's top student was Daniel himself. Vladimir has taken great joy in just showing Daniel that he was still around and even more so in making it clear that he was interested in that young Hamada's invention of micro bots (further research also made him interested in the older Hamada's robot). But what better way of making sure Daniel knows that Vlad is still around than to kill the one he loves?
It was simple. The little mutt that was there to protect the boy was inconvenient and a bit of a hassle, but taken care of. It was almost too easy to just destroy the security cameras and undo everything on the boy- IVs, monitors and the such. Though a sadistic grin stretched on his lips as he remembered the adrenaline and happiness that pumped through his veins when he phased his hand into the boy's chest, holding the heart just long enough to cause him to go into cardiac arrest. When the mutt started barking, he disappeared, knowing that his job was done.
That should keep the young badger busy and occupied for a while, Vlad thinks, or at the very least, it will make him too emotional and I know how Daniel has a nasty temper. If it wasn't always directed at me, I may even be proud of that anger and the fear it causes. The smirk stays on his face. It won't be long now. Not with Krei planning on revealing the portal soon. It's just a matter of time. He glances briefly toward his partner in crime, or rather, his new pawn in his plans. Callaghan.
Callaghan refuses to look toward Vlad, instead focusing his gaze elsewhere as his eyes cloud over in thought. Gone is his professional casual clothes in favor of a dark outfit. A kabuki mask with the built in neurotransmitter dangles loosely in his hand at his side. He's not exactly proud of himself for working for, or with, Vladimir. He knows the kind of man that Vladimir pretends to be and just how different it is from what he really is. It doesn't take a genius to know Vladimir doesn't have anyone's well being in mind aside from his own. Vladimir is selfish, but he's powerful. He didn't even know that such a thing as a half ghost was even possible until Vladimir revealed himself. But he's tried everything. He even stole that brat's notes about inter-dimensional theory, read and re-read the essays about it, but it is futile. Nothing in those work. At least not for the portal he's trying to create- the one that actually matters. Sometimes he finds it amusing- that brat's belief about a ghost dimension.
But his notes are just as useless as Danny's belief in the ghostly part of afterlife. Vladimir may be half ghost, but even that's more believable than there being an entire dimension tied to their own full of ghosts. And Callaghan is sure that Vladimir is a one-time occurrence. A rare specimen. A one-of-a-kind. If not for the power that Vladimir possesses, the mild fear that it causes, and that fact that he's downright desperate Callaghan wouldn't even think of working with/for him. A bit of guilt slowly builds in his gut as doubts claw at his mind. Is it really worth it though? He knows that Hamada would have died in that fire if not for Daniel (as much as Callaghan dislikes the boy's foolishness, he admits that he is at least brave or perhaps just stupid and has a small sense of gratitude toward him for saving Hamada, the true favorite student of his)- Callaghan isn't entirely sure about Daniel and Vladimir's connection to each other, but he suspects its because of Daniel's interest in ghosts, which would possess a potential threat to the halfa.
"...is it really worth it," Callaghan whispers, his voice soft and raspy.
Vladimir raises a single eyebrow in question. He knows that Callaghan would question their plans eventually- it's bound to happen when two of his top students are connected to it all, one hospitalized and soon to be declared dead after what Vladimir has done (not that Callaghan would know he was involved in that), and the other is Vladimir's own enemy. Vlad had just hoped that the questioning and doubt would happen later rather than sooner. A small frown turns on his face as he shuffles through the papers, discretely placing anything involving Hamada and Fenton into the back of the deck.
"Do you want to back out," Vladimir asks, his voice oddly calm and cold as he turns toward Callaghan, "After all we've done, I'm hurt, Mr. Callaghan. I thought we had a rather nice deal here… But if you really want to just disappoint your daughter and wish to just sit around and do nothing rather than avenge her, then..."
He waves his hand dismissively as he trails off, a sly smirk barely noticeable on his lips as Callaghan shakes his head.
"No! No.. I just," Callaghan sighs with uncertainty, his eyes frantically glancing everywhere, "I'm in. I'm in. For her."
Vlad nodded in content, but knew that Callaghan would say he was in. Pawns, as Vlad always knows, are easy to move and manipulate all around the chest board and he is and always will be the king of chess.
Checkmate, little badger.
Danny sleeps peacefully on Tadashi's chest, positioned as if he had juts plopped down and didn't move. In a way, that's exactly what has happened. They are both clothed- for the most part as Tadashi is still in the hospital gown and Danny had no qualms about ridding himself off most of his clothes, leaving just his pants, granted they hang a bit low on his hips. He rises and falls slightly with each breath Tadashi takes and thanks to his ghostly tendencies, it isn't as if he weighs that much. He's weightless. A feather that gently grazes against Tadashi's chest in a rhythmic pattern that Tadashi finds oddly comforting.
Tadashi, still awake yet relaxed and calm, lightly traces the scars over Danny's body with a concerned frown, though shivers at how cold his boyfriend's skin is. Danny briefly tenses at the touch, but forces himself to relax and drift in and out of sleep. Tadashi's attention, however, still lays with the scars as his fingertip grazes against the scar tissue. The crescent moon scar on Danny's shoulder. The claw-like scars across his forearm. Bite marks on his ribcage. Small crescent moon scars that resemble nails on his hips. Burns scars on his back that stretch across his rib cage to his torso and chest. Scars that make it look like he's been stabbed straight through. Electrocution scars on his hand and some on his chest. Some are deep and red with thick scar tissue. Others are white and completely healed over. It makes him hurt thinking about what just made all of these scars, but there was a certain allure to them that he can't deny.
They both firmly believe that they could get used to this, sleeping together in a way that feels natural. As if it's always been this way. As if it's meant to be… Which is why Tadashi groans in protest when Danny's phone chimes and the halfa moves from the comfortable spot with half-lidded eyes and a tired yawn.
Danny smacks his lips together as he rubs at the corners of his eyes, protesting the sudden brightness of his screen in the darkness. He lazily sits on the edge of Tadashi's hospital bed as he unlocks the phone and lets out a satisfied hum when he feels Tadashi's arms droopingly wrap around his waist. Tadashi's chin rests on Danny's shoulder. Unlike Danny, Tadashi seems to be a bit more awake and aware, likely due from the excess energy Danny had poured into him thus draining Danny of his own energy. There is, after all, a very good reason that Tadashi insists on Danny sleeping and catching up on his energy before going after Vlad.
From Hiro
What's up Inviso-Bill? What ever happened to the spandex? XDDDD
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He can't even bring himself to be concerned on how Hiro knows about that infernal name the media gave his alter-ego or how he got pictures of his former ghost fighting persona- it's bound to happen at some time anyway as Hiro is a smart kid. But Danny groans as a blush spreads across his face. The familiar picture of him as Phantom, from way back in Amity Park, shows on the screen. Skin-tight spandex and all. He briefly wonders if it always showed off his best assests and stretched that tight across his chest. He shivers slightly when he feels Tadashi hum, vibrating through his shoulder.
"Spandex, huh?"
The chuckle Tadashi slips vibrates Danny's shoulder more than the hum, causing him to flush deeply as he squirms in Tadashi's grasp.
"Shut up and go back to bed, Hamada."
