Sorry to say, but this story is being put on hold. I'm not killing it right here, it's just I've got what you can call a mix between writer's block and loss of interest. I'm still going to write the story for those that want to read it, but once I get back into both a Danny Phantom and writing mood, i'll pick it back up. And What I mean by Danny Phantom mood is just when I'll be spending most of my time reading/writing or drawing anything relating to Danny Phantom. But for those who have been waiting for this, I'll post what I've written so far. Only one Oc in this and it's mine. Sorry Ryoshiro, I'll put your Oc at the beginning of the next chapter, but I'm having trouble deciding how to introduce her. So...enjoy!
Sam sighed, leaning againest the cold stone of the Dancing Statue. The cool stone felt wonderful againest her skin. It had only been a single day and there had been nurmous ghost attacks. Even more then usual and much more violent.
Such as Bill. As stupid as his name is, he shouldn't be unestimated. Hundreds of swords and other weapons with any type of point are hidden in some weird hammerspace of his. Then there's the giant spider-lady ghost. Trapping many citizans and even some ghosts in her web.
The goth sighed, 'Well, better get up soon.' she thought.
Just as she was about to leave, a soft crunch of of wet grass alerted her to a visitor. Peeking around the statue, she noticed a man approaching her, or be more precisily, the statue. His shaggy black hair covered his eyes from view, cluctching a bouquet of flowers, a beautiful array of Cypress, Hyacinth and a few Raspberry Blossom sprinkled here and there. Tied by the stem around the paper were a couple dark crimison roses.
It took a moment for Sam to realize his man was Kazuki Himaru, a bitter old man who lived down the street from Danny. He was your common neighboorhood jerk, yelling at passing children and throwing lemons from who knows where, at people stupid enough to loiter.
If death could come by a glare, he'd be three feet under by now.
Sam watched with curiosity as the man trudged up to the stone, gently placing the bouquet near the stone girl's foot. He whispered a few words, a sentance but Sam was to far away to hear. With what seemed to be a choked sob (What?) Kazuki faced the opposite direction and left without another word.
For once it was different. Instead of the cold, isolet abyss he usually found himself the moment he closed his eyes, he was surrounded by trees. Tall trees that towered towards the sky and clouded out the sun. He could feel himself talking, excited words he couldn't hear.
Two boys, whoses features were blanked out, cheered excitedly, edging him own. But for what he couldn't tell. There was a gust of wind with a feeling of weightlessness.
Flying, he thought. The feeling was familiar. Excitement and a fear of falling. It reminded him of the first time he became a ghost since the accident. He felt himself ram into a few stray branches, felt the pines digging into his skin but drawing no blood. It was a painful experience, but all-in-all, it was a worth while experience.
He ended up getting lost in thought, becuase the image shattered without a nothing word.
Waking up after a difficult week of illness felt amazing. With a quick scretch, Danny hopped off his bed. Feeling fresh and anew, the halfa called his core, transforming his being into the 'famous' ghost Phantom. A green light lit up the darkened room as Danny called his ectoplasm.
That's when he noticed a swirl of amethyst near the center spiraling outward, giving it an almost blue color. It had an almost airy feel, unlike the icy touch it once held.
'What's going on?' he thought.
Sorry, but this is all I got...