It was a race against time, to see if they could get to Vlad before he conquered whatever realm he decided next. The three friends entered a large, grandfather clock-like portal, popping out in a place that looked distinctly Chinese. They were in a large, spacious building with many columns to hold up the ceiling. Glass cases and pedestals were scattered about, filled with old artifacts and the like. A large dragon-shaped statue was in the middle of it all, its mouth agape and its hollow eyes seeming to pierce deep into their souls. Danny looked around for a moment as his friends ran ahead, before suddenly gasping. Sam stopped and looked back at him.
"Danny, what's wrong? We have to hurry!" she urged, making Tucker pause and turn as well. Danny approached a glass case as if in a trance, before stopping directly in front of it.
"Guys..."
The two went to stand beside him, staring at the case as well.
"Danny... It's just a costume," Sam deadpanned. "Let's go!"
"But it's an ancient Chinese ninja costume!" Danny insisted. "And it looks my size! Plus, it's black and white, like my suit!"
"You have to admit, that is pretty cool," Tucker conceded after a moment of studying the suit. Sam just continued her glaring, crossing her arms.
"Vlad could be taking over this era this very moment! We don't have time!" she persisted. Danny just gave her a look.
"It has a sword, Sam. Please?" He gave her the best kicked-puppy stare he could. "I promise I won't take long!"
Grimacing, Sam turned away, a slight blush on her face.
"Fine! But if we're too late, I'm blaming you if the whole world praises Vlad as their master when we get back home!"
A few months later, Sam, Tucker, Danny, and Jazz were taken on a trip to China, courtesy of Danny's parents going to a Ghost Convention. How Danny had convinced Sam and Tucker's parents that it was perfectly fine to allow their children to come along on a trip across a whole ocean with the destructive ghost hunters was a mystery. But he had that self-satisfied aura around him that made nobody eager to ask.
Currently, the teenagers were wandering around the streets, and not even Danny could understand a single thing anyone was saying to them. It was strange to be walking around while everybody spoke a whole other language, almost like trying to speak with Wulf.
"Let's visit a museum!" Jazz said suddenly, smiling wide when she saw a poster clearly showing off a few old artifacts. "I heard Chinese history was intriguing!" The younger three groaned loudly, having already experienced it personally and not at all excited to see it again. But nonetheless, they let Jazz drag them to a museum, where they were determined to not have any fun at all.
That is, until Tucker found a certain ancient portrait and began to laugh loudly. Curious, Sam and Danny walked over, while Jazz was busy trying to 'understand the psychology' behind a nearby painting.
"What's so funny, Tuck?" Danny asked, looking up at the portrait. He suddenly blanched, as if he had seen a particularly annoying ghost.
"What?" Sam looked up as well, before having to slap a hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.
"Maybe that disguise did come in handy, after all," Tucker said, not able to stop his snickers. Danny just dropped his face in his hands, groaning.
Before them stood a larger-than-life protrait of a certain teenaged halfa, donning a distinctly ninja-like outfit as he weilded a katana. A certain silver-haired menace laid on the ground, looking battered and weak as the white-haired boy stood triumphantly above him. Beneath it was a plaque, though it had been translated into English below it.
'The savior of the ancient Chinese. Legend states that this hero appeared from the heavens, striking down the people's enemy as the people themselves lay there, beaten. A name had not been given, so this hero has been named Huànyǐng. Huànyǐng means 'Phantom' in the English language.'
"I'm impressed," Sam admitted, "but also disappointed. It took months for Amity to get your name right, even though you appear literally every day, and it only takes a glimpse of you for China to get your name right."
"Just goes to prove how low Amity Park's grade point average is," Tucker said helpfully. Danny just groaned again, shaking his head with his hands still covering his face.
"I hate being famous so much, it isn't even funny." But he couldn't fight the grin that spread across his face no matter how hard he tried.
I have absolutely no idea where this came from. But I just thought, 'Hey, there's a lack of ninja Danny in today's fics. Why don't I fix that?'
And thus, this was born. Hope you enjoyed it, even if it was short.