Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or 6teen
It was another day as the warm November days turned cold, calling in the signs of winter. Christmas sale signs were already put up as everyone shopped for their own variation of the Thanksgiving feast.
Amélie Lemieux was walking around with a coat on, yet she still had a skirt, not minding the cold enough to wear pants, as she saw the various colors lighting the town. Part of her was happy to see the town in a festive state, while the other half was excited to do some extra shopping.
"With all the tips I make daily, I should have enough for something nice for maman et papa." Amélie counted the many bills in her purse before leaving the apartment. Many had numbers, comments, and requests, meaning they were the first to go. But the French girl had a little idea as she eyed the employees of the stores she visited, smiling as she made a few purchases and some stops for some drinks.
The day was fun, but part of the girl felt empty. She was enjoying herself here, but something was missing. A yearn for excitement like the times she had back home.
"This place may also have a celebrity superhero, but beyond that...not much else to do."
Amélie groaned, thinking back to her time in Paris with her friends. Few as they were, those were grand times as the city sported many historic buildings she would visit on a whim. She closed her eyes and imagined herself at the Eiffel Tower, viewing the city from the top floor against the beautiful sunlight.
"Maybe I should invite Jazz, Star, and Paulina sometime," Amélie wondered. "That would be fun?"
"So you're looking for some fun."
Amélie rolled her eyes and turned to the source, only to be surprised when she saw a girl. Normally this was the part some guy would give a cocky face as he spoke, but instead of a meathead in sportswear, there was a freakishly dressed girl.
She had white skin, black makeup, blue hair that looked like flames, and a rocker outfit split into black jeans and a black top. The only thing that seemed appropriate was her long black jacket.
"I take it you like what you see?" the girl teased.
Amélie blinked, unable to respond as the unexpected guest continued.
"The name's Ember."
"Eh, Bonjour. I am—"
"Amelia the girl with big boobs," Ember finished, pointing at the girl's chest. "Yeah. A lot of guys call you that."
Amélie rubbed her forehead, flipping her hair with one hand as she sighed. She took a deep breath before resuming.
"It is Amélie. And it is no problem. I just ignore those idiots," the French girl added. Rolling her eyes at the big boob comment. Part of her wished she wasn't described as so crass, but that was the American education system.
"Then I take it you don't go to a lot of parties?" Ember's question sparked a smile from Amélie.
"A teuf!?" Amélie asked with bright eyes. She clasped her hands and leaned into Ember like a child.
"Whoa, you don't get out much, do you?"
"Pardon, but I haven't seen much partying besides the ones the jocks attempt to invite me too."
Ember took a step back and looked at the crowd, noting the drooling faces of passing teenagers again. She connected their gazes at the ample cleavage Amélie had on display and glared with a shake of her head.
"Tell you what." Ember grabbed the girl's hand and started dragging her away. "I know a place where we can chill and bust it up without the meatheads bothering us.
Despite only meeting the girl, Amélie followed enthusiastically, unaware of the figure following them. The French girl was too excited to go somewhere and have fun like she did back home that when Ember pointed towards their destination, a little hole-in-the-wall place called The Underground Sound, their roles were reversed as Amélie sprinted over, carrying the diva through the wind.
When they entered, Ember looked out of breath as Amélie walked around. The place was not your regular store, judging from the aesthetics. Music played on the speakers, but the source was on a stage where a live band was playing. The French girl didn't fully understand the musicians but liked the tune as she swayed a bit before she started dancing to the tune, pumping her hands in the air.
"This is oklm! I haven't been able to dance like this for months!" Amélie lost herself a bit as she enjoyed the music.
The bassists saw the girls enter, locking onto the buxom girl as he gave her a wink. While most boys would receive an indifferent reaction, it elicited a blush. It had been too long since others had flirted without drooling over the girl, which had certain emotional responses resurfaced.
Ember caught her breath, stretching her arms as she glanced at the French girl. She smiled wickedly, walking over with her guitar out as she came behind the girl, but found herself on the ground as a boy pushed pst her.
"Hey, Amelia."
Amélie dropped her face as she recognized that voice. Out of every boy in Casper High, only one dared to make passes this frequent. Turning around, the face of Dash Baxter and his cocky smile invading personal space. Still wearing his jock uniform, the boy was too far into his ego to ever notice how or why he was never wanted. And considering how he didn't care to look at the people glaring back after shoved his way over, this was taking things to a new level.
And it seemed the buxom French girl was not his only target. The jock soon saw Ember with daggers in her eyes as she got up.
"Hey, you're Ember!" Dash wrapped his arms around the two girls. "Remember the song you sing? With the words and the dancing? That is the best."
Amélie pushed the jock off her as Ember swatted the boy, but it did nothing to faze the jock. At least until the blue-haired diva decided she had enough and kicked the boy between his legs. It was funny seeing Dash's face control as he fell with a high pitched squeal.
"Pardon, you are famous?" the french girl pointed at Ember, who smirked.
It was strange looking at a celebrity in this town as the most famous people were Mayor Masters, the Fentons, and Danny Phantom. There were local artists and tourist attractions, but this was a first to see a noticeable rockstar in the area.
No answer was given as Ember heard her name as the current band ended their number. The crowd whistled and hollered as the diva walked onstage.
Amélie was so stunned at the outcome that she didn't notice how a ghostly band was already on stage. Drummer, bassist, and keyboarder, nothing else was needed as the rocker plugged in her guitar. Fans looked on in eagerness as some held out paper pads for her number.
"Alright everyone! You ready to rock!?" Ember cried as the crowd cheered. The girl's ponytail flared as her name was chanted, something that did go unnoticed. "Then listen to my new song: Burning Notice!"
Amélie didn't have a chance to react, as anyone could. Once Ember started playing, her vision went blurry as the music filled her head. Nobody moved from the store as they chanted Ember's name, even though she stopped playing.
"Ya want more?" Ember teased, enticing the crowd as their cheers became repetitive. The rocker ghost pointed to the crowd, beckoning Amélie to come onstage. The French girl squealed in joy as she came up to the borders where the diva perched herself.
"Ember McLain! I didn't know you were a maestro of music!" Amélie cried out.
"Maestro of music, I like that." The rock star smiled. "I gotta say, when I heard the jocks and meatheads talking about you, I honestly thought they were being boys, over exaggerating everything." Ember came down to the floor. She inspected Amélie, cupping her own chest as she saw the major difference between her and the French girl's sizes. "Though I gotta say, I never expected them to be right. But that doesn't matter, cause I need a new manager."
"And you want me?" Amélie held her arms together, unintentionally pressing her breasts together, shaking her limbs in excitement. "Être au taquet!"
Ember hoisted the girl onstage as the crowd cheered again. Some faces turned lustful but still tranced as they chanted Ember's name. Except for one idiot.
"Amelee?" Dash looked dazed as his posture softened. He shook his head, staring at Amélie as he saw her onstage. "Babe?"
Another cord was struck from Ember's guitar, and the boy was back under her spell.
"Hmph. A guy obsessed with boobs...yeah, he's not gonna amount to anything," Ember snarked. She snapped her fingers and pointed to the stage. "Alright! Everyone get ready! I've got a concert to perform!"
"You heard the lady! Faut que tu te bouges! Point barre!" Amélie clapped her hands. "Let's get to work! For Ember!"
The tranced crowd roared with joy as they hobbled all over the store, grabbing anything they could. Ember smiled as she watched, tuning her guitar. She looked toward her new manager as she wrangled everyone in line.
It was quite efficient, but the ghost diva had an aesthetic to keep and decided the French girl would need a makeover.
Danny soared through the skies as he patrolled for ghosts. He glanced at the streets, watching as people smiled and laughed.
"Guess tonight's quite," Danny said, landing on a roof. "Only five ghosts today. Which I gotta say is nice."
The ghost boy smiled as he stretched his limbs. Today had been very productive as not only did he manage to finish all his homework, but managed enough time to study for upcoming tests.
Viewing the town's streets, the hero enjoyed some peace as he watched the citizens go by. It was times like this that reminded him why he fought the ghosts. Besides the greater purpose, seeing how his home was safe warmed his heart. And while his human life needed its own maintenance, having everything going smoothly was a reward he never got tired of.
"Now if only everyday was like this," Danny said, flying over to another part of town.
Stopping at a shopping plaza, was to be his last stop before heading home. Danny hovered as he saw everyone hang out, enjoying themselves with some shopping or snacks. Amongst the crowd, he watched as girls walked by, wearing tending outfits that showed off their looks.
It reminded the ghost boy of the French girl, who wasn't talking to him much.
That was a problem he had with Amélie. The boy was certain the girl was eyeing him now and opted to give her a wide berth. He even spent less time during the weekly study groups, much to Jazz's concern. But he told his older sister how the French girl was suspicious of him and how he backed off.
While reluctant, mainly because these study sessions had helped improve Danny's grade point average, Jazz conceded. It was better if her brother kept some distance, which meant back to the age-old tradition of studying by himself and the sudden ghost interruptions. This time, there were no notes he could copy off of whatever he missed.
"Well, everything looks normal. I guess I can call it a day," Danny said, taking off. But the sound of a boy passing around flyers caught his attention.
"Come to the The Underground Sound, where we got Ember McLain, playing live!" the boy shouted. While most ignored him, Danny glanced at the boy, sighing as he looked up the store's address.
"And I jinxed it again." Danny took off, hoping to end things soon.
The Underground Sound was packed as ember played live on stage. Her music put the crowd into a trance as they chanted her name, giving her power. The girl had just finished a song when the microphone was frozen solid.
The audience gasped, but the diva smirked as she saw Danny Phantom phase down from the room.
"What do you want, Ember?" Danny charged ectoplasmic orbs in his hands. Smirking with confidence, the boy saw a quick, clean fight.
"The usual: take over the world and junk, but first, I'm gonna have some fun." Ember played with her guitar, ignoring the ghost boy as she walked up. "Word around the Ghost Zone is, you have a new fling, and I gotta say, she's something."
"What are you talking about?" Danny didn't like where this was going. His glowing green eyes shined brighter with his intense glare as they turned an icy blue.
"Better yet, let's play a song of fire and ice as you burnout." The ghost boy charged his fists with cold energy. All he got with his quips was a slow clap from Ember.
"Looks like the dipsticks been working on his lyrics. Too bad he still doesn't know how to sing." Ember grabbed her guitar, never breaking eye contact. "So how about I have my new manager deal with you."
"Manager? Who'd be stupid enough to work for you?"
A loud Ahem caught the ghost boy's attention as Amélie walked on stage. Instead of her winter wear, the girl sported a punked-out look with ripped jeans, a leather jacket zipped up to underneath her chest, a shirt with the words Ember with the rim expanded with a large rip, and various spiked bands on her wrists and neck.
"Oh wow," Danny said, unable to believe his eyes. For someone who dressed in an effeminate manner, the Fench girl pulled off the punk rock look fantastically.
"Yeah, I figured you'd like it." Ember turned toward the girl. "Though I gotta say, she really rocks the looks."
"Ok, but why is the shirt ripped?" Danny blinked, noticing how stretched the fabric was. "I think the leather jacket is the only thing holding it together at this point."
"Give me a break. It's not like I could find something that fits her perfectly, and I don't care to." Ember rolled her eyes as she snarled. "All I needed her for was to get to you."
"So, all this is get at me?" Danny stared incredulously at Ember. "Amélie has nothing to do with this! Leave her out of it!"
Ember clicked her tongue, shaking her head while growing at the ghost boy. She placed her hands on her body, inspecting its measurements with narrow eyes, comparing herself to the French girl.
"You know, I had a feeing you were different, but it figures you think about one thing—" Ember didn't finish as she put up a shield to block Danny's blast. Staring into the ghost boy's eyes, a smile appeared as the barrier lowered.
"Whatever you think I'm thinking, it's wrong." Danny stared at the rockstar intensely, sending a shiver down his foe. "It was one thing for you to just have me and my friends involved in our fights, but she's not. So I'm only gonna say this once, these fights stay between us, got it?"
Ember stared at the ghost boy, smirking as she phased out of the rubble.
"Ooo, now that's what I wanted to see—" Ember struck a chord, sending two fists at the ghost boy. They were dodged easily as she took to the air. "—but you don't have any say in this. All across the Ghost Zone, everyone's hearing about little miss Amélie and how you're willing to guard her. A lot of ghosts are gonna come, and she's gonna be part of it, whether you like it or not."
Danny seethed with rage, launching himself at the rock star. Feelings or teenage hormones didn't matter as a line was crossed when innocent people were brought in personally.
"By the way, if you see Johnny 13, Kitty wanted me to tell you to just freeze him. She wants to personally punish him if he goes near the girl."
"Anything else?" Danny cracked his knuckles as he took a stance.
Ember replied with a strike of her guitar, sending two fists of pure ectoplasmic sonic energy his way. "No, we can fight now," she quipped.
Danny took the attack head-on, holding himself as he slid back a few feet. With a smirk, his retaliation began with his arms above his head, focusing his energy into a large orb.
"Time to cut your career early," Danny said.
"No!" Amélie cried stepping informs of the ghost boy. "This concert is running on a tight schedule. You can not do this!" She said, flapping a pen in front of the ghost boy's nose.
"What the!?" Danny froze with the ecto-orb above his head.
"As Maddam Ember's manager, I will not allow you to harm my client with this irrational display of violence!" Amélie yelled, getting into the ghost boy's face.
"Seriously?! You're under her spell!" Danny was more concerned about his attack, which he couldn't hold on to forever. He had to look for an outlet but was blasted by Ember before anything. The attack flew up, reaching a peak height before coming down where the french girl was.
The ghost boy flew as fast as possible, only to be hit again by the ghostly diva as she got Amélie out of the way.
"Thanks, Amélie . I knew there was a good reason I hired you," Ember quipped as she took the girl on her guitar.
"Merci, Madam McLain." Amélie bowed. The girl noticed Danny flying up and walked in front of the girl. "And you will stop this now!"
Danny turned intangible, phasing through the girl as he locked hands with Ember. The two engaged in a contest of pure physical strength, upsetting the French manager as she tried to pry off the ghost boy. But her hands went through him, unable to stop the fight.
Ember was soon blasted away into a pile of amps. She glared with messy makeup as Danny smirked, walking over to finish things.
Amélie stepped in between the two, but the ghost boy was prepared to walk through her again.
"Time for some drastic measures," Amélie said. Cupping her chest for a moment, the girl leaned down with a cute look. With fluttering eyelashes, an adorable smile, and her cleavage in full view, she stopped Danny in his tracks, much to his chagrin.
"Hey, that's not fair! Your using hormones against me!" Danny yelled.
"But you're hurting my client." Amélie replied with a sultry, breathy voice, making the ghost boy gulp loudly. The same was said for the audience, who hollered and whooped for more.
"Since when can you do this!?" Danny couldn't believe the audacity, seeing Amélie act in a seductive manner that was leaving him breathless.
"I am not ashamed of my body and I know how beautiful I am." Amélie brought a hand to the ghost boy's face. "So I do know how to use it. You like?"
Danny nodded instinctively.
"And you will listen?"
Another hormonal nod. Danny would swear he could hear the fabric ripping on its own if he wasn't in a trance of his own.
"Then you will leave us alone?"
That made the ghostly hero pause. Despite his one-second stall, the same train of thought he had made him shake his head.
"No."
Amélie was taken aback, shocked at how her looks were being ignored. After many years of lustful gazes, part of her heart beat rapidly.
"I don't leave people behind, and I don't let anything stop me."
"Awww! How sweet." Everyone turned to Ember, who stood on a tower of speakers. Her guitar lit up with ghostly energy as her hand stood up like a clock striking midnight. "But this is the part where I end things."
A power chord was struck, and sonic waves engulfed the room.
Danny gasped, realizing everyone inside could be hit and put up a force field. The speed of the shockwaves hit like missiles, pushing him back. The colliding energy forced his shield to shatter as the sound died out.
Everyone was blown away, with everyone but Amélie hitting the wall. The audience was silent as they passed out. With their chants gone, the flaming ponytail of Ember died down.
The diva ghost gasped as she reached back, grasping at the air as she realized what had happened. She looked to the stage where Danny stood. Seeing his glowing eyes, the girl felt a shiver up her spine, blinking her eyes in surprise.
"What the—You should be toast!" Ember pointed.
An icy blast from Danny, and she was frozen to the wall. The rockstar gasped as the cold enveloped her, channeling her flaming hair to wrap around and melt the restraints.
"Looks like I put your routine on ice," Danny quipped.
Ember's face scrunched with anger as the two took to the sky and continued their fight, lighting the room with ectoplasmic colors like a discotheque.
Soon the patrons of the store came to and saw the ghost fight. Many screamed as they left, not wanting to get entangled in the fight.
"Looks like your crew decided to take early retirement. Permanently." Danny pointed behind with his thumb.
"Don't think I'm down for the count, Dipstick." Ember charged her guitar with many riffs.
The two stared off, enticing the other to strike first. This was to be the end of their feud, noted by Danny bringing out the Fenton thermos.
Of the many citizens who left, a few remained. Amélie, who had been staring at the stage, a few fans, and Dash, who was now getting up.
"Where am I?" Dash said, rubbing his head and looking around. "What kind of loser place is this?"
His vision stopped as he saw Amélie watching the fight, seemingly in awe. While most people would understand the situation and make reasonable actions, the jock had other ideas as he looked at Ember.
"So the rocker chick is a ghost? And Amelee is watching..."
Danny and Ember circled the stage as they stared off. The stage lights focused on the duo as they danced to the danger. Just one last shot, all or nothing, and this would be over.
"We'll, it's been fun wailing on you, but I got other gigs." Ember aimed her instrument.
"Yeah, in the Ghost Zone. The only place people could listen to your scratch."
The ghost boy smiled at his quip, seeing the ghost diva's eyes narrow. The girl brought her hand up to strike. That was enough of an opening as Danny fired an ice beam, intending to freeze the rocker.
But a most unexpected development occurred.
"Take this!" Dash cried as he ran past Danny with a guitar over his head.
It seemed he was trying to hit the girl with the stringed instrument, but instead, he took the blast from Danny and found himself encased in ice. He shivered and yelped, hollering for help as the power chord was struck, sending him off into the ghostly hero. The two crashed into the wall the jock's cage shattered.
"Well now, I think that's enough chaos for one day." Ember floated up as her hair flared up like a torch. "Catch ya on my next tour, dipstick. And remember, she's not safe anymore." The diva sent a wink as her hair enveloped her before vanishing into thin air.
The ghost boy pushed off the jock, sending a glare as the blonde boy gave a nervous grin.
"W-we sure showed her. Huh, buddy?"
Danny ignored the football player, shaking his head as he surveyed the damage done. The music store was wrecked but salvageable as the employees came out from hiding. Dissatisfied with everything, the ghost boy fights the urge to pummel the interloping bully, knowing he'd have trouble holding back.
"What were you thinking!?" Danny yelled. "I had her!"
"I just..." Dash glanced at Amélie, giving the full answer as the ghost boy sighed.
"You know what, next time, just stay on the sidelines."
Sighing, Danny Phantom phased through the roof as the employees glared at the jock. They walk over to the boy, but the quarterback flees the scene before he is cornered.
Amélie sighs, disliking the boy even more. The sound of stretching fabric catches her attention, and the girl notices her new outfit. With a twist and twirl, the girl notices how good she looks, but the fact her shirt is ripping was cause for her to find her old clothes and leave.
But not before buying the outfit.
Having escaped to a nearby alley, Dash stood in the darkness between buildings, growling lowly at what had happened as he slammed a fist into the wall. He winced at the pain, clutching his hand.
"Dang it! I could've stopped that hot ghost chick, and maybe gotten her number, and then scored with Amelia!" Dash hit the ground in anger, unaware of his audience. The boy got up and stored out, vowing to impress the French girl.
But first, he needed a punching bag.
From above, a gruesome pair of eyes watch the boy leave, slowly landing where Dash had been earlier.
"This will work," the ghost said.
And now Amélie is part of the adventures, though unwilling right now and unknowingly so. Seems Danny's gonna have to watch her back more and try to keep a low profile for now. Life never is easy for the ghost boy, especially with what's in store, and Amélie will have moments to shine too.
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