Crossing Over is Never Easy [Chapter 3]
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esp_dragonFandom: Danny Phantom/ Bleach crossover
Summary: [Danny Phantom/ Bleach crossover] Danny Fenton's life hasn't exactly been easy for the last few months. And now a shinigami has come through the Fenton Portal... WHAT?!
Rating: K
Notes: Is Rukia's mobile phone one-way? Can she only get calls but not make called?
*does a happy dance* I did make a Cloud Strife reference!
=/ Don't actually know if Danny reaction is right.
*Glares* I don't think I'm doing Tucker's character any justice.
*nose wrinkles* Too much smiling...
Kikanshinki. The item used to replace memories.
Kidou. The demon arts used by the shinigami
Konsou. Soul burial. When the soul is sent to Soul Society.
Bleach timeline. Set after episode 14, "Back to Back, a Fight to the Death!" or episode 7, "Greetings from a Stuffed Toy"
Genre: Action/Adventure
Word count:1,789 2,017 2,097 2,321
Status: Work in Progress
"Is it clear?"
Sam and Tucker glanced around the playground as slyly as they could. There was no-one near them and no-one looking in their general direction.
Tucker leaned forwards and rested his cheek on his fist. "It's clear," he confirmed, hiding his moving lips behind his fist.
There was a brief white flash under the table that Sam and Tucker were sitting at and Danny crawled up from under it. He sat down heavily next to Tucker.
"I am starving," Danny complained. "I haven't eaten anything since... yesterday. Aw man." The realisation of the fact made his stomach tighten even more. Danny clutched his stomach just as it growled. It was as if just knowing the last time he had eaten made the hunger pain even worse.
Sam fished around in her schoolbag and pulled out a sandwich. She handed it to Danny. "Here."
He looked at it and then back at Sam. He shook his head and attempted to give it back to her. "Sam, I can't."
She rolled her eyes and slid away from Danny far enough that he couldn't reach her to give it back easily. "Sure ya can. I bought it on the way back to school. And it's got meat in it," -Danny took a closer look and saw that she was right- "I'm an ultra-recyclo vegetarian remember? I don't eat meat."
Danny withdrew his arm. "Wow, thanks." He unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. Okay, that felt good. He could feel himself slouching more on the seat but he didn't care. He had food in his stomach and that was all that mattered for the moment.
Sam's lips quirked. "I'm not the only one you should thank." She nodded to Tucker. "Tucker was the one who realised that you hadn't had anything to eat at break either."
Taking a swallow, Danny said, "Thanks. Both of you. I couldn't have better best friends." He looked at each of them and smiled.
Sam smiled back.
"Ah, it was nothing," Tucker said, pretending to blush and look away.
Sam looked around again and leaned forward. "That ghost you were speaking to when we found you - what did he look like?" she asked in a low tone.
Danny had already taken a bite out of the sandwich so Sam and Tucker had to wait as Danny chewed and swallowed. He used that time to remind himself what the ghost had looked like. "Tall. Orange hair. He was wearing a black robe. Oh yeah, and he had the biggest sword I have ever seen." That was the hardest thing to forget. The sword had to have been made specifically for him or something because a sword that size wasn't exactly regular-sized. He wasn't an expert but you didn't really need to be one to know what a normal person should be able to carry.
Tucker raised an eyebrow skeptically. "How big?"
Danny tried to indicate how long and wide the sword was with his arms. He thought that his arms only covered the blade and not the additional length of the hilt. "Cloud Strife's Buster Sword had nothing on it." Tucker whistled, his eyes getting wide. "His sword wasn't as wide as the Buster Sword and it wasn't as long as Sephiroth's but you get the idea." As if anyone would really make a six foot length sword - even if the sword already looked hard to weild and it wasn't as long.
"Yikes," Sam muttered. "That big."
Danny nodded when he heard her. "Yeah, that big. But he's on my side so that's a good thing," he added with a small smile of relief.
"Uh, how to you know that?" Tucker asked Danny uncertainly.
"Because he was fighting another ghost when I got there and he wanted me to get away in case I got hurt," Danny explained. He took another bite out of his sandwich.
"There could be a reason for that Danny," Sam warned.
"Yeah, what if the guy's like Skulker and wanted to be the only one to hurt you and no-one else to?" Tucker pointed out, flailing his arms slightly.
"Oh, come on you guys!" Danny said in exasperation as he waved what was left of his sandwich in the air. "I find one ghost out of the millions of ghosts in the Ghost Zone who's willing to help me -apart from Wulf- and you guys think it's a trap."
"Uh, yeah!" Sam and Tucker said in unison.
"I can't believe this!" Danny said angrily. "Fine, if that's what you think, I'm going." He stood up from the table, leaving his sandwich behind.
"Danny, wait!" Sam held up a hand to try and stop him but he evaded her and Tucker's hands and started running.
Sam slumped back into her seat, not trying to run after him. She knew as soon as Danny hit a corner that no-one was looking at, he would disappear from sight. Literally. Knowing this, she buried her face in her hands. Why didn't she just tell him straight away?
Tucker looked at the direction that Danny had run to. "Do you think he'll be in class?"
"I don't know."
:-:-:
Ichigo was confused. He'd checked the maps, the tourist leaflets and the newspapers. He knew that there was a day's difference between today's date and the date that he last knew. So he hadn't been unconscious for too long, only a few hours.
The question was how he had somehow found himself in America. The answer for that lay in that -what had the ghost called it?- 'Fenton Portal'. How had it brought him here? And why him? Why specifically him? Because he was shinigami?
After half a day in Amity Park he could guess that could be a valid reason. The city was filled to bursting point with ghosts. Either there was a very high death rate in Amity Park (there didn't seem to be any indication of that in the newspapers) or there wasn't someone to send them to Soul Society. Specifically, a shinigami.
What had happened to the shinigami in the city? And why hadn't Soul Society sent another shinigami to replace him or her?
Unless... he was the one they sent.
Ichigo screwed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead with a palm. That didn't make any sense! Soul Society didn't know that he had shinigami powers or else they wouldn't be sending orders to Rukia. And they would have probably ordered her to go back there so that she could recover her powers there if they knew.
And then there were the 'Hollows' in the city. Ichigo knew that they couldn't be the Hollows that he was used to fighting. He opened his eyes and started to walk again in a random direction. Rukia had told him that all Hollows, even though they all differed from one another, had one universal constant: their masks. Every Hollow wore a white skeletal mask.
None of the 'Hollows' that he had fought here had been wearing one. They looked mostly like a Plus spirit but it was wreaking havoc on the city like a Hollow would. Maybe the mask was hidden somewhere else...
Another thing that was different from the Hollows that he was used to was that he had never seen any Hollows use the environment around them to make themselves stronger. And bigger. A lot bigger from their original size. Were these Hollows a completely different breed from the Hollows in his hometown like the Menos were?
On the other hand, he had been successful in sending a few Pluses to Soul Society. Now, there was that one ghost that Ichigo hadn't found again - that white-haired boy.
Ichigo had appreciated the help (he was still getting used to fighting these kinds of 'Hollows') from him but he didn't want to see the ghost being hurt because he had been fighting and Ichigo wasn't able to protect him properly.
But how long had that ghost been fighting the other ghosts here? He seemed to have a reputation in the 'Ghost Zone'. Could the ghost be acting as a shinigami here and that was why another one hadn't been sent?
By the looks of things, the ghost was better suited to fighting these 'Hollows' instead of him, Ichigo had to admit. Ichigo didn't know any kidou like Rukia (okay, he didn't have any official shinigami training) and it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage by only attacking with his zanpukutou.
He'd never seen any Hollows that could turn themselves intangible before; Rukia had never mentioned it either. And in Ichigo's head, what was the point? Hollows were interested in one thing and one thing only: eating souls. It didn't matter to them if they demolished an entire building to get the soul they were after. They could leave the human world when they wanted but going intangible had no use for them. The more damage they created, the more chance they would kill someone which meant more food for them.
So should he use konsou on that ghost or not? It was his job to lead the unsent spirits to Soul Society. But it seemed like it was also the ghost's job to get rid of the 'Hollows' here. Ichigo couldn't leave the city without a protector - especially if a shinigami wasn't anywhere to be found.
Ichigo stopped next to a wall and leaned on it. What if - what if the same thing that had happened to Rukia had happened to the shinigami here? That a shinigami had given their powers to a human because the shinigami had been too injured to fight but the human had died soon after? No power, no way of getting home. No shinigami.
It painfully made sense. Ichigo took a long look at the street he was in. Specifically, the people.
Some were laughing with friends; others were quietly listening to music as they walked down the street. Normal. Except the laughs were sometimes too loud, too fake. The ones by themselves, their eyes jittered from place to place, as if they were trying to find something.
They were expecting a ghost to attack at any given moment. In Karakura Town, Ichigo's hometown, this wasn't the case. Only the few people who could see ghosts and Hollows really knew what the 'bombs' and 'explosions' were. The rest of the populace accepted the explanations they were given on the news as to them - it seemed 'normal'. It was bad, yeah, but it was what made sense to their world. The usage of kikanshinki had probably also helped.
To the people in Amity Park, it was natural to assume anything that happened was due to a ghost attack.
Was this what happened when a shinigami doesn't do their job?
Ichigo's eyes widened as he remembered something that he hadn't been thinking about since he had first found himself in the city. There had been two things on his mind when he had left 'FentonWorks' (he winced inwardly. How could someone do that to their house? He'd practically fallen over his own feet when he saw the outside of the house for the first time): finding out where he was and going home.
After he had actually left, his priorities had changed slightly when he saw the number of ghosts and 'Hollows' roaming the area. Which now lead him to his next priority. It wasn't worry about his family wondering where he was -Kon was in his body so they wouldn't know he was gone and worry. Worry about his being gone anyway; worrying about his sudden change in behaviour on the other hand...- but the fact that he'd left his hometown without a shinigami to protect it.
If a city without a shinigami turned into a city like Amity Park, he didn't want the same to happen to Karakura Town.
Ichigo decided to see the ghost again. Maybe they would work something out, find out a few answers. Like if the ghost had seen a shinigami before and if he had, when was the last time he had seen him or her?
But how to find that ghost... Thinking for a few minutes, Ichigo remembered the trick that he had used to find Yuuichi Shibata when the boy had been trapped in the body of a cockatiel. He focused like he had on that day, willing himself to find that one spark, that one thing that felt familiar so that he could reach the Spirit Thread of the ghost so that he could find him.
He concentrated, searching, sifting through all of the flashes that he could see, to find that one thread that told him it belonged to the ghost.
There.
Ichigo's eyes snapped open and he grabbed at the Spirit Thread so that he could follow it to the ghost. Or he tried to. As soon as his fingers brushed against the thread, it seemed to disintigrate - making it impossible for him to follow. Frowning in confusion (that hadn't happened last time), Ichigo tried again. He found the familiarity again, faster this time, but when he reached for it, again, it disappeared in his hand.
Well, that was weird.
He then decided to go back to FentonWorks. With all the differences from his hometown, he wasn't completely surprised by the fact that the ghosts were different as well. So he didn't know what school the ghost haunted and he wasn't stupid enough to try to search each school one by one. There had to be at least ten high schools in a city this size. Finding each one and then trying to locate one ghost would waste too much time. He couldn't waste his time trying to find the ghost when he knew at least one of the ghosts haunts.
Making up his mind -and hoping he wouldn't get himself too lost- he started his trek back to FentonWorks. He grumbled over the fact that Rukia had never taught him how to turn in to a Hell Butterfly as he walked down the road.
Summary: [Danny Phantom/ Bleach crossover] Danny Fenton's life hasn't exactly been easy for the last few months. And now a shinigami has come through the Fenton Portal... WHAT?!
Rating: K
Notes: Is Rukia's mobile phone one-way? Can she only get calls but not make called?
*does a happy dance* I did make a Cloud Strife reference!
=/ Don't actually know if Danny reaction is right.
*Glares* I don't think I'm doing Tucker's character any justice.
*nose wrinkles* Too much smiling...
Kikanshinki. The item used to replace memories.
Kidou. The demon arts used by the shinigami
Konsou. Soul burial. When the soul is sent to Soul Society.
Bleach timeline. Set after episode 14, "Back to Back, a Fight to the Death!" or episode 7, "Greetings from a Stuffed Toy"
Genre: Action/Adventure
Word count:
Status: Work in Progress
"Is it clear?"
Sam and Tucker glanced around the playground as slyly as they could. There was no-one near them and no-one looking in their general direction.
Tucker leaned forwards and rested his cheek on his fist. "It's clear," he confirmed, hiding his moving lips behind his fist.
There was a brief white flash under the table that Sam and Tucker were sitting at and Danny crawled up from under it. He sat down heavily next to Tucker.
"I am starving," Danny complained. "I haven't eaten anything since... yesterday. Aw man." The realisation of the fact made his stomach tighten even more. Danny clutched his stomach just as it growled. It was as if just knowing the last time he had eaten made the hunger pain even worse.
Sam fished around in her schoolbag and pulled out a sandwich. She handed it to Danny. "Here."
He looked at it and then back at Sam. He shook his head and attempted to give it back to her. "Sam, I can't."
She rolled her eyes and slid away from Danny far enough that he couldn't reach her to give it back easily. "Sure ya can. I bought it on the way back to school. And it's got meat in it," -Danny took a closer look and saw that she was right- "I'm an ultra-recyclo vegetarian remember? I don't eat meat."
Danny withdrew his arm. "Wow, thanks." He unwrapped the sandwich and took a bite. Okay, that felt good. He could feel himself slouching more on the seat but he didn't care. He had food in his stomach and that was all that mattered for the moment.
Sam's lips quirked. "I'm not the only one you should thank." She nodded to Tucker. "Tucker was the one who realised that you hadn't had anything to eat at break either."
Taking a swallow, Danny said, "Thanks. Both of you. I couldn't have better best friends." He looked at each of them and smiled.
Sam smiled back.
"Ah, it was nothing," Tucker said, pretending to blush and look away.
Sam looked around again and leaned forward. "That ghost you were speaking to when we found you - what did he look like?" she asked in a low tone.
Danny had already taken a bite out of the sandwich so Sam and Tucker had to wait as Danny chewed and swallowed. He used that time to remind himself what the ghost had looked like. "Tall. Orange hair. He was wearing a black robe. Oh yeah, and he had the biggest sword I have ever seen." That was the hardest thing to forget. The sword had to have been made specifically for him or something because a sword that size wasn't exactly regular-sized. He wasn't an expert but you didn't really need to be one to know what a normal person should be able to carry.
Tucker raised an eyebrow skeptically. "How big?"
Danny tried to indicate how long and wide the sword was with his arms. He thought that his arms only covered the blade and not the additional length of the hilt. "Cloud Strife's Buster Sword had nothing on it." Tucker whistled, his eyes getting wide. "His sword wasn't as wide as the Buster Sword and it wasn't as long as Sephiroth's but you get the idea." As if anyone would really make a six foot length sword - even if the sword already looked hard to weild and it wasn't as long.
"Yikes," Sam muttered. "That big."
Danny nodded when he heard her. "Yeah, that big. But he's on my side so that's a good thing," he added with a small smile of relief.
"Uh, how to you know that?" Tucker asked Danny uncertainly.
"Because he was fighting another ghost when I got there and he wanted me to get away in case I got hurt," Danny explained. He took another bite out of his sandwich.
"There could be a reason for that Danny," Sam warned.
"Yeah, what if the guy's like Skulker and wanted to be the only one to hurt you and no-one else to?" Tucker pointed out, flailing his arms slightly.
"Oh, come on you guys!" Danny said in exasperation as he waved what was left of his sandwich in the air. "I find one ghost out of the millions of ghosts in the Ghost Zone who's willing to help me -apart from Wulf- and you guys think it's a trap."
"Uh, yeah!" Sam and Tucker said in unison.
"I can't believe this!" Danny said angrily. "Fine, if that's what you think, I'm going." He stood up from the table, leaving his sandwich behind.
"Danny, wait!" Sam held up a hand to try and stop him but he evaded her and Tucker's hands and started running.
Sam slumped back into her seat, not trying to run after him. She knew as soon as Danny hit a corner that no-one was looking at, he would disappear from sight. Literally. Knowing this, she buried her face in her hands. Why didn't she just tell him straight away?
Tucker looked at the direction that Danny had run to. "Do you think he'll be in class?"
"I don't know."
Ichigo was confused. He'd checked the maps, the tourist leaflets and the newspapers. He knew that there was a day's difference between today's date and the date that he last knew. So he hadn't been unconscious for too long, only a few hours.
The question was how he had somehow found himself in America. The answer for that lay in that -what had the ghost called it?- 'Fenton Portal'. How had it brought him here? And why him? Why specifically him? Because he was shinigami?
After half a day in Amity Park he could guess that could be a valid reason. The city was filled to bursting point with ghosts. Either there was a very high death rate in Amity Park (there didn't seem to be any indication of that in the newspapers) or there wasn't someone to send them to Soul Society. Specifically, a shinigami.
What had happened to the shinigami in the city? And why hadn't Soul Society sent another shinigami to replace him or her?
Unless... he was the one they sent.
Ichigo screwed his eyes shut and rubbed his forehead with a palm. That didn't make any sense! Soul Society didn't know that he had shinigami powers or else they wouldn't be sending orders to Rukia. And they would have probably ordered her to go back there so that she could recover her powers there if they knew.
And then there were the 'Hollows' in the city. Ichigo knew that they couldn't be the Hollows that he was used to fighting. He opened his eyes and started to walk again in a random direction. Rukia had told him that all Hollows, even though they all differed from one another, had one universal constant: their masks. Every Hollow wore a white skeletal mask.
None of the 'Hollows' that he had fought here had been wearing one. They looked mostly like a Plus spirit but it was wreaking havoc on the city like a Hollow would. Maybe the mask was hidden somewhere else...
Another thing that was different from the Hollows that he was used to was that he had never seen any Hollows use the environment around them to make themselves stronger. And bigger. A lot bigger from their original size. Were these Hollows a completely different breed from the Hollows in his hometown like the Menos were?
On the other hand, he had been successful in sending a few Pluses to Soul Society. Now, there was that one ghost that Ichigo hadn't found again - that white-haired boy.
Ichigo had appreciated the help (he was still getting used to fighting these kinds of 'Hollows') from him but he didn't want to see the ghost being hurt because he had been fighting and Ichigo wasn't able to protect him properly.
But how long had that ghost been fighting the other ghosts here? He seemed to have a reputation in the 'Ghost Zone'. Could the ghost be acting as a shinigami here and that was why another one hadn't been sent?
By the looks of things, the ghost was better suited to fighting these 'Hollows' instead of him, Ichigo had to admit. Ichigo didn't know any kidou like Rukia (okay, he didn't have any official shinigami training) and it was obvious that he was at a disadvantage by only attacking with his zanpukutou.
He'd never seen any Hollows that could turn themselves intangible before; Rukia had never mentioned it either. And in Ichigo's head, what was the point? Hollows were interested in one thing and one thing only: eating souls. It didn't matter to them if they demolished an entire building to get the soul they were after. They could leave the human world when they wanted but going intangible had no use for them. The more damage they created, the more chance they would kill someone which meant more food for them.
So should he use konsou on that ghost or not? It was his job to lead the unsent spirits to Soul Society. But it seemed like it was also the ghost's job to get rid of the 'Hollows' here. Ichigo couldn't leave the city without a protector - especially if a shinigami wasn't anywhere to be found.
Ichigo stopped next to a wall and leaned on it. What if - what if the same thing that had happened to Rukia had happened to the shinigami here? That a shinigami had given their powers to a human because the shinigami had been too injured to fight but the human had died soon after? No power, no way of getting home. No shinigami.
It painfully made sense. Ichigo took a long look at the street he was in. Specifically, the people.
Some were laughing with friends; others were quietly listening to music as they walked down the street. Normal. Except the laughs were sometimes too loud, too fake. The ones by themselves, their eyes jittered from place to place, as if they were trying to find something.
They were expecting a ghost to attack at any given moment. In Karakura Town, Ichigo's hometown, this wasn't the case. Only the few people who could see ghosts and Hollows really knew what the 'bombs' and 'explosions' were. The rest of the populace accepted the explanations they were given on the news as to them - it seemed 'normal'. It was bad, yeah, but it was what made sense to their world. The usage of kikanshinki had probably also helped.
To the people in Amity Park, it was natural to assume anything that happened was due to a ghost attack.
Was this what happened when a shinigami doesn't do their job?
Ichigo's eyes widened as he remembered something that he hadn't been thinking about since he had first found himself in the city. There had been two things on his mind when he had left 'FentonWorks' (he winced inwardly. How could someone do that to their house? He'd practically fallen over his own feet when he saw the outside of the house for the first time): finding out where he was and going home.
After he had actually left, his priorities had changed slightly when he saw the number of ghosts and 'Hollows' roaming the area. Which now lead him to his next priority. It wasn't worry about his family wondering where he was -Kon was in his body so they wouldn't know he was gone and worry. Worry about his being gone anyway; worrying about his sudden change in behaviour on the other hand...- but the fact that he'd left his hometown without a shinigami to protect it.
If a city without a shinigami turned into a city like Amity Park, he didn't want the same to happen to Karakura Town.
Ichigo decided to see the ghost again. Maybe they would work something out, find out a few answers. Like if the ghost had seen a shinigami before and if he had, when was the last time he had seen him or her?
But how to find that ghost... Thinking for a few minutes, Ichigo remembered the trick that he had used to find Yuuichi Shibata when the boy had been trapped in the body of a cockatiel. He focused like he had on that day, willing himself to find that one spark, that one thing that felt familiar so that he could reach the Spirit Thread of the ghost so that he could find him.
He concentrated, searching, sifting through all of the flashes that he could see, to find that one thread that told him it belonged to the ghost.
There.
Ichigo's eyes snapped open and he grabbed at the Spirit Thread so that he could follow it to the ghost. Or he tried to. As soon as his fingers brushed against the thread, it seemed to disintigrate - making it impossible for him to follow. Frowning in confusion (that hadn't happened last time), Ichigo tried again. He found the familiarity again, faster this time, but when he reached for it, again, it disappeared in his hand.
Well, that was weird.
He then decided to go back to FentonWorks. With all the differences from his hometown, he wasn't completely surprised by the fact that the ghosts were different as well. So he didn't know what school the ghost haunted and he wasn't stupid enough to try to search each school one by one. There had to be at least ten high schools in a city this size. Finding each one and then trying to locate one ghost would waste too much time. He couldn't waste his time trying to find the ghost when he knew at least one of the ghosts haunts.
Making up his mind -and hoping he wouldn't get himself too lost- he started his trek back to FentonWorks. He grumbled over the fact that Rukia had never taught him how to turn in to a Hell Butterfly as he walked down the road.