Crossing Over is Never Easy [Chapter 4]
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esp_dragonFandom: Danny Phantom/ Bleach crossover
Summary: 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: Anubis - Egpytian
Hades - Greek
Guh, punctuation?!
OOC?
Genre: Action/Adventure
Word count: 2,637
Status: Work in Progress
Danny pushed the front door open with a sigh. He'd gone to his classes after lunch; he may as well have learned something in the entire day of ghost fighting instead of skipping the last class as well. His first period class was math and well, it was his worst subject after all, so it didn't count.
He'd completely ignored Sam and Tucker throughout the class. Sam had sent him a few notes but he hadn't even opened them. When they had tried to talk to him afterwards, he was actually glad that he had detention. He'd been able to grab something else to snack on as well before it started.
Detention had included doing the homework that he had neglected to do for that day. He'd actually been able to do it and without having to use the excuse of needing to 'go to the toilet' for once. There hadn't been that many people in detention with him and even better, Dash wasn't one of them either.
"Hi Danny." Danny looked into the kitchen and saw Jazz with numerous papers spread all over the kitchen table.
"A new assignment, Jazz?" he asked, pausing at the bottom of the staircase. He'd already had a hand on the banister and a foot on the first step before deciding to talk to her.
"Hmm?" She already had her head down when Danny asked the question. It was either that or she hadn't looked up in the first place. Which meant mom and dad were home if she didn't need to look up to know that it was him. For once in a long time, he wasn't actually late for curfew.
He rolled his eyes to himself at her distraction. "Never mind, Jazz. Don't mind me." There wasn't much point in talking to her when she was working on a project. She became completely focused on whatever she was doing and hardly anything could distract her apart from an earthquake - that would be because she couldn't read her notes properly. There would be other times where the complete opposite happened and she'd be twitching in irritation at hearing a mouse in the lab downstairs (Danny didn't know how a mouse could get in there anyway but the point still stood, Maybe a ghost mouse...).
Danny headed up to his room, trying to make as little as possible noise as he did so. He didn't want to know what kind of studying mood Jazz was in and he didn't want to find out the hard way.
Pushing the door to his room open, Danny frowned when he saw that it was occupied. Tucker was sitting on his desk chair while Sam looked like she was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.
"What're you two doing here?" he asked them. He shrugged off his schoolbag and set it down next to the door. After that, he closed the door quietly and leaned on it, crossing his arms.
The two fidgeted -Tucker with his PDA and Sam with hem of her top- for a few seconds under Danny's gaze. It was Tucker who spoke up first.
"We're here to say we're sorry."
"Look Danny," Sam chimed in before Danny could retort anything, "we're your friends. We've seen what ghosts have done to you first-hand."
Tucker nodded, agreeing with her. "Yeah. Ghosts have hurt you doing all kinds of things to you; we're just trying to make sure that you don't get hurt in what ever we can."
Danny sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. He walked over and practically threw himself on to his unoccupied bed. "I know you're trying to protect me," he said a little tiredly, his voice muffled against the duvet. He rolled over so that he was laid flat on his back. "I figured that out when I was in detention." Seeing the look on his friends faces, he gave them a small smile.
"Hey, it was math," he reminded them. "You can't expect me to have my full attention on what's in front of me do you?" The question elicited a small strained smile from the two of them.
"It was just... frustrating," Danny said with a deep sigh escaping from his lips as he stared up at the ceiling. "I'd found someone who wasn't out to hurt me and was even concerned about my safety and then when I tell my two best friends about it, they instantly think it's a trap."
"Dude," Tucker said, stopping Danny from continuing further. "We couldn't see the guy, remember?" he reminded him. "For all we know, all you were seeing was an illusion created by another ghost to control you."
Danny face twisted to show doubt. He hadn't thought about Ichigo being an illusion - only that he maybe had another agenda. Now that he thought about it, when fighting the concrete ghost, Ichigo hadn't been doing anything when Danny had reached the two. A small frown formed on his face as he concentrated on remembering what happened.
"No, he can't be an illusion," Danny murmured slowly in the quiet room.
"Why not?"
"Because the concrete ghost - she saw him as well." But she was a ghost. Just like he had been at the time.
"It could just be that the illusion only affects ghosts," Tucker hypothesised, confirming Danny's unspoken thoughts.
Danny sat up on his bed and leaned back on the headboard with one leg dangling over the edge. "Or the two are working together," he said glumly. That entire encounter could have been an act. And because of that, he'd had a fight with his two friends.
"I - I don't think that's what's happening," Sam said, slightly tripping over her words. When Danny looked at her, he saw that she was avoiding his eyes. Danny realised that she hadn't joined in the conversation apart from the two sentences at the start.
"Why not?" he asked her.
"Because, because, ugh." She stopped with a sigh and looked up at the two of them. "I think I know but I'm not entirely sure. Can you just answer two questions before I know if I'm right or not?" Sam asked Danny as she held up two fingers for further clarification.
"Sure."
"Did you see that ghost again today?"
Danny shook his head. "No." He hadn't seen any ghosts after seeing Ichigo, come to think of it.
"What did he say he was when me and Tucker were there?"
Danny looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Um, I can't completely remember; it was a foreign word though. He said he was a shin, a shini-"
"A shinigami," Sam breathed, her eyes widening and her skin paling even further from what it was normally like.
Both Danny and Tucker were surprised by her reaction. They shared a look between them, wondering what was wrong.
"Uh, yeah." Danny said, looking at Sam in concern. "That's exactly what he said he was. Sam, how did you know that?"
Sam bit her lip and her eyes slid away from the two. "He was telling the truth when he said that he didn't want you hurt," she said, her voice a little more subdued. "And he isn't some illusion by another ghost," she added.
"So, what does this shinigami mean?" Tucker asked, pronuncing the unfamiliar word slowly. "And do you know what he's going to do? Mind filling us in?"
"Everyone knows what a shinigami does," Sam said, her voice becoming a little stronger. "Even if you haven't studied the paranormal," she continued on before either of the two boys could butt in.
"You just have to know what the other names for a shinigami are to know what they do."
She looked squarely at Danny and started to explain. "Shinigami go under a lot of different names depending on the culture and the time: Anubis, the Grim Reaper, Death or Hades. You get the idea. Shinigami, in Japanese, literally means 'God of Death'."
Danny gasped and felt his eyes widen and the blood rush away from his face similiar to how Sam's had a few minutes before. He was suddenly glad that he was leaning on the headboard and not standing.
"No way..." Tucker denied in a hushed tone. He himself had gone pale when he had heard the information. His PDA was resting at his feet where he had dropped it.
"That's the reason why he didn't want you to be hurt," she murmured in the quiet room. Sam started to play with the end of her skirt. "It's so that he can send you to whatever's after this world."
Danny slid lower in his bed. "So now, I don't have to just fight ghosts, avoid my parents while trying to do my homework but I have to also avoid from the God of Death now? I - ah - that's impossible!" He buried his face in his hands. "There's no way I can hide from a God. No way."
The room was silent, bar for the ticking of a clock. None of the three teenagers made eye contact with each other. The silence dragged on, turning uncomfortable as no-one knew what to say for comfort.
"One way you could hide from him would be if you stayed in human form," Tucker suggested, his voice low.
"But what about if I use my ghost powers? I can't just stop ghost fighting because someone wanted to send me to the 'next world'," Danny said, using air quotes. "All of the other ghosts in the Ghost Zone want to send me there anyway - just in a as painful way as possible. And I can't control my ghost sense; I can't turn it on or off! So he'll just have to walk near me and then my ghost sense will tell him where I am. Augh!"
Sam was playing with her hair while listening to Danny. "Well, you could try talking to him. He can't send you to the next world," she protested. "You're half-ghost! He only deals with, well, you know what I mean." She trailed off, unable to find the right worlds.
"Talk to him?" Tucker said skeptically. "He's the God of Death! It's his job to send ghosts like Danny to the next world."
"No..." Danny said quietly. "Sam's right. I'm half-ghost and I'm still breathing. If he sends me to the next world, he'll be killing me-"
"And the God of Death only leads ghosts - he can't do anything to you," Tucker finished for Danny, the realisation dawning on the two boys at the same time.
Danny took a deep breath. "Okay, all I have to do is find Ichigo, tell him that I'm half-ghost and then he'll leave me alone. I hope."
There was a brief pause. "He has a name?" The disbelief was evident in their voices.
Dannt chuckled weakly at the response. "That's exactly what I said when he told me his name."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you think that was weird?" she asked.
Danny shrugged, seeing the question on Tucker's face as well. "Well, yeah, but I didn't think it would mean anything." He looked up at the ceiling again in thought. "The last time I saw him, he was fighting a ghost so maybe the next time I fight a ghost, he'll be there." He took another deep breath. "Okay, so what am I going to say to the God of Death?"
Just then, there was a knock at Danny's door. The door opened and Danny's mom poked her head through to check that the teenagers were in the room. When she saw that they were, she came in with a plate of cookies.
"I'd made some cookies this afternoon and your father hasn't eaten all of them yet," she said as she set the plate on to the table next to Danny's bed. When she straighted up, she frowned in concern when her gaze fell on Danny. "Danny? Are you feeling okay? You look awfully pale." She placed her hand on Danny's forehead to check his temperature.
"He's not here either. Damnit, where is that ghost?" Danny's eyes flickered to the centre of his room but he didn't need to because he recognised that voice. It was Ichigo, and he was looking really annoyed. Okay, he'd faced Pariah Dark a little while ago but that was different - Pariah Dark wasn't a god whose sole point in his existance was to send ghosts to the other world. Pariah Dark's sole point of his existance was to rule over all the ghosts in the Ghost Zone which was completely different. Riiight. Well, Danny had went up against him in a fight and Ichigo seemed like a person who wasn't so single-minded since he hadn't tried to send Danny as soon as he had seen him.
"Uh, I'm fine mom. Really." Danny tried to smile at his mother while he hoped that he wasn't getting any paler under her careful watch. Hopefully Ichigo wouldn't say anything else because trying to make sense of the nearly in-sync timing his mom and he had was going to make hard for him to know what his mom was saying and answering was going to be fun. He could feel his heart starting to race and it felt like he was getting lightheaded from lack of air. It was like what it felt like when the adrenaline had hit his bloodstream when he had gotten into a fight with another ghost. What was he going to say to Ichigo when his mom left the room? 'Hi? I'm a half-ghost and please don't send me.' Did he really have to look that annoyed now?
His mom continued to watch Danny a little longer. She seemed satisfied with what she saw as she nodded and then smiled. "Okay honey." She then left the room. Ichigo stepped out of her way without looking at her. It seemed like he was still searching for 'Danny Phantom' in Danny's room.
Ichigo scatched his head angrily and muttered, "How the hell am I supposed to find him?" So it seemed like Ichigo could only sense ghosts and not half-ghosts Danny noted.
Danny took a deep breath. Well, Ichigo was looking for him and he was right there so Danny didn't have to go searching for him. He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "Okay, no time the present I sup - what was that?" There had been a deep roar ripping through the air. It had the echo traditional of a ghost but it sounded feral. Like Wulf in one way but so different. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Danny's head whipped round to stare out the window.
"What was what?"
"Oh you've gotta be friggin' kiddin' me!" Danny heard Ichigo yell, the frustration obvious in his voice. Ichigo was then at Danny's open window and swinging a leg over the windowledge. Just before he exited, Ichigo turned his head to look at Danny. "He heard it?" he muttered to himself. Ichigo swung his other leg over and slipped through the gap in the window.
As soon as Ichigo disappeared from view, Danny felt the familiar shiver down his spine and a plume of frozen air escaped from his mouth. Danny glared at it.
"You're a bit late aren't you?" he said to it.
"Danny?" he heard Sam ask.
He shook his head. "I'm okay, really. Goin' ghost." A flash of light and 'Danny Phantom' was hovering above the bed. He sighed again, trying to calm his nerves. "He's doing his job and and I'm doing mine. We aren't going to be able to talk during the fight but afterwards... That's when I'll do it." Assuring himself, Danny flew through the wall to find the ghost that he had heard.
Summary: 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: Anubis - Egpytian
Hades - Greek
Guh, punctuation?!
OOC?
Genre: Action/Adventure
Word count: 2,637
Status: Work in Progress
Danny pushed the front door open with a sigh. He'd gone to his classes after lunch; he may as well have learned something in the entire day of ghost fighting instead of skipping the last class as well. His first period class was math and well, it was his worst subject after all, so it didn't count.
He'd completely ignored Sam and Tucker throughout the class. Sam had sent him a few notes but he hadn't even opened them. When they had tried to talk to him afterwards, he was actually glad that he had detention. He'd been able to grab something else to snack on as well before it started.
Detention had included doing the homework that he had neglected to do for that day. He'd actually been able to do it and without having to use the excuse of needing to 'go to the toilet' for once. There hadn't been that many people in detention with him and even better, Dash wasn't one of them either.
"Hi Danny." Danny looked into the kitchen and saw Jazz with numerous papers spread all over the kitchen table.
"A new assignment, Jazz?" he asked, pausing at the bottom of the staircase. He'd already had a hand on the banister and a foot on the first step before deciding to talk to her.
"Hmm?" She already had her head down when Danny asked the question. It was either that or she hadn't looked up in the first place. Which meant mom and dad were home if she didn't need to look up to know that it was him. For once in a long time, he wasn't actually late for curfew.
He rolled his eyes to himself at her distraction. "Never mind, Jazz. Don't mind me." There wasn't much point in talking to her when she was working on a project. She became completely focused on whatever she was doing and hardly anything could distract her apart from an earthquake - that would be because she couldn't read her notes properly. There would be other times where the complete opposite happened and she'd be twitching in irritation at hearing a mouse in the lab downstairs (Danny didn't know how a mouse could get in there anyway but the point still stood, Maybe a ghost mouse...).
Danny headed up to his room, trying to make as little as possible noise as he did so. He didn't want to know what kind of studying mood Jazz was in and he didn't want to find out the hard way.
Pushing the door to his room open, Danny frowned when he saw that it was occupied. Tucker was sitting on his desk chair while Sam looked like she was sitting on one of the kitchen chairs.
"What're you two doing here?" he asked them. He shrugged off his schoolbag and set it down next to the door. After that, he closed the door quietly and leaned on it, crossing his arms.
The two fidgeted -Tucker with his PDA and Sam with hem of her top- for a few seconds under Danny's gaze. It was Tucker who spoke up first.
"We're here to say we're sorry."
"Look Danny," Sam chimed in before Danny could retort anything, "we're your friends. We've seen what ghosts have done to you first-hand."
Tucker nodded, agreeing with her. "Yeah. Ghosts have hurt you doing all kinds of things to you; we're just trying to make sure that you don't get hurt in what ever we can."
Danny sighed and ran a hand through his unruly hair. He walked over and practically threw himself on to his unoccupied bed. "I know you're trying to protect me," he said a little tiredly, his voice muffled against the duvet. He rolled over so that he was laid flat on his back. "I figured that out when I was in detention." Seeing the look on his friends faces, he gave them a small smile.
"Hey, it was math," he reminded them. "You can't expect me to have my full attention on what's in front of me do you?" The question elicited a small strained smile from the two of them.
"It was just... frustrating," Danny said with a deep sigh escaping from his lips as he stared up at the ceiling. "I'd found someone who wasn't out to hurt me and was even concerned about my safety and then when I tell my two best friends about it, they instantly think it's a trap."
"Dude," Tucker said, stopping Danny from continuing further. "We couldn't see the guy, remember?" he reminded him. "For all we know, all you were seeing was an illusion created by another ghost to control you."
Danny face twisted to show doubt. He hadn't thought about Ichigo being an illusion - only that he maybe had another agenda. Now that he thought about it, when fighting the concrete ghost, Ichigo hadn't been doing anything when Danny had reached the two. A small frown formed on his face as he concentrated on remembering what happened.
"No, he can't be an illusion," Danny murmured slowly in the quiet room.
"Why not?"
"Because the concrete ghost - she saw him as well." But she was a ghost. Just like he had been at the time.
"It could just be that the illusion only affects ghosts," Tucker hypothesised, confirming Danny's unspoken thoughts.
Danny sat up on his bed and leaned back on the headboard with one leg dangling over the edge. "Or the two are working together," he said glumly. That entire encounter could have been an act. And because of that, he'd had a fight with his two friends.
"I - I don't think that's what's happening," Sam said, slightly tripping over her words. When Danny looked at her, he saw that she was avoiding his eyes. Danny realised that she hadn't joined in the conversation apart from the two sentences at the start.
"Why not?" he asked her.
"Because, because, ugh." She stopped with a sigh and looked up at the two of them. "I think I know but I'm not entirely sure. Can you just answer two questions before I know if I'm right or not?" Sam asked Danny as she held up two fingers for further clarification.
"Sure."
"Did you see that ghost again today?"
Danny shook his head. "No." He hadn't seen any ghosts after seeing Ichigo, come to think of it.
"What did he say he was when me and Tucker were there?"
Danny looked up at the ceiling and sighed. "Um, I can't completely remember; it was a foreign word though. He said he was a shin, a shini-"
"A shinigami," Sam breathed, her eyes widening and her skin paling even further from what it was normally like.
Both Danny and Tucker were surprised by her reaction. They shared a look between them, wondering what was wrong.
"Uh, yeah." Danny said, looking at Sam in concern. "That's exactly what he said he was. Sam, how did you know that?"
Sam bit her lip and her eyes slid away from the two. "He was telling the truth when he said that he didn't want you hurt," she said, her voice a little more subdued. "And he isn't some illusion by another ghost," she added.
"So, what does this shinigami mean?" Tucker asked, pronuncing the unfamiliar word slowly. "And do you know what he's going to do? Mind filling us in?"
"Everyone knows what a shinigami does," Sam said, her voice becoming a little stronger. "Even if you haven't studied the paranormal," she continued on before either of the two boys could butt in.
"You just have to know what the other names for a shinigami are to know what they do."
She looked squarely at Danny and started to explain. "Shinigami go under a lot of different names depending on the culture and the time: Anubis, the Grim Reaper, Death or Hades. You get the idea. Shinigami, in Japanese, literally means 'God of Death'."
Danny gasped and felt his eyes widen and the blood rush away from his face similiar to how Sam's had a few minutes before. He was suddenly glad that he was leaning on the headboard and not standing.
"No way..." Tucker denied in a hushed tone. He himself had gone pale when he had heard the information. His PDA was resting at his feet where he had dropped it.
"That's the reason why he didn't want you to be hurt," she murmured in the quiet room. Sam started to play with the end of her skirt. "It's so that he can send you to whatever's after this world."
Danny slid lower in his bed. "So now, I don't have to just fight ghosts, avoid my parents while trying to do my homework but I have to also avoid from the God of Death now? I - ah - that's impossible!" He buried his face in his hands. "There's no way I can hide from a God. No way."
The room was silent, bar for the ticking of a clock. None of the three teenagers made eye contact with each other. The silence dragged on, turning uncomfortable as no-one knew what to say for comfort.
"One way you could hide from him would be if you stayed in human form," Tucker suggested, his voice low.
"But what about if I use my ghost powers? I can't just stop ghost fighting because someone wanted to send me to the 'next world'," Danny said, using air quotes. "All of the other ghosts in the Ghost Zone want to send me there anyway - just in a as painful way as possible. And I can't control my ghost sense; I can't turn it on or off! So he'll just have to walk near me and then my ghost sense will tell him where I am. Augh!"
Sam was playing with her hair while listening to Danny. "Well, you could try talking to him. He can't send you to the next world," she protested. "You're half-ghost! He only deals with, well, you know what I mean." She trailed off, unable to find the right worlds.
"Talk to him?" Tucker said skeptically. "He's the God of Death! It's his job to send ghosts like Danny to the next world."
"No..." Danny said quietly. "Sam's right. I'm half-ghost and I'm still breathing. If he sends me to the next world, he'll be killing me-"
"And the God of Death only leads ghosts - he can't do anything to you," Tucker finished for Danny, the realisation dawning on the two boys at the same time.
Danny took a deep breath. "Okay, all I have to do is find Ichigo, tell him that I'm half-ghost and then he'll leave me alone. I hope."
There was a brief pause. "He has a name?" The disbelief was evident in their voices.
Dannt chuckled weakly at the response. "That's exactly what I said when he told me his name."
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Didn't you think that was weird?" she asked.
Danny shrugged, seeing the question on Tucker's face as well. "Well, yeah, but I didn't think it would mean anything." He looked up at the ceiling again in thought. "The last time I saw him, he was fighting a ghost so maybe the next time I fight a ghost, he'll be there." He took another deep breath. "Okay, so what am I going to say to the God of Death?"
Just then, there was a knock at Danny's door. The door opened and Danny's mom poked her head through to check that the teenagers were in the room. When she saw that they were, she came in with a plate of cookies.
"I'd made some cookies this afternoon and your father hasn't eaten all of them yet," she said as she set the plate on to the table next to Danny's bed. When she straighted up, she frowned in concern when her gaze fell on Danny. "Danny? Are you feeling okay? You look awfully pale." She placed her hand on Danny's forehead to check his temperature.
"He's not here either. Damnit, where is that ghost?" Danny's eyes flickered to the centre of his room but he didn't need to because he recognised that voice. It was Ichigo, and he was looking really annoyed. Okay, he'd faced Pariah Dark a little while ago but that was different - Pariah Dark wasn't a god whose sole point in his existance was to send ghosts to the other world. Pariah Dark's sole point of his existance was to rule over all the ghosts in the Ghost Zone which was completely different. Riiight. Well, Danny had went up against him in a fight and Ichigo seemed like a person who wasn't so single-minded since he hadn't tried to send Danny as soon as he had seen him.
"Uh, I'm fine mom. Really." Danny tried to smile at his mother while he hoped that he wasn't getting any paler under her careful watch. Hopefully Ichigo wouldn't say anything else because trying to make sense of the nearly in-sync timing his mom and he had was going to make hard for him to know what his mom was saying and answering was going to be fun. He could feel his heart starting to race and it felt like he was getting lightheaded from lack of air. It was like what it felt like when the adrenaline had hit his bloodstream when he had gotten into a fight with another ghost. What was he going to say to Ichigo when his mom left the room? 'Hi? I'm a half-ghost and please don't send me.' Did he really have to look that annoyed now?
His mom continued to watch Danny a little longer. She seemed satisfied with what she saw as she nodded and then smiled. "Okay honey." She then left the room. Ichigo stepped out of her way without looking at her. It seemed like he was still searching for 'Danny Phantom' in Danny's room.
Ichigo scatched his head angrily and muttered, "How the hell am I supposed to find him?" So it seemed like Ichigo could only sense ghosts and not half-ghosts Danny noted.
Danny took a deep breath. Well, Ichigo was looking for him and he was right there so Danny didn't have to go searching for him. He rubbed the back of his neck uneasily. "Okay, no time the present I sup - what was that?" There had been a deep roar ripping through the air. It had the echo traditional of a ghost but it sounded feral. Like Wulf in one way but so different. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. Danny's head whipped round to stare out the window.
"What was what?"
"Oh you've gotta be friggin' kiddin' me!" Danny heard Ichigo yell, the frustration obvious in his voice. Ichigo was then at Danny's open window and swinging a leg over the windowledge. Just before he exited, Ichigo turned his head to look at Danny. "He heard it?" he muttered to himself. Ichigo swung his other leg over and slipped through the gap in the window.
As soon as Ichigo disappeared from view, Danny felt the familiar shiver down his spine and a plume of frozen air escaped from his mouth. Danny glared at it.
"You're a bit late aren't you?" he said to it.
"Danny?" he heard Sam ask.
He shook his head. "I'm okay, really. Goin' ghost." A flash of light and 'Danny Phantom' was hovering above the bed. He sighed again, trying to calm his nerves. "He's doing his job and and I'm doing mine. We aren't going to be able to talk during the fight but afterwards... That's when I'll do it." Assuring himself, Danny flew through the wall to find the ghost that he had heard.