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Howdy folks! Hope everyone is doing well! Now, I know what you are all thinking. What the hell?! ANOTHER new story?! I'm sorry for everyone waiting on updates for everything else, truly. But life has been VERY busy for the last several months. I got a new job, not the one I hope for, but its something. Unfortunately its pretty draining so my creative energy has been lacking as of late. I DO have the next chapters for 4 different stories all in production, but it has been hard to muster the energy I need to write them to my satisfaction. What DID get my energy going was new ideas, which involved one of my favourite series, Dandadan.
A small warning for Anime-only fans, this will contain spoilers for content beyond season 2 eventually into the content from the manga (day 1 reader babyyyy). Not immediately, but it will happen (unless I take so long updating this it won't matter by the time season 3 and 4 roll around T-T).
Also, I will be experimenting in inserting names of suggested accompanying songs, just to try it.
In any case, I will be getting back to updating Boiled Lamb, For Balance For Honor and eventually AGC in time. In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy!
DandaDanny Phantom
In Danny's defense, he had a busy morning.
Despite all the perks being a half human-spectre hybrid entailed, boundless energy was not one of them. Unfortunately for him, his ectoplasmic adversaries had no such limitation.
It had started with a bout against Ember at 1 AM, her screeching guitar making sure he was DEFINITELY awake by the time it was over. The older he got, the more he related to the elderly neighbours waving their fists at teenagers blaring their new-fangled music. He was all too happy to see the undead rockstar sucked into the Fenton Thermos.
That was followed up quickly with a school of flying ghost jellyfish, who would have been harmless and left to their own devices if their ephemeral tendrils didn't snag everything they touched as they lazily floated over the streets. Danny just counted himself lucky that it was early enough that no one was wandering about to get tangled in their stingers. He only needed to liberate a couple bikes, some trees and someone's car (hopefully they were on the new Phanto-surance policy).
After that was some more nameless assorted ghoulies with too many eyes and teeth (or maybe it was too many teeth and eyes, things started to blur together around 3 AM). They stood little chance against him these days, but they had this irritating habit of running away on sight. It was like a game of hide and seek, if said players could turn invisible and hide in everyday objects.
And just when he thought he was done, who else of course to keep him from his bed, but ol'Boxxy? Apparently someone had told him that refrigerators and freezers were called "Ice-Boxes" once upon a time and had raided an appliance store for weapons, giving him some new cold related powers. Said "cold" amounted to about a nippy 2 degrees celsius, so of course Danny didn't break a sweat, let alone shiver.
By the time he finally got back home and flopped onto his bed, he only had a couple hours before his alarm went off. Not that he heard it, just rolling over and covering his head with his pillow.
Which was why Jazz had nearly broken down his door to yell that he had overslept and that he was going to be late for school.
Again, in Danny's defense, it was a busy morning.
So frantic and half awake was Danny as he fumbled about, trying to stuff a loaf of half buttered toast and bacon strips in his mouth while hopping about yanking on his pants that he couldn't hear a word that his mom and dad were saying. Just humming and nodding as he continued getting ready.
At the very least ghost powers made the run to school a flight instead, giving him just enough time to catch his breath, make sure his belt was holding his pants up this time and get into the classroom before the bell. He was greeted by Tucker and Sam, texting him under their desks.
Sam: "You okay Danny?"
Tucker: "U look like u got run over by a ghost train."
"Dun wanna talk about it. Imma catch a nap soon." He typed back, rubbing his eyes.
The bell trilled, making Danny jolt and Mr Lancer walked in.
"Alright, sit down class!" He snapped, face already twisted into a sullen frown with a hunch in his shoulders. "For those curious as to my ire, I just learned that my car was almost totaled, AGAIN, by a ghost jellyfish this time. So until that Janus-faced insurance company approves my claim I would advise AGAINST testing me!" The balding teacher slammed his text book on his desk, causing more than a few sweat covered brows and some straightened backs, a rarity.
The class watched in silence as he took a minute to take what was probably more than the recommended dose of antacid pills and wash it down with water. He took a deep breath and squared his features.
"Now. Some actual good news, for once…" Lancer muttered under his breath. "Casper High is participating in an international cultural exchange program. For those who don't pay attention… " Danny tried not to grimace at the side eye he got. "...this means that we will be hosting a small number of students from an academy from another country."
Surprise and intrigued murmurs rumbled around the class's ears, for varying reasons. New students meant new possibilities. Possibly new cute girls or handsome boys. Or at the very least some new fodder to take the attention of those on top for a little while.
"Yes, yes, very exciting I know." Lancer waved and nodded, before pointing to a raised hand.
"Where are they from?" Someone asked.
"Good question." Lancer turned to face the board, grabbing a piece of chalk. "Our exchange is in collaboration with Kamikō, or roughly translated as Kami High from Kamigoe City in the Yamaguchi prefecture of Japan." He wrote out the names in English along with the kanji.
The reactions ranged from excitement by a few nerds of specific tastes, underwhelmed boredom mostly from the popular kids and mild interest from the rest. Danny was too tired to go either direction. On the other hand, he spotted Tucker tapping his desk impatiently, wanting to see if they had any cool new gadgets from overseas. Looking past him, Danny almost groaned at the sight of Sam, or more specifically her "I'm mad because of [insert injustice here]" look. Complete with furrowed brow and grinding teeth. Whatever got her goat this time he didn't know, but he was sure he would hear all about it later.
Whatever. Danny just wanted the new kids to show up already so he could just catch some z's before second period.
Meanwhile, hands flew up and questions bounced off Lancer's shiny head.
"Where are they staying?"
"A-Are any of them girls? Do they have a b-boyfriend?"
"How long are they going to be here?"
"Do they have football in Japan?"
"Are there any boys? Do they like cheerleaders?"
"You can ask them yourselves between classes. Just make sure to make them all feel welcome during their stay here!" Lancer barked, silencing them. "Oscar Wilde knows that the ghosts running around might be enough to make them fly back home, so don't let their time in school be the tipping point and make us look bad. Do I make myself clear?"
A round of nods and thumbs up while Danny rolled his eyes. Like that was ever going to happen.
"If we are ready, then without further delay…" Lancer stepped over and opened the door.
(Dandadan OST: a slice of peach)
They were an eclectic pair (hey, Danny paid attention in English lit, SOMETIMES), a boy led by an unrepentant looking girl to the front of the class. He'd even call her cute if her expression didn't remind him of Sam, with how she looked around with her sort of auburn eyes filled with attitude, as if daring someone to start something. What that was, he didn't know. Maybe judging her, shall we say, stylish fashion sense, a black and pink jacket hanging over a matching white and pink striped t-shirt, black shorts and sneakers with lime green laces.
"Yo." She greeted monotonously, looking bored out of her mind as she flicked some of her brown hair back, big green disk earrings jingling. "The name's Ayase Momo, or I guess it's Momo here with you Americans. Nice to meet you all or whatever." She said, her accent doing little to make Danny feel any less intimidated.
Same couldn't be said for most of the other guys in the class, with appreciative gleams in their eyes or whistles on their lips. Tucker was currently applying yet another of his experimental colognes to his neck.
Danny met Sam's gaze and they both shook their head.
'Good luck pal.'
The boy that followed after was considerably less confident than his female counterpart, almost hunched in on himself with his big round glasses pointed to the floor. Danny would still give him props for this style though. His short brunette hair was unruly, but in that sort of "I woke up looking this cool" sort of curly mess. It paired well with his white button up shirt, blue and white striped jacket(the word turbo written parallel to the buttons), black and orange striped pants and white-orange slip on shoes.
Aside from that, he looked like a total dork, more commonly known as Jock Bait. Danny could already see Dash smirking.
Oh well. As sorry as he felt for the guy, it will be nice to have a break from being the quarterback's punching bag for a while. At least until he lost interest.
"Hajimema-I-I-mean, h-hello! I-I'm-ah, my n-name is a…" The boy stumbled over his words like shin high ropes, seeming to remember to try speaking in English halfway through. He lowered his head even more and played with the rims of his glasses in a nervous tick.
Danny grimaced. He couldn't have waved more of a "bully me" sign than if he tried.
He continued stammering until his voice cracked and died to little squeaks. Just when Danny thought he might just pass out from terror, the newly dubbed Momo gave the boy a small nudge with her hip and muttered something under her breath. He stilled and seemed to calm almost immediately.
Danny blinked. Huh. Weird.
The boy straightened his back and sucked in a breath.
"My name is Ken Takakura! Thank you for having us! I hope we get along!" He all but screeched, finishing off with a deep and respectful bow.
At the same time-
"AH!" Momo made a sound halfway between a startled cry and an enraptured sigh before clutching her head and slamming it against the blackboard with a bang!
The whole class stared in bewilderment.
"Um… Miss Ayase, is everything alright?" Lancer asked, brow fully arched.
"Mm-fine." She mumbled against the wall.
The teacher cleared his throat. "Very well. And that leaves-"
"WOOHOO!" A second, taller boy flew in from the hallway and slid across the floor on his knees, coming to a stop in the middle of the aisle. In one fluid movement, he sprang to his feet and twirled, brushing off his green and white striped pants. Fixing the shoulders of his orange and white long sleeve shirt, he flicked his bright red hair back and shot finger guns to the whole room.
"My name… is Jin Enjoji!" He declared with utmost aplomb, performing another pirouette before sliding down next to Star's desk. "But you… can call me Jiji." He winked at the blonde cheerleader with his brown eyes, making her flush and giggle at the attention.
Danny rolled his eyes. Just perfect. Another popular guy. Not even fifteen seconds and he's already sweeping the girls off their feet.
"Mister Enjoji, while I applaud such enthusiasm, I must ask that you refrain from being a disruptive influence during class." Lancer requested dryly.
"No prob teach!" Jiji clicked his heels together and danced back to the front of the room and posed in front of him. "Supa… SHINY!" He yelled, making a face by sucking in his lips and narrowing his eyes while pulling his hair back to show off his forehead. With a start, most of the class burst out laughing at the imitation of the balding teacher.
Lancer grit his teeth and grumbled. "Cultural exchange… cultural exchange…" Taking a second to compose himself, he ran his hand over his face."NOW! That everyone is here!" He raised his voice, stifling the laughter. "Please take your seats! I spy ones next to Misters Fitzgerald, Park and Fenton. Once you are settled in, everyone open your books to page fifty six on the-"
Danny was already tuning Lancer's droning out, serving as the lullaby to pull his eyes down. He briefly noted the Ken guy anxiously shuffling into the seat next to him and giving him a small nod, which he returned.
So tired and over the day already that Danny didn't notice the mist leaking from his own mouth.
To reiterate, he had a VERY busy morning.