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Kindred Spirits Complete	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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''Whoa.''
Vlad smirks and Skulker gives a chuckle. ''It's a lot bigger than you thought, isn't it, whelp?'' the hunter asks.
Danny nods faintly, eyes wide and darting all around, soaking up the swirls of ghostly green and violet. He wasn't sure what to expect when he stepped through the portal. He's transfixed by the display.
Doors without frames drift lazily through and by. Heaps of realm and rock move like molasses. Stray flights of stairs that lead to nowhere hover and linger. Carved stones hang effortlessly in the space, looming over everything. Some resemble gravestones, others look more like pillars and columns and he wonders if there's a ruined templed somewhere nearby. Chunks of land meander about, lined with dead trees and incomplete rope bridges hanging over their edges. He dodges a crystal about the size of his head as it tears past him, ducks from a school of little blob ghosts, and...
A blue scaled hulking beast roars loudly and flies in the distance, spewing sickly green glames and tangles with a much larger and blackened sibling.
''ARE THOSE DRAGONS?!''
The elder halfa finally laughs.
''That'll be the Princess Dorathea and Prince Aragon. Those two, you'll want to avoid. Dorathea is sweet, but her brother is the problem child. And yes, some ghosts have landed on the dinner menu before.''
Vlad leads him into a path, quickly passing multiple floating objects that continue to amaze and astound his younger counterpart. ''The doors lead to other realms, places that many ghosts choose to reside within. I don't reccomend going through them without company. Every now and then, doors collide, and you get a black hole. Trust me, you don't want to be around for that.''
''So, it's inside-out space!'' A toothy grin of excitement plasters itself onto Danny's face, and Vlad winces.
''Not quite what I was going for, but-DANIEL!''
Danny has drifted off to the right, towards a door that looks reminiscent of a stained glass window.
''He's a handful,'' Skulker quips and beats Vlad to the boy, snatching the back of his shirt and pulling him backwards. Danny looks at him with a perplexed expression. ''You can't just open random doors, pup. You never know who you'll run into.''
''Or who you'll let out,'' Vlad warns and grabs the smaller wrist, ''Please, Daniel. The Zone is not a playground. You could fall into the Bermuda Triangle if you're not careful.''
''Wait. Really? I could go to the Bermuda Triangle from here?'' and Vlad gives a suffering groan, but makes a point of not letting go.
They fly past multiple islands and drifting mountains, for about an hour, and then Danny notices the temperature is starting to drop.
''So, where are we going?''
''To the Realm of the Far Frozen. You'll like it. Lots of snow and ice and yeti,'' Vlad replies.
"Yeti?!" Vlad turns his head away from the burst of excited energy, and Danny pulls free. He shoots off ahead of them, feeling for cold. There's no air stream, per se, in the Zone, but cold air does waft through lazily. Danny cranes his head out, mouth slightly open as he breaths inward.
Vlad races to catch him, but stops just short of grabbing an ankle when he sees what Danny is doing. And he can't help but linger and study the behavior. It's another page for the book he still needs to write in, he realizes, and realizes further that Danny isn't even aware of what he's doing.
Vlad marvels at the behavior, Skulker quirks a brow and follows close behind.
Danny's head tilts slightly, this way and that, at different angles, and shifts his jaw in the faintest micromovements. He feels the air over his teeth and tongue and swerves to the side, following a trail. It's the right direction, yes, but it's still strange. Vlad and Skulker exchange looks.
Skulker drifts up to Vlad's side. "Were you aware he has heightened thermoreceptors?"
Vlad shakes his head. "No, admittedly, I wasn't. But I suppose it makes some sense."
"He's an odd one."
"Mm."
They follow, even if they know where they're headed. It takes another hour. But Danny does sense his way to a floating island of white mountains and glaciers.
"I hate the cold," Skulker growls, "You'll have to go down without me. They don't want me on their land."
Vlad raises a brow for one second and levels a glare the next. "You didn't."
Skulker came to a stop and hovered into a holding pattern, leaning back, crossing his arms and folding his legs. "I tried. I did not get far."
Danny focuses and turns around. "What does he mean? What did he try?"
Vlad nudges him down to the island. "Later."
Their feet touch snow. Vlad, wrapped up in his cloak, shivered slightly. It's all ice and snow. It's bitter, chilling and frozen. It's a hostile environment. Life would never prosper here. Danny breaks into a run.
"Daniel!" Vlad gives chase. "Daniel?!"
He's not listening. He's too busy taking in the snow covering dead trees and rocks. The ice at his bare feet that he doesn't seem to slip on. The brisk air whisking by his face. His heart is pounding in his chest, he's breathing hard, but he doesn't see his breath in front of him. It's all cold and snow and so welcoming. A laugh escapes. It's an instantaneous sensation, feeling as though the bitter cold is where he belongs. Danny knows his core runs cold. He knows he has ice powers. But he hasn't put much thought into it until now.
And the land just feels so right. So perfect and idyllic. Home is where the cold is. He slows and begins to explore. Ducking under tree branches and carefully climbing over snowbanks. There's stonework buried beneath the sea of white. Ancient, if he guesses right. With marginal persistance, he comes to a clearing. He stops and listens. The world seems to have gone quiet and he stretches his hearing. There's faint rustling off in the distance. Behind him, he can hear Vlad's labored breath as he races to catch up. There's a faint gust of wind and a whisper within it. Were he human, he might be more worried. It's a hushing call. A gentle order to be quiet and relax. He sits down on the ground.
That's how Vlad finds him after a few minutes. In fact, he damn near trips over him. Stumbling around him and heaving bitter air, puffs of his warmer breath swirling out in front of him, the older halfa stops and hunches over, bracing against his knees to catch his lungs. Vlad can feel the unnatural chill biting at his skin as he composes himself. And for once, having such long fangs proves highly impractical; they hurt, like he's just bitten into an ice cube.
Danny pays him no mind, barely acknowledging his presence until a hand snatches the back of his shirt and pulls him to his feet. Vlad whips him around with dizzying speed and grips smaller shoulders like a vice, ''Don't you ever run off like that, again, young man, or I'll tear your hide!''
Bright green eyes appear stunned and confused. Almost as though he's not understanding that he's being scolded. ''...Sorry..." his eyes drift off to their surroundings.
Suddenly, a twig snaps behind them, less than twenty feet away.
Instinct drives his next movements. Vlad whirls the child around again, letting his cloak provide cover and turns, thoroughly blocking the boy from view.
''Don't move.''
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