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Mirror of the Heart	By : BlueBlaze25 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 12361 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Mirror of the Heart
Author: BlueBlaze (Blueblazer.25@Comcast.net)
Summary: Danny’s ghost side gets a mind (and body) of his own. Plot ensues.
Pairing(s): Ghost Danny/Danny
Warnings: M/M, yaoi, minor (Danny's 14 ), and Lemon (oral and anal) in future chapters
Feedback: Please? (HGN, Ri, foxykittykay, and an anonymous reviewer, I *heart* you!)
Beta(s): None as of yet... (Want your name here? Inquire within)
Author Notes: Inspired by foxykittykat’s challenge:
“Okay I wanna see a fic where Danny’s ghost half gets a mind of it’s own and falls in love with his human half. I got this from watching an episode where Danny splits himself and his ghost half wears a bed sheet as a cape. The rules are in the summary. Chapters: Oh I’d say about... 10 to 15 (if you can) and make Danny’s alterego really possessive. Okay good luck.” “Danny Phantom look inside M/M, Lemon, Anal, Oral, Slash”
Thanks foxykittykat, I’m sure I’m gonna need it...
Disclaimer: I don’t own Danny Phantom or its characters. They are property of Butch Hartman, and not me. Anything else, other names, characters, products, etc used in this fic are not mine and are property of their respectful owners. I am also making no money off this fic.

A/N pt2: Blue’s series of events:
12:15 am -> Finally posted fic
12:20 am -> Reads fic again and notices a few mistakes
12:21 am -> Said, “Jeebus, who’d want to read this? *Sigh* Ah well, I’ll fix it in the morning...”
1:10 pm -> Turns on laptop
1:12 pm -> Tries to get aff.net to load and thinks, ‘I doubt there would be any reviews yet...’
1:14 pm -> See 4 reviews and 75 hits and nearly dies
1:20 pm -> Fixes the mistakes in prologue
1:22 pm -> Begins writing chapter 1

Thank you all! A review or even seeing my hit counter go up is enough inspiration enough to write! And I’m glad that you liked the Fenton Easy-Bake Oven, I know I did. ^^

Enough mindless jabber, onto the ficcie!!!

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Chapter 1: Of Cats and Powder

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Danny was startled awake by the sound of his screaming alarm. He bolted up, panting hard. He groaned and reached over and turned the dammed thing off. He plopped back onto his pillow, wide awake. The dream still haunting his memory.

His reflection, his alter ego... holding him?

Danny shook his head. “This ghost hunting is seriously getting to me...”

And, right on cue, Jack Fenton burst open the door, “Did you say ghosts?”[1]

Danny should’ve been ready for this, but he sat up in his bed, unable to find the right words. “Um... I was wondering how last night went with you and mom...” he lied, his voice slightly shaking.

Mr. Fenton sighed, “Well, we didn’t find any ghosts, but we did manage to capture your principal’s cat. Your mother had to convince me that it wasn’t a ghost...” he paused, “but a cat that soft and cuddly must be a ghost!”

Danny thought, ‘Oh God dad, you have got to be kidding me...’ but refused to say anything.

“So right now, I’m in the middle of making a ghost cat catching device,” he finished. He turned, muttering “Maybe there wasn’t enough sugar...”

He sighed, falling back onto his bed. ‘Jeez, Mr. Lancer’s cat a ghost? I’ll have to check it out sometime...’ he thought, not daring to say the word ‘ghost’ out loud. He glanced at his clock.

“6:45?!? Shit, I’m gonna be late!” he jumped out of bed, scrambling to find clothes that at least smelled clean...

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Danny had barely made it in time. He sprinted to his classroom, and skid into his seat just as the bell rang.

“Mr. Fenton, so glad of you to join us,” Mr. Lancer said, annoyed that he couldn’t give the boy detention.

Danny just grinned back, knowing he foiled his teacher’s plot.

The minutes felt like hours, even days. Sometimes Danny would look at the clock, and when he looked back, it hadn’t changed. He swore that sometimes, it went backwards.[2]

“Mr. Fenton, will you please pay attention!” screeched the balding teacher.

He snapped back to Mr. Lancer. “Uh, sorry. I had a long night last night...” Danny said.

“Not as long as mine,” he sneered. “I find your parents with my cat, saying that he’s a ghost. I had to pry him out of your father’s hands.” He sighed, “I do hope Mr. Fluffalumps is alright...”[3]

“Mr.... Fluffalumps...?” said most of the class. Some tried to keep from laughing, the rest fell out of their chairs, rolling on the floor, clutching their sides, laughing hysterically.

Mr. Lancer immediately turned bright red, “C-class, let’s get back on track! Settle down or I’ll give you all a week’s worth of detention!”

The whole class calmed down, all except for a few snickers here and there.

“Now then, as I was saying, in this line, the author is saying...” he droned on about the lesson.

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‘Lunchtime, finally...’ Danny thought, relieved of Mr. Lancer’s lectures.

“You okay, Danny?” Sam asked, as she sat next to him.

“Yeah,” he answered automatically, only to get bonked in the head by Tucker’s tray. “H-hey! What was that for?”

“Something’s up,” Sam replied.

“Come on, we’re your friends, you can tell us anything,” Tucker grinned.

“Well...” Danny started, unsure what to say first.

“Ooh, ooh!” Tucker shouted with enthusiasm,” Tell us about Mr. Fluffalumps.”

“You really wanna hear about that?”

“Duh,” came his reply.

“I wanna know too,” Sam agreed.

“Well, it started yesterday; I was attacked by the Box Ghost, you know, the really annoying one?” the other two nodded. (“Him again? Man, doesn’t he know when to give up?” was Tucker’s remark.) “Well, it ended in Dash’s pool. God, I was soaked, so I tried to come up with an excuse. I got, like, five words into the story, and my dad pops up showing off his new invention,” Danny snickered, trying to finish.

“What?” Sam asked.

“Now, I-I’m serious here; my dad built the ‘Fenton Easy-Bake Oven,” he laughed, but tried to finish his sentence, “to catch ghosts.”

Tucker choked on his milk, and Sam paused for a moment before cracking up.

After laughing for, most of the lunch period away, Sam asked, “So, your dad built an oven, to make cookies, to catch a ghost, but only found Mr. Lancer’s cat instead?”

Danny nodded, holding his sides, still laughing.

“A-and, the cat’s name is Mr. Fluffalumps?” Tucker smirked. “Jeez, leave it to him to choose a dumb name like that.”

They laughed until the lunch bell rang again. Danny decided that he didn’t need to tell him about his dream last night. He was already feeling better.

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‘It really did happen, didn’t it?’ he thought to himself. ‘I... I really did hold Danny in my arms.’

He was still in shock, even after acknowledging what had happened.

The only thing he wanted, his one and only wish had been granted: to hold the object of his affections. He was happy, for once in his life, but he knew that Danny was utterly confused by it all. Danny even doubted that it happened.

“I wish I could prove to him that it did happen...” he wished, hoping the wind would carry it to Danny’s ears.

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After school, and after Danny checked and was positive that Mr. Fluffalumps was definitely not a ghost, he saw his breath go blue. “Aw man...” he groaned. Quickly, he ran into an empty ally and transformed. His baggy shirt and jeans turned into a skin-tight, spandex jumpsuit. Although he didn’t see it himself, he knew his hair had gone white and his eyes to green. He smirked, and went intangible, off to fight whatever ghost that decided to attack his town.

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One captured ghost later, Danny was heading home, this time for good. The sun was already beginning to set, so he stepped up his pace.

“Something haunts you, my dear boy,” came a voice from behind. Danny spun around to see an old woman draped in silk shawls and beads behind a table. He gave her a questioning look.

“I can sense it, a spirit or ghost stalks you, even now as I speak,” she mused.

‘I always have ghosts stalking me...’ Danny thought, sarcastically. He was about to turn and walk away.

“Wait, I have a way to keep them at bay,” she panicked.

Danny thought it was worth a shot, and he was about to turn to face the woman, when all of a sudden he was doused with powder. “What the-?” he exclaimed. The powder had a smell like bath soaps, like kind that Jazz liked. It was overwhelming at first, and he knew he had to get away.

“Jeez, you’re crazy lady,” he said, and stomped off.

The old woman sighed, “Maybe I shouldn’t have been so forceful...” She then looked at the bag of powder and gasped, “Oh no! I poured incense on him!”

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When Danny arrived home, there was a note of the table.

Danny-

Your father and I have gone to attend a cooking class this evening. Jazz is out and about with her friends. (it’s Friday night, you know) Dinner is whatever you can find. We’ll be back late tonight.

Love,
Mom

He sighed, and climbed the stairs to his room. He heaved his bookbag onto the floor. The smell of the old woman’s powder was still strong.

“I need a shower anyway...” he said to himself, as he headed for the bathroom and began to strip.[4]

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Danny stepped out of the steaming bathroom, softly grinning, “Zestfully clean.”[5] He pulled on some pajamas, ironically the some ones from last night, and curled into bed. He drifted off to sleep with the name ‘Mr. Fluffalumps’ stuck in his head.

Suddenly, the smell of the powder came back, this time stronger than ever, and an array of colors danced behind his eyelids. That was the last thing Danny Fenton remembered before waking up the next morning.[6]

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Danny woke up feeling groggy, the smell and colors haunted his dreams. Feeling the urge to splash his face with water, he pulled back the blankets, but felt something on his hip. Curiously, he turned to see what it was. He was too shocked to scream when he saw his alter ego lying in his bed next to him, sleeping peacefully.

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End Chapter 1

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[1] -> Dude, it’s like a sixth sense! Plus, I think it’s funny! *Grins*
[2] -> I swear this has happened to me! Time went BACKWARDS!!! @_@
[3] -> Mr. Fluffalumps... *Laughs* It was either that or Mr. Snugglesworth
[4] -> Yay for mental images! Plus, I refuse to write a shower scene right now! >.<
[5] ->Taken not from the commercial, but from an excerpt from the “Fake” manga (*Hearts* that scene)
[6] -> If you know where I got this from, I’ll give you a prize, or a cookie.

A/N: Yes, I left it at a potential cliffhanger, because I knew that’s where I wanted to end this chapter. I finished at 4:01 pm. I typed non-stop, except for lunch! That’s what reviews do to me. So if you want me to update, leave a review. They inspire me so much!

Please review! Flames will only make the fire bigger, so flame at your own risk! I *heart* you all!

~Blue
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