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Reunion	By : Loquora Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 5281 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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AN: All the warnings are the same as the first chapter, and yes, no naughty stuff yet. But soon!

Once again it starts in Danny's POV then shifts to Vlad's.

ch. 2

I’ve already blown my chance at impressing him with my maturity. It just made me so mad when he slammed the door in my face I did the first thing I wanted to do. I walked right in. I was hoping his time chilling in deep space would have cooled his attitude a bit. He didn’t seem bent on world domination anymore, so why was he still such a jerk?

I built this up so much in my head that now that I’m here nothing is living up to it. God, I must seem like a total idiot.

I tilt my head over to look at the little end table next to him so I can see what book he’s reading. I’ve seen him reading this before but I’ve never been close enough to see any title.

“1984? Is that like about important things that happened in that year? Like a history book?”

Oh, you’re giving me a look that says I’m way wrong. I try to look sheepish, it’s not like I’m trying to screw this up.

“I see they don’t concern themselves too much with teaching literature to world saviors do they?”

Ouch. Okay, so maybe I deserve some of that hate, but at least I’m here trying right? Damn, I am really ruining this.

“Why exactly are you here, Daniel? Is there some further way you can hurt or demean me?”

Wow, do you ever look angry. I’ve seen you angry before, but this seems so… personal. With your arms folded like that and the scowl on your face. I remember seeing you scowl when things weren’t going your way, but this has something more to it, sadness maybe. I’m not good at reading people, usually when I don’t like the way things are going I will just possess someone, but that’s not going to work now, that much I know. Time for a little honesty, it never seems to work well for me, but it’s not like I could make this any worse.

“I’m sorry. All this time, I’ve had anything you could ask for. But I didn’t really ask for it, you know? And the only thing I really truly want isn’t something anyone can give me. Well, no one could before. That’s why I’m here, after all these years I just want to talk to someone who knows what it’s like. Who understands this double life...”

Correction, honesty could make it worse. It just did. I sounded absolutely pathetic, even when I just gave up trying to talk. I feel myself go ghost without really meaning to turn invisible the way I do when I’m really embarrassed. But your look has changed; you don’t look angry or like you’re going to laugh at me. You stand up, but you’re not telling me to get out or looking for something to hit me with or anything, you’re just standing there.

There’s a big flash and I realize you’ve just turned to your ghost side too. But you don’t look like Plasmius, at least not the way I remember. Not like you do in all the dreams…

“Do you know how long it’s been since I’ve done this?” You ask me. I shake my head. “I can’t even make myself look the way I used to, that’s how long.”

I can’t imagine how that must feel; I end up transforming multiple times every day. Maybe I shouldn’t be staring so openly, but you just look so… Your hair is more like your human hair, tied back with only a slight upward sweep to it. You’re dressed in a pinstriped suit, but in a ridiculous purple with green stripes. I can’t help but notice those boots are the same as they used to be, and you haven’t lost your fangs. You look… good.

“I think you look better than you did before! You don’t look so evil anymore, except maybe the fangs. The suit is a little loud, but hey, don’t let me judge, anything is better than a cape, right? And the hair, I think it’s hot that you just leave it long like it usually is. And this way people might not recognize you as Plasmius, you could… what?”

You are looking at me like I’m insane. Okay, so I was babbling, but I’m over trying to make a good impression on you.

“Did you just call my hair hot?”

I have to think back on all the stupid things that just came out of my mouth and… yeah, oh god, I did say I thought your hair looked hot.

“I meant to say ‘I think it’s cool that you just leave it long…’”

I know I’m invisible again, which is good because I’m sure I would be blushing like crazy if I wasn’t. You get that wicked smile on your face, the one I know so well. Usually that face means you’re about to do something evil, but I can’t imagine you can do anything to me that’s worse than what I’ve already done to myself.

“Daniel, Daniel... That is without a doubt the best Freudian slip I have ever heard.”

I wish I knew what that meant, but I’m pretty sure it’s not flattering. I finally decide to cut my losses and run. Sometimes the bravest thing is to know when you’ve been beaten.

Running is a stupid idea, when have I ever run from a challenge? But by the time I get this through my head I’m under a tree in some weird forest area. Great, now I don’t know where I am AND I just made a total ass out of myself. I sink onto the grass and pull my knees up so I will have a place to lay my head.

~*~*~*~

The boy actually left? That was a surprise, after everything he had already said, I thought he might be here to take some punishment from me. I must have really hit a nerve. But if that was the case and he was upset enough to leave maybe he really does have some sort of crush. That is the most outrageous thought I have had in a very long time.

And yet I’m following him. What could I possibly get out of this? Haven’t I already made enough of an example of him? It does feel good to be Plasmius all over. I can’t remember the last time I was chasing after something like this, if I had blood right now it would be surging with adrenaline.

When I finally reach him he’s sitting pulled up and there is no mistaking his emotions. All of the confidence I ever wanted to beat out of the boy, he took it out of himself. I can’t believe I’m pitying this boy, after everything we’ve been through. And that’s when it hits me. There really are things I understand about him that no one else can.

“A word of advice from someone who has lived through it; being by yourself only makes it worse.” Even I can hear the bitterness in my voice.

He doesn’t move, or ever look up at me, I wonder if he even heard me.

“It would be a shame if a goody goody like you turned into someone like me, the world would be so disappointed.”

I can hear him reply, but it’s too muffled to make out what he says. “I’m sorry?”

He looks up then and repeats himself.

“You’ve lived all these years by yourself without hurting anyone. You can’t really be evil deep down.”

“Somehow I’m guessing the general public won’t be so accepting of your endorsement of me. Besides, who are you trying to convince Danny, you or me?”

“No matter what good I’ve done the world I’m still a freak and there’s not a whole let of people who want to make friends with a ghost. I started to see why you wanted to turn against everyone, I’ve felt the same way sometimes.”

I haven’t really stopped and considered my motivations of late. I used to want to rule the world, who doesn’t from time to time? But I had the bitterness and power to actually do it back then. Until he showed up. At first I was sure he would be an asset, but I didn’t anticipate his friends. Having people who accepted him no matter how abnormal he became set him on a different path from me. After that it became all about proving my own strength. I measured myself against him again and again and sought to take away everything he had to make him strong. Everything to prove I was superior to everyone else, superior to Jack Fenton.

Maddie, how long had it been since I thought of her? When I realized I was never going to take her away from her husband I stopped lusting after her. Just another piece of the life I had built up for myself gone. And now her son is here telling me deep down I’m good. When I think about everything I want out of life now, why is the boy first on my list?

I try to say something, but the words die in my throat. You don’t seem to notice, you’re just staring off to my right looking rather pathetic.

“I guess I was just hoping that maybe if I could be around you, that I wouldn’t be so alone. I thought maybe you would even enjoy my company too.”

I’m shocked. Did he just say he wanted to spend time with me? I thought back to what he had been saying earlier. It didn’t seem like he was trying to be friendly, if anything he sounded like a grade schooler with a crush.

What is it about this boy that makes me have so many sudden horrible insights? I can’t seem to find a reason to say no to the boy. I’m not exactly in the spotlight anymore, even in the little town that has grudgingly accepted me. And it’s not like I had any moral objection to same sex relationships before I was an outcast. The boy is much younger than I am, but… wait, am I actually considering this? My god, it’s been a while.

But then it makes sense, I’ve always wanted you in some capacity. My penis is telling me that it has no problems getting the boy into bed with me, provided it happens often. Maybe this is another one of those things that I didn’t realize until it was too late. Or maybe for once it isn’t too late…

“I can see I was wrong about that too.” He shakes me from my musings and I realize he must have taken my silence as a sign that I was not keen on having company. Sadly, he is exactly what I’ve needed and I never knew before. He’s getting up to leave.

“Wait, Daniel. Maybe we should talk about this somewhere less… rustic.”

He looks at me skeptically, but doesn’t take off like I thought he might. What am I getting myself into?
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