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Kindred Spirits	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 206 -:- 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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Eventually, he ends up having to dig the book back out.
Only very roughly aware of the nature of the spell and what it could mean for the future, Danny tore into his closet. He's just slightly embarrassed that it took falling into his own head to get himself over what is, in all seriousness, a major hurdle. Even if he doesn't presently think it is.
And yet, he never actually finished reading the page. He's taken most of the year, far longer than he'd like to admit, to come to a point where the idea of finishing it didn't make him so nervous he'd be in danger of tossing whatever he's eaten. Sure, he's clear on the potential parental headache matters. While that's pretty big, it's just one thing.
For the rest, he knows he really should finish reading. So, on a late afternoon, after shoving clothing and shoes and random books out of the way until he finds what he's looking for, he settles in his room with the door locked. With part of his closet scattered all over his floor. And a cup of chamomile tea. Pushing his pillows up against the headboard proves comforting as he lays the book out in his lap.
Opening it, his eyes skim the various numbers and writings in Vlad's handwriting. Swirling about the pages with a strange grace, calligraphic in nature, it seems to calm him. Even ground him. Some parts sink in. Several notes he spotted on the first flip-through stand out again. But for the most part, he pays them no mind as he turns the pages. Turning, turning, page after page, from one signature* to the next, Danny follows the ink until he finds the last entry. He takes a moment to get in a few sips of tea for the one or two frayed nerves left. And then begins to read, from the top.
Vessel Spell
Where gender, to the living, is the defining factor to procreation, it simply defines the outer shell of spectral entities.
Procreation among stage two (S2) biologicals, or, spectral life forms, is quite rare. Yet all entities posses the ability. Most are of age upon death, and so the spell is already present upon manifestation. There have been some documented cases, though very few, of beings forming before becoming of age. The age at which S2 bodies must reach to gain the spell seems to variate. Consensus and history show either the year of eighteen or the year of twenty-one. Which age an individual entity must reach is of random determination. And so it is best to monitor for symptoms when approaching one's date of birth.
The manifestation of the spell builds the required organs for giving birth. Regardless of the entity's starting gender, biology is a powerful force to contend with. Even though so few S2 biologicals make use of what is considered a real gift, life and creation insist upon a pathway.
Symptoms of Manifestation:
·Extreme Cramping - begins within hours of reaching chronological maturity, but can sometimes occur a few hours before hand.
·High Fever - typically triple the biological's average core temperature.
·Hyperthermia - in the extreme, as a result of high fever, not to be confused with hypothermia.
·Dehydration - by fault of fever.
·Internal Dystonia - uncontrolled and painful muscle movements, or spasms, most commonly surrounding the location of organ growth.
Symptoms last for an average of six to eight days before disappearing suddenly. Their severity frequently forbids proper rest, and so it is not uncommon to sleep for an additional seven to ten days. After recovery, all will return to pre-existing baseline.
Activation of the spell is, by some mercy, rudimentary, if not crude. The image of the spell itself is a simple isosceles triangle, and one touch is all that's needed to wake it. Triggering is done by drawing a half circle in either direction. When the tip of the triangle is pointed upwards, this is the male position. Rotation in either direction, counter or clockwise, and the tip will point downwards, the female position, granting access to the reproductive organs.
Danny has to squint to read it all, as Vlad had so greatly insisted it fit onto one page that he's written it rather small. However, the point has been made, and Danny understands what he's in for. All he has to do now is wait. But, given that his copy is heavily abridged and overly condensed, even crammed into one page, he's left with a few questions. It's bound to be incomplete, given that it's in shorthand, he realizes, as he examines the scribbled drawings. So he wonders...
Will it hurt to activate?
Just how temporary is it?
Apart from the obvious possibility Vlad presented to him, how else will the parts differ from a human female?
What would...what will that even feel like? What will it feel like to walk around with everything different down there? What will it feel like to not fill out his underwear? What will it feel like to sit down? What will- Oh. Wait a minute...
Danny quickly sets his tea down and bundles the journal back up in its shirt before making quick work of reassembling his closet.
Face turning red with embarrassment as he shoves his closet door shut, "No way in hell am I spending nine months sitting down to piss. No fucking way."
'You say that, but if you decide you want one...'
"Yeah? Fuck you."
...but the idea is not without...merit? Would it really be so bad to be pregnant?
Danny shakes his head.
But the questions keep coming back to him, even as he leaves his room to put as much physical distance between himself and the book as he possibly can. Darting down the stairs, right past his sister and out the door. His brain runs rampant with them on repeat despite his declaration of refusal. And there's the strange sensation of a piece of his mind just quietly chuckling in a small corner, somewhere.
That bothers him. Though, only just a little.
"I could ask Sam or Jazz, but how do you even ask that?" he mutters, kicking at a pebble, "I mean, really. 'Hey guys, guess what, I can change out my dick for girl stuff whenever I want. So what's it like to sit down with nothing between your legs?'"
It seems so ridiculous to him, yet so logical given the purpose. And yes, he knows, Jurassic Park has it right. Life finds a way. He just never expected that rule to extend to the afterlife, too. ...it might be worth asking, just for the looks of horror on their faces.
"Wait..." Danny stops and looks up, paying no mind that he's just walking his block in circles, "If I change my stuff and I leave it for a while, does that mean I'm gonna do that thing every month... What do girls call it?"
He stumbles over his words, trying to find the right one from his vocabulary. So frazzled is he that he never completes the sentence. For a brief moment, the correct assembly of letters is there. But his brain doesn't recognize it and throws it away.
"Guess I should just ask Vlad." Like everything else in his life, at this point.
He supposes he'll manage if whatever girls call it comes to pass. Hell, he'll have to. He just hopes to every deity from time forgotten to present that it doesn't.
He paces around his block for another hour to burn off more of his energy. When he gets back home, back into his living room, Jasmine is on the phone waiting.
"He just walked in, hang on," holding the phone away from her ear and covering the microphone with her hand, "Where were you?!"
Danny jumps a little. "I needed ai-"
"-Go pack! Vlad has a car on the way for you! It'll be here in ten minutes!"
Danny blinks.
"You're spending two weeks with him, remember? For your birthday? Which is tomorrow? And Vlad says to pack some sort of journal, too. He says you'll know what he means."
"Oh. Oh! Shit!" Danny bolts up the stairs. He knew it had been a while, he just forgot his birthday was coming.
He scrambles throughout his room with all the grace of an overly eager newborn foal. He packs clothing, his CD player and headphones, his toothbrush and a hairbrush he'll likely never use. The journal, he has to carry in his arm as he comes down the stairs. Looking down at his feet yields that he's actually wearing his sneakers for a change.
"Huh." He usually forgets them when he goes on a walk.
Jasmine catches him at the door and fusses at him. Straightening a few fly-away strands, tugging at the zipper on his duffle bag to make sure it's shut, and gently tugging his hood up over his head.
"Okay. I told mom and dad, they know you're gonna be gone for a few weeks," she brushes another black strand out of his face, earning an annoyed grunt.
"Do they know where? Or why?" He finds himself asking.
"Danny, even I don't know why. It's not like you and Vlad have been forthcoming over this stuff. You've both done a pretty good job of cutting me out."
"...oh." He keeps forgetting just how much of the picture his sister doesn't have. He actually feels a little guilty.
"As for where..." Jasmine pauses, "...I lied. I told them that the whole year has been rough for you and that you needed a break from everybody. As far as they're concerned, you're visiting Aunt Alicia. And she doesn't have a phone, so it's not like they can check.
Danny swallows. "Do they... Do they know it's my birthday tomorrow?"
"You didn't even know it's your birthday tomorrow."
Danny grumbles. Fair point, he supposes.
"Also, Vlad wanted me to ask you if you were having any stomach pain or cramping?"
Danny shakes his head. Calmly, distinctly unworried, "Not yet, no."
There's a scowl on her face that's incredibly faint. But he sees it. And hears her foot tapping against the floor as her eyes fall on the black book in his arm. She wants answers, he can tell. And she's more than earned the right to know.
Danny decides right then and there. Regardless of what happens in the next week, when he gets home, whether Vlad likes it or not, he's giving his sister the journal to read. He's letting her in on it all.
"Alright. Fine. I'll let him know." She forces the words out just in time. A car horn honks from the street outside.
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