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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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As mad as he was over being tricked, Danny took it in reasonable stride and settled down after a few hours. They wound up having a late night snack that was absurdly tense. Vlad sat in an uncomfortable silence, as though he was expecting Danny to lash out at any moment. Danny said nothing in response. He's already said his piece, he just expects both of them to behave themselves. With little more than a few breaths of air and some glances with the right expression, he backs them into a corner for proverbial grounding.
It's not that he didn't enjoy the interaction, he genuinely did, but it was still uncomfortable enough of a sensation at the end that he wants some space. Trying to enjoy himself without waking Vlad was one thing. That was the thrill. The thrill of trying not to get caught. That's what got him going. The stunt they actually pulled...
Again, he's said what he needed to say.
Between the two of them, there was plenty of guilt and worry to share. But who expressed what was what really interested Danny. They both expressed those feelings. But Vlad seemed to display a greater amount of guilt. Plasmius was practically ill with worry. It sat on the floor facing the fridge with a distinctly stiff posture and was even gnawing on its own claws to cope.
Torn between feeling justified in his response and feeling his own guilt for putting the beast in such a state, despite knowing he shouldn't, an early turn-in was what felt best after all of that. Danny retreated to his room following their awkward meal and proceeded to nest under the blankets. Away from them. Away from his own unnecessary guilt. He falls asleep surprisingly easily.
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When he opens his bedroom door the next morning, it's to Vlad holding a tray with a fork and a plate of pancakes that look...burnt.
"Oookay, what's this for?"
"An apology. Plasmius wanted to cook."
Danny raises a brow at him. "The nine foot ghost gargoyle that came screaming out of the ether for the purpose of pissing you off and making you face your own emotional suppression so that it could get into my pants a week after my eighteenth birthday actually felt guilty enough to bash its head into your kitchen ceiling voluntarily?"
Vlad winces. "In not so many words, we're sorry, and eat your damn breakfast."
Danny laughs and takes the tray. He settles on the edge of his bed with the tray and begins to eat. The pancakes are a little on the dark side, but still perfectly edible.
Vlad leans against the door frame.
"You can come in and sit," Danny says between bites.
Vlad gives a half smirk. "I would, but there's a nine foot wus at the other end of the hall and this chain only goes so far."
"You could invite him in."
"...it still thinks you're upset."
"I'm mostly over it, at this point," but Vlad hears the hard chomp against the fork.
"Well, good luck convincing it."
Danny sighs and takes another bite. "Maybe you two need to go out for a bit. Walk around. Air things out."
"Go out where, exactly? We can't just meander into town like this, Daniel. Do you have any idea how that would look? 'Hi! How are you? Oh, that? That's just an angry animatronic possessed by a demon that's grown attached to the barely legal, meat eating carnivore kid hiding his tail in his jeans. Me? I'm just along for the ride!' Really, Daniel, it's highly impractical."
Danny has stopped eating and is glaring at him with a tired expression.
"Okay, one, I'm not a kid anymore. I haven't been a kid in four years. Two, I didn't say to go out into town. You own an ass-load of land with no humans on it, you can walk around outside. Three, if we're really going to progress into any kind of relationship, and I'm fully expecting to get caught in some form of threesome at some point-"
"-Daniel!"
"-but the two of you really need to work this shit out."
Vlad buries his face in his hands to hide the pink tint coming to his face. "Must you speak with the subtlety of a train wreck?"
Danny looks at him, watching the hue staining his tanned skin slowly darken, "There's nothing wrong with how I talk."
'It's not a bad color for him.'
'It's not a bad color for him.'
Vlad grumbles incoherently and peers at the younger halfa between his fingers. "You're a handful. You understand this, yes?"
"And you aren't? You're dragging a thirty foot chain with a nine foot sky-rat on the other end!"
Vlad scowls at him.
"All I'm saying is take him for a walk. He went from cooped up in your head with no where to go to being cooped up in your house with you chained to his ankle. He could probably use the fresh air, and it might even calm him down."
Vlad's left eye twitches. "It, Daniel, is the physical embodiment of everything I've failed to suppress. Not a dog."
Danny stands with the tray and pushes past him. Storming down the hall as Vlad follows after him, "He has a mind of his own, and just because one of you is miserable doesn't mean we all have to be. Get him outside! I'll even go with you and we'll make a day of it!"
He steps around Plasmius sitting on the floor, brooding against a wall. The interaction has piqued its interest, though, enough that it went from burying its head in its arms to looking up and listening.
"Daniel, I really don't think-"
-Danny stops and turns, "Alright, I'll make this simple. Do you want me here more often?"
Vlad halts in his tracks. Plasmius peers up at the youth in worry.
"Yes." Vlad finally answers, though rather begrudgingly. As if he knew the question was coming, but wasn't ready to face it just yet. Which the younger halfa thinks is a little funny, considering they already flipped a coin on his uterus. He suspects they were hoping everything would just fall into place and work out and they wouldn't need to use their words.
'They're both idiots.'
'They're both idiots.'
The boy's heart skips a little in his chest as he feels the phantom within circling his subconscious. "Do you want me here for longer periods at a time?"
Plasmius remains silent, but the chain begins to glow.
"I... I would li-... ...yes."
It sounds like he's straining to answer.
"Do you eventually want me here indefinitely?"
"...yes."
Danny's heart flutters. He didn't think a few simple questions would set him off. But his core spins in overtime and excitement, and the imp inside that's usually so quiet is twirling in an aerial display he could sell tickets to. It's a challenge, but he does maintain his composure.
"Then take him outside and get him some air. It'll be good for both of you. Again, I'll go with you."
Vlad pinches the bridge of his nose. "Again, physical manifestation of emotional suppression and partial existential denial. Not a dog."
From behind him...
"Woof?"
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December in Wisconsin.
Danny never cared much for the cold growing up. When he died, the cold became integral to his body functioning. His veins and arteries have barely any flow, the blood inside thickened by his hypothermic state. Allowing his body to trap the bitter thermal energy inside so he can go out in warmer temperatures for varied lengths of time. However, it leaves him more susceptible to heat stroke than humans, so he's had little choice but to embrace winter's bite.
And how could he not? Seeing the landscape bathed in a perfect white blanket, blessedly silent, devoid of human life and left only to the animals, winter is really a sight to behold. Having been born and raised within the confines of a city, he's never been afforded the opportunity to see unblemished land. It's a chance to see existence at its purest. Danny's eyes run rampant over the sparkling crystals, and he almost feels as if the whole display was made entirely for him.
Being dead and still having to walk among the living with no end in sight, no time limit, no fear of death, it has a way of sucking the magic right out of creation. And for at least two years now, Danny was feeling as if there was nothing more the world could offer him. That there was nothing left of interest to see. Existing outside the boundaries of mortality, there's no rush. No thrill. No burning need to hurry up and do something. No more desperation, no more impatience.
But with the cold of the living world, with all of its ice and snow and frozen crystal fields, the land locked in sleep, he feels alive for the first time in a while.
"It's fucking freezing out here," Vlad mutters as he shoves his hands into his pockets.
Well, it was nice while it lasted.
"Isn't your core made of fire?" Danny asks.
Vlad snarls through chattering teeth. "It is, but in true self destructive fashion, I stomped on a lot of anger in addition to everything else."
Danny looks at him confused. "...what does that mean?"
Vlad pulls the fur collar up over his hair to trap as much heat as possible. "It means that when I let Plasmius out, it took most of the heat my core generates."
Danny bites his lip to avoid laughing. "Kind of gives new meaning to being hot blooded, doesn't it?"
The elder halfa rolls his eyes, then looks behind him. Twenty feet back, Plasmius is digging at the snow. Internally grumbling as the chain has partially sunk into the white fluff of cold, he approaches with mild curiosity.
"What are you doing?"
Plasmius huffs into the cold air. "There is meat here and it's buried."
Vlad's eyes widen in surprise. "You're hungry?!"
The gargoyle growls and keeps digging. "Yet another point by which I can argue just how dense you can be. Having a form of my own comes with many benefits. Among other things, it means I can touch and scent and interact with the world around me. But it also means that so long as this hex of yours is in place, my form comes with a stomach to hunger. I just haven't desired food until now."
"...oh," the human says softly. He almost feels a little guilty. A little. Almost. Admittedly, the decision to bring Plasmius out into the physical world had been rushed and made with no forethought. He certainly never imagined that it would need the same sustenance he so required.
"The various concoctions you forge in your kitchen are not without appeal, but it's meat I'm smelling in this instance, and it's meat I want."
"It's probably some other predator's kill. Leave it be."
"I'm hungry."
Vlad looks out across the horizon. He sees the edge of a forest. His ears listen for the wind ghosting over the blanketed landscape. Hearing deeper, under the snow, numerous critters well into snoozing the season away. He hears the faint crunch of snow, hears it wedge between two toes. Multiple steps follow suit, mimicking the sound in perfect accuracy.
"Well, if you're really that hungry, there's deer in the woods. If you can catch one, I think you'll find a fresh kill far more pleasing, rather than half rotted seconds."
Plasmius stops digging and looks at him. The idea is not without merit when he thinks it over. However...
"I said I was hungry. I didn't say I wanted an entire buck. And what makes you think I'm going to degrade myself over the possibility of a failed hunt?"
Vlad smirks. "Easy. You're hungry."
Plasmius' lip curls back into a snarl.
"And, Daniel hasn't had meat in at least a week. If you're so serious about keeping him, it would show the feral side of him that you can provide."
The demon's wings droop to the snow in defeat.
"Fine," it stands up, "But I'm eating you if I miss."
Vlad laughs. "You're certainly welcome to try."
"Alright, where's the pup?"
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