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There are a great many things that could happen to a superhero once his secret identity is revealed to countless viewers, Danny had experienced a portion of it before, and the event was not exactly one of his most highlighted summer vacations, but this time around it appeared every possible horrible thing that could happen in real life or comic book fiction to an exposed hero, happened to him.

When all was said and fixed Clockwork had set a worn purple hand heavily on his shaking blood-soaked shoulder and advised him not to dwell upon it.

Truth be told it was probably best not to dwell on the majority of near death slash traumatizing events that he tended to narrowly escape several times a week. But dwell he did, it was after all difficult to take the advice of a wizened old ghost when two seconds later he was an infant once again, speaking to Clockwork was like speaking to the moon in fast forward, and this was what came of it. He should really start dwelling more on listening to advice given to him.

He began the story with an abridged version of the global devastation aversion that had forced his secret open; Dash had been there after all so going into specific details would not be needed, but not specifying the exact time his whole fucking world became the type of shit monkeys tended to throw around for sport wasn’t the wisest way to spill your heart out to a previous nemesis. Even if said nemesis was a bigger fan boy than even “creepy” could adequately describe.

Filtering out typical teenage lingo, flippant and unnecessary hand gestures emphasizing dramatic events in the story, and idiot jock interruptions, the story went along the lines of this.

The day after the events had concluded, the removal of world saving devises for museums worldwide, electing a new mayor, constructing statues, erecting said statues, and of course romancing and flying off into the night with the witty, charming, beautiful, and totally canon romantic interest of the opposite gender, all completed and everything prepared to return to some false semblance of normal, Danny woke up to the sound of his alarm clock. It was hard to believe but even with his heroic deeds known to all, he still had to attend regular school.

The world had many, many evils to dispel.

He rose from bed after a long, enjoyable stretch, pulled back the curtains with an unnecessary flourish from his open window, and welcomed in the cool morning air, and the image of perhaps the largest mob outside his window since the entire student body had decided to attend his party while pirate ghosts commandeered their parents.

And the noise!

The cheers that rose up from the masses were deafening, and didn’t even have the theatrical nicety to start slow and build up as people noticed him. As soon as he pulled the curtains back he was drowned in a wave of screaming and applause and general public affection that could make superstars feel like neglected children.

Danny shut the curtains quickly and just stood, staring at the thick fabric in shock.

What the hell?

Footsteps stomping across the hall, his sister didn’t even knock or ask to come in or anything, just flung the door open and charged in. “Danny, have you looked outside?!”

Curtains still fisted in his hands he turned to give her an irate glare.

“What do you think is going on?” she asked, moving over to his window and peaking out as unnoticeably as possible.

“What do you think; I just blew my secret worldwide. They’re all here for Danny Phantom.” Danny groaned and kicked his dresser. “How the heck am I supposed to get to school with all those people mobbing around our house?”

Jazz gave him a casual, disbelieving look. “Why not go ghost?”

He blinked. Then hurried to get dressed and follow his sister down the stairs. He was loath to admit it, but sometimes his sister actually was smart.

He burst into the kitchen with a feeling of unfamiliarity. The morning routine that his family had established for the 14 years of his life was broken and in its place suddenly rested one only recently formed these past few days with continuous strings of conversation about ghosts and nauseating amounts of hugs and congratulations, and questions that Danny hoped would taper off after a time. Or become more natural, and at least somewhat comfortable.

If not, well he’d be off to college soon anyway.

Jazz seemed grateful for a reprieve in her role as her brother’s defender against the harmful psychological effects of their parent’s profession, and his secret from the harmful effects of their parents, and for once wasn’t annoying or unbearable in the least. And he managed to escape the day’s breakfast with only a small earful of his father’s unneeded, and unhelpful, tips for ghost fighting and worrisome complaints of safety from his mother. Adding a little hope that this constant shooting of questions and advice would indeed fade.

Putting his dishes in the sink, he grabbed his book bag and blinked out, invisible, right in front of them. He heard his father give a sharp cry and his mother dropped a fork. He let a little childish giggle sneak past his lips as he fazed through the wall, but it wasn’t loud enough for them to hear.

With that though he was out of the house and flew off dramatically with a warm accomplished feeling. Life right then…was kind of cool. Even the hoards of people under him, with their banners and signs and shouts, were to be expected

He had faced the fandom before, and was certain the novelty of him being ghost would wear off soon. If it didn’t, he’d simply figure a way to get bodyguards or something.

It didn’t take long at all for him to arrive at school and find that it, like his house, was surrounded by people and news crews. The people here, however, weren’t all holding ‘heart’ signs, in fact they ranged from ‘God hates you’ and ‘the prophet has come’ to weird ‘the end has come’ and ‘aliens exist’. He decided to wait until he had fazed through to the safety of the school before turning visible, tangible, and human all in a flash of white rings.

In plain sight…

It took some effort to push away the nagging instinct of hiding behind the nearest solid object to transform in privacy, but he was determined to ditch the habit, he was ‘out’ now, after all. No need to hide.

A group of students halted in the hallways upon seeing him there to stare in wonder and amazement at him, suddenly appearing in their path.

Danny blinked, and tensed, feeling a bit of sweat bead between his shoulder blades as his spine firmed to a straight rod. He gulped, seeing the strange, conflicted look on the teens’ faces. They were all girls, Freshmen girls. Shit.

Wait for it…

“Oh my god! It’s Danny Phantom!” was screeched and the girls suddenly broke into a rushing stampede of five.

Startled, even though he had been expecting it, Danny blipped off into intangibility right before they plowed into him, then turned back just as the girls ended up in a pile of the floor.

“Wwwwowowowow.” One grumbled. “owwww, get your knee off my tummy!”

Danny peaked out from his crossed arms, held up against his face in an attempt to block them when they rammed into him, and turned to them. “Wha…” he began in a stammer “What was that?! You could have plowed me right over.” He tried to glare down at them but with his eyebrows glued to his hairline he managed something more along the lines of wild eyed astonishment.

“You, you’re Danny Phantom!” the girl on the bottom of the pile, who’s upper half had managed to avoid being squished beneath bodies, gushed.

That got the barely teenage bodies squirming again and in a few seconds all the girls were untangled and gawking at him.

You rock so much! We love you! Do you have a girlfriend? Does it feel weird when you disappear? What’s it like to fly do you really posses people can you really reach inside anything do you wanna go out can CAN I HAVE YOUR BABIES?!

He stepped back from the new wave of vocalizations assaulting him and put his hands up in some feeble attempt to keep the small group at arm’s length. He tried to smile, but a twitch had developed under his right eye, tugging the muscle up into a skewed sort of disbelieving shock, and with his brows taking residence in the shelter of his bangs he was certain every facial expression would be forced into such a comical molding.

“Um, I really need to, you see I have a, eh, I gotta go and…”

A locker shut firm and hard, the loud metal clang resounding through the near empty hallway making him cringe, unhinging his eyebrows and bringing them straight down into his eyes in the reflex. All of them turned to look behind him, towards the cause of the clang.

Dash stood, looming, in front of the wall of lockers, big meaty palm pressed flat against his little door and a very irritated look on his face as he returned their stare. The girls surrounding Danny fidgeted and inched back just a little.

“Shoo” came a voice from behind and Danny whirred around to see Star and Paulina standing at the back of the little group, glaring at the girls. Everyone was still a moment. Some of the teens had faces a bit twisted, as if they were seriously considering a refusal.

“She said beat it.” Dash’s heavy footsteps were accompanied by two other sets directly behind Danny, and he found himself stuck between the two groups, wide eyes glancing back and forth a bit panicked. What the hell was about to happen?

The arrival of the two other jocks with Dash got the girls sidestepping everyone and hurrying on to whatever destination they had been heading for before Danny had appeared in front of them, leaving Danny sandwiched between the hierarchies of the school.

“Uh….” Danny began, nodding to the newcomers. “Hi Dash, Paulina, Star, and um…you two” He tried a smile at the other two. They were sophomores Danny could see, but not anywhere near as burly as Dash had been at that age. They briefly met his eyes then glanced away, their skin looking a little glossy.

“Hey Danny,” Paulina oozed, “sorry about those little girls, freshmen you know?” She latched onto his arm brutally and batted those lashes of hers up at him while Star locked onto his other arm, gaze averted.

“Um, yeah I..know.” he managed, trying to wriggle out of their grip. “Um could you maybe-”

“Would you like to join us for breakfast?” Paulina lunged. “We’ll pay, completely; they usually have really great fresh doughnuts in the cafeteria.”

“Er, actually I’m supposed to meet up with Sam and Tuck.” He tried to explain with a nervous smile. “In the principal’s office, you see. Lancer wanted to talk to us and… well Sam wouldn’t take kindly to my ditching her.” He gave up and just phased out of their grasps, causing them to stumble a fraction due to the sudden loss of contact. “Girlfriends you know?” he turned to where he had all five of them to his front, backing up as he added the last bit.

Paulina’s flirty eyes darkened just a bit, her back straightening, tossing her hair over her shoulder, she huffed. “Can’t say I do, never had one.”

Dash for his part looked just as fierce and foreboding as he did two minutes ago as he stared down some passerby’s who dawdled a little too long to watch the outcome of the fangirl mob. Danny’s smile faltered some when those eyes flicked over him, and the flash of memory of a Dash Baxter and the popular crowd helping him that summer when his secret was blown started crumbling little by little.

“Eh, that is so right,” he stated. “So, um, I had better be getting off to meet them then. See you around.” He waved and sank through the floor.

He only traveled a little ways before coming back up around a corner in the hallway, this time making sure no one was around to stampede him before changing back. He peaked around and saw Paulina and Dash in what looked like an argument. Deciding it wasn’t worth listening too he started down the hallway in the direction of the Principal’s Office, where Sam, Tucker, Mr. Lancer, and the principal would be waiting for him to discuss his current “extracurricular activities.”

He gripped the handle of the door, a little stirring of emotion in his stomach. So far everything had been, on some level, predictable. The crowds, the fans, his parents, even Paulina and Dash. But he didn’t quite know..what to expect here at school from the faculty.

Unlike his family and Dash and Paulina and a few others, he hadn’t met Lancer and Principal Ishiyama when his secret was blown before, and as such didn’t know exactly how the two would handle his sudden metaphysical lifestyle.

With a deep breath he tugged on the heavy metal door and stepped into the secretary’s office, placing as sweet a smile as he could dig up in his nervous state on his face and praying the tight lines of his clenched jaw wouldn’t twist it horribly.

“Mr. Fenton,” The secretary cried, jumping up from her chair and knocking a few trinkets off her cluttered desk. “Oh my.” She lunged and clutched at the toppled items, giggling nervously. Danny felt his polite smile twitch.

“Let me help.” He said, and began picking pens up off the floor.

“Oh yes , er no! I mean no, thank you but they’re,” she kneeled down and hurriedly started gathering pens and pencils and papers and crushed them to her chest in piles, “they’re waiting for you in there Mr. Phantom.” She hiccupped. “Ah, I mean um. The principal is expecting you Mr. Fenton, they’re, um, they’re in the office.” She straightened, and dumped the mess back onto her desk, hurrying to burry herself in the task of rearranging the clutter.

Danny stood and nodded, the strange little quivering in his stomach increasing at this bizarre interaction, he was eager to leave the little room, and headed into the principal’s actual office. He opened the door hesitantly, peaking inside the well-lit room. “Um, hey.” He said as way of announcing his arrival.

“Ah, Mr. Fenton, come in.” Mr. Lancer urged in his usual tone, a combination of patience and pleasure. As though he had all the time in the world for that one person, and the time meant everything to him.

Coming all the way into the room he looked around. The blinds in the office were pulled all the way up, letting in the bright light of the rising sun. Everyone he was told would be there was, Sam, Tucker, Lancer and the principal, and him of course. He was, naturally, the last one to arrive.

Sam flashed an uncharacteristically bright smile at him the moment he came through the door, then instantly blushed and forced her lips into a non-morning person scowl. Crossing her arms. Tucker didn’t try and hide his smile, and tipped his new gigantic topper comically. Danny rolled his eyes, feeling he had already exhausted every corny joke he could about the hat. Sam had merely stated that she was pleased it wasn’t beaver fur.

Ishiyama looked tense behind her desk. With the office as bright as could be, it seemed she was trying to dispel her fears, as if her student would suddenly attack her. Her smile looked like Danny was afraid his would look earlier, tense and hard and just the slightest bit creepy, it wasn’t at all the peppy statuesque woman he had come to know.

Mr. Lancer wasn’t exactly what he had expected either.

As their conversations progressed, explanations, rule and restrictions, and the subject of his release from classes during a ghost attack, Lancer didn’t seem to change at all from his former self. It seemed as if, on some level, Danny wasn’t at all different from before.

“And you understand, Mr. Fenton, that with these new freedoms comes new restrictions. No more breaking and entering, we will be requiring you to submit to certain regulations to prevent cheating and the harm of students, and of course you will not be allowed to join or participate in any events where your skills would give you an unfair advantage, this includes Sports.” With that Lancer laid the stack of paper down in front of Danny and gave him a pen. “Your powers are seen as a dangerous weapon, and as our district’s policy on arms in public schools is strict and unforgiving, you will have to excuse these precautions as…necessary.”

Danny answered that yes, he did understand, and signed the agreement, which Lancer then took, detached a layer of the final pages, and handed back to Danny.

“Have your parents read over and sign as well. Then return the other paper to me, you can keep that copy of the agreement for your own reference, we have another.” Ishiyama said tensely, hurried to get them out of her office.

“As long as you understand,” Tucker stated, “that should the city believe Danny is being unfairly prosecuted for alleged deeds with no proof of him doing them, appropriate actions will be taken.” Sam nodded.

“All allegations must be backed by evidence.” She agreed. “Danny’s abilities mark him as a minority under the law, and unfair judgment based on these powers of his would be treated as if they were acted against someone of a different religion, race, or orientation.”

Principal Ishiyama said she understood, and that she had already gone over this with the district administrator and that if their lawyers would look over the papers they would find it acceptable.

She said ‘lawyers’ as if these students of hers were not children, but enemies of the school. Enemies of hers. It appeared that, due to this new flood of information, they had lost favor with some of the population.

But, Danny concluded as they walked out of the office, that was to be expected.

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“Mr. Fenton, please pay attention,” Mr. Falluca tapped the caped board-marker on the desk Danny was sitting at, successfully taking his attention away from the note just past to him, “to the lesson at hand and not to your fanmail.”

The crinkled fold of paper was then confiscated and, much to Danny’s dismay, read aloud to the class.

Then the bell rang and he bolted from the class, sailing out the door before the math teacher could further humiliate him. He had never, ever had a letter read to the class before. It was mortifying, mainly because it had been from Paulina, a very gushy note from Paulina.

That peppy voice called to him from the crowd. “Hey! Danny!” Paulina rushed up behind him. “I’m sooo sorry, Mr. Falluca usually doesn’t read notes aloud, that was really weird.” She said all chipper. “I think he’s targeting you cuz he like, doesn’t like ghosts you know?”

It was true, Falluca was well known for his fear of ghosts, but he had always shown a scientific interest in them at the least. Danny had been sure he’d face some well-worded questions from him in that class. Instead, he was targeted countless times throughout the period to answer difficult questions he hadn’t had the time to study for. And Lancer too, had been unreasonably cruel to him in class. And Tetslaff in gym. It was like all the teachers were ganging up on him.

“They just don’t want to treat me different from others.” He concluded out loud, shaking Paulina’s grip off him none too nicely. It was true, he assured himself, they just didn’t want to seem like they were playing favorites with the superhero. He was already a walking safety hazard on campus, best not give people more reasons to bring his name up at the next PTA meeting.

“Well, that’s stupid.” Her grasp on his arm persisted through the attempted dislodging. “They make exceptions for the rest of us A-Listers all the time.” She pouted. “And you’re like the most popular kid in the world right now. You should get extra special treatment.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and finally just pushed her off him, trying not to retort that he was getting extra special treatment. The kind of treatment ex-cons got when they toured the white house.

“Danny!” he broke into a smile upon seeing Sam in all her darkness within the crowd. She spotted Paulina trying to cling to him and, in what could only be called a stroke of jealous madness, walked right up and kissed him full on the mouth. “I’m been waiting for you, let’s go to lunch.”

He casually waved a fuming Paulina bye while lacing his fingers with his girlfriend’s; they marched off to make full use of their lunch passes.

“Hey! Hey wait up you two!” She called after the couple. Paulina charged after them. “Hey, let’s make it a group outing!” She latched onto Sam’s arm this time, smiling down at the shorter girl. At the glare she received, she went for begging, and pouted her lips. “Please? I’m very sorry for how we treated you all before. Give us a chance to make it up? We’ll pay for lunch, and we all can just sit and talk.”

The three were soon joined by Tucker, Star, Kwan, and Ashley.

“Where are we heading to?” Star asked.

“The Nasty Burger of course.” Tucker answered before Sam could say anything.

“There’ll sure to be a billion people in there, are you sure we should?” Danny asked nervously.

“Come on Fenton, you’re like a celebrity now, bask in it.” Kwan smacked him on the back.

“Who said any of you were coming?” Sam snapped. “What if we were going on a date?”

“At the Nasty Burger?” Star blanched. “That’s no place for a date.”

“No, not the Nasty Burger, maybe we wanted to go to a café or a sit in restaurant.” She shouted at the blonde. “We don’t want people tagging along.”

“Sam, come on, be nice.” Danny soothed. “They’re just trying to—”

“To be your friends right Danny?” She cut him off. “Or really, to be Danny Phantom’s friends, I’m so sick of these jerks only coming to you when you have something they want. That’s just what these leeches do!”

“Well yeah.” Ashley said sweetly. “But that doesn’t mean we’re all bad. Maybe we might be your friends for real later on.”

Sam glared at her, but was saved from answering when Kwan called out. “DASH!” They all turned to see the jock look up at them.

“Yo man, we’re going to the Nasty Burger, come on!”

“We’re not going to the Nasty Burger!” Sam shouted, but was hushed by her boyfriend and ignored by the rest.

Dash stopped and let the group come to him, looking over them all with a sour face. “All of you?” he asked, his eyes landing on Danny.

“Yup, we’re gonna have some overdue bonding time.” Paulina oozed. “We’ll be best friends in no time. She smiled and touched cheeks with Sam. Star’s face darkened and Sam got even more furious at this.

Dash locked eyes with Danny and grimaced. His fists clenching. “I’ll pass.” He ground out and stomped off.

“HEY!” Kwan called but Danny, disturbed, held him back. “Fen…”

“Let me talk to him, kay?” Danny said, and received strange looks. “I…I want to, please?”

Sam released him and he walked after the blonde. He could hear Sam and Paulina start screeching at each other again, but his mind was fully focused on Dash.

“Dash!” he slammed into the boys restroom right behind the jock. “What’s your deal? What was that about?” he didn’t mind his tone, something he realized he really should have been careful of, and was soon lifted a foot off the ground and shoved against the wall, fist hovering in his face.

“What the hell did you say?” Dash snarled.

Danny’s eyes glowed dangerously. “Put me down.” He said slowly, “I don’t have to hold back anymore Baxter.”

Dash’s eyes widened, and, as if he didn’t quite realize what he had been about to do, dropped Danny and backed away, holding his fist to his chest.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, head down, “sorry. I…I forgot…for a second..”

Danny gave him a confused look, wondering how the hell someone could forget such a thing, and planted himself right in front of the bigger teen. “You know, I kind of expected a warmer reception from you.” His behavior was so out of sync with everything Danny had learned up to that point. In fact, Dash had been the only person who’s reaction he had been sure of when worried about the future.

Dash, his big stupid fan boy, was avoiding him. Why? He should be smothering him with offers of friendship like Paulina and Kwan were, not running off to pout.

“Why’s that Fenton?” Dash tried to snap, it was a weak attempt. He was uneasy.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe it’s because you practically lick the ground I walk on.” Danny stated.

“What the hell gave you that idea? Don’t I beat you up daily?” There he was, fisting his hero’s shirt again. It was a habit he needed to break.

“True, I guess I should say you lick the ground Danny Phantom walks on, but we both know it doesn’t matter what name I go by anymore.” Danny pushed Dash away with a bit more force than necessary. “What’s your problem? You didn’t have all this conflicted crap the last time you found out about me.” Danny stated.

“What? What last time?” he glared. Danny looked startled and bit his lip; he hadn’t meant to let that slip. “You mean I’ve known about this before? What the hell did you do to me?”

“Yeah, you found out before, so what? I can change things.” He snapped his fingers. “Like that, I have ghost powers remember, and you helped me out and you were pretty happy to do it. And I was considered a wanted fugitive of the government then, now I’m an international hero, and you act like I’m scum. So I’ll ask you again, what’s the deal?”

Dash stared at him, his arms trembling from clenching his fists so tightly. That voice, Danny’s voice had spoken like that to him, down at him, scolding him, several times before and he had accepted it because he was his hero. But from those lips, from Danny Fenton’s lips, he couldn’t allow it. But he didn’t have a choice. “It’s nothing.” He replied, gritting his teeth. “I’m just, I don’t feel well today and all this is giving me a headache.”

Danny arched an eyebrow at him, daring him to come up with a better answer, but when it was clear none was forthcoming, he sighed and accepted it. “Then,” he spoke finally, “You shouldn’t have a problem with eating out with us." He latched onto Dash’s arm the same way Paulina had latched onto his before, his hands gripping a bit firmer though, showing off his strength to the jock to put a bit more force behind the ‘invitation’.

He couldn’t afford to alienate Dash at this time. There were still threats he had to deal with, the Guys in White, the fans, his enemies, and whatever other unforeseen complications that might come up. He needed allies to go along with this exposure, and Dash and his friends were irreplaceable assets.

“Yeah.” Dash agreed after a time, “Yeah I guess I’ll join.” Danny smiled at the defeat, leading the jock by his arm out of the bathroom and towards the group still waiting for them. Whatever problems the big dope was having with this experience, they’ll just have to work through.

As Danny and Dash passed by the counselor’s office, they overheard two girls walking out.

“Mr. Showenhower isn’t like any of the councilors’ I’ve seen in the movies. He doesn’t just sit there and nod while you cry.” One girl said excitedly.

“Yeah, he actually talks to you, and helps you, its way better than just sitting there creepily, nodding like some idiot and scribbling on a pad.”

“I’m going to see him again tomorrow, he’s so cute, and I don’t mind talking about my mom with him.”

Dash slowed his step and watched them pass, his fingers curling into his palm.

“Dash?” Danny glanced up. “We’re going to be late and not have enough time to eat, the girls will kill us.” He said sweetly.

“Yeah, yeah lets go.” He hurried his pace.

‘Showenhower.’ Danny thought to himself. ‘Showenhower, why does that sound so familiar?’

A/N:

I wanted to have this chapter done before I posted it, but as the anniversary is past, and I promised multitudes of you that I would have it up by then and I failed, I am posting less than half the flashback story, but… here’s a sneak peek into the future.

…..

Danny stared wide eyed at the bulky figures, almost trembling beneath the thin sheets of the nurse’s office bed. The first three moved in, scrambling around the room in quick, controlled steps and checking everything from the windows and vents to beneath the beds and even unplugging the phone.

When that was done they nodded to each other, then turned to nod to the other two still in the doorway, then moved to stand on either side of his bed, their large, shiny weapons ready in their hands.

Principal Ishiyama looked positively furious, but held her tongue as the agents did their job. Lancer, however, was far from quiet. He could be heard just outside, speaking with whomever it was that had come with the goons.

“Um..” Danny began, sitting up with some difficulty. “So, what brings you guys here.” He asked.

He recognized the two on either side of him as the ones always after him; though the one at the foot of the bed was unfamiliar, he was probably at the same rank. None of them answered right away, then the darker of the two spoke hushed, as if he wasn’t supposed to say anything.

“We’re here to get you out.” He explained. “The government has deemed your presence here too dangerous.”

“Wah?” Danny jolted, ready to screech in his defense, but a firm hand pushed him back to the bed, he shot a glance at the second agent, expecting a gun in his face for his sudden movements. Instead he saw a strange concerned expression.

“This limited environment has too many openings, too easy for you to be attacked.” He elaborated, then shooting a glare at the principal, “and not just from ghosts.”

Danny’s head felt smothered. He griped his brow with one hand as he tried to process this new development. The Guys In White, here, at his school, helping him? And Dash, was Dash okay? Was he hurt, what did Showenhower want with an ordinary human teenager?

“We’ll get Showenhower.” The three agents said in unison, then looked at each other. Danny didn’t know if he had asked the question out loud, or if maybe all four of them were perhaps thinking along the same lines, but the roaring sound, coming from just beneath his ears, was swooping in fast and his eyes were watering from the strain of watching them.

“Your little friend is going to be fine.” The unfamiliar one assured, patting his foot.

“He’s not my…eah.” And he was back in the darkness.

….

I hope you enjoyed the peek.

Also, thanks for all the “Happy Anniversary Photo Opportunities” e-mails. You guys rock. Another year goes by, another excuse I have to give myself for why exactly it’s not done yet. But then, that’s okay, Rivals in Love is over five years old.

God it’s a good thing most of my works are One-shots huh?

Someone TALK TO ME! I’m bored…. and inspiration does not visit the lonely idle hermit. Even an egotistical one like me.

I got a new Rin sign for my birthday :D

-Rin
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