Teen Titans - Colors

"The origin story for my OC Kenji, the son of Brushogun. I had hoped to finish this by the end of this month, but I only got about a third of the way through. At least you can see how it all starts out." -Casey

The sky was grey with the tick cover of rain clouds hanging over Tokyo. The streets were becoming streams and only people with galoshes and large umbrellas dared the weather. Just south of a local graveyard there was a humble little bookstore that was creaking against the heavy winds. A young boy sat in the back of the shop, lounging on one of the higher bookshelves. Thunder rumbled loudly overhead and the boy buried his face deeper in his comic book. He didn’t have a real problem with lightning, but rainy days were sort of his kryptonite. Being doused with water made him weak for some reason so staying inside today was mandatory. All part of the charm of having mysterious super powers; they came with mysterious Achilles' heel.

“Hello? Is anyone here?” called a voice from the front of the store.

Kenji flicked his wrist and a bright blue substance shot from his fingers and formed into a thin bookmark. He placed it in his comic book and then craned his neck so that he could get a better look at the customer that had just entered. He was tall and thin, but his other features were obscured by a long trench coat and a fedora. He tracked water across the floor as he glanced around the shop.

Kenji’s Sensei was out on an errand so there wasn’t anyone to help the customer. The boy wasn’t supposed to talk to his Master’s customers or even be seen by them if he could help it. He’d read enough comics to understand that certain precautions were necessary when it came to having super powers, but he still wanted to make sure that the stranger didn’t try to steal anything.

The boy watched from his perch as the customer combed through the history books and then the myths. He was obviously looking for something specific and at last he lingered over an old book that had a black and red samurai on the cover.

“Welcome to my shop,” a voice greeted suddenly.

The man in the trench coat spun around to find a very short old man standing before him with an umbrella cradled in his arms. Kenji leaned forward as he tried to hear the man in the trench coat and his sensei as they began talking in hushed tones.

“I am looking for a dangerous criminal known only as Brushogun,” the trench coat man explained.

“I had thought that the law preferred we didn’t speak of him, Officer Daizo,” Sensei replied.

The man in the coat turned aside and for a moment Kenji was afraid that he’d been spotted, but the stranger had only turned to grab the book that was behind him.

“Yes, the first super criminal of Tokyo,” the officer sighed. “He inspires much evil with just his name.”

He ran his hand over the black and red samurai on the cover of the book as he examined it. “But just as there were once such villains, there were also heroes. Do you not wish to inspire champions with just your name, Samurai?”

Sensei hardly flicked his umbrella and the book was swatted from the officer’s hands. The old man caught it before it hit the ground and held it close to his chest. “Though you may not believe it, Brushogun was no myth,” the old man explained. “He was a very real man and he paid the price for his crimes.”

Kenji watched as his Sensei walked around the police officer and hopped over to replace the book on its shelf. “Please take this,” Sensei offered his umbrella to the man. “The storm outside won’t relent any time soon.”

“Nor will I,” he replied. The officer then turned towards the door and began to leave without the umbrella that had been offered to him. Kenji listened intently to the stormy winds and thunder outside for a long while before he was assured that the man had left and he could climb down from his shelf.

“Sensei, who was that man?” Kenji asked as he approached.

“I’m back,” the old man replied as he placed the umbrella aside.

“Yes, welcome back, Sensei,” Kenji said, remembering his manners briefly. “What was all that talk about ‘Brushogun’? I’ve never heard of him before.”

“He went into hiding ages ago,” the man dismissed. “You needn’t worry about him.”

“But that man called you a Samurai! You can’t tell me that meant nothing!”

The old man set to work reorganizing shelves and he handed many books to Kenji as if the boy had volunteered to help. “Are you like a Rurouni? Oh! Or like a Ronin without a master?”

“You read far too many mangas,” the old man stated as he handed Kenji some rather heavy history books. “I have a shepherd; I am not without a master.”

Kenji strained under the weight off all the books he was holding, wishing he had super strength, when he caught sight of the book the man in the trench coat had left behind. It was sitting on one of the back shelves now, right where his Sensei had left it. The boy shifted the books around in his arms until his right index finger was free. He twirled it around, sketching the blue outline of a claw in the air. The image wavered and then moved like the pincers of a crane game filled with plush toys. Kenji mentally ordered it to zip across the room, the end of the claw still attached to his finger. It took a huge amount of concentration for him to animate any sort of object and as luck would have it; his Sensei started talking to him again. The man had his back to the boy as said something about honesty and hard work, but Kenji hardly heard as he focused on using the claw to grab the book.

He finally got a hold of it and lifted it off the shelf when his Sensei shouted, “Kenji!”

Kenji jumped, dropping the books in his hands as the claw melted away, splashing across the floor. Kenji turned sheepishly to his master, unable to make eye contact. The old man walked over and took the book in his arms again with a heavy sigh.

“You wish to know about Brushogun?” the old man asked. “He was an artist…a talented man who could have done some real good with his talents.”

The old man held the book out so that he could look down at its cover reminiscently. “But he sold his soul to a monster and became a monster himself.

Kenji took a step back as his Sensei held the book out for him to take. “I only warn you to read it with caution because these pages are stained by darkness.”

Kenji took the book slowly and flipped it open to an illustration of a circle surrounded by black, blue, pink, and yellow candles around it. That was what his Sensei was trying to warn him about; Brushogun had used dark magic. He shut the book and handed it back to the man.

“I’m sorry, Sensei,” he apologized. “I should trust your judgment.”

The old man smiled and took the book back to its place on the back shelf. “You live up to your name, Kenji,” he complimented. “Now, pick up those books you dropped.”

“Yes, Sensei.”

 Teen Titans (C) DC Comics, Warner Brothers, and Cartoon Network

Kenji (C) SuperheroGeek13

Ahir becomes a Sorcerer

"This is actually a huge leap forward from the last bit of Ahir's backstory, almost a decade, and then the next bit is even further into the future. The reason for this is that I'm really just trying to get to the point where he's all grown up and his son Zared's story begins. Thus I only covered what really needed to be covered." -Casey

“Do you realize what you’ve done, Ahir?!” Evren shouted. “You attacked a dryad! You’ve put the entire town in danger now!”

“Why should the people live in fear of the spirits when we can wield their power?” Ahir replied. “I could bring about a harvest that could withstand any drought, which would feed an entire kingdom!”

“You have nowhere near that kind of power,” the old man scolded. “And a single spirit could put a stop any of your conjuring if they had a mind to do so!”

“You’ve used magic for nearly half a century,” the young man reminded him. “And you control a power that no man thought possible.”

“Transference is an ability I learned from the nymphs,” Evren corrected. “Even if I lived well beyond old age; I would never equal them.”

Evren watched Ahir carefully for any sign that he was getting through to him, but the boy merely glared. He turned from his young apprentice in disappointment, but Ahir remained as still as stone.

“That’s because you don’t fully understand what transference is capable of,” Ahir postulated. “Giving out one’s strength to rejuvenate another.”

As the old man shook his head despondently Ahir moved towards him, his footsteps dead silent. “And it never occurred to you that such a link could be used to seize another’s power?”

Evren’s eyes went wide as he realized just what the boy was saying. He spun around to face his apprentice and was startled to find the boy only a foot away from him. Ahir slammed both of his hands against Evren’s chest and immediately the old man fell to his knees. His master attempted to cry out, but he no longer had the strength to do so.

“You fear the spirits, when what you should really fear is their power,” Ahir gloated as the old man fell dead to the ground. “The power of a full-fledged sorcerer.”

***

The woman ran across the sand as quickly as she could, shouting towards the camp surrounding the oasis. The people began to murmur and the camels pulled uneasily at their restraints. The woman finally made it within earshot of her people and ordered them to evacuate the camp.

Many began to protest for fear of wandering the desert before nightfall, but their leader only needed to utter one name in order to make them comply; Ahir.

Suddenly woman and children were being loaded onto carts and supplies of water gathered. Their leader assured them that she would keep them safe before she ran to her own tent to gather her own things.

She threw back the cloth wrapped around her head as she entered and quickly grabbed her journals and notes from their hiding places. That’s when she noticed the tall dark figure standing in the corner of her tent.

She clutched her books to her chest and stared up at the man defiantly, swearing at him in a language she guessed he couldn’t understand. “The Great Sorceress Isha, I presume?” he asked with a slight tilt of his head. “I’ve heard a great deal about your talents.”

“I have heard much of your murders,” she spat.

“Is it true that you have mastered the ability to wield fire?” he inquired as he strode across the tent. “Controlling the element with the skill of a fotia…”

“You’ve come to learn my secrets?” she asked through clenched teeth as Ahir came to stand almost on her toes.

“Nothing would make me happier,” he admitted with a quick smile.

Isha placed her books against the man’s chest as if in surrender, but then the journals busted into flames in her hands. Ahir jumped back as the front of his cloak caught fire, but he quickly doused it with his gloved hands. All that remained of the books were the ashes now covering his palms.

“Fire is a vicious element,” the woman mocked.

Ahir wiped his gloves of the ash before loosening them at the fingertips. “Oh, trust me,” he said gravely. “I understand that more than most.”

He at last removed the glove so that his scarred right hand was exposed. Isha was not surprised to find that he had been marked for death. Surely people like Ahir justified the spirits’ actions.

“I’ve learned a great deal since my last encounter with the blaze,” he reminisced. “So many sorcerers wielding such powers. By far, the most important thing I’ve learned is this…”

Isha stumbled back as his words echoed distantly in her head, “I need no longer fear trivial flames.”

Then he grabbed her by the throat with his bare hand and Isha felt not only her powers slip from her, but her memories as well. She struggled against his grip, but she quickly felt her limbs go limp and then all went black.

Characters and Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

The Prince and the Poltergeist - Chapter Two

"You ever had those weird dreams where people keep switching roles (like the Green Lantern in Justice League's 'The Once and Future Thing, Part 2') and everyone just sort of doesn't notice? Well, when I first dreamed up this story (literally) Sam and 'Dexter' here kept turning into Princess Zelda and TK from Digimon 02. Not extremely relevant to this chapter, but I thought it worth mentioning in case this story wasn't weird enough as is." -Casey

Chapter Two: Phantom Footsteps

Danny blew his icy breath against the glass surface of his prison and it fogged up. He used his fingers to doodle pictures of rockets and stars as he thought fondly about growing up to be an astronaut. His mother and father had never really encouraged his dream, but maybe they’d let him pursue it now that he could no longer take the ghost hunting throne.

A gentle humming noise began to echo from somewhere outside the laboratory. Danny turned away from his fading doodles and pressed his ear against the glass of his cylindrical prison. The sound was coming from below him in the east wing. Danny knew the castle well enough to guess that it was coming from the Grand Ballroom.

The castle had been quiet for two whole days, with no sign of Lord Masters. Danny was starting to go stir crazy alone in the laboratory and this distant humming was the most interesting distraction he’d had all day. He focused his powers and pressed his hand hard against the glass, trying to phase through it. The glass began to glow with a strange blue light and then he was knocked back by a sudden jolt. He slammed head first into the opposite side of the cylinder and was knocked to his knees by yet another jolt. “Stupid anti-ghost glass!” he muttered as he rubbed the back of his head.

The ghost boy pressed his ear to the ground to listen for the strange humming and realized something he should have figured out earlier; the floor of the lab was still made of metal. He quickly turned himself completely intangible and fell through the floor. He plummeted towards the floor of the entryway, bracing himself with a yelp. Then he stopped, levitating just inches above the ground in his solid form once again.

“Huh, you’d think Lord Masters would have thought of that,” Danny mused as he looked back up towards the ceiling.

The humming sounded again and now that it was just a door away, he could clearly hear that it was the sound of music. He quickly flew up to the main doors to the Grand Ballroom and pressed his ear up against it. “One, two, three, One two, thre---ow!” he heard someone say over the music. “Sorry!” another voice apologized.

Danny phased through the double doors cautiously and found that the Ballroom was decorated with lights and balloons and that the music was coming from a boom box on the main stage in the corner.

In the middle of the main dance floor stood Lady Sam Manson, her hair made up into long stands that resembled the legs of a spider and her dress had an equally beautiful and gothic.

Danny didn’t recognize the girl’s would be dance partner. He had short blond hair, bright blue eyes, and was wearing a black tux with a bow tie. “Sorry about that,” the boy told Sam. “Sometimes I feel like I have two left feet.”

“Not a problem,” Sam assured him. “But we’re not going get anywhere if you keep apologizing every misstep.”

“Sorry,” the boy sighed.

“Prince Dexter, I realize that it can be hard moving into a new kingdom, but you can relax. There’s nothing scary about the Fenton Kingdom.” As Lady Manson finished assuring the prince, she glanced up towards the door and saw the translucent form of the ghost boy staring back at her. She cried out in surprise and Danny fell through the door with a yelp.

He was lying on the tile floor of the ballroom now, completely visible, with the two royal teens staring down at him. He quickly jumped to his feet and backed up against the door, too flustered to phase through it.

“I---uh---I can explain!” he stuttered as he glanced between the two older kids.

“You’re a ghost!” Prince Dexter announced as he pointed down at the boy.

“No, no! You don’t understand!” Danny wanted to explain, but he knew that his existence had to remain a secret.

The young girl stepped towards him, her eyes wide with wonder as she reached out her hand. She placed it on the boy’s shoulder tentatively and Danny flinched from how warm her hand felt against his eerily cold skin.

“You are a ghost, aren’t you?” she asked in awe.

“Kinda…” he admitted, figuring that an explanation about the difference between ghosts and half-ghost would only cause more trouble.

“That’s…” she began, staring into his glowing green eyes. “That’s awesome!”

“Beg pardon?” Danny and Dexter asked in chorus.

Lady Mason turned back to her dance partner with excitement twinkling in her eyes. “You never see stray ghosts wandering around this Kingdom!” she explained. “Not with the Fearsome Fentons ruling over the lands!”

“You’re not freaking out?!” Prince Dexter shouted, clearly freaked out by the matter.

“I should probably go,” Danny said as he reached for the doorknob.

“Wait! Please don’t!” the girl implored as she turned back to the ghost-boy. “I’m Sam Manson and this is Prince Dexter Poyne. What’s your name?”

“I’m Danny Fent-fen-fen---Phantom!” he faltered as he realized that he couldn’t tell them that he was the prince.

“Danny Phantom? A bit on the nose there, Slick,” Dexter pointed out, causing Sam to elbow him in the ribs.

“You don’t have to be afraid of us,” the girl assured Danny. “Why don’t you stay and dance with us? Prince Dexter needs all the practice he can get.”

Prince Dexter frowned at her comment, but Danny hardly took notice. He’d worried for weeks that people would run in fear at the sight of him, but these teenagers were acting perfectly accepting of his ghostly appearance. “You guys aren’t afraid of me?” he asked.

“You think you’re the first ghost we’ve ever seen?” Dexter asked dubiously.

“And you’re like eight years old,” Lady Manson pointed out.

“I’m ten!” Danny corrected, though his voice choked with laughter. He’d forgotten how much fun it was to hang out with kids his own age. “I guess I could hang out for a little while.”

“Great!” the girl hollered as she leapt across the ballroom to turn up the volume on her boom box. A fast pace beat began to play and Dexter quickly took to spinning and pointing.

Danny floated over to offer his hand to Lady Manson, able to do so at eye level while he was floating on air.

“May I have this dance, Lady Manson?” he asked in a very princely manner.

“Please call me Sam,” she replied. “And yes, you may.”

She took his hand and then pulled him across the dance floor while spinning around dizzyingly. She made some joke about Danny being really light on his feet, but he didn’t really hear her over the pounding music. They spun and flailed through the whole CD for almost an hour before Sam insisted that they get back to serious practicing.

Sam took turns demonstrating the dance steps with Danny, who knew them all very well, and then practicing them with Prince Dexter. Danny did his best not to laugh at the Prince’s efforts, but he snickering carried throughout the room.

“Everybody’s a critic,” Dexter sighed with a half hearted smile.

“Sorry, Dex,” Danny apologized. “It took me years to learn those moves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, but I had just finished learning to walk, so I guess that was kind of a factor.”

Danny laughed at his own joke and then Sam walked over to turn off the boom box. “Well, boys, this has been great, but I need to get back to the other preparations for the ball,” she announced.

“Same time tomorrow, doll?” Dexter asked with a wink.

“Of course, but don’t ever call me that again,” she warned with a frown.

“Sure thing, Sam,” he agreed, before turning to Danny. “Hey, will you be back here tomorrow, Phantom?”

“Uh…well,” he hesitated as his friends looked at him expectantly. Master Masters had always stressed that no one could know his secret. The half-ghost son of the famous ghost hunting Fentons would ruin the family name and the kingdom would lose faith in its King. He couldn’t risk that, but Sam and Dexter wouldn’t tell, would they?

“I’ll be here,” he said with a smile.

He quickly turned intangible and then flew out of the ballroom through the roof. To his satisfaction, he heard Sam say something about how awesome that was as he left. He’d have to figure out a couple of new tricks before he saw them again. Who knew that having ghost powers could actually be kind of cool?

Danny flew back through the floor of the laboratory and settled back into his glass cylinder prison. Master Vlad Masters was nowhere to be seen, so what harm could there be in sneaking out a couple more times?

Danny Phantom (C) Nickelodeon

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13

The Prince and the Poltergeist - Chapter One

"I've already been posting this on FanFiction.net, but it's been a big project this month (mostly because I got the Danny Phantom series on DVD) so it goes with the month's updates. Plus, I get to make use of all these great Danny Phantom GIFs that I keep running across on Pinterest." -Casey

Chapter One: Lord Masters’ Apprentice

Danny walked from his room into the laboratory of the castle and looked around inquisitively. “Lord Masters?” he called. “I’m here on time! Ya know, for a change.”

There was no answer so the young boy walked over to the table where the ghost studying equipment was kept. There were containment units coated with anti-ghost residue, sensors that blinked to life as Danny drew near, beakers filled with a verity of glowing liquids, and a small sign that read, “Do Not Touch. This means you, Danny!”

Danny glared at the sign and then proceeded to knock it off the table with a swat of his hand. Then he caught sight of his reflection in a small round mirror that was sitting on the table. He was still taken aback by his ghostly appearance, even though he’d been living with it for nearly a month. His white hair, green eyes, and the eerie glow surrounding him all reminisced of a different person. He took the mirror in his hands and frowned down at it. The glass began to shimmer with a green light and Danny dropped it in surprise. The mirror stopped just short of hitting the floor and then floated up into the air until it was hovering just above Danny’s head.

“Now, now, Prince Daniel,” a familiar voice echoed. “There is a reason for that sign, I assure you.”

Vladimir Masters appeared before him, holding the mirror carefully in his hands as he shook his head at the boy.

“Lord Masters!” Danny exclaimed. “I didn’t see you there.”

“Of course you didn’t,” the man sighed. “I was using my powers of invisibility.”

Masters put the mirror back on the table and then strode to the center of the room. “Which, incidentally, is just what we’re going to be practicing today,” he announced. A ring of light past over the man and he transformed right before Danny’s eyes. His black clothes and cape changed to white, with black accents, his well combed grey hair was spiked and black, his blue eyes were now completely red, and his skin was a pale green color.

“Now let’s see if you can become invisible without going intangible for a change,” the man smirked.

Danny frowned determinedly at the man and his eyes began to glow. “Invisibility! Coming right up!” he said. He held his arms out to either side and he did indeed become translucent, but unbeknownst to him, he was also slowly sinking into the floor. “Ha! See! Just call me Inviso-Bill!”

“Uh-huh,” Vladimir sighed. “Do me a favor and make sure I turned off the lights while you’re down there.”

“What?” Danny managed to ask before he realized that he was already waist deep in the floor. He cried out in a panic, which only made him sink faster to the lower levels of the castle. He fell all the way into the entryway of the castle where he plummeted down from the high ceiling to the stone floor below.

Danny pulled himself onto his knees and stared down at the crack he had made in the floor. He grabbed his cape and started trying to buff the crack away, but Vladimir appeared in that spot, causing him to jump back.

“I…uh…I can pay for that,” Danny assured him with a nervous smile.

Vladimir glared down at the boy in disappointment. “Prince Daniel, honestly, it’s as if you don’t even want to gain control of your powers.”

Danny jumped to his feet and stared at his mentor pleadingly. “No! Lord Masters, I do! I swear!”

“The King and Queen trusted you to me,” the man sighed as he turned his back to the boy. “I don’t know how I’m going to tell them that I’ve failed to train you. And they were so looking forward to seeing you again, too.”

“What am I, invisible?!” Danny shouted.

Vladimir turned back to the boy, but found that Danny was nowhere to be seen. The man blinked in surprise and failed to notice when the boy reappeared behind him, dropping his invisibility just long enough to shout, “Boo!”

Vladimir wasn’t startled, but he turned around to look for Danny in annoyance. “Oh sure,” the man scoffed. “You can fly around unseen, but you can’t keep yourself from falling through the ground. Do you really think that your parents are going to coat the entire Kingdom in anti-ghost residue just to keep you from falling to China?”

Danny reappeared floating at Vladimir’s side, his long ghostly tail trailing where his legs had once been. He shrugged his shoulders with a lighthearted smile. “Eh, it’d be nice,” he replied.

Vladimir pointed his finger at Danny and a beam of energy shot from it, sending the boy flying into one of the many stone pillars lining the entryway.

“Hey! What was that for?!” Danny cried in surprise.

“Why didn’t you go intangible to avoid that attack?” his teacher asked disappointedly.

“I wasn’t ready!” the ghost-boy complained.

“Ready. Set. Go,” Vladimir said before he shot another beam of energy at his student. Danny leapt out of the way and watched as the pillar he’d been standing next to cracked and blacked from the attack. Another beam quickly followed and Danny had to fly up into the air to avoid it.

“Quit it!” he yelled.

“I suggest that you put up a shield,” Vladimir sighed as he shot at the boy again. Danny dodged the attack and then began rubbing his hands together frantically.

“Shield, shield, shield,” he muttered. “Charge energy in hands…green glow…and…”

Danny’s hand did begin to glow, but then a beam of green energy shot from them straight at Lord Masters. The man raised an energy shield before his face without lifting a finger, blocking Danny’s attack.

“Do I get points for that?” the boy asked nervously.

The ring of light passed over Vladimir again and he returned to his human form. “There is no ‘A’ for effort in my class, Prince Daniel,” he replied. “Only a ‘D’ for Disappointment.”

Masters made his way up one of the long stairways that lead to the second floor. Danny trailed after him, flying silently through the air.

“So, that’s it?” the boy asked. “No more lessons for the day?”

“I have a meeting with the Manson family this afternoon,” Masters replied. “So you’re going to have to stay confined to the lab until they depart.”

“What? For how long?” Danny sighed.

“It might actually take the entire week to complete our business,” Masters shrugged.

“A week?!” the boy shouted only inches from Vladimir’s ear.

“Yes, a week! And I don’t want their visit disturbed by any ghostly wailing!” the man scolded.

They were on the second floor now and soon they were before the laboratory doors. Vladimir pulled one of the doors open and gestured that Danny should go inside. The boy frowned but flew into the room with no other protests.

“What’s the harm in anyone seeing me anyway?” Danny asked as he lowered himself onto the floor. “Even if I get complete control of my powers, I’ll still look like a freak.”

“You’re only half-ghost, my dear boy,” his teacher said as he entered the room, transforming back into his ghost form as he did so. “I learned to control my powers…and so will you, in time.”

“I won’t learn anything if I have to stay cooped up in this lab!”

“Very well, Prince Daniel,” the man almost taunted. “Then change your appearance. If you can get yourself to look just like the old Prince then you will be free to roam the halls and return to your family.”

Danny blinked in surprise. Lord Masters had never even hinted to the idea that he could look like his normal self again. He knew that his teacher could revert back to his human form, but could he really do the same?

The boy closed his eyes and focused on the last time he remembered being a normal person. He had been in Castle Fentonworks with his sister and his parents. They had been telling stories of their long success as ghost hunters and about the Fenton Portal that would one day be able to open up into the ghost world.

A ring of light appeared around his waist and it split in two as it passed over his head and his ankles, changing his black clothes and cape white and eliminating the eerie glow that usually emanated around him. Danny stared down at his hands in amazement and then turned his attention to his own reflection on the polished metal floor. He had black hair and blue eyes again, he was normal again.

“I…I did it!” he exclaimed as he turned to his teacher. “Lord Masters, it worked!”

The ring of light shot over the boy again, even quicker this time, and he was transformed back into his ghostly form. Danny stared down at his hands in disappointment as they glowed with an eerie white light.

“But…I don’t understand,” Danny muttered in frustration.

Lord Masters smiled, his fangs visible, as he walked over to put a hand on the boy’s shoulder.

“If you learn anything from our training today, Prince Daniel, let it be this; you can have anything you want if you’re willing to do whatever is necessary to take it.”

Vladimir stepped back again and gestured to the boy grandly. “You’ve just taken your first step towards being the crowned Prince of the Fenton’s Kingdom.”

Danny smiled; genuinely glad to hear that he had at least done something right for a change.

 “Lord Masters!” called a rather loud and gravelly female voice from outside the lab.
“Lesson's over! Stay out of sight!” Vladimir said quickly as he slammed his hand against a big green button in the corner.
“Wait! What are you---” Danny hardly got out before the glass cylinder shot out of the ground, trapping him. He glared at his teacher, crossed his arms and then became invisible. He couldn’t phase through this glass, so it was better that he just comply with orders until his teacher let him out.
Vladimir reverted back to his human form and went to answer the door. A teenage girl stood in the doorway, her hands on her hips and her chin jutting forward.
“Ah, Lady Manson,” Vladimir said cordially, ignoring the girl's crass demeanor. “What can I do for you, my dear?”
“You were supposed to meet with me and my parents about the Nurturing Nature Gala half an hour ago,” the girl complained.
“And you came all the way here to the lab to remind me! You really are such a responsible young girl!” Vladimir said quickly, ushering the girl out again.
Danny pressed his face against the glass, trying his best see the girl over Vladimir's shoulder.
She had short black hair, violet eyes with matching makeup, and she was wearing a gothic style black and green dress. Danny had met the other members of the Manson family before when he was still human, but none of them were anything like this girl. They were cheery and annoying, but she looked nothing of the sort.

Lord Masters slammed the door behind him and Danny was left alone in the laboratory. He hoped that this dumb old Gala or whatever would be over with soon so that he'd be free to roam the rest of the castle again. He hated being cooped up in the laboratory.

Danny Phantom (C) Nickelodeon 

Story (C) SuperheroGeek13