HERE IT IS!!!!

A NEW UPDATE! Sorry it took so long. Had exams. Have free time now.

LET'S GET READING

Neither series belong to me. Story does. Ideas and Suggestions on plot and OC are acceptable and will be mentioned.

Story starts after Danny Phantom "Infinite Realms", currently in mid-September, high school started in early August, Danny and friends are in their sophomore year

ENJOY!!!!!

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The school bell finally rang. Danny had just finished Mr. Bennett's algebra class and was now heading towards Mr. Lancer's classroom.

YES Mr. Lancer is teaching sophomore English now NNNOOOOOOO

'One more class and I'm free for the weekend.'

But first he has to catch the Cujo, the ghost dog...again.

Meanwhile, waiting next to his empty seat are two of the Casper High's social outcast, as well as two of Danny's best friends in the whole world, Sam Manson and Tucker Foley.

"Where is he?" asked Sam. "He better hurry or Lancer will give him detention for being late again."

Tucker Foley played around with PDA. "He still has a whole minute before class starts. He'll be here."

Right on cue, Danny Fenton rushed through the door and joined his friends and fellow team mates. "Yes, made it." Danny sighed in relief.

"Glad you could join us," said Sam, smiling at her friend.

"Cutting it a bit close, dude." Said Tucker. "Which ghost was it this time, box ghost?"

"No, Cujo apparently. Wanted to play a quick game of fetch."

The school bell rang. As the last few students took their seats, Sam noticed Danny had a distant gaze on his face.

"Danny, you ok?"

"What?" Danny answered, shaking his head. "You say something, Sam?"

"I was asking if you are ok. You were spacing out."

"Oh sorry," he gave a small yawn. A day of school, hiding from Dash and random ghost attacks were starting to catch up to him. "Just a bit tired."

"Don't worry, dude. We just have to survive one more class with no more problems and we're home free."

"Ahem." Everyone in the room stopped talking as the overweight English teacher, Mr. Lancer stood in front of the class.

"Good afternoon class. Before we begin with today's lecture, please pass forward your essay on the importance of symbolism, which I remind you is 25% of your quarter grade."

Danny, for once, was happy and prepared, as he searched his bag. He was able to finish his essay last night, typed and edited. Thus avoiding a possible detention. Nothing can go wrong today.

Unfortunately, his paper was not there anymore.

"Where is it? Where's my homework?" Danny, in a panic dumped his stuff onto his desk, but his essay was not there.

"No, no, no. This cannot be happening. I know I had it earlier." Danny paused for a moment. "Unless..."

[FLASHBACK]

"Cujo, come back here. Bad dog." Cujo, the playful and incredibly fast ghost dog, was zipping across the football field. To Danny, it was another ghost capture but to the cheerful pup, it was a simple game of tag.

Just for a moment, Danny lost sight of Cujo when he turned invisible and went through the bleachers. There, Cujo found Danny's hidden school bag and started to rummage around Danny's stuff, where he eventually found an essay. And so, following his dog nature, Cujo grabbed the paper and started to rip it to shreds. Then he dug a hole and buried the remains.

"Cujo," the pup looked up to see his self-proclaimed ghost owner. "Stay. Good boy. Time to go the thermos, boy." Danny pulled out his thermos and sucked in Cujo.

"At least you didn't cause any damage."

[END OF FLASHBACK]

"Oh, no."

"Mr. Fenton, is there a problem?" Mr. Lancer looked straight at the student, waiting impatiently for his work.

Danny hesitated. "Uh, a ghost ate my homework."

The class laughed while Mr. Lancer was not amused. "Very original Mr. Fenton. Maybe you could share more of your wit in detention."

Danny groaned and hung his head in defeat. 'So close.'

"Now everyone, today we will be continuing the discussion on Macbeth. Please turn to Act 2, Scene 3 in your books." Soon enough, Mr. Lancer began talking about Shakespeare and after a few minutes, half the class was already asleep while the other half was barely listening.

Danny toned him out and started to randomly doddle in his notebook. He likes to draw. Apparently, he has a hidden talent for it. It helps him clear his mind from the stress of school and ghost fighting. He even received a sketchbook from Jazz on Christmas.

Currently, he was too tired to focus on the lecture and too busy trying to remember the dream he had last night.

'I can't stop thinking about it. I've been having this same dream for the past three days. Yet every time I wake up, I forget what I was dreaming about. I know it is important though. At least I think it was. And I know there was someone there with me.'

The image of a figure, mixed in red and white, with gold in his eyes, popped into his mind.

'Who was that?' It was all Danny could think about. Soon his pencil holding hand was doodling without a second thought, as Danny propped his head up with his other arm and faced the window, staring at the clear blue sky.

Blue and clear. So wide and open. The perfect weather for flying.

'Flying.' he sighed. 'Flying through the air, above the trees. Trees, so many trees.'

Danny could almost picture himself, letting the warmth of the sun bath his ghost body. Yet, there is no sun.

'No, wait. It's dark.' It's already night time.  Moonlight. A full moon, shining above the heavens. A shadow appeared in front the glowing moon. Except it wasn't a shadow.

'A boy?'...a boy covered in red and white. 'Hang on, he's wearing red, a red robe,' like in the samurai movies. He even has sword tied to his waist. His long hair, 'white, like in my ghost form.' The moon illuminated his form as he flew across the sky. Then the boy turned his head, facing Danny. Golden amber eyes, fierce and protective, gazing into his soul. The mysterious boy started to move his lips, as if he was saying something to him.

"What? I can't...I can't hear you."

Danny moved closer and started to hear a faint voice; rough, edgy and unfamiliar, 'but I feel like I can trust him.'

He could hear the voice becoming a bit clearer. "Danny..Danny"

"What?"

"Danny.....a storm is coming."

"What? Storm?" Before he could get an answer, Danny started to fell heavy. He couldn't move, instead he began to fall back to Earth. Danny kept his eyes on the boy, as he kept moving his mouth.

"Our fate will be intertwined on the night of the full moon."

The boy disappeared, a ray of red moonlight shone on top a dark house on a hill.

"Wait! Who are you? Wait!"

"Danny...Danny.....Danny."

His eyes were half way closed. His head about to fall on his desk. Deep in his thoughts, Danny was unaware of his muttering growing loud enough for the class to hear, nor his friends' attempts to wake him from his daydream. Too late.

"Mr. Fenton!"

"WAAA!" Danny yelled as he jumped out of his seat and landed on the floor. A few loose sheets of page flew in the air and followed suit. His class laughed at his clumsiness. Dash coughed "loser" as Danny shook his head awake and was now facing the stern look of his English teacher.

"Mr. Fenton, I understand school is not very exciting, but I would really appreciate you to not doze off during a lecture."

"Sorry, Mr. Lancer."

"And what is this?" Before Danny could cover it, Mr. Lancer swiped a paper on his desk and after a few seconds, he looked at Danny with a face of disapproval. "I don't recall any werewolves in today's passage." Mr. Lancer turned the paper facing Danny. Confused on his teacher's statement, Danny looked at the drawing and was surprised on what he saw, let alone drew. Sketched in pencil, was a detailed image of a boy, with long white hair, wearing an old fashion robe with a sword. His hands looked sharp, almost claw like. He looked confident and fierce, ready for battle, showing off his fanged smile. And though his eyes were not colored, they looked focused and strong as they stared straight back at Danny. But what really caught Danny's attention the most was the little dog like ears popping out the mess of hair.

"As much as I appreciate creativity, this isn't art class, Mr. Fenton."

"I know Mr. Lancer."

"Meet me after school, we'll talk more than."

"Yes, Mr. Lancer." Danny sighed in defeat. Mr. Lancer returned to the front of the class and continued the lecture.

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[Meanwhile In the Ghost Zone]

As a infinite dimension, where portals between the Earth and the Ghost Zone, to other dimensions, and through time and space tend to appear, one certain portal had just come to existence.  Only for a moment or two, but just enough for a small object to find it's way through and to float towards the lair of a certain ghost who is currently looking through a pile of discarded computer parts.

"Hmm, this looks promising.  Yes, just a few more parts and my new battle suit will be perfected.  I will become supreme and then no one, not even the ghost child can stop.   Mwhahahaha.  Now I just need a coil inductor."  Technus looked around for his needed piece when spotted something shining on the ground near his scrape pile.  "Mmm, what's this?"  He walked over and picked up the shard.  "I do not recall having this piece." 

As he held it in his hand, the shard started to glow.