The Impossible Acquittal, Part 1
Title: The Impossible Acquittal,Part 1
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder.
Previous Chapeters: Prologue
Almost didn't make it this week. Was distracted making < shameless plug > This < / shamelss plug>
Dear Jazz,
How's Japan? It's only been a few months since we lost you to the land of the rising sun, hard to believe how much I'd miss an annoying sister like you (kidding!).
Believe it or not, it's still pretty quiet here. I guess taking care of Plasmius once and for all finally got through to all the ghosts to leave Amity alone. It's kinda like I inherited the fear and respect he held. Not too sure how I feel about that...
Of course some things never change. Box Ghost still shows up about three or four times a week. Last time he had the Lunch Lady with him. They seemed pretty friendly; guess this means Box Lunch will be showing up eventually. And I know Walker would love the opportunity to throw me in his jail.
Oddly enough the ghost that's been giving me the most trouble is one who likes me! You guessed it, Cujo has taken up residence under my bed, squeaky toy and all. And I thought keeping myself a secret from Mom and Dad was hard! I've tried taking his back to the ghost zone, but he can get out even easier than Wulf.
Speaking of which, I've heard a rumor to the effect that he's set up a permanent haunt in Conan's old house. Can't really blame him for wanting to be close to someone he can actually have a fluent conversation with.
How's Team Phantom's Japanese branch? Hope every thing's quiet on the ghost front there too. If anything did happen though, I know you'd just whip out the peeler and go to town on them. And you know it too, no matter how much you try to deny it, you're a Fenton. Now we just need to work on your aim with the thermos.
Anyway I got to school now so talk to you later,
Danny
The young boy hit send on the email and leaned back, waiting for the argument he knew would commence.
You didn't tell her.
What could she do, she's one the other side of the world? All I would do is worry her.
Jazz is still a competent psychologist, even if she did decide to go for law. She's the only one who knows enough psychology that we can trust.
That I can trust!
Isn't that the problem?
Danny abruptly stood up and grabbed his school bag, making a beeline for the front door and school. He knew the argument wasn't over, and he knew he couldn't hide from it. Not when the person you were fighting was in your own head.
It had started a not long after getting back to America. He had started acting on personality traits of another individual, namely Wataru Takagi. Through the effects of a possession gone wrong he had effectively lived through the Japanese cop's life. Danny now knew everything he did; the young halfa overnight became fluent in Japanese, both written and spoken, had the man's college education, and even his body reacted as though it had been through police training.
He had actually thought it was kind of cool for a while. His grades were improving, especially with the decreased ghost attacks and he had actually managed to subdue Dash.
The downside came when he began catching himself having thoughts that, to put it simply, weren't his own. He had tried burying them, only to have them come back even stronger.
One didn't need Jazz's knowledge of the human mind to know that by now Danny had a full blown case of schizophrenia bordering on a split personality. What he didn't know was what to do, if anything.
It wasn't like the voice in the back of his head was telling him to go on a rampage or anything. Quite the opposite, Takagi was a good source of levelheadedness and calm that helped during the hectic times in a superhero's life. It was nice and more than a little convenient to have an advisor right there in your mind.
On the other hand privacy was a thing of the past. You have no secrets from someone who lives in your head and, being a teenager, sometimes Danny just didn't want to hear good advice.
Shouting out an absent minded goodbye to his parents Danny exited his house, ducked down an alley and transformed. Soon Danny Phantom was in the air and heading towards school.
~
Made it with time to spare! thought Danny triumphantly and he transformed back. For once I'm not going to be late for...
“Hey Fentino,”
*groan* “Hi Dash.”
“Guess what. I get to go on break a week early. This means today's my last chance to pound on you, so I'd better make it count.
You do realize how many count of assault and battery we have on him?
I really don't want to talk about it right now thought Danny as he dodged a punch.
Takagi threw out another idea, and this was one Danny liked much better. Taking an opening the young halfa grabbed Dash's pant along the beltline and yanked them down, exposing the jock's tighty whities to the world.
I think I've been a bad influence on you...
Less thinking more running!
~
“Dude, you know you're my personal hero now?” Tucker asked, taking a huge bite out of his meatball sub.
Sam flinched as she watched one of her best friends eat, picking at her own salad. “While it was well deserved, what in the world possessed you to pants Dash?”
Danny choked a little on his own lunch, not quite ready to answer the question. “Um, has anyone seen Valerie today?”
Sam's mood instantly soured. “I think she's absent. I haven't seen her all day.” Thank Goodness
“I hope she didn't get hurt on patrol. You okay Sam?”
“Just peachy.” said the goth, her eye twitching.
“Clueless.” Tucker laughed to himself.
He's right you know.
Shut it!
~
“I'm ho-” Danny blinked. “Uh, hi Mom and Dad. Why is our kitchen full of police?”
“Daniel Fenton,” said one on the cops, sounding too much like a GIW agent for Danny's comfort. “Do you know a Valerie Grey?”
“Sure she's my friend.”
“Really?” the cop sounded unconvinced “Do you know where she is?”
“Well she wasn't at school, so she must be home sick right?”
“Right. Can you think of anything else?”
“No, why? Is she okay?!”
“We'll be in touch.” The cops left.
“Mom, Dad, what's going on?”
“We don't know sweetie.” Maddie's voice shook. “They just came in here and started asking about you.
This is bad. I've seen officers like this. The pick out their culprit and you can't confuse them with facts. Something's happened to Valerie.
I know, I know. I know everything you do remember. We've got to help Valerie.
“I'm going to my room.” Danny declared. Running out of the kitchen, he cut through the living room. He stopped dead though, when he heard the TV.
“The name of the kidnapped girl has not been released, however sources clearly indicate the ghost boy Danny Phantom as the culprit. In response to this the mayor has order a manhunt to crush this menace on sight.”
The halfa sank to his knees, unable to move. “This can't be happening."
~
*Ring Ring**Ring Ring**Ring Ring**Ring Ring**Ring Ring*
A sleepy Conan picked up the phone. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
He almost didn't recognize the small voice at the other end. “Help...”
Author: Phantom_Kaito
Rating: K+ / PG-13
Disclaimer: Being female I am neither Butch Hartman or Aoyama Gosho. Guess what that means?
Notes: Sequel to The Impossible Murder.
Previous Chapeters: Prologue
Almost didn't make it this week. Was distracted making < shameless plug > This < / shamelss plug>
Dear Jazz,
How's Japan? It's only been a few months since we lost you to the land of the rising sun, hard to believe how much I'd miss an annoying sister like you (kidding!).
Believe it or not, it's still pretty quiet here. I guess taking care of Plasmius once and for all finally got through to all the ghosts to leave Amity alone. It's kinda like I inherited the fear and respect he held. Not too sure how I feel about that...
Of course some things never change. Box Ghost still shows up about three or four times a week. Last time he had the Lunch Lady with him. They seemed pretty friendly; guess this means Box Lunch will be showing up eventually. And I know Walker would love the opportunity to throw me in his jail.
Oddly enough the ghost that's been giving me the most trouble is one who likes me! You guessed it, Cujo has taken up residence under my bed, squeaky toy and all. And I thought keeping myself a secret from Mom and Dad was hard! I've tried taking his back to the ghost zone, but he can get out even easier than Wulf.
Speaking of which, I've heard a rumor to the effect that he's set up a permanent haunt in Conan's old house. Can't really blame him for wanting to be close to someone he can actually have a fluent conversation with.
How's Team Phantom's Japanese branch? Hope every thing's quiet on the ghost front there too. If anything did happen though, I know you'd just whip out the peeler and go to town on them. And you know it too, no matter how much you try to deny it, you're a Fenton. Now we just need to work on your aim with the thermos.
Anyway I got to school now so talk to you later,
Danny
The young boy hit send on the email and leaned back, waiting for the argument he knew would commence.
You didn't tell her.
What could she do, she's one the other side of the world? All I would do is worry her.
Jazz is still a competent psychologist, even if she did decide to go for law. She's the only one who knows enough psychology that we can trust.
That I can trust!
Isn't that the problem?
Danny abruptly stood up and grabbed his school bag, making a beeline for the front door and school. He knew the argument wasn't over, and he knew he couldn't hide from it. Not when the person you were fighting was in your own head.
It had started a not long after getting back to America. He had started acting on personality traits of another individual, namely Wataru Takagi. Through the effects of a possession gone wrong he had effectively lived through the Japanese cop's life. Danny now knew everything he did; the young halfa overnight became fluent in Japanese, both written and spoken, had the man's college education, and even his body reacted as though it had been through police training.
He had actually thought it was kind of cool for a while. His grades were improving, especially with the decreased ghost attacks and he had actually managed to subdue Dash.
The downside came when he began catching himself having thoughts that, to put it simply, weren't his own. He had tried burying them, only to have them come back even stronger.
One didn't need Jazz's knowledge of the human mind to know that by now Danny had a full blown case of schizophrenia bordering on a split personality. What he didn't know was what to do, if anything.
It wasn't like the voice in the back of his head was telling him to go on a rampage or anything. Quite the opposite, Takagi was a good source of levelheadedness and calm that helped during the hectic times in a superhero's life. It was nice and more than a little convenient to have an advisor right there in your mind.
On the other hand privacy was a thing of the past. You have no secrets from someone who lives in your head and, being a teenager, sometimes Danny just didn't want to hear good advice.
Shouting out an absent minded goodbye to his parents Danny exited his house, ducked down an alley and transformed. Soon Danny Phantom was in the air and heading towards school.
~
Made it with time to spare! thought Danny triumphantly and he transformed back. For once I'm not going to be late for...
“Hey Fentino,”
*groan* “Hi Dash.”
“Guess what. I get to go on break a week early. This means today's my last chance to pound on you, so I'd better make it count.
You do realize how many count of assault and battery we have on him?
I really don't want to talk about it right now thought Danny as he dodged a punch.
Takagi threw out another idea, and this was one Danny liked much better. Taking an opening the young halfa grabbed Dash's pant along the beltline and yanked them down, exposing the jock's tighty whities to the world.
I think I've been a bad influence on you...
Less thinking more running!
~
“Dude, you know you're my personal hero now?” Tucker asked, taking a huge bite out of his meatball sub.
Sam flinched as she watched one of her best friends eat, picking at her own salad. “While it was well deserved, what in the world possessed you to pants Dash?”
Danny choked a little on his own lunch, not quite ready to answer the question. “Um, has anyone seen Valerie today?”
Sam's mood instantly soured. “I think she's absent. I haven't seen her all day.” Thank Goodness
“I hope she didn't get hurt on patrol. You okay Sam?”
“Just peachy.” said the goth, her eye twitching.
“Clueless.” Tucker laughed to himself.
He's right you know.
Shut it!
~
“I'm ho-” Danny blinked. “Uh, hi Mom and Dad. Why is our kitchen full of police?”
“Daniel Fenton,” said one on the cops, sounding too much like a GIW agent for Danny's comfort. “Do you know a Valerie Grey?”
“Sure she's my friend.”
“Really?” the cop sounded unconvinced “Do you know where she is?”
“Well she wasn't at school, so she must be home sick right?”
“Right. Can you think of anything else?”
“No, why? Is she okay?!”
“We'll be in touch.” The cops left.
“Mom, Dad, what's going on?”
“We don't know sweetie.” Maddie's voice shook. “They just came in here and started asking about you.
This is bad. I've seen officers like this. The pick out their culprit and you can't confuse them with facts. Something's happened to Valerie.
I know, I know. I know everything you do remember. We've got to help Valerie.
“I'm going to my room.” Danny declared. Running out of the kitchen, he cut through the living room. He stopped dead though, when he heard the TV.
“The name of the kidnapped girl has not been released, however sources clearly indicate the ghost boy Danny Phantom as the culprit. In response to this the mayor has order a manhunt to crush this menace on sight.”
The halfa sank to his knees, unable to move. “This can't be happening."
~
*Ring Ring**Ring Ring**Ring Ring**Ring Ring**Ring Ring*
A sleepy Conan picked up the phone. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
He almost didn't recognize the small voice at the other end. “Help...”