Class with the Enemy

Greetings readers! What you are about to read is another collab I did with Kasena (of whom has a fanfiction account if you haven't checked it out already). I also feel obliged to tell you that this will contain lots of Phantom Rocker (Ember X Danny), so if that isn't your kind of thing, you might want to read the final collab (which is FULL Badger Cereal btw) that we did together instead, of which I will upload to this account soon. However, I wouldn't advise it because you may get confused about a few details in that collab if you choose to skip this one.

Disclaimer: To avoid confusion, nor Kasena or I own Danny Phantom (we're also from different sides of the globe so some spelling that looks wrong may actually be right in the other author's country). If one of us DID own Danny Phantom, then we'd be writing episodes for Season 4, not fanfiction.

Chapter One

She stood outside the high school, bag in hand, ready for another day of...being invisible. You see, when you're like her and everybody knows your name, there are times when you would rather blend in with the crowd. Walking through the school corridors, passing rows after rows of lockers, the teenager brought her mind back, to before she came to this place everyday, to her life in the lonely secluded place, known to most as the Ghost Zone.

Ember was sitting on her bed in her personal ghost lair, the day her life changed. The lair, much like her ex-boyfriend's, was the shape of a skull. However, her's had a guitar in its mouth as a personal touch, and that, she believed, made it that much cooler than his. The rock skull was usually sat right in the middle of the Zone, surrounded by purple spectral spirals numbers 572, 573 and 574, in what was known mostly as Sector 13. Some ghost had said that those living in this area are just plain unlucky, but if you asked Ember, she would just roll her eyes and tell you that no-one in the GZ was ever remotely lucky to begin with. So, here the teen rocker was, in her makeshift 'room', strumming some chords on her guitar for inspiration, when she was interrupted by a loud rapping on the door...if you could call that rock shape in front of the entrance a door, anyway.

She was appalled to see that it was her ex-boyfriend, Skulker. "What do you want?"

He, surprisingly, was holding some flowers while rubbing the back of his neck. "I apologise to you, for whatever it is I did." He muttered the last part. She glared, knowing he had just made some smart comment. "I just want you to be my girlfriend again."

She scoffed, "Oh, come on. It's over, Babypop! Done! Ka-put! I am never ever getting back together with you, like, ever. So just… just quit trying."

He dropped the bouquet angrily, and wedged his foot in the door as she attempted to close it. He activated his weapons, and growled, "If we can't do this the easy way, then you can't be anyone else's!" She screamed as he shot at her. Ducking out of the way, she fled further into the room. He followed in after her, guns blazing. She grabbed her guitar and strung out a chord, a powerful ray of bright purple energy blasting out of the instrument like a bazooka, hitting the hunter's robot suit and temporarily stunning him. In a panic, the rocker flew out of her lair and into the Ghost Zone.

He followed after her, on her heels, until he began to fall, "What?! No, no, no! I charged it just last night!" His shouts fell on deaf ears though, as Ember flew for her afterlife. Just when the ghost girl thought she was safe, she caught sight of the Ghost Writer's library approaching, and gasped, as she found that she was unable to stop. "Where are the breaks?! Where are the breeeeeaks!?" she panicked, squeezing her eyes shut at the impending pain she was probably about to endure.

It felt like she had waited forever, but when she finally came crashing through the roof, she found that she had teared the place, and some books apart, much to the Ghost Writer's distress. "That could've gone a lot better," she groaned and winced at the mess, trying to stand up in the wreckage. "Oh, crap."

"WHAT did you do?!" The Ghost Writer hissed, rage seeping out of him.

"Ran from a lame hunter, had a bit of a crash landing." She told him vaguely, brushing her shoulder off, trying not to flinch.

He looked in horror at the mess around her as if he had just witnessed a murder, "You destroyed some of my best books!"

"Aw, c'mon, nerd," she snorted. "It's not like it was that big of a deal. It was just some stupid old books. You're about the only dude that bothers with these things anyway." Ember rolled her eyes at the Ghost Writer and picked up one of the books by its spine in disdain as if to prove her point.

"Just stupid old books?!" He exclaimed, "Those were worth more than you and your guitar!" His mouth was gaping at her insolence. He didn't know that teenagers these days thought that reading was in such bad taste!

"How can a book be worth anything? Besides, only a couple pages ripped out completely. Can't you, like, glue them back in, or something?" She asked. She was starting to feel a little guilty about crashing into his library now and she didn't like it. Ember sighed. "Maybe I can even help you out."

The writer ghost's attitude seemed to do a complete twist and he grinned mischievously, a wicked glint in his eye. "You know, I believe you can."

Ember gave him a confused look and managed to withhold a nervous gulp. "Uh...what?"

"There's a rare book I've been wanting my hands on for a while, now. Originally, there was only ten copies. I know the location of one of them." He gestured her over to his office space and Ember approached him reluctantly, following him back to his office space, and hovered above the clutter. "It belongs to this man." He handed her a picture of a balding man with facial hair and a larger-than-average stomach. If she didn't know any better, Ember swore she'd seen that man before somewhere. "I want you to get that book from him for me. Consider it repaying a debt."

She narrowed her eyes, "What's in it for me?"

His grin grew, as he eyed the guitar on her back. "Your guitar won't be destroyed." She gasped at this, grabbing her precious guitar firmly in a defensive gesture and secretly hoping he wouldn't go through with it. She knew he had powers that could do that, and she really didn't want to test him. He stuck his hand out, "Do we have a deal?"

She stared at the ghost uncertainly and weighed the pros and cons of the situation in her head. After much thought, she shot him a glare and hesitantly took his hand, "Alright. I'll do it." Soon after, she left, a photograph of Mr. William Lancer falling from her pocket and floating down to the ground.