Chapter 63 - 11
Chapter 11: "Parkour, Pain, and Other Terrible Life Choices"
In which I discover that I am not, in fact, a ninja. Or a kangaroo.
There are a few universal truths in life. One: ghosts don't follow the rules. Two: cafeteria meatloaf is suspiciously bouncy. And three: if Naruto Uzumaki wakes you up at five in the morning with a cheerful "Good morning, sunshine," you run.
Unfortunately, Danny Fenton had learned all three the hard way.
He was currently in stage four of grief—"Why is this my life?"—as he sat on the edge of his bed, face buried in his hands, while the blonde ninja-turned-coach stood by the window like an overly energetic golden retriever.
"Time to jog," Naruto announced, as if it were the most exciting thing in the world.
Danny groaned like a dying cat and rolled dramatically onto his back. "Why? Why do you hate me?"
Naruto didn't answer right away. He just smirked—that smirk—and crossed his arms like he was watching the setup to a particularly entertaining prank. That only made Danny more paranoid. Naruto's silence had the exact same effect as ominous background music in a horror movie.
And then... the dream hit him again.
Danny had just been having the best dream of his life. He was floating through space, in a spaceship! Not a beat-up school bus, not a giant toaster—a legit spaceship. He was an astronaut, for crying out loud! NASA was calling. He was chosen.
And then... the stars went out.