Phantom on the Shore - A Batman X Danny Phantom Crossover fanfic

When Life Gives You Lemons .. Squeeze Them in Life's Eyes.

Chapter Seven

[Happy early birthday to me, unfortunately I'm celebrating my sweet sixteen on super bowl Sunday...]

Warnings for the following: Panic Attack, Internal Dehumanization, Illegible Text, and a case of translated text (Both translations are offered at the end of the chapter)

"Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That's part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that's where I imagine it - there's a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you'll live forever in your own private library." ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
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The creature felt its mouth hum as it gazed at the man before it. Jason had somehow found a way to soothe the ache in the creature's core, yet it still felt hollow.

There was a nagging sense of something missing, someone perhaps. If its memory could be trusted—which was a questionable prospect given its non-human nature—there should be four others. It should have a .. team?

For the past year or so, there had consistently been five individuals on the creature's mind. The first was one the creature may have known for its entire existence. If it recalled correctly, she(?)—it presumed she was a she—had bright orange hair and striking light blue eyes. Whenever she appeared in the creature's thoughts, she exuded an aura of importance, demanding attention.

But the creature couldn't recall how she was connected to him. Perhaps if it saw her...

...

The sound of a voice caught the creature's attention. Had Jason invited someone over?

Rushing over, the creature concealed itself behind a wall as it heard Jason speaking on... a phone, it presumed. There was no one else in Jason's living room besides him.

The other side of the conversation would be inaudible to human ears.

Fortunately, the creature was not human.

"Akhi, ana mashghul min al'afdal 'an yakun hadha mhman." Jason addressed the person on the phone. He might have sounded slightly irritated, but the creature could sense Jason's core pulsing comfortably. It couldn't understand the language he was speaking.

It sounded very familiar..

Its core purred slightly with familiarity.

"Akhi. Abi yanzaeij min ghiabik." A voice on the phone responded, sounding youthful—perhaps younger than the creature, it pondered. It found human ages weird.

Really weird.

Jason clicked his tongue, "lidhaa?"

As the creature continued to listen, a sense of Déjà vu started to rise at a concerning level. The language sounded too familiar, but why? Did the creature know this language at some point?

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Oh.

Oh!

It's Arabic! The creature knew Arabic! .. at least it thought it did. Its memory was foggy, but it was worth a try.

(Unless it failed miserably like it always did)

The creature strained its memory, attempting to decipher the words it had heard before.