Throne of the Ghost Emperor (Danny Phantom X Naruto)

Danny Fenton's day started like any other, in the shadow of his family's eccentricity. The only thing that seemed to change was the level of ridicule that came with it. His parents, the ever-persistent ghost hunters, had already created enough chaos in his life to ensure he'd never be seen as "normal" again. But today felt different. Today, he wasn't just the kid with the weird parents; today, he was the target.

It started with Dash, as it always did. The jock had an unrelenting need to make others feel small, and Danny, with his shy demeanor and self-conscious nature, was the perfect punching bag. As Danny made his way across the cafeteria, trying to ignore the whispers and giggles, he had hoped for a moment of peace. But peace was something that always eluded him.

"Hey Fenton, Catch!" Dash's voice boomed from behind.

Before Danny could even process the words, a pastry collided with his face. It was the kind of humiliation that, in a twisted way, Danny had become accustomed to. The sweet, sticky substance of chocolate cream covered his face, and the instant impact sent a wave of shame through him. The laughter that followed was nothing new, but it still felt like a hundred knives stabbing into his chest.

Danny stood frozen, his body trembling. His heart raced with the same old anxiety. His parents' ghost-hunting antics had made him an easy target for mockery. He was always "the freak" in the eyes of his peers, and today, Dash and the others had just reinforced that label.

The laughter grew louder, and with every chuckle that echoed through the room, Danny's resolve weakened. He wanted to scream, to retaliate, but his body refused to move. His mouth was dry, his hands trembling. There was no way to fight back against this. Not in front of everyone. Not when they were all watching.

"Nice shot, Fenton!" Dash's voice cracked through the haze of laughter, and he made some snide comment about ghost hunters and how "Fenton" was probably too scared to even handle a simple pastry.

But then, for a brief moment, the laughter stopped. Danny stood there, covered in chocolate, his body shaking in embarrassment. But that pause didn't last long, and the laughter picked up again, louder than before. People whispered amongst themselves, exchanging jokes about his parents and his apparent inability to escape their shadow.

Danny's vision blurred, his mind clouding with thoughts of escape. Escape from the pain. Escape from the ridicule. He couldn't stand it anymore. He needed to get out. The cafeteria felt suffocating, every eye in the room a reminder that he was nothing more than a target. His appetite was gone, and his desire to stay was nonexistent.

Without a word, Danny turned and hurried out of the cafeteria, leaving the laughter behind him. He didn't look back, not even when he heard the faint sound of his friends calling his name. He didn't want to drag them into this. Not today. Not again. They didn't deserve to get hurt because of him.

He just wanted to be left alone. To hide somewhere far away from the stares, the whispers, the judgment. Maybe if he was lucky, he could forget for a moment that he was a walking joke in the eyes of everyone around him.

Danny's body stiffened as the voice echoed once more through his mind. It was the same voice he had heard in the library, the one that had beckoned him into darkness. His breath caught in his throat, eyes wide with confusion and fear. He had been alone in the library, just trying to escape the relentless bullying and the overwhelming stress of his life, but now, everything was different.

"What are you going to do?" The voice was calm yet powerful, carrying an undeniable authority that sent a shiver down Danny's spine. He looked around, desperate to find the source, but the library had vanished. The bookshelves, the tables, even the faint hum of the fluorescent lights—all gone. The only thing left was an oppressive, pure white space that stretched infinitely in all directions.

"Come to me."

Danny's vision blurred, and suddenly, it felt as though the ground disappeared beneath his feet. He stumbled forward, his knees weak, his head spinning. The next thing he knew, his surroundings were pitch black before a light blazed through, blinding him for a moment. When he blinked away the spots in his vision, he found himself standing before an imposing figure.

A man sat on a throne, bathed in a warm, golden light that contrasted sharply with the cold emptiness around them. The throne was elaborate, yet it felt almost out of place in such a sterile, void-like world. Danny felt his heart race. His knees trembled, and his palms were slick with sweat.

'Am I dreaming?' he thought, panic rising in his chest. But as the figure spoke, all doubt fled.

"No, this is not a dream. I have called you here inside your mind so that we may talk about the future."

Danny's voice caught in his throat. He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The stranger before him seemed to know exactly what he was thinking. His words echoed in Danny's mind, filling him with an odd sense of unease.

"Who are you?" Danny finally managed to ask, his voice barely above a whisper, his body shaking with a mix of fear and confusion. The man before him seemed so powerful, so untouchable. His presence alone made Danny feel like a small speck in a vast, uncaring universe.

"My name is Naruto Uzumaki," the man replied with a smile that seemed both reassuring and terrifying. "You can call me Naruto—or Master. I am here to teach and guide you towards a bright future... or grant you a peaceful death."

The words hung in the air like a dense fog, and Danny's heart dropped. 'A peaceful death?' The thought lingered uneasily in his mind, but he couldn't fully process it. It felt as though the air around him had thickened, pressing against his chest.

"Wait, what?" Danny stammered, his mind struggling to understand.

Naruto's expression shifted to one of amusement, his eyes glinting with something unreadable. "You will become heroic... or die. There is no in between. I can't have you shame my name as the Emperor of Mankind."

Danny stared at him in disbelief. His thoughts swirled in a chaotic mess, and he couldn't find any words that made sense. What was this man talking about? He barely knew who he was, but the confidence, the weight in his words, made Danny feel small, like a leaf in the wind.

"Why don't you choose someone else?" Danny blurted out, his voice shaking. "Why me?"

The next thing he knew, Naruto had moved. One moment, he was sitting on his throne; the next, he was standing in front of Danny, his presence overwhelming. A hand was gently placed on Danny's head, and a rush of images flooded his mind—visions of power, knowledge, and unimaginable possibilities.

"Do you not feel honored by this opportunity?" Naruto's voice was quiet now, yet there was a fire behind his words. "I have the power to crush this world of yours with a mere thought. I have the knowledge of all fields beyond your world's comprehension. Being my student means you can learn all of it, if you so desire."

Danny gasped as the images swirled in his mind, each one more powerful, more grand than the last. A future of endless possibilities, of greatness... it was tempting. But then the words hit him again, like a hammer to the chest: or die.

Danny's heart wavered. The idea of learning from someone so powerful, of escaping his painful life, was alluring. But the thought of dying, of losing everything... it terrified him.

"It is your fate that we met today," Naruto said, his smile returning as he stood up straight again. "As such, I will show you a beautiful beginning to our new life."

With that, Naruto vanished, leaving Danny alone in the endless white space. Danny's eyes widened in panic. He was still trapped here, in this surreal place where time didn't seem to exist.

"Let me out!" Danny shouted, his voice breaking through the silence. His legs moved without his consent, his body compelled by some unseen force. He found himself seated on the throne, a screen materializing in front of him. The world outside—the real world—appeared before him, but something was wrong. It wasn't just a vision. He could see his own body moving, as if he were no longer in control.

"I have been possessed by a ghost," Danny thought bitterly. The irony wasn't lost on him. The son of ghost hunters, possessed by a ghost. He should have seen it coming, in some twisted way. "I owe them an apology."

Danny didn't feel like Naruto would permanently take over his body, but the fear of the unknown gnawed at him. What if this situation got worse? What if Naruto's offer was a trap, something more dangerous than he could ever imagine? He had no idea what he had just walked into, but Danny knew one thing: his life, his fate, was no longer his own.

Naruto stretched his new body, his hands moving instinctively as he tested his limbs. He winced slightly at the lack of strength in them. The body felt... fragile, like something that couldn't bear the weight of his experiences. It was disappointing. In his world, even a four-year-old child possessed more resilience than what he felt now. But then, he remembered the nature of his situation—how fate had thrown him into this new existence.

It wasn't some divine plan or predestined meeting that had brought him here. It was mere coincidence. The curse on his body, a mark etched by the Otsutsuki Elite before his death, had sealed his fate. That mark, "mortal," was a death sentence that caused his body to start deteriorating. Naruto had already lived far beyond the normal human lifespan—over a hundred years, to be exact—thanks to the strength of his spirit and will. But even those could only hold out for so long.

The memories of that final battle against the Otsutsuki Elite flooded his mind. He had been victorious, but at what cost? In that fight, Naruto had lost everything that mattered—Hinata, Kaguya, and even his summoned creatures, who had been like children to him. That battle had shattered him, leaving him hollow. Even as he'd fought to save humanity, his own soul had been broken in the process.

Naruto had been sealed, kept alive in a broken state by his research team, but his power waned as his body deteriorated. Sasuke and the others had done everything they could, searching for a way to help him. Yet, in the end, they had failed.

The arrival of Kaguya's brother had marked the final chapter of his life. Sasuke had been forced to do what he never wanted—end his brother's life. It was the hardest thing Sasuke had ever done, and Naruto knew it had destroyed something inside him. He had left a legacy behind—his power, his will, and his duties as the Emperor of Mankind. But with his death, that responsibility fell to someone else. Not one of his children, but his student. The one who would take his place.

As his body had been torn apart in that final, brutal act, Naruto had passed his power to his heir, ensuring that humanity would survive. After his death, the world fractured into three factions: the Emperor faction, the Golden Dawn Cult, and the Himawari faction. The Himawari faction had left Earth to carry on his vision of domination across the multiverse.

Naruto had not made his peace with his death... and the universe wasn't finished with him yet. His soul, broken and scattered, had been sent through the space-time continuum, thanks to Sasuke's attempt to save him from eternal damnation.

Yet, just when Naruto thought his soul was lost forever, something strange happened. The Otsutsuki Elite had interfered with the process, breaking his soul even further. But amidst the chaos of his shattered existence, he found himself pulled to this new world—an unfamiliar place that felt foreign yet oddly familiar.

And then, he saw him.

Danny Fenton.

The boy radiated potential. Though Danny was fragile in his own way, Naruto could sense something in him—something untapped, raw, and desperate for purpose. This world was on the brink of collapse, and Danny had the potential to save it. He wasn't sure how, or why, but he knew that the boy's future was tied to something greater than himself.

Naruto had always prided himself on seeing the bigger picture. His life had been one of sacrifice, of shaping others to inherit his will and vision. It seemed that fate had brought him to this boy for a reason. He wasn't sure if Danny would become the hero the world needed, but if Naruto could guide him, he could make a difference.

For now, he needed to observe, to wait. But soon, he would show Danny the path forward. He had the power to shape the boy's future, to give him the strength to rise above the tragedy of his life.

Naruto's new life wasn't what he had expected, but he had always embraced the unexpected. He would not allow Danny's potential to slip away like so many others had. It was time to take action.