A Gemini's Mask (DannyPhantom.Exe Fan-fiction)

Chapter 3: Encounter

The convention hall was packed with eager fans and cosplayers, the walkways were chaotic and cramped. The chatter among the convention goers filled the air, you almost needed to shout to be heard by the person standing next to you. Not long after getting their passes and heading into the exhibition hall, the guys started getting recognized by fans from their social media platforms.

In between stopping to look at different vendors and meeting voice actors, the guys took turns taking pictures with eager fans who wanted to say hi. Getting to meet all these people and hearing how much he's indirectly helped their lives is a feeling that is unlike any other to not only Danny but his comrades as well. Though some days are a struggle, and in some moments they questions if being content creators is right for them, it's in times like these that make it all worth it for these guys. For Danny personally, making any kind of positive difference for people is a goal he is constantly striving for. Especially in a world like this where positivity and good deeds are sparse. He's always felt a greater call in this life to do big things for so many people, just never being able to fully figure out what that greater purpose is though.

As the first day of the convention continued the guys met tons of fans, posed for dozens of pictures, and spent tons of money. Especially Brandon who couldn't resist more than half of the ecchi and lewd art he came across. Will tried his best to keep the guys grounded when it came to spending on the first day of the convention, however, he was powerless to his desires when it came to seeing and of course buying a new body pillow. After an extensive search he was also able to find himself the perfect wifu mouse pad. Arny and Danny both went spending crazy on new anime figures and of course new plushies for the army. Hours passed and now the day was near its end, the guys decided it was a good idea to head back up to their rooms to put away all their new merch before heading out on the town to find nourishment.

They eagerly headed to the elevators outside of the convention hall, they each scooted in close to the line for the next one to open up. Arny chattered on to the guys about his craving for the usual convention trip meal of chicken strips and honey mustard. Will and Brandon tried their best to negotiate different options for tonight as they felt it was a very special occasion for the group, and chicken strips would not be an adequate meal especially for the first night. Danny being drained from not only all the social interaction today let his mind wander off again, the voices of his friends slowly being tuned out, his eyes lazily following the flow of faces within the chaos of the lobby. Nothing remarkable about anything until his eyes drifted off and caught onto a familiar sight, there in the same akatsuki robe and hat from before, a person walking off towards the hotel cafe. Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Danny wondered if he was daydreaming again, Should he chase after them? Would it be weird if he did? How would he explain that to them? What if it's not the same person as before? Itachi is a popular character to cosplay after all.

"DANNY! Hello! EARTH TO DANNY!" Will shouted. "Can't hold the elevator for you all night bud."

Danny snapped out of his concentration and looked between his friends and the cafe. In a split decision he grouped the items in his arms together and placed them on the elevator floor,.

"I'll meet up with you guys in a bit, do me a favor and just throw these on the bed. There's someone I gotta talk to first." Danny reached into the elevator and pressed the button for their floor then stood back to let the door close.

Confused by another sudden change in his behavior the guys exchanged glances and decided to go with it and agreed. The doors shut and the elevator began to move up to the desired floors. Danny ran his fingers through his long white hair and took a deep breath, the nerves of his decision were setting in. He fixed his necklaces and shirt then proceeded to walk to the cafe, pausing at the entrance his eyes scanned the room. The tables were full of cosplayers and other convention-goers seeking a place to chill and hang out after all of the chaos from the day. Small chatter filled the room along with the sound of anime playing on the TVs within. A young hostess approached him.