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Author: EnchantedFairypuff

1. Chapter 12. Chapter 23. Chapter 3

Rated: K+ - English - Fantasy/Adventure - Reviews: 11 - Published: 01-29-13 - Updated: 02-06-13

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Chapter two. I'm not so good at writing action. Hope you guys find it interesting.

Third-person POV

Captain Hitsugaya tried to sit as far away from the campfire as he could. Unfortunately, the others kept shoving him to the front. Eventually he gave up and sat down sullenly right next to the fire. Everyone around him commented on how cold it was despite the dancing, strangely-colored flames blowing smoke and heat in every possible direction. "Serves them right," Hitsugaya told himself.

He was currently in an extremely bad mood. 1) He was stuck in an uncomfortable gigai. 2) He had gotten chased around by a few vicious hags who kept accusing him of interfering with their work. 3) The camp he was supposed to be "infiltrating" was ridiculous. The students were much too loud and extremely disrespectful. They pulled pranks on each other and randomly picked fights. This is what would undoubtedly happen to the 10th Division without me, he thought, shuddering. 4) He was sitting right next to a freaking fire.

He, Ukitake, Rukia Kuchiki, and Matsumoto had been sent to the human world to investigate some disturbances involved with the souls around the New York area. It seemed that souls were appearing and disappearing, and it didn't seem to be related to the Soul Reapers' work. They had suspected this area for a while already, but recently this disturbance had gone haywire. So they had divided up the work. Hitsugaya would go to this "camp," near where most of souls seemed to be showing up, and the others would investigate the proximity.

On his way to the camp, the captain had performed Konso on several souls, which had somehow earned him the wrath of the hags. They shouldn't have interfered with my work, he thought.

"Hey, um, Toshiro?" Hitsugaya turned around, annoyed. It was that kid at the house. "Hi, I'm Percy."

"Hello," was the cold reply.

"So, where are you from?" Percy asked.

Toshiro turned towards him. "Japan." Not exactly true, but it would do. He wasn't in the mood to explain. He had had a hard enough time getting the goat-boy to mind his own beeswax.

"So how do you know how to speak English?" Percy asked, confused.

How stupid can these humans get? "I learned," Toshiro drawled as if he was speaking to a toddler. Percy nodded uncertainly.

"How old are you? Ten? Eleven?"

He couldn't exactly say one-hundred-twenty, could he? "Twelve," Toshiro said icily, and the temperature dropped even more. Definitely not a coincidence, Percy concluded.

. . . . .

That night passed uneventfully, with Toshiro remaining unclaimed. He stayed in the Hermes cabin. Hitsugaya immediately noticed that the Hermes campers were slobs. "Under the bed" appeared to be their most popular storage space. Toshiro's sleeping bag was located on the floor right next to some old socks, a lump of gum, and some other questionable items that had been stashed below the bunk next to him.

At night, he slept in the overcrowded cabin with the Hermes campers and some other temporary guests. During the day, he unwillingly participated in games and training with the others.

The day after he arrived was Friday, and apparently it was a tradition to play capture the flag on that day. Toshiro and the Hermes cabin were grouped with the Dionysus, Hephaestus, Demeter, Athena, and Poseidon cabins. Percy was the only camper from the Poseidon cabin, which Toshiro wondered about.

The game was played in the forest, and the flags were located on either side of a river running through it. Toshiro was told to guard his team's flag. He stood next to it idly, waiting for someone to come running for it.

Hitsugaya's ears perked up as he heard a rustle nearby. Was this their definition of stealth? He held his borrowed sword in his hand. He didn't have Hyorinmaru with him on his gigai; there were some pretty strange things out there on the streets of New York, but he didn't want to appear on national television for walking around with a large Zanpakuto on his back. Matsumoto already generated enough attention, thank you very much.

Three campers appeared in front of him. The biggest one looked disappointed. "They only left the new kid here. If we'd known we wouldn't have had to come together." Never underestimate your opponent, he thought, feeling a little sorry for them.

"We'll just take the flag and you won't get hurt," the one on the right said.

Toshiro shook his head. The three campers laughed and advanced on him. Their malicious grins faltered when he vanished.

"Did he just run away?" One of them snarled. "Cowar-!" He was promptly knocked down by a kick in the back, which took more energy than usual on Toshiro's part. Seriously, these gigais were weak. The other two turned on him, holding their weapons in ready positions. Hitsugaya dodged their attacks and knocked the helmet off of one. It was a girl with brown hair, a spear, and a very unpleasant expression. She tried to impale him.

Too slow, too slow. He flash stepped behind them and slashed at them with his sword. When Annabeth ran over with reinforcements, she found the three campers being beaten up by Toshiro, who was whizzing between them so fast he could barely be seen. With the help of the others, the invaders were easily defeated. The brown-haired girl looked murderous. "I'll get you," she spat at Toshiro.

"Oh, cut it out, Clarisse," Annabeth said, annoyed. "He beat you, just admit it."

Annabeth took over the guard position, leaving Toshiro free to go for the other team's flag.

His team won.

. . . . .

The next few days passed uneventfully. Toshiro had so far found out that demigods were part Greek god, part human. The camp director was named Mr. D. Monsters had always threatened demigods in the real world, but now they were venturing closer and closer to the camp. There had been an attack on Camp Half-Blood from a group of monsters a while back, and the demigods had barely been able to stop them. And a group called the Titans-Hitsugaya had to figure out more about them-were preparing to wage war against the demigods.

So far, no one had suspected him, and he intended to keep it that way until he had found out what he needed to.

Unfortunately, it was not to be.

. . . . .

About a week later there was another monster attack. That night they sat around the campfire again. Hitsugaya contemplated possible fire-dousing strategies.

Suddenly a roar tore through the crowd. A few people screamed. Percy jumped up. Toshiro followed suit, reaching for something on his back before dropping his hand. Percy looked at him oddly, but soon focused his attention on the crowd of monsters before him. A few meters away, Annabeth was pulling out a dagger.

Most of the cabins ran away or stood back, but the Ares and Apollo cabins pulled out their weapons. The monsters were Greek this time, and they were big, five times Percy's height, resembling giants, with blue and green skin, sharp teeth, and disgusting feet that you probably would not want stomping on you. They didn't wear shoes, and their feet were covered in everything that they had apparently stepped on during their trip. Their faces weren't human; they looked like crocodile-hippos, if it was even possible to look like both at once.

"Eww," Percy said, making a face. Hitsugaya looked at him exasperatedly.

"Where there this many last time?"

Percy shook his head. "I don't even know what these are. Last time there were less, and they were smaller, too."

There were about fifteen of them, all wearing thick bronze armor. The Apollo arrows kept bouncing off harmlessly. A few managed to lodge themselves in the chinks, but the giants appeared unharmed. The Ares cabin couldn't get close enough to do any damage with their weapons. The brown-haired girl-Clarisse?-kept trying to stab one with her spear, but she always had to avoid getting stepped on. She cursed and charged again.

Percy, meanwhile had pulled out a ballpoint pen. Seriously? A ballpoint pen? What kind of nutcase-

The pen extended into a sword, though Hitsugaya knew that a melee weapon like Riptide wouldn't be very useful against these huge creatures. Percy tried to jump on one of them, but was knocked off. The Apollo cabin was almost out of arrows. The rest of Camp Half-Blood gathered behind the fighters, weapons drawn, but with terrified expressions on their faces.

Percy leaped at one of the monsters and managed to get a good whack at an unguarded joint. The giant hissed. Percy was barely able to avoid being squished. Annabeth looked at her dagger and then the monster, trying to think of a good strategy. Her expression said she didn't particularly like the odds.

The monsters had huge swords which swung back and forth, knocking demigods off their feet. As the monsters stampeded through the crowed, Hitsugaya pulled out his gikongan dispenser. He had to help out. If he didn't intervene, this camp would probably be destroyed, and his job was to protect others. Rukia just had to have the rabbit one, he thought distastefully as he popped a candy into his mouth. Within a moment he was back in his normal form, Hyorinmaru resting comfortably on his back and the rest of the demigods staring at him in shock. A few people screamed. So they could see him.

He pulled Hyorinmaru off of his back and the giants turned toward him. "Puny child," the one in the front sneered. "You would like to challenge us?"

Toshiro Hitsugaya raised an eyebrow along with his sword. "Challenge? Perhaps. Defeat? Definitely."

The monsters laughed. "Your puny blade is useless against us," another one said. "We cannot be destroyed by a simple demigod sword. You will not-," his words were cut off abruptly. Hitsugaya pointed his finger at the giant, yelling, "Hado number one, Sho!" His target stumbled backward, knocking into one of his comrades. It surprised the monsters but didn't have much effect on them at all. They knocked down part of the forest with them, though, to everyone's dismay.

"Nice try, little thing," the first giant said.

Hitsugaya wasn't concerned; the first shot had been only to gauge their power, after all. They were scary-looking and big but their size didn't provide resistance against Kido. They were humongous, but were still affected by a simple Hado spell? It hadn't even been a strong one.

Being called "little thing" did, however, seriously tick Toshiro off.

He decided to end this battle as soon as possible to avoid further damage to their surroundings. He held his hand out in front of him, summoning a Kido net that surrounded the monsters. With no means of escape, they were defenseless. How pathetic, Toshiro thought. Their swords did nothing to dispel the net. Toshiro jumped on each of them, slicing their heads off easily with Hyorinmaru. They disintegrated instantly.

Hitsugaya wondered where the monsters went after they were killed. These weren't souls, they were living creatures. Would they become Hollows? And after being defeated as Hollows, would they go the Underworld? Souls that had committed terrible deeds while living did not deserve the peace of Soul Society.

After the last giant was defeated, the campers resumed staring at Toshiro. Did these people really have nothing better to do?

Apparently not.

Percy Jackson was walking towards him. He stopped in front of the 10th Division captain and asked, "Are you a Soul Reaper?"

It was Hitsugaya's turn to stare. "How did you know?"

"I met...another Soul Reaper a few days ago, right before you came to camp," Percy explained. "She was killing a-a Hollow." Toshiro remained silent. Percy started off towards the Big House. "Come on. I want to ask you some questions." Toshiro stepped back into his gigai - conjuring more gasps from the surrounding campers - and followed Percy. After all, he had a few questions of his own.

In the next chapter I'll get into really explaining the plot. I'm not the best plot developer, so hopefully Chapter 3 will clear things up.

After reading, could you review to tell me what you think? This is the first fanfic I've posted. Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.