Chapter 6

I'm Demigod!

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Percy Jackson.

"Character Dialogue"


'Telepathic Conversation'

"Jutsu / Angry God"

"Demon / Monsters/Summon"

"I am Thalia and we are in limbo."

Thalia saw the boy front of her. He was tall and handsome. He had pale-skin with spicy, midnight-black hair, and dark- blue eyes. He was wearing a gray shirt, black pants, black shoes, and a black jacket with hood.

"How did you come here?" She asked.

"I don't know—and you?" Naruto asked.

"It is the longest story."

"I have time, but first tell me are you demigod?" Thalia nodded. "Whose kid are you?" Naruto asked.

Thalia scowled a bit and said, "Zeus and You?"

Naruto raised an eyebrow but didn't say much to her scowling. "Not a clue." He looked at her and asked, "Are you ready to tell me your story?"

Thalia nodded. She told him about her journey with Luck, Annabeth. How they were found by a satyr named Grover Underwood who tried to get them to Camp Half-Blood. Together, they traveled to Camp Half-Blood but chased by monsters from the Underworld. Once they reached camp, a hoard of monsters attacked and she sacrificed her life on Half-Blood Hill to protect Annabeth, Luke, and Grover. To prevent her soul from going to Hades, Zeus turned her into a pine tree.

"Wow, you are brave," Naruto said. "How long have you been here anyway?"

"I think more than 5 years."

"I can come here. Then I guess I can keep you company now and then." Naruto said with a smile. "Next time I will tell you my story," He said.

Thalia smiled back. "Thanks, I would like that."

"Well, see you next time, Thalia," Naruto said and gave her hug. He back up from the hug and disappeared from there.

"See you later Naruto," Thalia whispered to herself with a slight blush.

0 Back in the normal world 0

Naruto saw it was morning. 'Didn't think I was in Limbo that long,' he thought and disappeared.

Naruto appeared in the big house. He saw Grover, Annabeth, and Chiron there around a table with another person he had not met yet. "Good Morning." They turned their heads and saw him.

"Good Moaning Naruto," Chiron said, fully turning around. "Anyway, I would like you to meet Mr."

Naruto looked at the other man who was sitting around the table with a coke can in his hand. He wore a leopard print shirt and had messy black hair and was a little on the chubby side and as rocking the bearded look. He looked like someone who coached a pewee soccer team.

"Well I guess I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood." Mr. D said.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Wine god," Naruto said.

"That is correct. Nice to see not all the demigods that first arrive here are idiots," Mr. D said.

"It is not difficult. I can sense you are God. Because your energy signature is different from others," Naruto said.

"Energy Signature?" Mr. D asked.

"Naruto is from that world," Chiron said.

Mr. D surprised at this. "You are from Element-Nation," He said to Naruto. "Well, I can honestly say that I have never been to your world. But I have heard about it from the other Gods."

"What is Element Nation?" Annabeth asked.

"Element Nation is another world, or you could say that, it is another dimension. It is a dangerous place. Naruto is from that world," Chiron said. He told them about Ninja, Shinobi, Chakra and some other detail.

"Wow, I never know that kind world exist," Grover said and Annabeth nodded.

"Hm...Naruto Uchiha...Are you related to Madara Uchiha?" Mr. D asked.

Naruto surprised at this. "Yes, he is my grandfather," He said.

"Interesting," Mr. D said.

"What is interesting, Mr. D?" Grover asked.

"I heard from other gods, Madara was powerful warrior. Alone he can destroy armies of the enemy. Also he was able to control the Demon using his eyes," Mr. D said.

"Control demon using the eyes?" Annabeth asked.

"Mr. D means this." Annabeth looked at Naruto. His normally dark-blue eyes were red with three black tomoe spinning inside them. "This is Sharingan." He said and his eyes turned back to normal.

"So this is Sharingan," Mr. D asked. Naruto nodded.

"Oh Naruto, I almost forgot. These are yours," Chiron said as he took out two black fingerless gloves.

Naruto took them and put them on hands. After examining them, he saw Jubi's red eye like symbol on right glove. He channeled his chakra into it and it started to glow. As the glow faded, Naruto saw his right glove had now taken on the form of a black and red gauntlet that had a small chain linking it to a stinger-like blade on his middle finger. The "stinger" was about twice as long as the normal length of his fingers, slightly increasing his striking distance. [Note: Imagine Soifon's Suzumebachi's Shikai]

"Nice," Naruto said.

Mr. D surprised by the amount of power rolling from him. 'Such power!' he thought. 'I can tell that he is hiding his power.'

0 With Percy 0

"Uh," Percy groaned as he opened his eyes. He was sitting in a deck chair on a huge porch, gazing across a meadow at green hills in the distance. He smelt strawberries in the air. There was a blanket over his legs, a pillow behind his neck.

All that was great, but he had other things on his mind. 'Where am I? My tongue is dry and nasty and every one of my teeth is hurt.'

He noticed on the table next to him was a tall drink. It looked like iced apple juice, with a green straw and a paper parasol stuck through a maraschino cherry. He reached for it with shaky hands, and almost dropped it once he had lifted it off the table.

"Careful," a familiar voice said. He saw Grover was leaning against the porch railing. Under one arm, he cradled a shoe box. He was wearing blue jeans, Converse hi-tops and a bright orange T-shirt that said CAMP HALF-BLOOD.

"You saved my life," Grover said. "I... Well, the least I could do ... I went back to the hill. I thought you might want this." He placed the shoe box in Percy's lap. Inside was a black-and-white bull's horn, the base jagged from being broken off, the tip splattered with dried blood.

'It wasn't a nightmare,' Percy thought.

"The Minotaur," he said.

"Urn, Percy, it isn't a good idea—"

"That's what they call him in the Greek myths, isn't it?" Percy demanded. "The Minotaur —half man, half bull."

Grover shifted uncomfortably and asked, "You've been out for two days. How much do you remember?"

"My mom— is she really ..."

Grover looked down. "I'm sorry." He sniffled. "I'm a failure. I'm—I'm the worst satyr in the world."

Percy said, "It wasn't your fault."

"Yes, it was. I was supposed to protect you."

"Did my mother ask you to protect me?"

"No. But that's my job. I'm a keeper. At least... I was."

"But why ..." Percy suddenly felt dizzy, his vision swimming.

"Don't strain yourself," Grover said. "Here" He helped Percy hold the glass and put the straw to his lips.

Percy nodded reluctantly and began to sip of the drink. He recoiled at the taste, it was his moms homemade blue chocolate-chip cookies, turned to liquid form. He didn't realize that he had kept drinking it until it was gone. He looked into the glass sure that he had just had a warm drink to see that the ice cubes hadn't even melted.

"How do you feel, Percy?" Grover asked.

Percy said, "Like I could throw Nancy Bobofit a hundred yards."

"That's good," Grover said. "That's good. I don't think you could risk drinking any more of that stuff"

"What do you mean?" Percy asked.

Grover took the empty glass from Percy and set it back on the table. "Come on. Chiron and Mr. D are waiting."

Percy's legs felt wobbly, trying to walk that far. Grover had offered to hold the Minotaur horn he was holding, but he refused.

As they came around the opposite end of the house, Percy caught his breath. He thought, they must've been on the north shore of Long Island, because on this side of the house, the valley marched all the way up to the water, which glittered about a mile in the distance. Between here and there, he simply couldn't process everything he was seeing. The landscape dotted with buildings that looked like ancient Greek architecture—an open-air pavilion, an amphitheater, a circular arena—except that they all looked brand new, their white marble columns sparkling in the sun. In a nearby sand-pit, a dozen high school-age kids and satyrs played volleyball. Canoes glided across a small lake. Kids in bright orange T-shirts like Grover's were chasing each other around a cluster of cabins nestled in the woods. Some shot targets at an archery range. Others rode horses down a wooded trail, and some of their horses had wings.

Percy saw down at the end of the porch, two men sat across from each other at a card table. The blond-haired girl who'd spoon-fed him popcorn-flavored pudding was leaning on the porch rail next to them. Finally there was Naruto, who was playing a card game with both men.

"That's Mr. D," Grover murmured to Percy. "He's the camp director. Be polite. The girl, that's Annabeth Chase. She's just a camper, but she's been here longer than just about anybody. And you already know Chiron..." He pointed at the guy whose back was to him.

First, Percy realized he was sitting in the wheelchair. Then he recognized the tweed jacket, the thinning brown hair, the scraggly beard. "Mr. Brunner!" He cried.

"Ah, good, Percy," Ex-Mr. Brunner said. "Now we have four for pinochle."

He offered Percy a chair to the right of Mr. D, who looked at him with bloodshot eyes and heaved a great sigh.

"Oh, I suppose I must say it. Welcome to Camp Half-Blood. There. Now, don't expect me to be glad to see you," Mr. D said.

"Uh, thanks." Percy scooted a little farther away from him because, if there was one thing he had learned from living with Gabe, it was how to tell when an adult has hit the happy juice. If Mr. D was a stranger to alcohol, he was a satyr.

"Annabeth?" Chiron called to the blond girl. She came forward and Mr. Brunner introduced him. "This young lady nursed you back to health, Percy. Annabeth… my dear, why don't you go check Percy's bunk? We'll be putting him in cabin eleven with Naruto for now."

Annabeth said, "Sure, Chiron."

Percy looked at her. She was probably his age, maybe a couple of inches taller, and a whole lot more athletic looking. With her deep tan and her curly blond hair, she was almost exactly what he thought a stereotypical California girl would look like, except her eyes ruined the image. They were startling gray, like storm clouds; pretty, but intimidating, too, as if she were analyzing the best way to take him down in a fight.

Annabeth glanced at the Minotaur horn in Percy hands, then back at him. Percy imagined she was going to say, "You fought with a Minotaur!" Or "Wow, you're so awesome!" Or something liked that. Instead she said, "You drool when you sleep."

Percy confused at first until he heard Naruto. "I bet you thought she was going to say that you were awesome of something that," He said.

Percy asked, "Wait, what about you? What happened with that—"

"I killed it...For now," Naruto said.

"Thank you," Percy said. "You, uh, work here, Mr. Brunner?"

"Not Mr. Brunner," the Chiron or ex—Mr. Brunner said. "I'm afraid that was a pseudonym. You may call me Chiron."

"Okay." Totally confused, Percy looked at the director. "And Mr. D ... Does that stand for something?"

'Idiot,' Naruto thought.

Mr. D stopped shuffling the cards. He looked Percy like he did just belched loudly. "Young man, names are powerful things. You don't just go around using them for no reason."

"Oh, Right. Sorry."

"I must say, Percy," Chiron-Brunner broke in, "I'm glad to see you alive. It's been a long time since I've made a house call to a potential camper. I'd hate to think I've wasted my time."

"House call?"

"My year at Yancy Academy, to instruct you. We have satyrs at most schools, of course, keeping a lookout. But Grover alerted me as soon as he met you and Naruto. He sensed both of you were something special, so I decided to come upstate. I convinced the other Latin teacher to ... Ah, take a leave of absence."

Percy tried to remember the beginning of the school year. It seemed like so long ago, but he did have a fuzzy memory of their being another Latin teacher my first week at Yancy. Then, without explanation, he had disappeared and Mr. Brunner had taken the class.

"You came to Yancy just to teach me and Naruto?" Percy asked.

Chiron nodded. "Honestly, I wasn't sure about you at first. We contacted your mother; let her know we were keeping an eye on you if you were ready for Camp Half-Blood. But you still had so much to learn. Nevertheless, you made it here alive, and that's always the first test."

"Well, I had help from Naruto." Percy replied.

"We know, and I am glad the both of you made it in pieces," Chiron said.

"Naruto," Mr. D said, "Your turn." Naruto nodded.

"You do know how to play pinochle?" Mr. D eyed Percy suspiciously.

"I'm afraid not," Percy said.

"I'm afraid not, sir."

"Sir," Percy repeated. He liked the camp director less and less.

Mr. D said, "Then tells me, how did he know?" He pointed at Naruto.

"I don't know," Percy said.

"Well," Mr. D told Percy, "it is, along with gladiator fighting and Pac-Man, one of the greatest games ever invented by humans. I would expect all civilized young men to know the rules."

"I'm sure the boy can learn," Chiron said.

"Please," Percy said, "what is this place? What am I doing here? Mr. Brun—Chiron—why would you go to Yancy Academy just to teach me?"

Mr. D snorted. "I asked the same question."

The camp director dealt the cards.

Chiron smiled at Percy sympathetically. "Percy," he said. "Did your mother tell you nothing?'

"She said ..." Percy remembered her sad eyes, looking out over the sea. "She told me she was afraid to send me here, even though my father had wanted her to. She said that once I was here, I probably couldn't leave. She wanted to keep me close to her."

"Typical," Mr. D said. "That's how they usually get killed. Young man, are you bidding or not?"

"What?" Percy asked.

Mr. D explained him, impatiently, how you bid in pinochle, and so he did.

"I'm afraid there's too much to tell," Chiron said. "I'm afraid our usual orientation film won't be enough."

"Orientation film?" Percy asked and then rounded on Naruto. "And you don't seem to be surprised by this stuff at all!"

Naruto shrugged and said, "Well, since I woke up earlier, I was told this already and I told them about the other world and they seemed to understand." Percy just blinked at him owlishly.

"No," Chiron decided. "Well, Percy. You know your friend Grover is a satyr. You know"—he pointed to the horn in the shoe box—"that you fought with the Minotaur. No small feat, either, lad. What you may not know is that great powers are at work in your life. Gods—the forces you call the Greek gods—are very much alive."

Percy stared at the others around the table. He waited for somebody to yell, Not! But all he got was Mr. D yelling, "Oh, a royal marriage. Trick! Trick!" He cackled as he tallied up his points.

"Mr. D," Grover asked timidly, "if you're not going to eat it, could I have your Diet Coke can?"

"Eh? Oh, all right."

Grover bit a huge shard out of the empty aluminum can and chewed it mournfully.

"Wait," Percy said to Chiron. "You're telling me there's such a thing as God."

"Well, now," Chiron said. "God—capital G, God. That's a different matter altogether. We will not deal with the metaphysical."

"Metaphysical? But you were just talking about—"

"Ah, gods, plural, as in, great beings that control the forces of nature and human endeavors: the immortal gods of Olympus. That's a smaller matter."


"Yes, quite. The gods we discussed in Latin class."

"Zeus," Percy said. "Hera, Apollo, You mean them."

There it was again—distant thunder on a cloudless day.

"Young man," said Mr. D, "I would really be less casual about throwing those names around, if I were you."

"But they're stories," Percy said. "They're—myths, to explain lightning and the seasons and stuff. They're what people believed before there was science."

"Science!" Mr. D scoffed. "And tell me, Perseus Jackson"—Percy flinched when he said his real name, which he never told anybody—"what will people think of your 'science' two thousand years from now?" Mr. D continued. "Hmm? They will call it primitive mambo jumbo. That's what. Oh, I love mortals—they have absolutely no sense of perspective. They think they've come so-o-o far. And have them, Chiron? Look at this boy and tell me."

Percy raised a brow at the camp director the way he called them mortals; it was like… he wasn't. He could see why Grover was keeping his mouth shut and his eyes on his cards.

"Percy," Chiron said, "you may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never-dying? Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?"

"Lonely," Naruto muttered and Percy heard him.

"You mean, whether people believed in you or not," Percy said.

"Exactly," Chiron agreed. "If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?"

Percy said, "I wouldn't like it. But I don't believe in gods."

"Oh, you'd better," Mr. D murmured. "Before one of them incinerate you."

Grover said, "P-please, sir. He's just lost his mother. He's in shock."

"A lucky thing, too," Mr. D grumbled, playing a card. "Bad enough I'm confined to this miserable job, working with boys who don't even believe." He waved his hand and a goblet appeared on the table, as if the sunlight had bent, momentarily, and woven the air into glass. The goblet filled itself with red wine.

Percy's jaw dropped, but Chiron hardly looked up. "Mr. D," he warned, "your restrictions."

Mr. D looked at the wine and feigned surprise. "Dear me." He looked at the sky and yelled, "Old habits! Sorry!" More thunder. He waved his hand again, and the wineglass changed into a fresh can of Diet Coke. He sighed unhappily, popped the top of the soda, and went back to his card game.

Chiron winked at Percy. "Mr. D offended his father a while back, took a fancy to a wood nymph that had been declared off-limits."

"A wood nymph," Percy repeated, who still staring at the Diet Coke can like it was from outer space.

"Yes," Mr. D confessed. "Father loves to punish me. The first time, Prohibition. Ghastly! Absolutely horrid ten years! The second time—well, she really was pretty, and I couldn't stay away—the second time, he sent me here. Half-Blood Hill. Summer camp for brats like you. 'Be a better influence,' he told me. 'Work with youths and not tearing them down.' Ha. 'Absolutely unfair.'" He sounded about six years old, like a pouting little kid.

"And ..." Percy stammered, "your father is ..."

"Di immortals, Chiron," Mr. D said. "I thought you taught this boy the basics. My father is Zeus, of course."

Percy ran through D names from Greek mythology, Wine, The skin of a tiger. The satyrs that all seemed to work here. The way Grover cringed, as if Mr. D were his master.

"You're Dionysus," Percy said. "The god of wine!"

Mr. D rolled his eyes. "What do they say, these days, Grover? Do the children say, 'Well, duh!'?"

"Y-yes, Mr. D."

"Then, well, duh! Percy Jackson. Did you think I was Aphrodite, perhaps?"

"You're a god."

"Yes, child."

"A god— You."

"I think that we all get that fact now." Naruto said not looking up from his cards.

Percy didn't hear him. "Are you sure that you're a god? You don't look like one." He said.

Mr. D turned to look at Percy straight on, and he saw a kind of purplish fire in his eyes, a hint that this whiny, plump little man was only showing him the tiniest bit of his true nature. He saw visions of grape vines choking unbelievers to death, drunken warriors insane with battle lust, sailors screaming as their hands turned into flippers, their faces elongating into dolphin snouts.

"Would you like to test me, child?" Mr. D said quietly.

"No... No, sir," Percy said.

The fire died a little. Mr. D turned back to his card game. "I believe I win."

"Not quite, Mr. D," Chiron said. He set down a straight, tallied the points, and said, "The game goes to me."

"Actually Chiron," Naruto said and set his hand down to show a double round about, "I win." He said leaning back.

"Oh I think I'm beginning to like this boy Chiron." Mr. D said with a smirk of his own. His statement drew wide eyes from Grover and Chiron. He got up, and Grover rose, too. "I'm tired," Mr. D said. "I believe I'll take a nap before the sing-along tonight. But first, Grover, we need to talk, again, about your less-than-perfect performance on this assignment."

Grover's face beaded with sweat. "Y-yes, sir."

Mr. D turned to me. "Cabin eleven, Percy Jackson. And mind your manners. Take Naruto with you since he will be going as well." He swept into the farmhouse, Grover follows miserably.

"Will Grover be okay?" Percy asked Chiron.

Chiron nodded, though he looked a bit troubled. "Old Dionysus isn't really mad. He just hates his job. He's been ... Ah, grounded, I guess you would say, and he can't stand waiting another century before he's allowed to go back to Olympus."

"Mount Olympus," Percy said. "You're telling me there really is a palace there?"

"Well now, there's Mount Olympus in Greece. And then there's the home of the gods, the convergence point of their powers, which did indeed used to be on Mount Olympus. It's still called Mount Olympus, out of respect to the old ways, but the palace moves, Percy, just as the gods do."

"You mean the Greek gods are here? Like...In America?"

"Well, certainly. The gods move with the heart of the West."

"The what?"

"Percy," Naruto spoke. "The west means where the major power is in the world. You see, it has moved from Greece, which was at one point of power, then moved to Rome, to Germany, to France, to Spain, for a while. Now America is the great power of the West. And so Olympus is here."

It was all too much for Percy. "Who are you, Chiron? Who ... Who am I?" He asked.

Chiron smiled. He shifted his weight as if he were going to get up out of his wheelchair.

'But it is impossible. He is paralyzed from the waist down,' Percy thought.

"Who are you?" Chiron mused. "Well, that's the question we all want answered, isn't it? But for now, we should get you a bunk in cabin eleven. There will be new friends to meet. And plenty of time for lessons tomorrow. Besides, there will be smokes at the campfire tonight, and I simply adore chocolate." And then he did rise from his wheelchair. But there was something odd about the way he did it. His blanket fell away from his legs, but the legs didn't move. His waist kept getting longer, rising above his belt. At first, I thought he was wearing very long, white velvet underwear, but as he kept rising out of the chair, taller than any man, I realized that the velvet underwear wasn't underwear; it was the front of an animal, muscle and sinew under coarse white fur. And the wheelchair wasn't a chair. It was a container, an enormous box on wheels, and it must've been magic, because there's no way it would've held all of him. A leg came out, long and knock-kneed, with a huge polished hoof. Then another front leg, then hindquarters, and then the box was empty, nothing but a metal is hell with a couple of fake human legs attached.

Percy stared at the horse that had just sprung from the wheelchair: a huge white stallion. But where its neck should be was the upper body of their Latin teacher, smoothly grafted to the horse's trunk.

"What a relief," the centaur said. "I'd been cooped up in there so long, my fetlocks had fallen asleep. Now, come, Percy Jackson. Let's meet the other campers."


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