A/N: I know, I know. Really short. I posted this one up first, even though I wrote it second. So it's my first fanfic, but it isn't. I think it's pretty funny. I mean, we all have days were we can't find something, but it ends up in the most obvious of places :) Enjoy!

Hades stomped up and down the halls of his Underworld palace. It couldn't have happened again. No, Olympus wouldn't want war with him—especially since there was another more serious one that was on the brink of happening. So where was it? Where was his Helm of Darkness?

The Lord of the Dead growled at any unlucky spirit that happened to get in his way, even though he just passed through them if they didn't get out of the way in time. Hades wasn't in his best mood; not that he was ever happy or anything. On good days, he was only mildly angry; on bad days…well, this was one of them.

Finally, Hades decided to head back to his throne room and look through every nook and cranny—again. He'd already employed thousands of unfortunate ghosts to help him. He ripped through a couple that he thought weren't doing a good job looking—even though he hadn't asked them to help in the first place.

"What's wrong?" Bianca Di Angelo turned towards the ruckus her father was making.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Didn't I tell you already? My Helm is missing! Now help me look!" Hades snarled, batting his daughter to the side as he peeked behind his bone-made throne. There was always a chance that it had slipped behind; it had happened before. That was ten years ago, but he'd thrown the entire Underworld into chaos by the time he'd sent Cerberus sniffing for it. Not that the giant dog was any help. Apparently, three noses were not better than one.

"Father—" Bianca started.

Hades, unfruitful in his search behind-the-chair-of-dead-people's-bones, swore angrily. "Not here! It's supposed to be invisible only when someone's wearing it!" He kicked at the throne but only succeeded in stubbing his toe. The Ruler of the Underworld cursed and hopped around on one foot while attempting to search further.

Bianca tried to keep her footing as the room shook with the strength of a disastrous earthquake. But if you have a fifteen foot Greek god jumping on one foot, what else would you expect? "But father—"

"You there! Why aren't you helping? Get your wispy butt over here before I send you to the Fields of Punishment!" Hades roared at an ill-fated specter that was cowering in a corner, hoping not to be noticed. It opened its mouth to say something, but Hades had already hopped over and chucked it to the other side of the room. The spirit slid down the ten foot drop to the floor and then scurried out the exit.

"Can't get any decent help these days," Hades grumbled, gingerly setting his foot down. "Daughter! Why aren't you helping? Don't tell me you're no better than those good-for-nothing ghosts! Come here and try to crawl into this crack. I think you're small enough…"

"FATHER!" Bianca shouted.

Hades paused, surprised at his daughter's outburst. "Yes? What is it?"

"I've found your Helm of Darkness."

"Really? Where?" Hades glanced around the room excitedly.

"It's on your head, dad."

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