Summary; A young demon from Halloween town and a boy who meddles in peoples lives trying to help, end up in New York, there they meet Percy Jackson, can they find a way home? Will they find more then friendship, and what's this about rumours of two strangers carrying giant keys? Yaoi. KH and Percy Jackson and the Olympians crossover.

Disclaimer; I do not own anything except Fife and Stalos and plot idea, I think

The sun shone down on a hot summer New York day. The only problem, it wasn't summer, it was winter. At least that's what the two boys, who were currently lying, dazed on the ground thought.

One a young teenager with a pair of horns and cat-fox ears sat up, his demon wings drooping, the white and black feathers of his smaller pair of angel wings fluttered as he sat up, brown hair with its blonde streaks waving as he shook his head. His purple-blue eyes with their cat like slits looked round, his clawed gloved hand supporting him, his other, clawed minus the glove, scratched absently at his head, a pumpkin eyepatch over one eye.

"Fife," no response from the other, purple trouser wearing boy with a cream dragon decorated top and white coat done up over the chest with three belts, "Fife!" the demon boy, shrunk his wings so they looked like toys as he beat the other boy over the head with a nearby stick.

"I'm up," Fife sat up, blue-green hair waving, not even noticing the stick that had hit him over the head.

"'Bout time,"

"Where are we Stalos?" Fife looked around confused, they were surrounded by trees that were stuck in the middle of a city, otherwise known as central park.

"No idea-"

"THE CONCERT?!" Fife yelled loud enough to be heard several miles away.

"Missed it,"

"But it took me ages to save up enough Gil to afford those tickets," the boy started crying, a strange look for one who was normally so calm and serious.

"I'm sure they'll give you refund if you explain it to them,"

Fife continued crying.

"Look I'm going to find out where we are," Stalos stood up and walked off, ignoring the looks the people in the park sent his way.

"Huh? Hey Stalos, wait up!" Fife hurried to catch up with the demon, ignoring the black shadow that flitted behind him.

"'Bout time you caught up," Stalos said as he looked at a signpost.

"Hey a pen," Fife bent down and picked up a bronze pen, back to being calm, though not serious.

"So?" Stalos flashed a fang threateningly at a little boy who had gotten to curious, only to have him run away screaming and a mother yell at him.

"It's made of bronze; I think someone would notice it missing,"

"Whatever," Stalos walked off, Fife sighed as he followed his friend, what was up with him? Must be a demon thing, or Jack promised him something for helping out with the Halloween party.

Percy Jackson was currently running for his life. He was being chased by a Sphinx and had somehow lost Riptide, the pen/sword hadn't returned to his pocket yet. Percy skidded to a halt as he reached a dead end.

This is it, he thought, I'm going to die, but there was so much I wanted to do, there's Annabeth's New Year party and I never got to punish Clarisse for what she did last summer and I wanted to get to know Thalia, the gods have a cruel sense of humour. Percy Jackson had survived going to the Underworld, he'd survived the Sirens, Circe's resort, almost infinite monster attacks on the camp when Thalia's tree had been poisoned, and he himself facing certain death at the end of his first summer, and now this, all because his sword wouldn't come back.

Percy lost consciousness as a box hit his head. The last thing he saw were two figures lunging at the sphinx, he didn't know who they were; in fact his mind didn't even register it as his world went black.

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I've finally written the story and managed to upload it, may take a while to get the second chapter up, please review. Enjoy.