Chapter one: I get a visit from my dead friend.

I own neither Naruto nor PJO. I only own Vice, Zach and any other freaking OC's I decide to make. Deal with it.

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"Oh, you're so not taking me down."

"Huh. Watch me."

I charged at Annabeth, sword in hand and jabbed at her, but she blocked it with her sword and ducked, going for my legs. I jumped over her, making a flip in midair and pointed my katana at her neck.

"I told you." I said and threw my sword into the air, and it vanished into thousands of black particles.

Annabeth stood up, turned around and sighed. "Why do you always defeat me that easily?"

I shrugged. "Ninja stuff."

She glared at me. "Remind me to inject the lethal dose of soothing to an elephant next time we fight."

I took some steps backwards, waving my hands. "Back off!"

She laughed at me and marched off outside the arena.

"Sometimes she can be funny." Said a serious Zoe from behind me. I turned around her and saw her completely serious, not joking.

"Yeah, I can see the gleeful expression in your face," I told her and pecked her lips. Her right eye twitched.

"Maternal instincts. Pam must be hungry or something."

My turn to twitch the eye. "She was asleep ten minutes ago!"

"Babies are like that, Vice. They sleep partially several times a day. Now c'mon, we have to feed her."

I shook my head. "No. Remember last time I fed her?"

"You mean that time when she 'Poo-poo'ed in your face?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

I hesitantly nodded, shivering at the memory. "That was some shit. Literally."

Zoe sighed. "Okay, I'll go alone."

She turned around, ready to leave, but I grabbed her shoulder.

"No, I wanna see my daughter. I only don't wanna have some 'poo-poo' on my face again."

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"Look at the airplane! Wooooooooo!" Zoe said while spinning the plastic spoon with baby food in front of Pam, who was sitting in a baby eating chair. Our daughter was three months old, now. She had Zoe's jet-black hair and my electric-blue eyes, besides the Namikaze whisker marks on the cheeks. We still hadn't decided if her surname should be Johnson or Namikaze or Nightshade, since, unfortunately, me and Zoe weren't married yet.

Pam seemed to get sick and suddenly threw up on Zoe's face. I simply smirked.

"Told ya."

She death-glared me while rubbing the yellow vomit out of her face. "Shut the fruck up."

I smirked even more. "It's fuck up."

She rolled her eyes, "Whatever." And went back on trying to feed Pam… just to get another wave of vomit in her face. Pam laughed and started clapping her hands. Zoe looked defeated.

"Maternal instincts were wrong. She was with hunger of laughter. This suckus."

"Sucks."

"Whatever."

I smirked. "Let me try to feed her."

I stood up from the chair I was sitting on in my cabin and grabbed the spoon Zoe was holding and marched towards the chair Pam was sitting in. I grabbed some baby food from the pot and put it in front of Pam's face.

"Now," I said. "Let's make a deal. You eat this horrible thing I am grateful I don't remember the taste and then you don't have to see me again today, ok?"

Pam shook her head and opened her mouth, probably to throw up, but I was faster and inserted the spoon into her mouth, then got it out, making sure all the food stayed inside her mouth.

"Now, you'll eat it. My hand is a million times faster than your liquid mortal weapon, so deal with it." I said rudely and made sure she gulped in all the food. I smiled. "That's how I like it. Good girl."

I walked towards Zoe.

"That was a rude action." She said.

"She's fed, isn't she? That's what matters."

She sighed. "Why do I love you?"

"Because I'm incredibly handsome?"

"Uhm… maybe. Now a real reason." She demanded.

"I talk to you when you have no one to talk to, I helped you form a new self, not to mention we have sex every night. And I must say you are very good at-"

"Ok, ok," She cut me off. "I got it."

I gave a satisfied smile. "That's what I'm talking about."

Just then, Pamell started to cry. We both sighed at the same time.

"Why come I had to have a daughter at my fifteen?" I mumbled.

"And why come I had to have a daughter at my… uh… two thousand fifty-five?" She asked to herself.

I glared at her. "That's a bit more than fifteen, I guess."

Zoe got to Pam and started breast-feeding her.

"And, little demon," She said. "If you dare vomit in my breast, I swear you'll regret it."

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I was training at the archery field when the conch horn blew. Michael Yew, the new counselor of the Apollo cabin, a four-feet tall dude with blond hair who was at my side, looked up at me.

"What happened?" He asked.

I shrugged, "Dunno." And released my arrow, hitting the bull's eye.

"Aren't you kinda anxious?"

I looked down at him. "You are?"

He grabbed another arrow and aimed. "No." He released it, almost hitting the bull's eye. He punched the air, frustrated. I took out a little notebook and opened it. In a page, it read: Vice: 3 Michael: 3. I took out a pencil with an eraser in the end and erased my 3 and replaced it by 4.

"Guess I won." I said.

"Shit." He cursed.

"Hey," I said. "I defeated Lee. You really thought you could defeat me?"

"Yeah."

I shook my head, laughing. "You really are hopeless, Michael."

He rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

"I bet you expected me to make it easy for you." I said.

"You wanna know? I don't give a shit."

"Nice words," I commented. "C'mon. Let's see what's happening. Whatever or whoever arrived must be in the big house by now.

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"So… you blew up a ship, killing Beckendorff in the process? You suck." I stated.

"Thanks for the nice words." Said an angered Percy.

"Look, I'm trying to hide my emotions here as if I didn't I would be probably crying right now, so DON'T FUCKING INSULT ME! CAN'T YOU NOTICE THE POOR GIRL BACK THERE CRYING?! YOU SUCK!" I screamed, signaling to Silena Beauregard, Charles Beckendorff's once-was girlfriend and Aphrodite cabin conselour. We were in the big house with all the conselours. Me and Percy were arguing and Michal and Clarisse weren't any better.

Percy sighed. "Look, I've already said I'm sorry, but I couldn't do nothing!"

I turned around towards Chiron, who was deep in thought and sighing endlessly.

"Chiron, if you allow me, I'm getting out!" With that, I stormed off the big house. I heard a pair of footsteps following me. I turned around and screamed, "What do you want!" Before I saw it was Zoe. She seemed perplexed.

"Oh, sorry." She said. "Didn't want to bother you." She turned around, ready to go to the big house. I grabbed her arm. She turned her head at me.

"Hey, Zoe, calm down! I thought it was someone else!"

"Wrong thought, I guess." She said and let herself loose, marching towards the big house.

I sighed in defeat. "I hate my life."

"Me too."

I turned around to face… Zach? WTF?

"Z-Zach?"

He was wearing white Greek vests and his hair was slightly longer from last time I had seen him, but it defied gravity. His black eyes seemed piercing, so he seemed like some kind of good version of Sasuke.

He slightly nodded, smiling.

"Good to see you after an year and a bit more. You've changed, Vice."

I raised an eyebrow. "I have?"

"The war is approaching," He said, ignoring my reply. "You're going to face Sasuke soon. You must be prepared. You're still not at his level, Vice. You may have defeated him once, but he was still recovering his strength. Now that Kronos is back Sasuke has regained his full strength. By now, only Naruto has been able to even rival him."

"Then," I said. "What must I do?"

"I know someone who'll train you better than… yourself. He lives in Japan-"

"Japan?"

"Let me finish, damn!"

"Ok."

"He lives in Japan in one of the islands that were once the elemental countries."

"Thanks for being specific."

"I think you know him for Naruto's memories. His name is Uchiha Itachi."

I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms. "Wasn't he killed by Sasuke or something?"

"The Sharingan can make wonderful things. Mainly his Fummetsu Mangekyou Sharingan (Eternal kaleidoscope spinning wheel, literally)."

"Shit. He has it?"

"Yeah, he does. Pretty much like Madara, but that one was killed by Naruto. Itachi was way stronger than Sasuke, but now he's lost almost all of his strength. But," He pointed at his own head. "He still knows a bunch of stuff."

I smiled, "Thanks."

I hugged him, only to go through him and fall to the floor. I sat up, rubbing my head.

"I'm a ghost, Vice. I'm immaterial."

"Thanks for telling it to me now, genius." I commented, standing up. Zach smiled.

"Good bye, Vice. And I have a little feeling we won't meet again. It was nice seeing you."

"Uh? What do you mean we won't meet again? What when I die?" I asked.

Zach smirked. "You won't. And… tell Thalia I love her."

Any expression that was in my face vanished, to be replaced by a sadness expression. "Oh. Right. I will, don't worry."

"And one more thing. Can you name your next kid Zach?"

"What do you mean by 'next kid'?"

Zach simply smirked and slowly turned transparent while the leaves, carried by the wind, went through him and he slowly disappeared and the wind stopped.

"Right," I mumbled to myself. "Top of priority things: Find some three thousand year-old murderer ex-member of some organization that wanted to rule the world. Right!"

Alea iacta est-The die is cast ~ Julius Caesar

End of chap, peoples. Sorry it was so short, but I have stuff in mind already, so the next chapters will be longer. Review or learn how to sleep with an eye wide open. One of two.