Yo, guys. Had to take down one of my fics - a songfic, to be exact - due to copyright :/ It's posted on both Archive of Our Own and DeviantART, so you can still read it there.

Have no idea where this story came from, but my muse demanded I write a non-genderbent Yata fic, and then it somehow became a PJO crossover. Not even I know how my brain works.

PLEASE HELP ME COME UP WITH A BETTER TITLE!

Anyway, on with the story!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'K' or PJO in any way, shape or form.

-I-AM-A-LINE-IGNORE-ME-

"-ow. Crow!"

Yata shot up from his nest of blankets, blinking rabidly to clear his vision.

"…Chris?" He asked, confused. "Why're you IMing me at-" he glanced at his watch he'd forgotten to take off before bed. "5 in the morning?"

Chris Rodriguez, son of Hermes and boyfriend of Clarisse La Rue stared back at him grimly.

Until the previous year, where Clarisse had found him wondering the dessert trapped in his own insanity, Chris had been considered a traitor for joining the enemies of Olympus – The Titans. However, after Dionysus had cured Chris' madness, Chris defected back to their side, much to Clarisse's and Yata's relief.

It had been quite a nasty shock to find out his best friend had betrayed them.

"The War's reaching its peak. Chiron's been calling out at all out-of-state/country demi-gods for help. We need you to come back to New York, Yata."

If Chris was using his last name instead of his nickname, the situation must be more serious than the 17 year old first thought.

"…Alright. Chiron's got something set up, right? 'Cause there's no way I can get a plane ticket in time."

Chris nodded. "Just head for the airport and give your name. The plane takes off at 7:30 your time, so you should have enough time to pack and do what you need before leaving."

Yata frowned. "I'll leave a note for HOMRA. I doubt they'd let me leave if I just told them I'm headin' out of country for a while without explaining why and that'd take too long…" He shook his head and sighed. "Where do I meet you guys? At camp?"

"Hmm, no. By the time you make it here to America… Head for the Empire State Building. If we're not there, just wait in the lobby."

"Okay, then. Say 'hi' to everyone for me. I'll see you all soon."

Chris nodded, looking relieved. "Will do. Bye."

Yata slashed a hand through the IM, dissolving it. He stood with a yawn and started packing, mentally going over what to take and what not to.

A few pairs of clothing, nectar, his Drachma coins… Yata paused with his hand hovering over the sports bag.

Making a decision, Yata removed his watch and placed it on the table next to his earphones.

Yata strode back over to his bed, stuck a hand under the frame and pulled out his sword (disguised as a baseball bat), leaving his skateboard behind.

As much as he loved his board, watch and earphones, they would only get in the way. Fighting monsters while riding on the skateboard is something he'd rather not try, he'll need all his focus on his surroundings, so earphones wouldn't be a very good idea, and his watch…

Well, it'd be really bad for him if his Clansmen rang him mid-fight. Even the slightest distraction could get him killed, and he really didn't want to die.

He slipped the sword in and zipped the bag closed.

Two more things to do.

Yata opened his closest and picked out a tight, long-sleeved shirt and black jeans, swiftly changing into them. After that, he grabbed his armor and carefully made sure all the straps were secure. The Mist would make it look like regular clothes, so Yata wasn't worried about being caught wearing it.

Lastly, he slipped on his shoes, swung his bag over his shoulder and scooped up a pen and a piece of paper.

'Need to leave Japan for a bit. Not sure when I'll be back. I promise I'll explain later. Sorry for causing trouble.

- Yatagarasu'

Yata scowled down at the choppy note. He couldn't risk writing down anything important, so it'd have to do till he got back.

If he got back.

The only person aware of his half-human status besides his family was his friend, the clear-sighted mortal Fushimi Saruhiko (though, the way Anna looked at him occasionally, it made him wonder if she somehow knew), but Yata thought it best to not tell him about the on-going War with the Titans.

So, even if the other HOMRA members ask where he is, Saruhiko wouldn't be able to answer.

Yata smirked. And most people thought he was too stupid to plan ahead. In their faces!

And so, Yata 'Yatagarasu' Misaki, the son of Ares, left for war.

(Kusanagi was going to be so angry at him, and the others, Mikoto more so, would be far from pleased with him…)

(It wouldn't be till nearly 6 hours later that anyone realized he was gone.)

-I-AM-A-LINE-IGNORE-ME-

A son of Ares because I couldn't think of a more fitting Godly parent at the moment.

Yata is 17 in this, at least right now. Also, as you may have been able to tell, Fushimi hasn't turned traitor yet, so he's still part of HOMRA.

Hope you enjoyed. Not sure when the next chapter'll be up, or if I'll even be continuing it.

Bye-bye baby!

Shikikaze09~

PS - it's been a while since I've read the books, so if anything is wrong, my apologies.