So, when writing the new chapter of RTH. I decided to postpone in publishing the chapter to make this story that'll probably remain a Two-Shot since I just did this out of the blue.
This was mostly made because of the title, which actually kinda made me laugh out loud even if it isn't really that funny.
This takes place during the beginning of the Battle Of The Labyrinth.
Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or the PJO books. Each franchise or series, belong to their respective owners.
Enjoy, the (probably) Two-Shot of,
WISE GIRL AND SKULL HEAD
Annabeth Chase was having a bad day.
Scratch that, she was having one of the worst days of her life. She and Percy were supposed to go to the movies after his orientation day at his new school, Goode. Their plans, however, were interrupted when the Seaweed Brain did one of the stupidest, and frustrating ideas of all time.
He blew up the school.
Okay, she was exaggerating a bit.
Percy blew up part of the school.
Technically, he did it in self-defense, having to fight two monsters, empousai, to be specific, who took forms of cheerleaders. That, she could forgive, any demigod or demigoddess were often targeted, so much so that it had become a daily routine for some.
But, when she saw him escaping with Rachel Elizabeth Dare, a mortal girl no less. Her feelings of annoyance and irritation just grew.
Until finally, it reached the breaking point to where she, and Percy had a fight.
The two decided to go their separate ways to cool off.
Fine with her. Seaweed Brain could go find his own way to camp!
She growled lowly.
"Stupid Kelp Head." Annabeth grumbled as she walked (I.E. Stomped) through the sidewalks of New York.
It was clear by the looks people gave her, her anger was showing.
The fourteen year-old sighed silently.
She needed to calm down, maybe read a book or two.
A visit to the library sounded like a good idea.
"Lose him already!"
The frustrated voice rung out as the truck sped through the New York City streets. The tries furiously screeched in protest as the vehicle swerved left to right, narrowly missing the other cars that drove by the vehicle at a moderate pace.
The driver, a boy no older than sixteen, dressed in a Kevlar vest, used mostly by authorities, over an orange shirt, glared at the back, his black eyes trying to stay focused on the road whilst he tried to bore hole to the other teen standing on the trunk of the trunk he drove.
Another teen sat beside him, wearing the same attire as the driver as he held a sheathed sword to his side, gripping it tightly.
"I'm trying okay!" The driver yelled back.
Their third companion stayed silent, his right shakily holding the rifle he had, while his left hand desperately covered the wound on his side, which slowly started to stain his shirt. Blue eyes frantically darted from every corner, as if expecting to see something pop out from the darkness.
The four looked terrified, even as the teen on the trunk held a rocket launcher, while the driver himself, had a sheathed sword just beside him, the weapon occupying the passenger seat.
"If we don't outrun that… thing, Castellan will have our heads!" The teen beside the driver reminded.
"Don't you think I know that?!"
The teen on the back didn't respond to his fellow demigod's shout, also ignoring his companion at the trunk. His red eyes solely focused on the empty road behind him.
A powerful roar was heard, and the teen started to pale rapidly.
This was supposed to be easy! Infiltrate camp Half-Blood, find a possible entrance to invade said camp, and report back to Castellan, easy right? Right?
Wrong.
Before they even managed to reach half of New York, this… thing followed them, hunting them down as if it was Artemis herself.
Relentlessly chasing them as if they were prey.
They were.
Annabeth stuffed her hand in her jean's pocket, while adjusting her camp shirt as she walked out of the library, and into the New York sidewalk.
She blinked, looking at the black sky that was dotted with stars.
Looks like she was in that library longer than she thought.
She huffed, rubbing her arms in an attempt to help her get warm. It was rather chilly tonight.
As she walked through the ever busy streets of New York, Annabeth reflected on the fight she had with the son of Poseidon, and started reviewing her actions as guilt seeped in.
"… Maybe I had been a bit too harsh." She admitted to herself.
She sighed.
Maybe the Seaweed Brain deserved an apology.
With that thought in mind, Annabeth started to raise her hand with a drachma in her grasp.
Screeching of tires were heard, before—
"Aah!"
With a startled yelp, the daughter of Athena jumped back in shock, her grey eyes quickly traveling to the speeding truck that nearly ran her over.
Her eyes widened when she got a look on the orange shirt that the passengers had on the trunk, and the weapons that they held, or sheathed at their side.
Worry started to overcome her.
Did Luke already plan an attack?!
The thought started a train of worrying thoughts that only worsened Annabeth.
She had to stop this.
The girl started to run to the speeding vehicle's direction, kinda easy, seeing as they left tire tracks for her to follow.
Just as she took another step, she stopped.
She could stop this… or warn Chiron at camp.
Annabeth's hand which held a drachma, started to raise again.
'But what if I'm too late?'
Her hand stopped mid-way.
'I could stop them right now.' She reasoned.
'What if I get outnumbered?' The thought worried her.
Annabeth bit her lip, and her head looked at the street the vehicle drove through.
It was now or never.
With that, the girl ran towards the street, following the tire tracks.
The demigod driver breathed erratically as the feeling of panic started to grow more and more as he constantly switched his gaze towards the rear view mirror, and the road ahead.
His companions weren't fairing any better, all of them panicking as much as the driver.
Suddenly, the car lurched forward, and the three demigods did the same in surprise before the driver got control of the wheel once again.
One of the tires popped.
The driver gritted his teeth, and forced the steering wheel to the right, turning a corner as he did.
The hood of the car started smoking.
Before the car turned, and stopped, right in the middle of an empty three-way intersection.
"Fuck, this is bad…" The wounded demigod muttered silently, groaning slightly as he held his bloodied side.
"You alright?"
"I-I can manage."
The three looked around the quiet street.
Never noticing the oil leaking from their vehicle.
The driver stuck his head out of the window and looked at the other demigods, jerking his head as he did, signaling them. The two on the back nodded, and the wounded demigod got off the broken down vehicle, while the rocket launcher wielding son of Ares stayed on the trunk.
The silence was making things worse.
The lamps suddenly popped and sizzled, following other lamps around the three, startling, and even scaring the demigods more.
A heartbeat passed.
The wounded demigod looked around nervously, looking as if he would jump from the slightest twitch.
A snap was heard.
The teen cried out in alarm, and started firing at a glass window that displayed various trophies, the trophies falling down, and braking. If they weren't riddled with bullets first, that is.
A thud hit the bleeding demigod's ears, and he immediately turned around, only to cry out in shock when an invisible force quickly took hold of his gun, and forcefully knocked it out of his hands.
Before he could retaliate, he was sent down to his knees when a powerful strike hit his legs. The wounded demigod stiffened visibly when he felt cold metal against his neck.
A second passed, before a blonde girl with grey eyes, a daughter of Athena appeared in front of him, holding a blade to his throat, while her other hand held a baseball cap.
"Whose side are you on?!" She immediately demanded, her steel gray eyes boring holes into his own eyes.
Annabeth waited for a response from the downed demigod, her hand holding her celestial bronze knife tightly as she did, afraid that she accidentally might drop it.
A moment passed.
Before the demigod collapsed forward.
The daughter of Athena gave a 'eep!' of alarm, and caught the demigod in time.
She felt something wet and moist on her hand.
The blonde retracted one hand and her eyes widened.
Blood.
Copious amounts of blood.
Annabeth stood up quickly, ignoring the body that she accidentally dropped, which was the least of her worries as horror started to set in her mind.
Who could have done this?
Her eyes darted to the van that was parked when she heard footsteps approaching, only to reveal an elderly woman.
A curse was heard from behind, no doubt from one of the older demigods, and a click of a gun was next.
She ran forward.
"Get back!"
Immediately, bullets sprayed after her, thankfully missing her, hitting the van instead. But Annabeth wasn't worried about that, no, she was worried about getting the elderly to safety.
Quickly, the daughter of Wisdom wrapped her arms around the aging woman, and took cover from the bullets by using the van.
Annabeth crouched down as more bullets whizzed past, looking at the elderly woman in concern.
"Are you alright?" She asked.
The aging woman gave a hesitant nod.
A distant roar of an engine was heard, and Annabeth looked up.
The demigod driver cursed when his AK-47 lost ammo as anger took over, only to be stopped cold, when he heard another roar of an engine he oh, so, desperately wanted to escape.
He looked to the left part of the three-way intersection, seeing as his vehicle was in the middle.
From the distance, a black, and silver blur slowly started to appear.
Fear that settled deep within the demigod's heart started to grow, as the blur started to take shape.
Soon, the blur started to get closer, revealing to be a car, a black '69 Dodge Charger.
It suddenly stopped.
The two demigods and one demigoddess, watched with baited silence as the car just stood there.
Suddenly, it roared once again, the car's tires screeching fiercely on the pavement, smoke getting generated from the back wheels.
And with that, the Charger soon went forward once again, not stopping this time. To Annabeth, it looked like it was heading for their direction.
To the two demigods, it was heading for them.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" Annabeth heard the teen on the trunk curse, looking at the driver with a panicked look on his face, his red eyes switching from the Charger, to the driver.
"Don't just stand there, shoot it!" The driver barked with the same look in his eyes.
Annabeth briefly wondered what happened to them to give them such a reaction from just seeing a car.
The teen swallowed heavily, and aimed carefully.
Then fired.
The rocket hit its target.
And the Charger flipped over.
Annabeth thought that was the end of that, the car would flip, and get destroyed, end of story.
How wrong she was.
To her shock, the car's engine and front tires caught fire as it flipped. As it landed, so too, did the Charger's back tires also started to burn.
The Charger's engine roared once again, this time, the sound was enhanced, louder, and… somehow, to Annabeth, demonic.
The now flaming Charger briefly swerved from left to right as it landed, before getting back on track, and resuming its pursuit. The car seemingly faster than before, already nearing the broken down truck in seconds.
The demigod on the trunk saw this, and immediately, he leapt out just as the Charger crashed with the truck.
Smart man.
Annabeth flinched and shielded her eyes as the truck skidded away with the hellish Charger.
The oil that had been leaking from the broken down vehicle made contact with the flaming car's fire that trailed after it.
A crooked line of flames, bright, and burning, blocked the path, stopping Annabeth, who had plans to investigate.
Annabeth saw a teen, not the driver, coming out of the passenger side, stumbling as he did, before he unsheathed a celestial blade in his hand, he glared at what the blonde assumed to be the driver of the flaming Charger, and swung his celestial blade at the unseen driver.
From what she could see at her position, Annabeth only had a glimpse of a gloved hand took hold of the blade without any sign of pain.
Before melting the bronze blade with his gloved hand.
Both the teen and Annabeth gaped in shock, their eyes staring at the melted blade, which was now only a handle that fell on the ground.
The now, unarmed demigod stumbled, and fell down. Annabeth flinched again, when the demigod's terrified scream rung out as he was suddenly pulled out of sight.
"N-No!" The rocket launcher wielding demigod whimpered as he slowly back away on the ground, the driver doing nothing but staring at the events unfolding in front of him.
Annabeth walked forward hesitantly, and stopped suddenly when she heard a sickening crunch, followed by a snap.
Blood sprayed on the driver's face.
Hastily grabbing the handle of the door, the demigod quickly got out, blindly flailing about as he did, his fellow demigod's blood on his face.
A gloved fist met his face, and the demigod was out cold.
He was soon slowly dragged away by the legs, and thrown in a trunk.
As the fire danced, blocking Annabeth's path, she could only watch as… something or someone dragged the unconscious demigod to the back of the Charger.
She only saw a flaming head, before it disappeared into the interior of the burning muscle car.
The daughter of Athena watched, as the flaming vehicle reversed, before turning around completely, and heading away.
Annabeth stayed there, her mind replaying what transpired not too long ago.
Sirens filled the air, which snapped the girl out of her thoughts. She hurriedly left the area, as NYPD vehicles started to enter.
Turning to an ally, the girl quietly hid behind a dumpster, not making a noise. After a few moments, Annabeth stood up, and quickly left the ally.
Her eyes traveled to the flaming trails that marked the road, which lead to the north of New York.
The girl's eyes narrowed.
Whoever did this, must be know about the Greek Gods. She needed to determine if he, she or what is on who's side.
She needed to get to the bottom of this.
Annabeth followed the trail, all over New York, which took her almost an hour.
Which all led back to a Junkyard.
"Found you." She muttered.
She walked past the dirt, destroyed vehicles, and scraps that littered the area, not to mention rats scurrying to the corners whenever she would spot one of them.
Soon, she came across a medium-sized shed, where a figure closed the doors.
He looked to be the same age as her, maybe older by a year or so. Golden, spikey, hair was what she saw, though, the vibrant color, looked dull with where they were in, a contrast to the gray and black that surrounded the junkyard
Next thing she noticed, was whisker marks on his face, three thin lines on each cheek, giving the blonde a fox-like look.
He was muscled and lean, having a similar body structure of a son of Apollo, a black leather jacket that looked dirtied and messy, a white, rectangular logo emblazoned on the middle of the jacket, blue, faded, blue jeans were next, before it was finished off with dirty, black sneakers.
"Excuse me." She approached him.
The blonde closed the gates, and turned his head towards her.
Cold, cerulean, eyes greeted her own grey.
It was a stark difference, that sort-of reminded her of Percy's own blue-ish, eyes.
He stepped away from the shed and approached her, and stopped in front of her.
"Yard's closing," The whiskered blonde informed, "If you wanna sell something, call the number on the gate." He jerked his thumb towards the sign.
"O-oh no, no," Annabeth frantically waved her hands, an embarrassed look on her face, "I'm not here for that, sorry if I got misunderstood. What's your name?" She asked.
The whiskered blonde raised an eyebrow.
"… Naruto."
"Oh, well, Naruto." Annabeth started, "I am looking for a guy who rode a black ninety sixties muscle car." She informed, "He might have bought some parts here."
"Sorry," Naruto said after a moment, stuffing his gloved hands in his jacket pockets. "Doesn't ring a bell, sorry." He shrugged.
"I only work nights, once a week."
"Oh." Annabeth nodded her head, "Then, do you mind if I take a look around here or…?" She started, her head already turning towards the spare parts.
"Or." The whiskered blonde suddenly said, prompting the daughter of wisdom to face him. "There's a book of sales in the main office," He said, "Well. Not really an office, more of a trailer really, I could show you."
"That… would be great." Annabeth started. "I'll be grateful if you can."
The blonde nodded, "This way."
The rest of the walk was silent as he led he demigoddess towards the office. As they approached the small office, Annabeth soon took the lead.
"… Used to live here?" The whiskered blonde suddenly asked.
Annabeth shook her head, "No. Just visiting a friend."
"Makes you wonder why someone your age is going into a Junkyard…" Annabeth heard the blonde mutter.
She rounded on the blonde, "Aren't you doing the same? Going to this Junkyard, I mean." Annabeth retorted, "You look to be at least close to my age, so it's questionable for a minor to be working in a Junkyard of all places." The girl said.
"Touché." Naruto conceded to her point.
"Still. Pretty weird for you to go here, late at the night."
A jingle of metal was heard from behind.
Annabeth stopped.
"Not a great neighborhood."
The blonde stopped behind the girl.
The daughter of Athena slowly turned around.
And spotted the car keys in his hand.
Naruto's carefree expression changed into a serious one.
Just as he was about to strike, Annabeth was quick, while she may not be the best at hand-to-hand, she was still decent. With a strong kick, the girl managed to send the whiskered blonde flying, and crashing to a few piles of scraps at the side.
Naruto cracked his neck, before taking out a small, metal beam, from a barrel at the side.
"So," The whiskered blonde took a stance, his once cerulean eyes, changed color, turning to a burning, yellow and orange shade as the beam he held started to catch fire.
"You think you can take me on?"
"I know, I can." Annabeth stated.
Then they charged at each other.
Both blondes traded blow for blow. Naruto took a swing at the demigoddess, only for Annabeth to dodge and strike him in the chest. The blonde grunted, and charged at her, the daughter of wisdom already had her celestial knife ready, and slashed at him.
The whiskered blonde leaned to the side, as to avoid the attack, and placed a good kick, sending the girl tumbling away.
Annabeth quickly recovered, and grabbed her cap, before putting it on. Carefully sneaking around the confused, but alert Naruto.
A moment passed.
Naruto suddenly lurched forward, before flipping entirely, and landed on the ground harshly. He was suddenly pulled up, and pushed towards a steel support, and felt cold metal on his neck.
He tensed.
A second later, the daughter of Athena appeared.
"H-How-?"
The blade got nearer Naruto's neck.
The whiskered blonde gritted his teeth.
"You shouldn't have gotten involved." Naruto growled.
"I'm the one asking questions here." Annabeth stated coldly, her hand gripping her knife tightly.
"You killed those demigods, why? Are you with the gods, or against us?"
Naruto's eye twitched, "Girl, I've been asked similar questions by assholes with the same kind of weapons as yours, let me repeat what I said to them."
He cleared his throat.
"I. Don't. Know. What. You're. Talking. About."
Annabeth's eyes widened. "You're a killer." She accused.
Naruto gave her a cheeky grin. "I only kill those who deserve it."
"It's vengeance, that's all there is to it."
Annabeth slapped Naruto.
The daughter of Athena hung her head, before looking back at the whiskered blonde.
"You're just like Luke."
She kicked the blonde hard, sending him crashing down with a few barrels.
Anger consumed the daughter of Athena as she glared daggers at the downed blonde.
"What gives you the right to decide who lives, and who dies?!"
Naruto got into a crouch as he tried to stand up. He looked back at the daughter of wisdom as his eyes started turning into the same burning color she saw it briefly turn before.
He muttered one last thing.
"I'm not the one who decides."
Naruto started to cringe, as his face started heating up, he flinched and looked down, his skin and hair burning off into ashes, as his skull started to appear.
Annabeth widened her eyes and gasped.
When Naruto turned to look at her again, she was horrified.
Half of his face was burned off, leaving his skull for he to see. Soon, his entire face was nothing but scattering ashes, while his skull was what was left.
His skull had two fiery glowing lines for each side, while the middle had two lines that connected to a 'U' shape, as the middle trailed down, making it a 'Y' shape.
Two, orange, glowing orbs glared menacingly at Annabeth, as he stood up.
Annabeth took a step back, her celestial knife ready, as she took a stance.
She felt like being in Hades' presence all over again, but to a lesser degree.
Naruto, the skeleton… whatever he turned into, stood up, before going over to a rusted car, and with his new found strength, removed the bumper with absolute ease. The separated part caught fire, and the flaming skeleton charged at the daughter of wisdom.
Annabeth hastily dodged the burning skeleton's slow, but dangerous swings, ducking over another swing, Annabeth, with all her might, shoved the skeleton, it didn't make him tumble, sure, but it did make him drop the bumper.
The fiery skeleton growled.
The daughter of Athena attempted to attack, only for the skeleton to grab her hand which held her knife easily, even lifting her up when he inspected the weapon, soon, the skeleton stopped, and slapped it out of her hands.
Before Annabeth could react, she gave a strangled cry, when the flaming skeleton grabbed her by the neck, slowly chocking her as he did. The skull leered at her, his orange orbs staring back into her grey's. As she gave out more strangled gasps, the skeleton tilted his skull, mocking her.
Then, he threw her.
Annabeth landed with a gasp, as she held her neck and greedily sucked in oxygen.
The roar of an engine caught her attention, and the girl looked forward.
She was helpless as she watched the flaming skeleton drive away.
After ten minutes of resting, Annabeth stood up, and sighed deeply.
She needed to tell this to Chiron.
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