New story. For those of you who have read my other works, I'm still working on those. I had a massive summer vacation, and my teachers really pile on the homework. For those who haven't read my other work, do it. I've been told that they're good.

STORYTIME!

The blood drained out of Percy's face. A drop of sweat dripped off his chin, and fell to the floor. Gasping, he emerged from a long hallway, into harsh sunlight. Looking over his shoulder, he saw shadowy figures, stirring in the hall he emerged from. He slowly backed up, eyes never leaving the portal. He felt something sharp, almost to the point of being a razor, poke into his back. Spinning around, he came face to face with a grinning Telkhine, sword raised. He took another stumbling step backwards, away from the monster.

"Welcome to the Princess Andromeda, Percy. Enjoying the cruise?" A smooth, silky, voice emanated from behind a row of Dracaenae slithering up a service ramp. Percy grimaced.

"Luke," He ground out, "what a pleasant surprise." He slipped his hand into a worn pocket, fingers wrapping around a small, cylindrical object. He gave a quick grin. "I won this time," Percy said, "Beckendorf's-"

"Dead? Yes, he is." Percy's mouth stopped moving.

"No." He whispered, "He cant be-"

"Oh yes!" Luke chuckled, "Don't think we missed all of that Greek fire he planted! All those little brown packages would have been awfully hard to miss!" Percy's teeth ground together. He tried to speak, but no words would come out. Finally, in a fit of anger, he withdrew his hand from his pocket.

"I...I'll...Raagh!" Percy twisted, a gleaming bronze sword shimmering into existence in his hand. The Telkhine didn't even have time to look surprised before it blew away in a shower of gold dust.

"Now, Percy? Where are your manners?" Luke snarled, "How many more of my friends here do you think you can take on, little hero?" The lanky blonde made a small gesture with his hand, and the line of Dracaenae, by now supplemented with several more Telkhines, and an angry looking Manticore, rushed him. Percy became a blur of limbs and celestial bronze; the golden remains of deceased monsters was nearly thick enough to cut with a knife; yet the monsters never let up. First one slash, then a nasty tail to the head, then numerous pricks from the Telkhines swords, and Percy was beaten. "There," sighed Luke, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"You..idiot..." Percy gasped.

"How so?" a frown adorned Luke's once-grinning face.

"We," Percy's voice strained, "are in the ocean." Luke's eyes widened, head jerking from side to side wildly. He spread his feed just as a freezing cold wave of seawater washed over the ship. The blonde demigod blinked, attempting to clear the water out of his eyes. Looking around, Luke grinned at the sight of his soldiers slowly standing up.

"Was that supposed to hurt?" He cackled. "That puny wave of yours barely tickled!"

"No," said Percy, giving his sword several practice swings. "I just like how it feels." He gave Luke an impertinent grin, before dashing across the deck, and up a flight of stairs.

"After him!" Luke roared, eyes flashing a bright gold. Not a single monster noticed him clutch his forehead as they charged by.

Percy barged into the pilothouse of the cruise ship. Grabbing the nearest chair, he quickly wedged it beneath the door handle. He leaned over, trying to catch his breath. A Dracaenae slammed into the door, rattling it on it's hinges.

"Open that door!" A faint voice echoed around the cruise liner. Another thud shook the cabin as more creatures threw themselves at the door. Percy looked around desperately at the foreign control panel. Eyes darting left and right, he wracked his brain for a clue.

"Cofferdam!" he exclaimed. Knobs turned, buttons depressed of their own will. Percy grinned as the massive liner slowly heeled to her port bow. A furious roar blasted into his consciousness, as Percy felt an invisible force grip him around the waist. He tried grabbing onto the big, old-fashioned ship's wheel, to no avail. The wooden spokes came off in his hand, and Percy was yanked through the plexiglass windscreen shielding the front of the pilothouse. His stomach surged up into his throat as he hung for a brief second in midair, before he plummeted deck-wards. A startled cry tore out of his throat, as the wind whistled around his head.

"Theόs katadikάzw!" the unbidden curse escaped Percy's mouth before he even could think about it.

"I don't think they will, Percy!" Luke hollered, "The god's rarely do anything these days!" The air was driven out of Percy's lungs, as he hit a protruding bulwark. He looked up, only to see Luke's sword held threateningly in front of his face.

"You...bastard!" Percy ground out. "You're gonna pay!"

"How will I, little hero?" Luke questioned tauntingly, "What can you do?"

A massive figure, clad in a spotless white toga, sighed. In his hand, he held a small, brown figurine. It was of a boy, about sixteen or so, defiantly raising a Greek short-sword. And it was slowly disintegrating. The figure clenched his other fist, and growled,

"The Jackson boy must not die." He looked around the room he was in, scanning it for anything that might be useful. He placed the clay figure he was holding down, as his gaze passed over hundreds of clay figurines, before coming to a halt. His eyes narrowed at the sight he beheld. A small nook in the wall, like those holding the other figures, but this one was different. The man brought his eye up to the space, and gave a surprised grunt. The alcove, or what he assumed it would be, had no back. He was staring down a tunnel, that seemed to have no end.

"Curious..." He hoarsely whispered, "What could be back there?" He cautiously lifted his arm, reaching back into the cavity. His eyes narrowed in concentration as he pressed his shoulder farther and farther against the wall. Ever so slowly, he pulled back from the niche. After an eternity, he removed hand, tenderly grasping a small, metallic figure. It was clad in a long cloak, and had his arms peacefully folded by his side. The man brought the figure up to his face, first looking at the figures closed eyes, then at the large hole, right above where his heart should be. He didn't even notice the other figure, of the same material, lying stoically on the floor. The man walked over to the circular table, the whole time rubbing his thumb in slow, measured circles over the hole in the figurine. "By my power," he rumbled, "the power of the great Zeus, I restore this being to his former state of life, to his former state of power, to his former state of mind. Epitrέpw aytό gίnomai tόso odόs!" A soft golden glow radiated from the figurine. Bits of material slowly coalesced in his chest, filling in the gaping cavity. Energy erupted behind the figure's eyes, forcing them open. The figure's arms rose in a defensive position, before freezing like they had never moved. Zeus smiled, and placed the figure on the table, next to the one of Percy. As Zeus turned to leave, the last bit's of divine power floating around the room acted. Flying down towards the lone figure on the floor, the miasma of golden energy settled itself over the figure's eyes, which snapped open. The energy writhed for the barest second, then dispersed. The second figures sightless eyes stared at the ceiling, six ringes reflecting in the candlelight.

Percy rolled over. A sword slashed into the deck where he was previously lying, taking a chunk out of the wood. Percy attempted to stand, to raise his sword, but a gleaming scythe always swung exactly where he didn't want it to. A sandal clad food smashed into Percy's face, kicking him onto his feet. Stars exploded across his vision as he took a stumbling step backwards. His vision cleared up just as a heavy blade swung down from above him.

A dull, metallic, ringing sung out on the deck. Percy cracked his eyes open, not even realizing he had closed them. The sword that was about to cleave him in two shook. Blocking the sword's path was a decidedly odd knife. There was a single, long blade, made of a very dark steel. Flanking it were two shorter blades, splitting off at an angle. That small feature lent extra effectiveness to the sword-stopping feature.

The blade was held by a man in a long white coat, flames ringing the bottom. Over a long-sleeved shirt, he wore an odd, multiple piece, green vest.

"You okay, kid?" The man turned his head towards Percy. A lock of spiky blond hair hunk in front of his face, barely kept from obscuring his vision by a headband adorned with a metal plate. Percy could only not in dumfounded shock.

"Who would you be, exactly?" Luke's cold voice pierced the moment of calm, "Another petty hero?" The man frowned.

"Hero," He mused,"Nope, don't think so!" His eyes narrowed, "All you need to know, is that I'm a shinobi of Konohagakure, and I don't appreciate uneven odds." He flicked the blade he gripped in his right hand, and smoothly tossed it through the Telkhine wielding the sword. Then he vanished.

"Wha..." Percy continued to gape, this time at the fading yellow burst where the man, shinobi, once stood. The Telkhine gaped in astonishment, before imploding, then exploding into a shower of golden sand. A Dracaenae shrieked in surprise and astonishment before toppling over the railing. An Empousa, emerging from below-decks, toppled backwards with a thin, precise, gash in her throat. Luke's eyes darted left and right, trying to find the source of the carnage.

"What...what are you doing?" He hollered. But all he could see, all he could think would be the source of this massacre, was the blossoms of yellow energy, dotting the entire ship. He looked over at Percy, and his mouth suddenly twisted into a gruesome grin. Lying in a pool of his own blood, collected from the numerous wounds, Percy lay there, completely unconscious, heart barely beating.

"After all this," Luke whispered, "look where the mighty son of Poseidon is now." He raised his scythe, pressing it against Percy's forehead. He grinned "I win." He almost didn't notice the three pronged knife pressed against his Jugular.

"Turn around, slowly." Luke turned away from Percy. The man stayed behind him.

"Who are you?" Luke whispered again. He could almost hear the man smirk.

"You can call me...Yondaime."

The man, and Percy, disappeared in a bright flash of light.

Luke screamed, and fell to his knees.

Thought that was a good stopping point. Next one might be longer, if I have a high enough review-to-hit ratio. But I'll update nonetheless. Constructive criticism please? Oh yeah. If you noticed, two figures came through in Zeus' statue room (More explanation on that later) If you payed really close attention, I hinted at him being a Rinnegan user. Should it be:

(Deva path only)

Sennin (Sage of Six Paths)

At least nine votes before I introduce that character!

FC