This is my first Greek Mythology story so just thought I'd get that out of the way. Oh and it is AU which means it is totally made up if you don't know. And I apologize ahead of time if the gods and goddesses are very OC or very out of character. Sorry about that. It's just hard actually picturing gods' and goddesses' personality. It's called Godly Circumstances and the title serves a double purpose. It's a pun and it actually ties in with the story if you read the summary you'll find out why unless you have already figured it out. Also there will be no sex in this story (shockingly) but there's a lot of adult scenes which is why it is rated M but it is also for safety. So in other words it should be safe to read. I DO NOT OWN GREEK MYTHOLOGY OR GREEK CULTURE! Now that I got all that out of the way and spent more than half a page on this, please read and enjoy it and please review. I love your feedback whether it is good or flames. Also I listen to suggestions so feel free and keep an eye out because your suggestion may appear in the story.
Full summary: Nikita, a secret demigoddess, comes back to Greece after leaving in the Dark Ages. Now with her protector Roscoe she explores the new modern Greece. She worries about being discovered by the gods and goddess in this "field trip" to Greece. Then the worst possible thing happens, she falls in love with a god. AterosXOC, OCXOC, AphroditeXAres, ZuesXHera, HadesXPersephone, slight AnterosXEros.
Key:
"Regular talking"
"Emphasis"
Thoughts
Change in point of view
-*- scene change (sometimes I will state the change, it will be like this; -*- "…" -*-)
The hills of San Francisco, California graced the hustle and bustle of this sea side city. People chatted and shopped down on the pier and thrill seekers took their skateboards and rushed down the huge hills. Car and trolleys, bikes and skates passed through these streets every day, a feeling of happiness in the air. San Fran has many different atmospheres, but the atmosphere in the Desoto home was far different than the norm.
"Oh my baby boy!" Amelia yelled as she held her only son in a death grip. Her short blonde her clasped itself around her small face and neck.
"Mom!" Roscoe the fifth gasped out. "Let go! Please!" Roscoe, being tall, kneeled down to give his mother a hug before she started choking the life out of him.
His mother released him and started patting the invisible dirt off his shirt. "Sorry." She whispered before taking a step back. "I just can't believe that my little boy is of on his first big journey with Nikita." Amelia released a small squeak. "Oh I can't believe it!"
Roscoe fixed his matted brown-blonde hair. He then looked into a mirror that was right to the left of him before turning to his mother again. "Well believe it mother 'cause soon I will be on the plane to Greece!"
His father, Roscoe the forth walked into the living room and placed an arm around Amelia. His hair was shaved giving off no proof that his hair is light brown with a natural highlight of dark brown. "Now son, please keep a good eye on Nikita. Greece is the most dangerous place for her to be in."
His son saluted his father. "Yes sir!"
"Keep extra vigilance and watch out for anything weird or out of the ordinary. Those gods and goddesses hear and see everything in Greece's borders."
"Yes sir!" Roscoe the fourth repeated.
"Now your bags are in the car, get Nikita down here so we can say goodbye to her."
"Yeah. Ok." His son said as he ran into the hall and up the spiral stairs that lead to Nikita's room. Roscoe knocked a few times on the door before coming in. "Hey Nikita you'd better get down soon. Dad and Ma want to give you a proper goodbye."
Nikita sat on her bed looking out of the window. Her natural dark red hair that reached a little past her shoulders hid her face. She turned her head and looked at Roscoe. Her slim figure was too small for the queen sized bed she laid on. She sighed and moved herself into a sitting position. "I don't think I'm ready to go Roscoe."
Roscoe who was messing with her stuff on her dresser counter looked at her through the mirror. "What? Nikita you can't be serious! I have been waiting four years for this trip. Four years!"
"I know and I'm sorry. I just don't think I can go back."
Roscoe turned and leaned on her dresser. "Sure you can. You'll have me."
"No offence Roscoe but I would rather go with your father instead." She said quietly.
"There you go again." The protector said he walked towards her bed and sat on the edge of the bed. "You don't trust me with your life."
Nikita quickly shook her head. "I trust you Roscoe. You've been my protector for almost 5 years now. It's just that your father was the best protector I have ever had."
"You're not even giving me a chance to do something Nikita. Here in the US you're as safe as everyone else is so I practically don't do anything. Just give me a chance."
Nikita's emerald green eyes bored into Roscoe's brown ones. She sighed and turned her head away. "Alright. I'll come down in a moment."
Roscoe smiled softly at her. "Thanks Nikita." He stood and walked quietly out of her room.
Nikita sat in silence for a few seconds before looking around her room. At first glance she seems like a regular teenage girl with posters of Kings of Leon, Justin Bieber, and Jason Derulo but the truth is that she is anything but. The next 15 minutes went by quickly as she said goodbye to Roscoe's parents, her old protectors, and got into the family's Rolls-Royce. She may look like a regular rich teenage girl, but she is actually a demigoddess.
-*- Airport -*-
"So I think that we can bring movies onto the plane, once they get scanned and FBI inspected, but we have to leave our phones, IPods, and any other electronic device in either the luggage or the carryon bags. Thing is they have be turned off and once again inspected by the police. Man, I remember the days when we just got on the plane you know? It's all these terrorists fault." Roscoe's voice was the only thing Nikita was trying to pay attention to but it is difficult when you worry for your life the moment you step of a plane. "I can't believe the flight is 16 hours and 30 minutes long. I'm just glad that we are leaving at 3:40 pm and not at 3:40 am. I don't think I would have been able. What about you Nikita?"
"Yeah. Defiantly not."
"Come on Nikita! Live a little." Roscoe placed his hands on her shoulders. "Those Greek deities don't even know you exist. They won't even recognize you. Besides, the luggage is being transported to the plane and in 16 and a half long hours we'll land on Crete, meet our tour guide for the next 2 weeks. I really hope that the guide is a hot girl. That would so totally rock!" Roscoe removed his hands and fell into a day dream about what the tour guide will look like.
Nikita sighed. Oh Roscoe. I wish I could live a little but I just can't. I'm worried, not only for me but for you and your parents. If we die in Greece what will they say, what will they do when they find out their little boy is gone? I can't even imagine. Nikita closed her eyes. I don't want to be the cause of your death.
-*- On the plane -*-
"I think that I should plan out our schedule for the first 2 hours and then eat for the next hour then fall asleep and I usually sleep for 8 hours so that's 11 hours wasted. Hm… Then I could watch a movie for the last bit and eat again during the movie… That should be it." Roscoe tapped his chin with his pen. He looked over to Nikita. "What do you think?"
Nikita smiled and shook her head. "I swear your stupid scheduling."
"Don't my scheduling." He said defensively. "It's one of my OCDs."
Nikita giggled. "It's fine Roscoe." She shook her head and looked out the window. Roscoe doesn't really have OCD, he just has this thing, ever since he was little, to schedule everything. That's why he's such an A student in college and he can still practice his fighting skills with his dad. Nikita did have to admit though, that scheduling out what to do on the plane is actually a smart thing. Nikita personally rather sleep now and be awake during the night so she can see the lights of cities from above. That always fascinated her. She raised her arms above her head, stretched and yawned. "Good night Roscoe." She got herself comfortable while he started yelling at her.
"You're going to sleep now? We just got in the air like 15 minutes ago! Nikita! Come on! You've got to help me with the land scheduling! Nikita!"
"'Night." She said tiredly as she quickly drifted to sleep.
-*- Night -*-
Nikita gradually awoke from her sleep. She yawned and stretched once more, being careful of the sleeping Roscoe beside her. A flight attendant saw her wake up and quickly made her way to her. "Excuse me." The flight attendant whispered. "Do you need anything to perk you up?" She said adding an incredibly big smile on her face.
Nikita yawned once more. She muttered an apology and looked at the attendant's name tag. 'Lisa' it read. "Yes actually. Coca Cola please. Oh and could you tell me how long into the flight we are?"
Lisa nodded. "We are about 12 hours in the flight ma'am."
Nikita nodded. "Thank you." With a small nod Lisa moved towards the back of the plane. Nikita looked over towards Roscoe. If you followed your schedule then right now you are behind on watching your movie and eating. We're going to have to eat at the hotel when we get there. Nikita cracked her knuckles and neck and lowered down the tray in front of her. Lisa came back and carefully gave Nikita her soda. "Thank you and I don't need anything else." Once again Lisa nodded and left. Nikita twisted the bottle and took a long sip of soda. She then stared blankly at the seat in front of her. She then suddenly realized that she has been dying to get a pure Greek gyro.
In about 30 minutes time Roscoe woke up with a loud yawn. "That was a good sleep." He looked over to Nikita who smiled at him and waved. "Hey. You're awake."
"Yeah, and by the way you were asleep for an extra hour and a half."
"Ah man that throws me off my schedule!"
Nikita laughed and Lisa appeared then. "Excuse me sir, do you need anything?"
Roscoe looked at Lisa. "Yes actually. Two bags of peanuts and a Coke if you will."
"Right." Lisa said as she walked towards the back of the plane.
Nikita leaned in closer to Roscoe's ear. "You know that she thinks your cute right?"
Roscoe looked at her. "Really? How can you tell?"
"You are clueless! She was giving you all of the signs."
"What signs?"
Nikita groaned and placed a hand to her forehead. "Idiot." She mumbled before looking straight at the seat. She did though look at him through the corner of her eye.
"What signs?" Roscoe repeated.
Lisa came to his side then. She lowered Roscoe's tray for him and placed three bags of peanuts and his soda down before him. "Would there be anything else?" Lisa placed a hand daintily on the seat in front of Roscoe and her other hand was placed as daintily on his left arm rest. Lisa then batted her mascara lined eyelashes towards Roscoe. Nikita shook her head. If Roscoe didn't see all the signs from this then he's dumber than he seems.
Roscoe just starred at the bags of peanuts before him. He then looked up at Lisa. "Excuse me, I only asked for two bags, not three."
Nikita placed a hand over her mouth to contain her laughter from Lisa's shocked expression. She was sure that she would have either slapped him for not noticing the signs or burst out crying because of his stupidity. She did neither. She sucked in a deep breath of air and straightened. "I gave you an extra bag for you to enjoy sir."
"Oh thanks. Very kind of you."
"You're welcome." She then turned and walked stiffly to the back of the plane.
Roscoe turned his head to look at Nikita. "Was there any signs there?"
Nikita turned around in her seat. "Are you kidding me? She was reeking of pheromones."
"Oh… Was giving me an extra bag a sign?"
"No duh doofus."
Roscoe only shrugged as he opened his first bag of peanuts.
-*- Crete Airport -*-
"Freedom!" Roscoe yelled the moment he stepped into the airport. He got some looks but he ignored them. "Come one Nikita; let's go get our bags then meet at the guide at the bus loop." He grabbed Nikita by her wrist and pulled her along.
"Roscoe wait! I'm carrying a bag you know!"
He ignored her. "Come on Nikita!" I just love when the first luggage comes out.
They reached the luggage pick up and Nikita plopped down onto a bench. "Ugh…" She groaned. Roscoe sat beside her. "Can't wait to meet our guide."
"Oh please." Nikita panted out. "You just want to see if she's a hot tour guide. You don't even know if he'll be a she."
"Oh I know she's a she. I can feel it!"
"Well let's hope it's not the peanuts."
Roscoe looked at her. The luggage then started pulling out and Roscoe was the first to reach the snakelike train. Nikita just sat back and let Roscoe do all the work. She found herself looking around the airport, hoping that there was no god or goddess watching her or worse, in the airport. "Found your Nikita!" Roscoe yelled as he pulled out a light red luggage and placing it beside him.
In about 25 minutes Roscoe's luggage and Nikita's shoe luggage (an: I actually based this on me. I have a clothes luggage and a shoe luggage because shoes take up to much space in with the clothes) was found and the two made their way to the bus loop. There they waited by a sign that said 'Greek Tours'. For the next 20 minutes more people started coming up and the whole tour group was able to introduce themselves. By this time it was 8:25pm and the whole group became tired and hungry. Then, as if on cue, their tour guide appeared.
"Ya-sas." Female tour guide looked around her early 20's, maybe 21, with what looked like mid-back length hair tied back in a high ponytail by a purple ribbon. Her hazel colored eyes looked over the 15 or so people group. Roscoe smiled at her and she nodded. She then looked out towards the others. "Hari-ka pou sas gno-ri-ssa. Me lene Alexandra Sica." She then giggled at the confused face. "You didn't understand me?" After receiving a few nods she giggled again. "I'm sorry. I said 'Hello. Please to meet you. My name is Alexandra Sica.'" She smiled at the group who all 'oohed'. "I am your tour guide in your visit to my Greece. I was born and raised here and I have a master's in Greek culture and mythology."
Nikita felt herself stiffen. Roscoe beside her elbowed her a few times. He then leaned in and whispered in her ears. "Told you she was a girl! And she is so hot!"
Alexandra smiled after she finished talking about herself. "I am very sorry for being late. I would have been here sooner but I had a family problem." She looked around. "You see, my family hates that I am a tour guide. They wanted me to be a professor or something. But I am very happy to be here. I love to travel and this is the job for me. Now if you would please follow me to our bus so we can check in to the hotel and have dinner yes?" The group followed her, or more like her flag, like a sick puppy.
Roscoe walked quickly to her side. "Ah… Hello Miss Sica. I'm Roscoe Bailey Desoto V." He extended his free hand towards her.
"Ya-sas Mr. Desoto." She shook his hand with her free hand.
"Please, call me Roscoe." He said as he dropped his hand. "Mr. Desoto's my father."
She giggled softly. "Ok Roscoe, as long as you call me Alex." She giggled once more before stopping at the open doors of a bus. "You can either place you luggage in the compartments outside the bus or you can hold them inside the bus. Thank you." She said the group arrived the bus.
Nikita panted heavily as she stood by Roscoe. "Could you maybe not abandon me again? This is really heavy."
Roscoe shook his head quickly. "Oh sorry Nikita. Let me help you with that." He took her larger luggage. He then rolled both luggages to one of the bus's compartments and lifted the luggage one at a time into it. Roscoe then looked over to Alex and waved. She smiled and waved back.
Nikita scoffed. "Show off."
Roscoe grinned at her and took her last luggage and lifted into the bus.
The bus shortly rolled off towards the hotel where the tour group checked in, ate and then fell to sleep, except for Nikita who starred at the white ceiling above her. I hope this doesn't turn out to be a mistake. She thought grimly to herself as she slowly closed her eyes.
Here's to the first chapter. 7 pages long in word. Anyways please review. Below are some translations.
Translations:
Me lene – my name is…
Hari-ka pou sas gno-ri-ssa – please to meet you
Ya-sas – hello/goodbye