The Jinchūriki and the Olympians Chapter 2

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"Talking"

"Yelling"

'Thinking'

"Demon or God Talking"

'Demon or God Thinking'

Gaara was genuinely confused when he woke up in a place that was definitely not the desert. Seriously, what the fuck?! How did he go from a desert, to a gigantic park, wearing something entirely different and healed? He sighed, looking around him as people passed the surprisingly not Shukaku shinobi of suna when he looked for his siblings and dangers to him. When he first saw this people he narrowed his eyes and mentally prepared for a fight, but none came as they ignored him, walking by. He frowned at the people; they were strange… wearing weird clothes in weird colors and strange accessories. Most of them had black or brown hair with the occasional blonde that reminded him of Naruto. That immediately made him sad as he thought of his first friend disappearing a year ago after the failed mission of retrieving Sasuke. 'Damn Sasuke, why couldn't he just have returned and given up on revenge and hatred.' Gaara thought, as he recalled his own ending of hatred of the world not that long ago. "Something you shouldn't have given up on!" Shukaku said as he appeared in Gaara's mindscape, there was no bars or cage, just him and Shukaku with nothing in between them as they glared at each other. "Just because of some loud mouthed blond brat you're going to give up how you live your life?!" Shukaku snorted, giving a perfectly logical reason.

"You know it wasn't just some loud mouthed blond who changed my perspective on life, and if you should be thinking about anything, it would be where we are," Gaara said, upping his glare to his Death Glare as Shukaku did the same.

"You're trying to order me around, me?" Shukaku laughed his very much annoying laugh in his shriek voice. "I'm going to find out where we are and what happened, but only because I want to you little brat." Shukaku said upping his glare to his Death Glare 2 as Gaara upped his again.

"Says the tankui with an annoying voice and laugh," Gaara retorted, finally winning the glaring contest as Shukaku lost his concentration. This infuriated Shukaku as Gaara's expression went from glare to emotionless again. 'I should just take over his body now while he's… wait, where'd all his injuries go?!" Shukaku growled as he thought because now he couldn't take over the boy just yet. "You work on that, I'll go ahead and look for my… siblings," Gaara said frowning, unfamiliar with the word.

"Fine. Know this though, this is a onetime only deal, got it teme?" Shukaku said glaring at Gaara's back as he turned away. After that, the mindscape was gone and he was back in the park, people finally starting to notice him, glancing at him or muttering something about crazy kids who talked to themselves. Gaara realized he had been whispering his conversation to himself, sometimes he did that when Shukaku (which rarely if ever) talked to him without trying to take over his body and putting his in excruciating pain with a massive headache after he stopped attacking his brain. Gaara then looked down at himself; he was wearing black pants that fit him perfectly without showing off the muscle underneath, a red short sleeved shirt with the love kanji on the front, along with the black leather jacket, a chain for a belt, and a grey umbrella sitting next to him. 'Why would I need an umbrella, it's not going to rain, is it?' As soon as he said that, it started raining and the people got out umbrellas. Gaara grabbed his and opened it, noticing a black messenger's bag (the ones with the strap that go over your shoulder and go on your hip) with his name written on it. He quickly grabbed it and slung it over his shoulder, not wanting to get it wet and picked up the hat and bandana attached to it with a note on it that read, "Most people here don't have blood red hair like yours so put this on your head and you should stop getting some weird looks and put this bandanna on to hide your love kanji." Gaara frowned but put the cap and black bandana on and got up, shoved his hand in his pockets (as that was what the other people were doing) and started walking to who knows where.

Normally Gaara would be the emotionless person we all know and love (yes I'm breaking the fourth wall, deal with it), but this place was overwhelming him with feelings and he couldn't stop acting like a normal emotional person while he was here. To be truthful, it felt nice not having people glaring at him every step he took, or keeping up the emotionless person people knew him so well for. He just felt like he was letting all the pent up emotions he never felt go. Unfortunately, it was a lot of regret on his part for all the killing he did while Shukaku controlled him. He couldn't help it, but rivaling the regret, there was happiness and that made him really friendly, like everyone he passed he said hi to or waved at them. Then he would look at them closer and think that they looked like someone he had killed… oh well, they were in the past… kinda. He had completely forgotten about Temari and Kankuro as he was fascinated by all the strange objects, like the thing they called a skyscraper or the thing they called the flat screen TV he saw in windows of shops. To normal everyday New Yorkers they saw a teenage boy spinning around in circles looking in awe at the TV's and skyscrapers. This normally happened when someone from the country visited New York, but not to this extent like they had never seen a TV before. Eventually it all wore off and Gaara turned into a slightly normal person, with normal everyday emotions, a strange sense of humor, he didn't look at everything like it was from another planet (which it kinds was), and his voice turned into a kinder, less rough, mature teenager/young adult voice.

Gaara had gone to all of the hospital in New York besides one. He looked up at the large white building, frowning as the sun sunk further into the sky, making it even darker than it already was. He grunted and walked in, pushing open the glass door to the hospital. He went to the registration desk and the person in it looked at him surprised, as if you wouldn't find someone like him here. "Im looking for a blonde, four ponytails, a lot of scratches, maybe fainted or something like that and a brown haired boy In a black jumpsuit, cat ears, and wears makeup/paint on his face in a strange design along with a stab wound in his arm," Gaara said, looking bored at the attendant as he frowned.

"Are you a relative or something?" The man questioned, typing on his computer, not looking at Gaara.

"So you do have them here?" Gaara said surprised, he didn't really think they would be here.

"Yeah… suppose so, but are you?"

"Yeah, I am. I'm their brother," Gaara said stepping back and getting ready to walk to the room they were at.

"Alright, their numbers are 201 and 202, what's your full name?" The man said finally looking away from his computer, opening a cupboard and pulling out a lanyard with a card with name place.

Gaara thought for a millisecond, he wasn't going to give them his real name, "My name is Percy Jackson," he lied smoothly. The man wrote down his fake name and the rooms he was allowed into then gave it to the supposed Percy. Gaara took it, put it around his neck, and nodded in thanks to the man and started walking off.

"Go up the stairs and take a left!" The man called after him, watching him go. 'Percy Jackson… now where have I heard that name before…' He shrugged and went back to his work. "Oh and they… have a problem…"

Gaara ran up the stairs and then took a left, running his fingers against the walls as he walked, searching the hallway for his numbers until he finally found them. He opened the door and was blinded by the sun and whiteness; he stumbled back and covered his eyes. "Hello?" He heard a voice as someone got into a sitting position. Gaara opened his eyes slowly and lowered his eyes, to see Kankuro with his face gone of his paint, wearing a white scrub with his brown hair. "Who are you? Do I know you?" He said frowning at him. Gaara nodded, stepped in the room, closed the door behind him, and sat down in a chair.

"It's me, Gaara," Gaara said in a low voice, his foot tapping against the floor nervously.

"Who?" Kankuro said tilting his head in confusion. Gaara' eyes widened looking at him in slight fear, did he have… amnesia?! "Is something wrong? You okay dude?" He said waving his hand in front of Gaara's face.

"Do you know your name?" Gaara asked afraid of the answer.

"No, I don't remember anything, sorry. Anyway, do I know you?" He said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, I'm your brother, your name is Kankuro, and we have a sister named Temari who may or may not have amnesia too…" He paled a little at that, he could be all alone in this world; his sibling probably wouldn't get their memories back, so they wouldn't remember the past. The question was, was that a good thing or a bad thing? They wouldn't remember when he was a murder, but they wouldn't remember anyone from the past or how he became better and changed.

"That's cool, so you're my brother... and I have a sister. Well, nice to meet you Gaara!" Kankuro said, extending a bandaged hand. Gaara stared at it for a second before lifting his hand up to shake it. "Well, you should go visit our sister now, but remember to visit every day so we can go home when were better, well talk about our past later when we get home," he said as Gaara stood up and walked out the door. He closed it behind him and leaned on it, shaking slightly, and closed his eyes to regain his breath and walked across the hall to Temari's room. He opened it, looking at the empty bed, he was about to look around when he was kicked hard in the gut. Breath was knocked out of him as he stumbled back looking up, trying to fill his lungs with air.

"Crazy doctors, they keep getting weirder by the minute! I mean look at you, are you some kind of dark doctor who hates everyone?" The familiar face and figure said at the doorway. He started laughing at the hates everyone part.

"Your c-close," he managed to say as he laughed. She looked at him like he was crazy, which he was. When he finally stopped he said, "Wow, never felt so good in my life…"His eyes widened at the thought that was his first laugh and he did it in front of someone didn't remember him. "So that's my laugh…" He mumbled at the sound of it. It was deep and kind of rolled around, like when you laugh when you're on a rollercoaster.

Temari raised an eyebrow, "What are you mumbling about, punk?" She said as she started walking toward him.

"My name is Gaara, you amnesiac. You have two brothers, I'm one of them," he said, letting himself fall backwards to avoid a punch to his face, he rolled backwards and jumped up, hands in his pockets, standing up, and just looking at her with a bored expression.

"You? You're my brother? I don't think so, show me some records and I'd believe you but I don't think you have them, do you?" She said, frowning at him. That made him narrow his eyes, he had no proof that they were siblings; they didn't even look like each other… She wasn't willing to believe so she probably would never believe him.

He sighed and put his hands up, "Fine, don't believe me, see how that turns out when you have no place to go when you get out of here." She glared at him as he turned and walked away. "Oh, and get back in your room if you ever want to get out of her, Temari!" He called after her as he started to walk down the stairs. Her eyes widened at her name being told to her, she did vaguely remember her name. Dammit! That meant that kid was her brother, how did she think he was a doctor? That guy needs a therapist or something by the way he looks, pale face boy, wait he didn't have pupils! Damn no pupil's kid!

As Gaara left the hospital after answering some questions from the attendant, he looked up into the sky to check the time. It was sunset, the sun was hardly in the sky and the moon could clearly be seen out, ever if you couldn't see any of the stars, which was strange since he had always seen the stars out at night since he was born. Now was the time to look at what was in his bag, since he hadn't looked in it yet at all. He decided to go to the park, as he made his way there, he noticed there was almost no people and the sun was completely gone. When he finally made his way there, there were no people around. He looked up again and estimated the time was about 10:35. He then sat on the bench he was on before and opened up the messengers bag scanning over the contents. Inside was a bag with strange orange cubes in it along with a note, a canteen with some kind of liquid in it with a note, a few notebooks, books, a wallet with the red uzmaki clan symbol on it, and a thing he saw in a store, a black IPod and black earbuds. He then looked at the large bag of red… candy? He opened it, grabbed one of the sugary, limp, string like candy and popped it in his mouth. His eyes widened and immediately thought, 'If god exists, this is what they eat, besides ramen in Naruto point of view.' He looked at the bag, it was full of the god food, and he actually almost drooled. Of course he didn't though; Sabakuno Gaara of the sand did NOT drool! He had to savor these; he quickly shut the bag, put it back and grabbed the IPod. He put the earbuds in his ears and turned on the IPod, he scrolled through the list of songs until he came across Stitches by Shawn Menedes, but not that he knew who that was. He clicked on it and it started playing. 'It's actually… good, wow. No, it's great.' He thought as he whispered the lyrics to himself.

Time passed, well actually 25 minutes of listening to music passed before anything eventful really happened. He met someone; well actually they ran into him as they were walking really. He looked up at the figure in the dark. "Hello?" The figure said as it stepped back; it was a kind adult female's voice. He didn't answer as started to stand up as he shut off the IPod and put it and the earbuds in his pocket. He then started to close his bag when the light across the walkway finally spurted into life, shinning proudly. He immediately glared at the lamp and it seemed to dim a little bit, but didn't stop producing light. "Shouldn't you be at home? It's quite late for a kid your age." The women said. He looked at her, black long hair, and wore a blue, white, and red dress that read, Sweet on America. He looked at her face a bit more, green blue eyes, almost sea green. He shook his head at the motherly voice. Dammit! He should have just said yes… but she seemed like a mother, a mother he never had, and he was tempted to answer truthfully to whatever she asked. "You don't have a home?" He shook his head again. "What's your name?" She asked suddenly.

"Saba- I mean, Gaara Sabakuno," Gaara said frowning at the weird way people said names, his just sounded weird now.

She nodded, "How old are you? Where are your parents?" Her voice was worried, his eyes widened, this stranger was worried about him? He sibling cared for him but they never seemed worried about him. He sat down as she sat down on the bench.

"Im 14, my mother died when I was born, my father died when I was 12, my siblings have amnesia, and I don't have anywhere to stay because no one knows me here," Gaara blurted out, everything kinda of just catching up to him, even earlier he was holding back emotions. He bites his lip as tear slipped out of his eyes and fell to the ground. That was the first time he cried since Yashamaru had tried to kill him. "My uncle and everyone else related to me besides my sibling are dead," Gaara said, running his hands through his hair tears streaming across his cheeks, shaking, his eyes wide, and trauma of killing people overflowing. The women stared at him in shock at the boy crying before her, shaking, completely different from the emotionless face she had seen before. She slowly put her hand on his shoulder, he jerked away but then he leaned on her shoulder as he cried silently. She put her arm around his shoulder and ran her other hand through his hair trying to calm the boy down as he shook. The kid kind of reminded her of Percy actually, Percy kept his feelings to himself some of time and kept his darker emotions bottled up. Of course it wasn't to this extent, this boy seemed like he had kept his emotions bottled up his life, never crying or telling anyone how he felt.

The crying stopped after a minute, but it was enough for Gaara. "S-sorry," he mumbled as he got into a better sitting position and wiped his tears off his face. She shook her head. "What's your name?" He asked, looking up at her.

"My name is Sally Jackson, you're welcome to stay at my place for tonight, tomorrow we can find out a place for you to live. How old are you siblings?" Sally asked him, smiling kindly.

"15 and 16, they're kind of loud but their kind to me," Gaara said, tilting his head as Sally got up.

"C'mon, I'll call a taxi for us to go home," She said, starting to get up. Gaara immediately got up, closed his bag, grabbed it, slung it over his shoulder, and then started walking after her. The exited the park and stopped by the street, waiting for a taxi to pass, but none came. It was a little unusual but it was late. "We'll just walk there, should just take us about 30 minutes," Sally said frowning at the lack of cabs.

"Where is it?" Gaara said looking at her.

"It's near Long Island, s-"Gaara crouched down holding his arms reaching behind him. "What are you doing?"

"Get on, it's a piggyback ride, it'll get us there faster, but you should hurry up and close your eyes," he muttered, looking at her so intensely that she just did it without question. She got on him and shut her eyes. He got up and then she heard running, wind in her ears, and then she felt like she was falling, she almost opened her eyes. "Don't open your eyes!" Gaara shouted, and she immediately closed them again. A few seconds later, she heard a sharp crack, after that she heard running again until he crouched down again. She opened her eyes and got off of him, looking at her surrounding's, her apartment was right in front of her. She looked at Gaara in shock as he got up and looked at her. "Something wrong?" He asked her frowning. She shook her head and walked to the stairs, walking up, grabbed her keys, and opened the door with them. He followed and shut the door after him. She then walked to Percy's room where he stayed during the time he wasn't at Camp Half-Blood or on a quest. She then opened it and gestured for Gaara to go inside and he stepped in, looking at his surrounding's, it was small, but there was a bed and a place to put his stuff so it was okay for him.

"You can stay here for now, tomorrow you're going to have to sleep on the couch for a bit because my son is coming home tomorrow," she said, looking at him. "Oh, what's your favorite color?"

This made Gaara think a bit before answering, "Red." She nods and walks out of the room, closing the door behind her. Gaara sets down his stuff next to them bed and collapses onto it, not able to stop himself from falling asleep.

Gaara's night was full of him just battling Shukaku for control over his body, which was not very peaceful. So when he woke up he was tired like usual and had messed up the bad as the sheets were everywhere, mostly on the floor. His right foot was stuck in the wall and his left hand was stuck in the floor so if the bed was gone, he would be hanging in a weird position. He pulled his limbs out and dust came out of the holes, along with some small pieces of wall and floor. He looked down at his clothes and saw that they were torn from physically and mentally battling Shukaku that night. He then grabbed his bag and looked for clothes, he did find some surprisingly. One was a black shirt with a girl eating a potato and underneath it said #HOTPOTATO. For some weird reason, he decided to wear that, black pants that had big pockets, the bandana, the hat, a long red coat that zipped up to his neck with two flaps that started a little below his waist, went down to a little before his heels, and went on the back of his legs. After he had taken a shower of course, because he was sweaty and kind of wet from crying and walking in the sun for so long to find his siblings. Speaking of his siblings, he had to go visit them, after he had breakfast. He walked into the kitchen, found a box of something called Cinnamon Toast Crunch and put it in a bowl, poured milk in it and grabbed a metal stich with a strange dip at the end. There were no chopsticks or anything of the sort, it was either this, or the knife with 4 prongs, or the small knife with a long handle. Yeah… no, it was the stick over the knives. He held it strangely, like you would hold a shovel or something (not that he knew that) and started to eat the food. His eyes lit up and before he knew it, the bowl looked like there was nothing in it in the first place. 'Why did that taste so good?' He shook his head frowning.

He walked up the stairs to the 2nd floor of the hospital, when he had gotten there, the attendant said he'd have to fill out some paper work next week and then he could take them home. That was a problem; he didn't have a home that could fit him and his siblings, or really a house at all. He sighed, walking to Kankuro's room to find the door open, he put his head in and immediately was hit by a kick to the face, and he stumbled back, shaking his head. Glaring at Temari, Gaara walked forward, disappeared and reappeared in the room, sitting on the chair. Temari's eyes widened and looked behind her to see him, looking at Kankuro how was looking at him with a mix of jealousy and awe. "How did you… what's going on?!" Temari demanded angrily.

"Shut up Tem! Let em speak! WHAT DID YOU DO BRAZA?!" Kankuro shouted, being braver than Gaara had ever seen.

"Did you just tell me to shut up?" Temari said dangerously quiet, her face scarily calm. Kankuro shook his head quickly, looking at her in fear. "Good, thought I heard something else, makeup man!" She said, sitting down across from the amused Gaara, a small smile on his face at their very small episode of banter, but surprised at the makeup man thing.

"Where did you get the makeup man?" Gaara asked, looking confused at Temari who glared at him.

"I remember him wearing makeup, insomniac little… brother," she mumbled the last part. Gaara raised an invisible eyebrow and nodded his head, looking at a Kankuro.

"To answer your question," they leaned in close as he spoke quietly and leaned in, "I just did." They fell over and he leaned back to a sitting position as they got up, glaring at him. He smiled a small smile again and got up, moving towards the car, hands in his pockets, keys for Sally's apartment jingling in his pocket.

"Wait," Temari said, standing up. He looked back as she smirked. "Visit every day, remember that gaki." He nodded and left at the sound of snickering from Kankuro, closing the door behind him as he rolled his eyes at his new nickname, Stitches stuck in his head from yesterday. Speaking of Stitches, he had his IPod on him… he grabbed it, turned it on, put the earbuds in and started playing the song.

When he made it back, Sally was getting out of a cab, back from home, with two big bags in her hands which looked heavy. He walked to head and grabbed one of the bags she put down and waited for her to get out of the car. "Thanks, Gaara," she said as she got out. He just nodded and started walking towards the stairs, he walked up them. He was about to open the door when he heard a bang, I whipped around and saw… was that a gigantic man cow?! He saw Sally staring at it as it ran along the street toward them, sniffing. It had thick, white horns, was ten feet tall, had a nose ring, wore a grey one shoulder vest, and wore black pants covering his furry legs. "Go, go, go!" Sally shouted at him, running up the stairs. He dug his hand in his pocket to find his keys but he didn't find them, where…? His eyes widened as he remembered the smirk on Temari face as he walked out of the room and the snickering… 'She did not so do that?!' He screamed in his head, a scowl on his face. He looked at the door, closed his eyes and ran forward, ramming into the door with his shoulder. It collapsed from the force and he stumbled into a boy with sea green eyes, black hair, an orange shirt, and jeans…. With a sword in his hand that he had grazed Gaara's side with. The boy stared at him, and Sally ran through the door with her bag. Gaara dropped his, turned around and walked straight out the door. Sally tried to stop him but he just walked straight through her, pushing her aside as he walked toward the railing, Sally ran out and watched in horror as he jumped over the railing. He landed in a crouch and walked toward the bull cow thing. It sniffed, lowered its head and roared, charging at him. It ran straight into him, but he only skidded back a few feet, he looked at it with distain.

"That all you got, bull man?" Gaara said in a bored tone, taking his hands out of his pockets, he held his hands out, and for the first time since he had come here, sand came to him from who knows where. It threw the bull man backwards as he folded his arms. It then came toward him, covering him with sand to make his sand armor. When it finished, there was a decent amount of sand left, enough for a gourd and sand to fill it. The bull man had gotten up, and looked at him with an almost confused look. Gaara threw a hand out and sand rushed toward the bull man covering him, "Sabaku Kyuu." The sand coffin then exploded into sand and golden dust, showering him with it, all that was left was the grey vest, shrunk down to Gaara's size. He walked toward it and picked it up; slipping it on over his zipped up red coat as the sand began to form a gourd. It formed on his back, attached to the vest , full with sand, a cork made of sand only stopping it from coming out. He threw off the bandana and hat, revealing his blood red hair and scar on his forehead.

Percy was stunned, was this the kid his friend was always talking about? Gaara? It looked like how Naruto described him, just a little older and talked more. He so had to tell Naruto as fast as he could, but this stupid sand wouldn't let him move!

Gaara stared at the Jacksons as they told him about Greek gods and all other kinds of things, like about Camp Half-Blood and clear sighted mortals. In the end, Gaara believed them, he didn't know a lot about the world, and it seemed no one else in their apartments noticed what was happening outside which was the cause of the mist. When they finished, they looked like they didn't think he believed them and like they were ready for an argument that what they said was a lie. "Okay," Gaara said in a bored tone, thinking about his siblings and why he couldn't use his sand before this incident.

"What?" They said in unison, surprised as they almost fell off their chairs.

"I said okay, I'm going to get my siblings, maybe we can brainwash them so they won't argue that Greek gods don't exist. Once we get back, we'll go to this camp," Gaara said getting up, going to the bathroom to change because golden dust covered him from the explosion.

When Gaara got out, he was wearing a black shirt beneath the same red coat and vest, grey pants with pockets, multiple gray belts that attached to the vest, and black boots, his bag slung over his shoulder. He touched the gourd and it appeared on his back, attaching itself to his vest. He took his wallet out of his bag and threw it on the table to pay for the damage, whatever was in there should pay for the damages he had made. He walked out the door, jumped on top the building and started running toward the hospital.

When he got there, it was 8 at night so he just broke in, I mean through the windows. Kankuro shot up fast when Gaara woke him from his resting state. He looked at him and Kankuro said, "What the hell are you doing here… and why is the window open?"

"Reasons," Gaara said as he threw Kankuro a black shirt and pants, along with black shoes and socks that hit him in the face "Put this on, makeup man."

"But-"Kankuro started, but when Gaara gave him his glare he stopped, got up and went to the bathroom. While Kankuro was in the bathroom Gaara went to Temari room. The same thing happened, but they had a glaring contest before Temari went to the bathroom. He went back to Kankuro's room to find him waiting for him, then Temari came in after a little bit and they were ready. "What's happening?" Kankuro asked as Gaara walked to the window. "And why are you wearing that gigantic gourd and weird clothes?" Gaara just turned and glared at him at the clothes remark.

"Pfft…" Gaara said looking away,"Yeah right." He said as he crouched on top of the windowsill, the wind blowing in his hair, the moon seeming to make his scar shine. He then jumped out of the window. Kankuro screamed and ran toward the window, looking down, what he saw almost made him pass out, instead he just stood there shocked. His brother was standing sideways, defying gravity as he smirked at Kankuro. He grabbed Kankuro and pulled him down, he didn't even react, he just swung there, nothing but the street below him. He then heard a gasp and then saw Temari hanging from Gaara's other hand. "Al-," Gaara was then hit by a rock that appeared out of nowhere. He then dropped the now screaming Kankuro.

At one time, Temari was just swinging there when gaki dropped her other brother down into the streets that would definitely kill him if he fell down. She looked up at Gaara whose eyes were completely white, blood going down the side of his head. His feet detached from the side of the building and the plummeted down, Gaara's uncouncious form holding her close to him. Before she could do anything, all three of them hit the ground in a gigantic crack. Then she passed out.

When she woke up, she was moving, but not really moving, like when you were in a car. She sat up immediately and looked down to find herself flying on a platform. She then heard a string of curses and looked up to see Gaara cursing, his back turned to her. "Hey, what-?" She was cut off by Gaara.

"Shut up brat, if he let me, I would be killing you two and everyone in this city. Stupid world, stupid boy," He muttered as he turned around and he saw his eyes. They were different from his normal eyes, theses eyes took on a deep blue dimand shape in the middle of his eyes, a sand colored background, and 4 dots in every corner. "Be nice, Shukaku." She heard her brother normal voice but seemed like it came out of nowhere as her brother's mouth didn't move. "You're trying to order me around again? HA!" Her brother said, that was not really brother. "Temari, meet Shukaku, Shukaku, meet Temari. Can you p-unch, never mind." Gaara said as Temari punched the surprised Shukaku/Gaara in the face and his eyes changed to his normal eyes. Gaara shook his head and crouched down, pushing Temari to the ground again, the sand holding onto her as they flew across the sky.

"What's going on? How are we flying where's Kankuro?" Temari questioned Gaara as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. 'This is strangely a lot harder to do than when were back home.' He frowned ignoring Temari to concentrate. Then Temari kicked him in the back, somehow getting out of the sand bindings, pushing him off the platform, the sand grabbed him but he wondered if she did that on purpose or… it didn't matter. The sand pulled him back up and he sat down on the edge of the platform, a belt of sand going over his waist in case he was kicked again. Over the course of the ride, there were about 40 groans from Kankuro and 25 kicks from Temari over the 2 minute ride. Once they made it back to the Jackson apartment, sweat was constantly pouring down his face as they landed. 'Was there more gravity here?' He thought as he stumbled off the platform, the sand going into his gourd. Temari pulled Kankuro up when she got up and followed after Gaara who ran up the stairs. When they got in, Sally and Percy were waiting at the table, ready to go, well Percy was sleeping on the table, drooling, talking in his sleep.

"Gaara, your back, we need to go soon, so go get anything you've left and lets go," Sally said standing up and waking Percy up. Gaara nodded and disappeared into the bedroom of Percy. Who shot up like a rocket and then looked around confused. That got a snicker from Temari and Kankuro, who then Percy looked at and frowned. 'That girl looks kinda like… uh. That other kid, the smile, the nose, a kid of…' He couldn't remember because he just woke up and his brain was foggy, not that it would matter anyway, his brain was clogged with seaweed. Gaara reappeared from the bedroom, bag slung over his shoulder and the Jacksons got up, walking out the front door, the Sand Siblings following him. The car they got in had 4 seats, so Gaara sat on the top, using chakra to stay on as he stood on the roof, looking for any kind of danger. Thirty minutes passed and they suddenly stopped, Gaara released his chakra and walked down the roof of the car, looking up at the hill with the gigantic tree with a creature that looked like a dragon curled around it, a golden rug like object hung from one of the branches. "Here we are, I'll see you Percy when you help them get situated into the camp.

"Wait, what camp?" Kankuro said, looking confused at Gaara, who though he was short, thought that he was the older brother.

"I'll explain it later," Gaara said, starting to walk up the hill when he stopped and looked up. On the top was a gigantic dog, evil eyes, a big tongue, and fangs sharp. Gaara narrowed his eyes as the dog leaped, claws extended to kill Gaara. The sand just moved in as Gaara took off the cork and stopped the beast, the sand crushed the dog and gold dust rained down. Gaara walked right through it and the sand went back in the gourd, Gaara corking it again. He just walked up the hill as the others just watched in stunned silence from the Sabaku Kyuu Gaara used on the hellhound. Then they all ran after him besides Sally as she got in the car and drove away from the place.

"We need to talk about how you're doing that, because that is not usual, for a mortal or a demigod," Percy said, looking at the now nicknamed Sandman in jealously. Sure, he could control water, but water couldn't crush your opponents into dust! Gaara just nodded as he crossed the boundary, his siblings crossing too, meaning they were all demigods. As they entered, Chiron came up to them.

"Who are these three? They must be demigods… ah Percy, what are you doing with these demigods?" Chiron asked, looking at them all.

"I don't really know… but this one's Sandman," Percy said sheepishly as he pointed at the red head as they started walking.

"My names Gaara, these are my siblings, Temari and Kankuro. They both have amnesia, so we can brainwash them right away to know Greek gods exist," Gaara said, completely serious, his shinobi side kicking in, a good shinobi would take advantage of their amnesia and brainwash them. His siblings stepped away from him, confused and kind of irked that their sibling would suggest that. Chiron looked at him strangely, like he was thinking wrong.

"No, no. We don't brainwash people here if they have amnesia, Gaara. We'll introduce you all to Mr.D and then we'll put you all in Hermes Cabin unt-", Two light then shined, both above the Sandman's siblings. The girl had a war helmet and small owl above her head. The symbol of Ares and, what seemed like a descendant of Athena. The boy had winged sandals shining above his head with a small owl. A son of Hermes and a descendant of Athena again. He frowned as he looked at Gaara, he was their brother right? So he must be a descendant of Athena too, but no claim, strange. He and Percy kneeled, along with the campers that surrounded them as they were almost the big house. "All hail, Kankuro, son of Hermes, descendant of Athena. All hail, Temari, daughter of Ares, descendant of Athena."