Cloud Filled Sky (Downing Out the Rest)

IMPORTANT: I tried to edit the second chapter a bit and make it seem less rushed. I'm not sure I managed but I tried to make it better. Sorry for being sloppy. And just a reminder 'Leo is old'.

And How Dare You guys give me an actual plot to this story.

As promised a new chapter.

Enjoy

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Chapter three

His world came crashing down around him the first time when he was standing in front of the gods in the throne room after Gaia had finally been sent to sleep again. The seven had been called forth one after one to get their prize for completing the prophecy and had saved the world again from doomsday again.

Piper had been called first getting the title of a hero of Olympus and getting a blessing from Aphrodite before it was Leo's turn and after that Frank where the god's Roman counterpart had shone through before they shifted back when Annabeth walked forward. She got the title of a hero of Olympus once again having gotten it for a second time now but the title of a survivor of Tartarus followed just after. After that Hazel had her turn, Jason had his and then as the last, he was called forth.

Zeus had apparently gotten over his hatred of him just enough at that moment to actually give him the titles. He got the same as Annabeth before he was just waiting for his dad to do something so he could leave to visit his mom. Poseidon had stepped forward, down from his throne and had stood before him and gave him his blessing.

Apparently, it should help him control more of the power that came with being a child of Poseidon but Percy could care less at that moment. Just as he was about to walk away again Zeus had called out to him again.

"We're not done here demigod."

And that was when he knew he was doomed. Before he could ask what more there could possibly be, he felt a searing pain flare through his body and he crumbled to the floor while screaming. He could hear his friends behind him as they ran towards him before their steps suddenly halted and someone began to shout at the gods, but before he could register what they were saying he passed into the world of darkness.

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He woke up three days later and the gods told him that the Fates had chosen him to bear the title of Immortality, to be the only human being to never die. Later that day he found out on the TV that they had been a minor earthquake felt in the area around Empire State Building.

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"The Immortal Stuntman"

The first time Percy had heard them call him that he had nearly cringed. He had chosen to do stunts as a get away from the gods and his new status, to get away from the people that would look at him in awe when he walked by or if he was present. He had to stop himself from going over and telling them to "please don't call me that" and just leave it be hoping that it wouldn't spread.

And that's how he jinxed himself, he was sure of it or the Fates just thought it would be fun to fuck with him again (it wouldn't be a surprise if it was the second). His nickname as the Immortal Stuntman had spread like a wildfire and two weeks later even the director was asking if they could make him introduce himself as such, trying to gather more people with the 'status'. Percy had been so very tempted to say no but everyone had been close to getting down on their knees while hoping they could get more money out of a new name. He ended up saying yes and the next day it was official.

The first time he had introduced himself as such he was surprised over how natural it all was but brushed it off as a first time thing. The second and third time he did it for a show he really began to notice a difference and on his fifth time, it hit him.

It was how the crowd had reacted. In Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter, everyone had looked at him differently after the gods had forced the immortality down on him, some even looked scared of him and everyone was acting respectfully. It had been almost nerve-wracking how everyone had changed in how they acted around him, the people that normally wouldn't hesitate to fight him was trying not to rile him up anymore and only the seven and a few others still treated him like normal.

But here, here in front of the crowd of strangers, nothing had changed. They still scream his name as he did his stunts and gasp when he did something extra daring.

The only reputation he had among them was the one he had earned by training for it. No special powers from a godly parent or a title from a prophecy, only him. And he loved every second of it. It was like discovering a treasure chest filled with gold coins in the abounded house you brought that you thought was haunted and overall surprisingly freeing not to have to try and hide what had become his biggest secret. If he told anything he was immortal they would probably just think he meant how he did his shows and how he never had a scratch on him after a crash. He decided that this was the best feeling in the world and began to introduce himself as such with every chance he got.

And if he found it extremely satisfying to watch Reborn's hackles rise every time he shouted out the name in his face, well then no one would blame him for continuing.

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When Percy called him (for the first time him reaching out in years), Leo didn't as much as hesitate to agree with whatever he wanted, he wouldn't even have batted an eye if he had asked for a warship with wheels, weaponized with real cannons that could shot flames out of the sides as it rolled down a street destroying the houses of his enemies on the way. If it meant building him a motorbike he would have it done in record time.

When Percy asked if he would come with it himself or send someone else, Leo already had an excuse as to why it only was him that could come, hiding it behind the curiosity of seeing the Vongola's Flame tech in person (and wasn't that just the coolest thing ever!? Machines powered on Flames. Just fantastic what the world had to offer).

Hearing that the son the sea god was associated with the Vongola was a shock 'but' Leo thought, 'it could have been worse,' it could have been a lot, lot worse.

The only thing he needed now was to give a word to Chiron and find out how to make a motorbike. Did Percy say anything about flamethrowers?

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Where Percy stood he could feel the vibration of the thundering footsteps of the monsters through the asphalt as they stormed down the street towards him, ready to tear him apart. Testing his grip on Riptide with a wide swing he felt a grin slip on his face and he bends his knees a little falling into a fighting stance as the monsters came closer. Some of the smaller faster ones had speeded past the Minotaur and reached him first with their claws aiming for his head as they jumped at him.

Percy lifted his sword and felt it sing as it hit the sharp nails and slapping the hand out of the way and sent the body of a monster with a name he wouldn't dare to try to pronounce, flying back with a kick to where the stomach should have been before he brought his sword down again and sliced it in half from the should and down. He shifted to the side and turned the next monster to dust as he watched out of the corners of his eyes the other one crumple into the wind.

He brought down three more monsters before the Minotaur finally reached him himself. The half man creature swung its ax at him in a wide swing and Percy ducked under it and slashed out with his own sword hitting the monsters legs just under where the boxers the monster was wearing stopped but not nearly deep enough to do any fatal damage. Instead of crumbling to the wound the monster seemed to get angrier and brought the ax up again ready to attack once more. Percy let out a huff of breath.

"That was a close one don't you think," Percy taunted at the monster as he ducked under one more attack. "Just a little higher and there would be nothing to hide your dignity from the world." the Minotaur let out a roar. "Not that I think that there is that much to hide."

The monsters hooves crackle against the ground as it lowered its head looking to give up on attacking with its weapon and decided the old fashion way was better. But it never got that far to test if changing attack worked because just as it had taken its first steps toward him it went up in flames. Percy stared in shock as the Minotaur vanished and found Leo standing on the other side of the pile of golden dust with the rest of the hoard spread out on the street behind him.

Leo gave him a bright smile.

"I thought you need a ha-oof" Leo was cut off by Percy as he threw himself at the elder man and engulfed him in a bone crushing hug. After a stunned second, stronger arms wrapped around him in return and gave him a tight squeeze. As they both let go and stepped a little away from each other again Percy was smiling from ear to ear he let out a breathless laugh.

"Oh man I'm sorry about that-," Percy let out a giggle (a manly giggle), "it just- oh my gods I just never knew how happy I would be to see you. Sorry for squeezing your arm." He patted his arm awkwardly. Leo shot him a smile in return.

"Nah it's nothing," he said, "just got it cut by a piece of glass on the way out," he gestured at the wrecked truck before he stared at him again with a face-splitting grin, and made a gesture with his hand at his make up cowered and pierced head. "But seriously what happened to your face."

Percy shot him a grimace, as he let out a huff of a laugh. "It's called 'fashion' look it up, old man." Percy said with all the haughtiness of a spoiled rich kid, "but I think I can ask you the same question. What's with the beard dude? I didn't think you be the type to do something like this."

Leo scratched his chin and ruffled a bit of the stubble on it as his other hand reached down into his tool belt and brought out a letter. He slung himself at Percy and draped himself melodramatically over his shoulder.

"Oh, you must know it's terrible. An old friend of mine sent me a letter," he waved the paper in front of his face without looking up, "a letter! We haven't seen each other in years and then suddenly a letter shows up just out of nowhere after I thought he was dead. Dead I tell ya. And you know what he writes in it! He asks me to build him a motorbike and bring it halfway across the world to him. And after I have worked my butt off for days, not even having time to shave," he lifted his face and pointed to the stubble as to prove a point, "I don't get as much a 'thanks' when I show up with it."

"Okay," Percy says when Leo stays draped over his shoulder showing no signs of moving soon. "Thank you then? happy?" Leo didn't move. Percy carried on. "But can I ask what's on that piece of paper since we both know I didn't send a letter?"

Leo pushed himself away from him again and shifted his weight into the tips of his toes and back again. He was grinning again. "It the blueprint for your bike of course."

Percy's face lit up.

"Now we're getting to the good stuff."

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A bit of backstory and my attempt at a badass! Leo and him being a drama queen.

I can't promise any more chapters after this and if they do come I can't promise anything about the quality of the content.

Thank you for reading.