A/N: Gah, I'm sorry that I just totally straight up abandoned this fic, I'd give some elaborate excuse to why I haven't written, but I don't have one. My writing muse up and left and I couldn't write a single word for crap. But I'm back, and I hope that people would really review this, because those reviews fuel my writing muse. SO PLEASE REVIEW :P

Also, I changed the rating on this because I plan on putting a lot of violence, "adult language," and maybe a bit of heavy slash, but who knows. Really, the only ideas I have right now are what to do with Apollo and Hyacinth from here, so if you could leave me suggestions, that'd be pretty sweet too. And aside from this fic, I was also thinking of possibly writing some Destiel maybe? . just a thought. Alrightie, I'll stop with the insanely long author note and let your read now…. Don't forget to review… please OuO

3. Hyacinthus

He hated this schooling system. It's hard enough to speak English as it was, but now he had to deal with an up to day sophisticated way of learning? Not only that, but with some of the most moronic people Hyacinthus had ever seen in his life. Gods, this could not get any worse? At least Apollo had given him all he would need before shoving him into what Apollo had called "public high school."

"You're new, aren't you?" A girl said as he struggled to open his lock, cursing to the gods for not telling him what this infernal contraption was.

"I um… obvious?" Hyacinthus stuttered, wringing his hands as he struggled to speak proper English.

"A bit." The girl said with a laugh as he turned to face her. She had long and straight jet black hair, which just reached a bit past her chest. Her eyes were a vivid shade of green. Her pale skin had black eye shadow to go along with her black clothing ensemble.

"My name is Hyacinthus." He said to her, smiling at her with as much friendliness as he could muster.

"Daphne." She responded with a slight nod and smile, "you're from Greece, aren't you?" She asked him with a slight laugh as his expression seemed to ask how she would know that. "My dad was stationed in Greece for a while, I got used to the sound of the accent." She explained to the confused former ancient Greek.

"That and your name sort of gives it away. Hyacinthus was a Spartan prince as I recall." She said with a smile.

"And your name is a derivative of the nymph that Apollo once pursued- according to the tale." He added after hesitation, realizing that his religion and reality was now considered to be a mythology, as Apollo had told him yesterday, he had learned to much yesterday. Back in his day and age, people wouldn't have even fathomed the idea of electricity, much less the idea of an 'iPhone,' which Hyacinthus still had not yet understood why it seemed to play music in his head, quite unnerving.

"My parents love Greek mythology; sometimes I wonder if it's really out there, you know?" She sighed a bit dreamily, he could tell she liked the of gods being real, which they were, of course.

"I have considered the thought." He said awkwardly, not very good at making decent conversation with one of this culture and time period.

See, his idea of a good conversation was betting on who was going to be the next Spartan soldier to get beheaded by an Athenian soldier, which would usually be the weakest soldier, of course. A Spartan never lost, especially to an Athenian.

Snapping back to reality as the warning bell rang, he glanced nervously down at his supposed schedule. Where are these numbers supposed to lead me? He wondered in nervousness.

"Where are you headed?" She asked, taking the sheet from him, looking at it carefully. "Oh that's where I'm headed, English. The teacher, Mrs. Lambatos isn't very nice, so we better hurry." She suggested as Hyacinthus was lead in the right direction by possibly his first friend of the 21st Century.

Apollo

Apollo was worried. What if Hyacinthus was rejected by the high schoolers? Just the simple idea made the god worry out of his mind, he would hate the idea of his prince feeling rejected.

He's not yours anymore; Apollo had to remind himself with a hint of sadness pang at his heart.

"Hey there, brother."

Apollo grunted in annoyance as the sound of his younger brother, Hermes interrupted his train of thought.

"What is it, Hermes?" Apollo asked, quickly losing interest on what was going on, laying back on his bed.

"Just wanted to know how it was going to young Spartan, is all." Hermes said with a familiar glint of mischief in his eyes.

Recognizing that look almost immediately, the blonde-haired god sat up. "What are you up to, brother?" He began to ask in suspicion.

Knowing it wasn't wise to lie to the god of truth, Hermes pulled out Ares' favorite spear. "Stole it from the armory," he admitted with a proud smile.

"Get out of here with that!" Apollo cried, not wanting to be blamed for stealing something Ares thought to be the reason for existing.

"Oh calm down, he probably doesn't even realize its missing yet." Hermes reassured his older brother with a slight chuckle. "So why do you seem so worried, huh?" Hermes asked, immediately beginning to pry on Apollo's personal business.

"If you must know, I'm worried about Hyacinth." He confessed, not even bothering to try to hide how worried he was.

"Relax, Apollo. I'm sure he's fine." Hermes spoke, throwing the spear up in the air and catching it as it fell towards Apollo's face.

"Get out of here with that!" Apollo nearly screeched, shooing his brother out of his room, immediately falling onto the bed with a frustrated sigh.

Hyacinthus

If this could get any more boring than it already is, that this idea of a high school education is torture, no wonder so many people her looked so miserable. Thank the gods that it was almost time to get out of this form of hell, was all Hyacinthus could think.

He began to wonder if Apollo would be waiting to pick him up when school got out, fantasizing about how he could get Apollo to open up to him again, the stoic god had always been so closed, and now it was more than ever. The feelings Hyacinthus shared for a certain blue-eyed god never faltered, Hyacinthus loved Apollo, and he stopped caring about why he was even back in the first place.

Finally, the bell rang, signaling the end of school, and Hyacinthus had to refrain from bolting out of the school as fast as he possibly could. He'd gone eight hours without Apollo, and that's all he could possible bear.

After putting away the books he didn't need, and grabbing the ones he did out of his locker, (Daphne thankfully showed him how to open it) he left the school to find Apollo leaning against one of the fanciest cars Hyacinthus had ever seen.

"Hey there, Cinth!" Apollo called to him, Hyacinthus trying to refrain from blushing at the nickname Apollo had used to use on him all the time back in ancient Sparta.

"Hey Apollo." He said with a goofy smile on his face as he climbed into the car that Apollo had opened for him.

"So how was it?" He questioned the teen, genuinely interested on how Hyacinthus enjoyed his first day as a normal teenager.

"In all honesty?" Hyacinthus sighed, "I didn't like it. Some really dirty looking male asked me if I would like some weed." He scrunched up his face. "Why would I want a weed? They're all over the place, why should I need to by some from him?"

Apollo couldn't help but laugh at the teen's confusion, making a mental note to teach Hyacinthus of how drugs were bad and all that stuff. After all, the last thing the god wanted was to have his prince getting mixed up in the wrong crowd.

Hyacinthus was shocked to feel Apollo kiss his cheek before turning on the car. "I really missed you, Cinth. I'm glad you're back."