SailorStar9: Well, Chapter 2 is out, and to compensate for the shortness of Chapter 2, I give you a longer Chapter 3. So, please be a dear and read and review.

Disclaimers: I do not own Sailor Moon nor Percy Jackson & the Olympians. I, however, do own the plot and the pairing.

Chapter 3: How It All Began


"Hey Uncle." Hermes greeted Hades, having brought another group of souls to the Underworld.

"Nephew." Hades nodded. "I assume this isn't a social visit." He remarked. "You aren't one to drop by for a simple greeting."

"No, it isn't." Hermes agreed. "Hermia." He pushed his five-year-old daughter forward. "Say hello to your granduncle."

"Hello, granduncle." The navy-haired girl said shyly.

"Oho," Hades barked in amusement. "I see even the Messenger God has fallen to the temptations of the flesh. Barbara, Nicolai, Alice!" he hollered.

"Yes, father?" Barbara ran in, with her younger siblings in tow.

"You have a new playmate." Hades grinned.

"Hey, Uncle Hermes." Barbara grinned at her favorite uncle. "And who might you be?" she peered curiously at Hermia who had shrank behind her father's legs.

"My daughter." Hermes declared proudly. "Hermia," he knelt down to see his daughter eye-to-eye. "Go play with Barbara and her siblings. Your granduncle and I are going to discuss boring adult stuff that'll put you to sleep."

"Okay." Hermia nodded.

"Hey, I'm Barbara." Hades' oldest daughter reached out her hand.

"I'm Hermia." Hermia returned the gesture.

"Nicolai."

"I'm Alice, and I'm so happy to meet you!" Alice beamed, hugging a surprised Hermia tightly.

"Please forgive my younger sister." Barbara chuckled nervously, Nicolai pulling his twin off the startled girl. "It isn't often that we get children our age in the Underworld. Come on." She tugged their new playmate off.


Five years later…

"ARGH! I don't get this!" Nicolai screamed in frustration, slamming his head onto the textbook. It had been two years since the children had enrolled into Academy Full-Blood and taking lessons from the younger Gods.

"It isn't that bad." Hermia assured.

"Easy for you to say," Nicolai blew a raspberry at his best female friend. "Miss Teacher's Pet."

Hermia frowned, "I thought I told you explicitly not to call me that. Nicolai," she sat down on the seat beside him. "Everyone has his strengths and weaknesses. Take me, for example, I may be good at academics, but I suck at direct combat."

"When Lady Hecate taught us to control the Mist," Nicolai pointed out. "You outshone everyone else." The words 'including me' were left unsaid.

"Big brother's just mad that his crush outperformed him in just about everything." Alice teased, joining the pair.

"Alice!" Nicolai protested, flushing.

"Nicolai!" a sweet, sing-song voice rang from the corridor.

"Di Immortales!" the eldest son of Hades muttered a curse, as the incoming Pandeia running towards them.

"Mist Cover!" Hermia's thick, whitish fog cloud shielded the trio from the silvery-blonde's sight.

"Strange." Pandeia muttered, seeing the group had vanished. "I knew I saw Nicolai here."

"That's close." Nicolai sighed in relief, Hermia releasing her spell once Pandeia left. "I have no idea why she keeps doing this, when I've already told her I'm not interested."

"Because Big Brother has eyes on someone else." Alice whispered to her twin.

"Alice!" Nicolai hissed.


Time passes…

"May I have this dance?" a familiar voice snapped Hermia out of her thoughts.

"Nicolai." Hermes' daughter smiled. "Of course." She took the hand and let the son of Hades lead her to the dance floor. "I thought you won't coming." She remarked.

"Normally I won't." Nicolai admitted. "But for you…"

"I know." Hermia silenced his sentence with a stolen kiss.

"Getting bold there, Hermia." Nicolai grinned. "You've been hanging around Barbara and Alice too much. Careful there." He warned. "And a twirl here." he spun her out and pulled her back in, before ending the dance routine by catching her around the waist.

"You never told me you were such a great dancer." Hermia blinked in awe, after Nicolai went to get two cups of fruit punch.

"You never asked." Nicolai shrugged. "Here." He handed Hermia a cup.

Hermia took and sip and coughed, "Did Dionysus spike the punch?"

"I think he did." Nicolai winced, giving the orange colored drink a testing taste.


SailorStar9: Now that's done, read and review.