Hello all of you lovely and not so lovely people! I have just read the reviews of the last chapter and I want to make a correction. It was Circe who turned Percy into a guinea pig but she's Hecate daughter. My bad. Well, hey, I haven't read the books in a while so there! LOL ANYway I just wanted to say that. SO! On with whatever this is called!

(Oh, and thanks for the reviews! 11 in one chapter! Maybe we could up it a bit…? Yes? No? Aw, well.)

Enjoy, nonetheless.

Chapter four

Apollo and Athena were in the Throne room. Apollo was writing horrible, ridiculous poetry and reading it out loud, much to the hatred of Athena who was trying desperately to block out the painful words that were shoved at her. She was reviewing a plan of something that is too boring to put on here when Apollo suddenly burst out, "I'VE GOT IT!"

He had said this multiple times already, all of which led up to the torture of his Haikus.

"Goddess Athena,

Listening to my Haikus

I am so awesome." He beamed with pride and Athena blinked blankly at him.

"That makes absolutely no sense what-so-ever Apollo," she stated dryly.

Apollo grabbed his chest dramatically and stared at her with wide eyes. "You hurt me Athena! How could thee offendeth thy in such a wayeth?"

Athena rolled her eyes up to the ceiling, praying to Zeus that Apollo's idiot-ness didn't rub off on her. "Just because you put 'eth' after every word doesn't make it old fashioned. You know that right?"

"Of course thy knoweths thateth!" Apollo gasped.

Athena smacked her head against the table, rather hard in fact. "Please Apollo…" she begged.

Apollo grinned and in his normal voice suggested, "Why don't you just leave if I'm bothering you so much?"

Athena shook her head stubbornly. "No. I was here first and I am staying!"

Apollo shrugged. "Your funeral, which I will be attending by the way. I would need to say a goodbye poem to you!"

"Oh yes, how could I live if I didn't have the Almighty Apollo recite a poem at my casket?" she muttered.

Apollo blinked, confused. "You wouldn't be living…don't the words 'your funeral' mean anything in that sentence?"

Athena groaned and but her head in her hands. "You will be the death of me, I swear it."

"That's what I was just saying!"

"Idiot," she mumbled into her hands.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. And anyway," he said, getting back to the topic at hand. "do you really think that you could write a better poem then moi?"

"No."

He grinned smugly until she added, "I know I can."

He scowled. "Fine then, Ms. Owl, what do you say to a poem contest? No actually, a Haiku contest."

Athena smiled, accepting the challenge. "You're on Apollo."

And thus it began.

()()()()

"The god of poems

Sucks at writing poetry

Who would have thought it?"

"Ha-ha, very funny Athena. Here's mine:

Ms. Owl is quite smug

Even though she knows she'll loose

Ha-ha, sucks for her."

"Is that the best you could do, Apollo? Ms. Owl? Even Poseidon comes up with better names then that!"

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you liked being offended!"

"Is that sarcasm?"

"No, really?"

"Okay, my turn-"

"No wait! I want to read the one I made for your funeral."

"Apollo! It's my turn!"

"Yeah, but it was my idea."

"What was?"

"This."

"Huh?"

"THIS."

"What…?

"Geezus Athena, you're pretty dumb for someone who is supposed to be wise."

"Apollo…"

"Yeah, yeah I know. You can kill me later. And speaking of death, here's your funeral poem:

Lying there so dead

You look quite ghastly and weird

I'm glad I'm not you."

"…"

"Well?"

"Here's your funeral poem Apollo. I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

"AHHHH!"

~We interrupt this story to block out some brutal scenes that have appeared. This story will return in a moment.

A moment later:

"What in the name of Zeus are you two doing?"

Athena froze in the middle of slamming Apollo's head against the floor quite brutally and looked up at the sound of Aphrodite's screech.

"ATHENA! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"

Athena slammed Apollo's head down one more time before letting go. Apollo groaned into the floor, holding his pounding head. "Muy hape hou Apena."

"What?" Athena asked to the moaning Apollo.

"I hate you Athena," Apollo mumbled, turning his head to the side.

"Aw, I hate you too!" Athena patted his head like a dog. She turned to Aphrodite who was glaring at her with her hands planted on her hips.

"What, might I so ask, are you doing?" she questioned.

"I am slamming Apollo's head against the floor, as if that wasn't obvious," Athena said calmly, as if she wasn't just trying to kill Apollo a minute ago.

"Why?" Aphrodite asked, drawing out the syllables.

Athena shrugged. "Because we were talking about my funeral (don't ask why) and then this idiot over here came up with the brilliant idea of having a poetry contest and I was winning even though he'd never admit it and then he just had to go and make a stupid Haiku that he would recite at my funeral while standing next to my casket and trying to bring me back alive. Then I said 'I'm going to kill you' and then you found us lie this."

"Wait, wait, wait," Aphrodite said, holding up her dainty hand. She turned to Apollo. "She was beating you at a poetry contest?"

Apollo blinked at her. "Of all the things in that sentence, that's the only thing that you ask about?"

Aphrodite glared at him and if looks could kill, he'd be dead. (Huh. Wonder who would recite Haikus at his funeral…heehee…)

Aphrodite turned back to Athena and exclaimed, "Athena, I've been looking everywhere for you!"

"Um…why?" Athena asked warily. After that horrid encounter with that Musical High School thing she had been very cautious when it came to Aphrodite. She feared that she would again be mercilessly tortured by who-knew-what.

Aphrodite grinned, a strange twinkle in her eye, but Athena couldn't figure out what it meant. All she knew that something bad was going to happen.

"You need to come with me right now," Aphrodite commanded.

"Uh, no thanks, I'm good here."

"Really? From what I saw you were ready to rip Apollo's neck out with your teeth."

"Hey!" Apollo shouted. "I'm still here you know!"

Aphrodite ignored him. She looked expectantly at Athena.

Athena shifted uncomfortably. "Um…"

Aphrodite rolled her eyes and dragged her to her feet. "You," she pointed at Athena. "Are coming," she made a walking- motion with her fingers. "with me." She pointed to herself.

Athena snorted. "I'm not a fiver-year old Aphrodite."

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Shut it Apollo." She snapped. "I'm not going with you. Sorry but I have work to do."

Aphrodite scoffed. "Oh yeah, you were so busy trying to crack open Apollo's head," she said sarcastically.

"Yes, I was."

"Whatever. Let's go."

"No."

Aphrodite glared dangerously at her. "Let's. Go."

Athena crossed her arms over her chest. "N-o."

"That spells no by the way," Apollo called, now sitting in his throne and writing a new Haiku.

Aphrodite put her hands firmly on her hips. "Athena…" warned dangerously.

"Aphrodite…" Athena mimicked.

"APOLLO!"

Both of the goddesses turned to look at him in confusion. He shrugged and grinned. "What? You two were both doing it."

"UGH!" Aphrodite groaned. "PLEASE Athena?"

"Please what?"

"Don't make me say it."

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about," Athena said innocently.

"Please come with me. It's important," Aphrodite pleaded.

Athena hesitated. "Oh, alright," she gave in reluctantly.

"YAY!" Aphrodite squealed and all but dragged her out of the Throne Room.

"Good luck, Athena!" Apollo called.

"Shut up, Apollo!" came the reply. He chuckled and looked down at his poem.

Athena has lost

She was terrible at poems

I am so awesome.