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'How To Bake Bread, Maime People And Fall In Love'

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Hades drove up to gate, getting out and pulling it open, before climbing back into his car.

He drove up the path, rumbling along the dirt path, driving through fields, wishing that Demeter would just live in the bloody suburbs. He ran over a chicken that was strutting across the yard, and parked next to Demeter's SUV.

He turned off his car and got out, slamming the door.

Hades, being lord of all the riches under the ground was rich, so he'd brought a very expensive sports car (in black), but standing his black executive suit, he was wishing he'd been a bit more cavalier with his appearance.

He brushed back his shoulder length black hair and thought about why he was here…

"Hades, you need to take back your life," Zeus stated.

Hades looked at him glumly, before throwing some bread to the birds. They ignored it, which wasn't new. That meant he'd just wasted his bread. Hades sighed.

Zeus looked at the bread sadly. "Bad luck."

"They only ignore my bread…," Hades sighed.

Zeus raised an eyebrow. "Gods, stop feeling sorry for yourself."

Hades looked at him.

"Yeah," Zeus said. "You heard me! I said you need to get your shit together!"

"It's together."

"No! It's all over the place Hades!"

"It's not my fault," Hades protested feebly.

Zeus stood up. "No, look I have a family, a life, and you have nothing! Why?"

Hades shrugged. "Because no-one likes me?"

"No, let me be the first to tell you, you're not exactly a hard act to follow!"

Hades stood up too, looking down at Zeus. He'd always been the tallest.

"She has someone new."

Zeus pushed him. "Just take Percy's advice! He was right, as usual! I mean, Poseidon has gone back to Sally! Talk about a success story!"

"Yes, but Perseus is charming… I'm not."

Zeus shook his head. "I'm done with you…," he made to walk away, before turning back. "Look, you might not need Persephone but I think those kids need a father!"

Hades stood there as Zeus strode off.

Hades reached into his car, pulling out roses, before walking up to the door of the farmhouse.

He muttered in disgust as a chicken shat on his shoe, but he accepted it. It was probably his fault.

He knocked, and he heard movement, before Persephone came to the door. She'd been living with her mother since the divorce, along with Nico and Bianca and he could already tell she was annoyed, from the way she was holding the door.

She looked at Hades, before shouting over her shoulder. "Nico, Bianca, you're father's here!"

Hades looked over her head into the hallway, hoping to catch a glimpse, but he missed them. They, like him, were almost invisible in shadows.

He looked down to see Persephone on a stool to give herself an extra foot of height, to little success.

He smiled, because that was typical of her.

She frowned. "I haven't seen one of those since our wedding day," she commented, pushing her dark hair out of the way as she spoke.

"What? A smile?" Hades asked.

"Sadly," she replied.

Hades brought the flowers up. "I brought you roses." He looked at them. "I know you like black. I created them myself."

Persephone looked at them. "I don't think I can accept them."

Hades lowered them. "No, of course not," he realised glumly.

"Brick will be here soon."

Hades frowned. "What sort of name is 'Brick'?"

"It's his name."

Hades looked down. "Silly name…"

"You're called 'Hades'," she pointed out.

Hades shrugged. "You have 'phone' at the end of your name… I still think Brick is silly," Hades reaffirmed.

Persephone rolled her eyes, watching as the kids raced up the corridor.

Hades knelt down, watching them as they came up.

They hugged him, but Hades just sighed. "You don't have to hug me," he said.

"Ma vogliamo, padre," Nico stated.

Hades looked at him. "What?"

Persephone knelt down, looking at Nico. "What did I say about the language. The? Err...?"

"Vuoi dire la mia lingua bastardo, mamma?"

She nodded. "Yes, that?"

Hades stood with her. "That was Italian, Persephone," Hades informed her.

"Yes, thank you Hades." She looked back down at the kids. "Okay, Bianca, have you got everything?"

"Yes, Mum!"

"Nico?"

He nodded. " I have ogni cosa, mamma."

She nodded unknowingly. "Well, that's good to know." She looked back at Hades. "You do know where you're going, right?"

Hades nodded. "Yes, credit me with some intelligence. No-one else does...," he reflected glumly.

Persephone nodded. "Okay, good." She looked up. "Oh, here comes Brick."

"What? Il costruttore?" Nico asked.

Persephone looked puzzled, but Hades leaned down to her. "The builder."

She looked angry, but she let it pass. Hades gave Nico a thin smile.

A car was pulling up into the drive, but Hades didn't notice it as a chicken was attacking his leg.

Persephone looked down at the disturbance. "You have shit on your shoe," she informed him.

Hades nodded. "Yes, I'm aware," he said glumly.

The car stopped, and a guy got out. He kinda tubby, red, like a Brick, with very, very white teeth.

Hades looked away as he smiled. Everyone else did too.

The guy spotted Hades. "Hey there? You must be Hades?" He stuck out a red hand, speaking with a Texas drawl.

Hades smiled thinly again, taking his hand, white against red.

"Jesus, you're cold!" Brick stated.

Hades nodded. "My apoligies."

Brick looked up at him. "What was that?"

Hades frowned. "My apoligies?"

"What accent is that?" he asked, pointing at Hades like he could extract it.

"English," Persephone stated.

"Eh?" Brick was confused. "But you live in the US of A!"

Persephone moved in before Hades could speak. "Yes, but we're all Greek, right? Hades' underworld goes under the whole world, and he prefers England. Hence his accent."

Hades sighed. Persephone had liked his accent. It had been 'sexy'. He rarely was called that in any way.

Brick decided to drop it and look down at his feet instead. "You're tall? Are you wearing stilts?"

Hades shook his head.

Brick scratched his head like the idea of such a tall man should be impossible. He pointed at Persephone's stool instead.

"Why are you on a stoll?"

Persephone jumped off, making some flowers grow as she hit the ground, so her head now came up as high as Hades midriff.

Hades looked own at her flowers, as Brick and Persephone said their goodbyes and drove off into the distance.

He knelt down to pick the flowers, before crying. He missed her flowers.

"Not crying again are you?" A rough voice said.

Hades looked around. "No, I'm fine."

Demeter came forward. "Yeah, well..."

The kids ran towards Hades car, as Hades brushed off his hands.

"Well, I'd better be going," he said. "Excuse me for invading."

"Did you get the dictionary shoved up your ass?"

Hades shook his head. "No, I don't believe so. If you'll excuse me."

But Demeter blocked his way. "Are you sure you want to be leaving now?"

Hades nodded. "I'm certain, but thank you for your concern."

Demeter pushed Hades against the wall. "Are you sure? Are you hungry?"

Hades shook his head. "I'm afraid not, but thank you."

"Come on Hades, just join me upstairs. You aren't married."

Hades breathed deeply. "No, but what you speak of is incest."

"Never stopped the Lannisters!"

Hades didn't know who these 'Lannisters' were but he thougt they were the kind he didn't want his family mixing with.

He pushed Demeter back gently, before striding out of ther door.

Of course it happened to him. It always happened to him. He just accepted it as a chicken stole one of his shoelaces, before he climbed in his car.

"Where are we going dad?" Bianca asked.

Hades sighed. "Anywhere but here."

'I Don't Want To Miss A Thing' was playing lightly in the background.

Poseidon smiled at Sally from his side of the bed.

"I have something to ask you... but I want to do it later."

Sally frowned. "Then why did you tell me now?"

Poseidon frowned. "I don't know."

Sally smiled at him. "You look a bit too much like Percy. He has your... attraction."

Poseidon let out a sigh. "He doesn't seem to be liking it so far."

Sally shrugged. "Well, he hasn't really got to see the good parts of it yet."

Poseidon looked at the ceiling. "Why is it called 'The Perseus Attraction'? It came from me."

"I don't know. It was just-"

The door knocked; Poseidon sat up. "I'll get it," he said.

He threw on some quick clothes, and walked to the door, looking out at the Caribbean beach they were on, before opening the door.

Amphitrite was standing in the door, her black hair tied back in a ponytail.

Poseidon's jaw fell open, but he recovered quickly, flashing a winning smile.

"Hey love, how are you doing?"

She scowled at him, before whipping out a hand to slap him.

Poseidon dodged it easily. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"You! What are you doing here?"

Poseidon shifted. "I'm sleeping on a beach."

She continued to scowl. "I know you're with that woman. Jackson's mother."

Poseidon smiled. "Who?"

Amphitrite pulled out a magazine, holding it up. Poseidon took it, looking at the cover.

Perseus Jackson Is Hungry!

Heart throb Perseus 'Percy' Jackson has recently been chosen for the Olympic Games at Camp Half-Blood, and in this magazine we get an exclusive interview with him: All revealed. His favourite colour, his favourite animal, his favourite jam, all in today's issue!

On it was a big picture of Percy leaning on Riptide, which was dug into the ground, an orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt on, a teasing smile on his face. Poseidon wasn't sure where the picture had come from, as he was sure Percy had never posed or said:

"I love all my fans, and I'll yes, I'm single. I'm looking for love, but I want someone to care for me."

Poseidon nodded. "Yeah, my son."

Amphitrite nodded. "Him. Just read the article."

Poseidon gestured for her to come in, walking to the sofa, before sitting down.

He opend the magazine and looked at the interview. Most of it was taken from 'Late Night With Dioynisus', where Percy had definetly down an interview, because Poseidon and Sally had watched it on the TV.

Poseidon opened it and started to read:

"Do you have twitter, Percy?"

"Yeah, I do. But people write to me and say, 'I'm giving up, you're not talking to me.' I just write them a simple message, like, 'Never give up,' you know? And it changes their life."

"So you'd say you were popular?"

"Popular? Scooby Doo is popular, I'm freakin' massive. I get tons of fan mail, but I do try to read all of it. A lot of them send me candy, which I'm not allowed to eat 'cause my mom says it might be poisonous. But I'd love to eat it. I want my world to be fun. No parents, no rules, no nothing. Like, no one can stop me. No one can stop me. "

"Okay, fair enough. Percy, a few of our fans want to know… what do you think of Germans?"

"Oh, we don't use that word in my country."

"Your country? What's that?"

"America? Obviously."

"Oh, of course Percy!"

"Look, I'm just a normal 13 year old. I make great grilled cheese and I love girls."

"But with all this fame, what about your education?"

"It's kind of hard to balance school and fame sometimes. But sometimes, like, if I'm going to the White House and I'm in there doing a tour and stuff, that's like school."

"Oh, of course Percy! What do you want to be when you grow up?"

"I'd like to be an architect. That would be cool. I like drawing."

"Where do you want to be when you're 17?"

"I would like to have an album out by then, because I'm a great singer, and be touring, and hopefully have my own charity by then."

"What do you think about having a girlfriend? How would you treat them?"

I haven't been able to be as romantic as probably I will be able to be, but I think that being a gentleman is what matters; taking them out to a nice dinner, open the doors, stuff like that. Flowers are great, but love is better? You know what I mean?

"What are your best talk up lines?"

"Okay, I've got tons. How about; Baby when you're with me, it's like an angel came by, and took me to heaven. Or, Baby know for sho', I'll never let you go.

When I met you girl my heart went knock, knock. Now them butterflies in my stomach won't stop stop.

You know you love me, I know you care, and I would never not be there. For you, I would have done whatever. And no, I can't believe we're not together. Or, my best ones, and this is an exclusive, mind: Can't make up your mind, please don't waste my time; Not trying to rewin', and catch a bad chick by her toe."

"What about the game? Are you scared?"

"No, I have a swagger coach that helps me and teaches me different swaggerific things to do… He has helped me with my style and just putting different pieces together and being able to layer and stuff like that."

"Who is your swagger coach?"

"That's Chiron."

"Jesus," Poseidon muttered.

Amphitrite sat down, nodding. "See? He's a self absorbed twat."

Poseidon threw the magazine aside. "That's shit; Percy would never have said that. It's all made up, and that's a fact, besides the bit stolen from 'Late Night With Dionysus'".

"How can you be sure?"

Poseidon laughed. "Look at the quality of speech! Look at the personality shift. You can tell from a mile!"

"All the girls on Olympus, actually, any girl who knows Percy, and woman for that matter, are becoming Perlievers."

"What's that?"

"Some stupid name for people who like him, but-"

"Poseidon?" Sally called from the bedroom.

Amphitrite whipped around. "She's here?"

Poseidon stood up. "Look, it's not what you think!"

"You've been sleeping with her!"

Poseidon dropped his hands. "Is that it? In which case, yeah."

Amphitrite picked up a piece of pottery and threw it at Poseidon who ducked, his long dark hair flying through the air.

"Look, love, just calm-"

"SHUT UP!"

Poseidon dove over a sofa to avoid a kitchen knife.

"Dear, just calm down!"

"Don't call me that!" Amphitrite cried.

Poseidon ran at her, grabbing her by the waist and throwing her through the door, before slamming it shut.

Sally came rushing out, covered with the sheets. "What's wrong?"

Poseidon grinned, while struggling to keep the door shut. "Just talking to my ex."

Amphitrite screamed, before giving up. "I might not be able to get you, but I'm sending Triton to take Jackson! Then we'll see who's the better warrior!"

They heard her footsteps, receding into the distance.

"Who's Triton?" Sally asked.

Poseidon grimaced. "My other son; and he's off to kill Percy."

"Is that bad?"

Poseidon didn't answer.

All of that fake Percy interview was quotes taken from ONE popstar. Guess who it is? He's all very close to our hearts.

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