"Hi." = Speech.
"Hi."= Thoughts.
Bye.
The susurration of soft foot-steps hummed in the forlorn atmosphere. Sasuke acclimated the fedora atop his head, tapping a loose finger upon his blade.
The rugged path beneath his shoes glistened until creating a minuscule clack behind him. Sasuke smirked in dry humour, inclining his skull with a sting of courteousness.
"Lord Indra."
Indra flicked a lollipop into his mouth, mirthfully observing the rather polite individual. He buried it deeper inside his lips, clicking a finger. "I thank you for completing my task."
"Only business." Sasuke retorted curtly, his features stilled; becoming an expression of airiness. The Uchiha lifted his head back up, peering over Indra's form. "I must leave, now."
"Oh, but of course." Indra granted him an unnerving smile, his crimson irises shimmering in cunning callousness, gazing upon Sasuke in incuriosity. "Same for me, I guess."
"And, Sasuke." The deity chortled, brimming in almost wide entertainment, noticing the Uchiha's attention snap towards him immediately, he sighed. "The Greeks are in a pickle."
"Watching it from my personal heaven is quite boring." Indra's eye-brows scurried up suggestively, catapulting the lollipop into the air. "Your involvement would…"
"Make it less bland?" Sasuke offered, his nose choking in an arid noise, unamused. He tipped his hat to Indra, starting to dissipate. "Apologies, unless it's for my business."
Indra's chuckle rippled into Sasuke's attentive ears, a thrum of pleasure settling atop the god's regal features. Indra hummed to himself for a second. "Hm…"
"Regard it as work from me, then." Indra smirked with a twinkle of unending ebullience, electricity clapping onto his physical existence. "My blessing is yours, after all."
Sasuke snapped his irises over to the skies, avoiding the growl of thunder encircling reality. Indra's laughter increased ten-fold as he dispersed. "Until another time!"
"Sorry, Sasuke. Maybe another time."
The Uchiha clicked his teeth in matchless contemplation, brushing his chin with a calculative expression. Sasuke inhaled to lower his wariness. "Work, huh?"
Icy, charcoal eyes scintillated in sparse affirmation, Sasuke flickered through existence itself, a small smirk adorning his imperious face. "I accept the proposal."
While Indra's laughter quasi-dispelled, a diminutive residual of deep, foreboding chuckling slung back into the aerosphere, a faint whisper sizzled. "Good."
(-)
The clap of electricity bellowed - as Indra reformed; sitting on top of his authoritative throne. He idly snapped his fingers, summoning a goblet of tea.
"I suspect the one with my blessing shall tremor the world." Indra deduced, leaning his skull back with a grin of unmatched anticipation. "Sasuke Uchiha."
The deity swiped a hand along his flitting, charcoal hair. Perpetual irises observing something unidentifiable. Indra sipped his tea, sceptical. "He is her child."
(-)
Sasuke's scattered body clicked into its proper shape, he stood still in front of his apartment's door. It was more of a temporary residence.
He tapped a button, rumbling in a blunt, rough tone of confirmation. "Sasuke Uchiha." It beeped affirmatively, unclicking the door open.
The Uchiha detached his shoes with a clean, simplistic kick. Sliding them back into the corner, he disconnected his fedora, hanging it on a nearby hook.
The Greek pantheon was one he worked for on numerous occasions. A client of his belonged to that group of godly entities. Sasuke shut the door, sitting atop his sofa.
He was rather curious about the circumstances which were capable of interesting Indra himself. Someone who would sparsely concentrate on other pantheon's affairs.
Still, he was quite simple to amuse. Sasuke's employer gained the large habit of chuckling. The Uchiha picked up his phone, hearing it honk as it made a call.
"Yo, Sasuke!" A boisterous, bright noise susurrated. The sound of catapulting played from his phone's speakers. "Ya need something?"
"Nothing much." He airily retorted, smirking dryly; a bellow of wariness echoing into his ears. What was the dumbass up too? "Wanted to check if you were still alive."
"Sorry, I'm-…Dead! Hemera, no!"
The phone beeped until the call disconnected, Sasuke shook his skull in unexpressed humour, placing the phone back onto his table. "Now, Indra's request, let's look."
He scanned his desk, and – in the corner – an envelope of cash from his recently completed assignment was atop the desk with a new file.
Sasuke flapped the file open, peering into its contents with raised eye-brows, a blank countenance sliding onto his arid features. "Atlas?"
Involuntarily, Sasuke inhaled deeply into his nose. Indra desired him to interfere with this? The Uchiha tilted his skull, nodding. "It's not a problem."
"Only business."
(-)
Percy's ears were numb to reality. His mind backtracked in disappointment towards himself. Ashamed he was incapable of sprinting after Annabeth and Thorn.
He gazed upon the giddily conversing Nico and Grover: the latter unable to hear all of Nico's fast-paced curiosities. Percy slumped his shoulders, sighing.
"I swear…" Unhesitant, the resolute lips of Percy widened in a small, almost unheard whisper of matchless decidedness. "On the Styx to rescue you…"
Thunder growled in affirmation, etching the oath into Percy's existence itself. He would fulfil his promise. All he needed was some form of clue.
Grover bleated in unconcealed shock by the thrum of rumbling thunder. He glanced in puzzlement towards Percy - until quasi-understanding his intention.
He gave Percy a comforting smile, he appreciated it, but the assurance wasn't able to wane the resolution cascading through his features. "Who's…?"
Percy paused in his almost aimless gait, noticing a charcoal-haired individual conversing with Chiron: who brewed a dim, dubious expression.
His irises were frosty, calculating, similarly to Annabeth's eyes – which made Percy's insides swell – his gaze was hollow, clinical to a high degree.
Grover observed Percy as he stopped in confusion. Looking over, the Satyr paled with a sting of nervousness, ignoring Nico's rambunctious chatter.
"H-Him?"
Percy's eye-brows sunk dubiously towards Grover's uncertainty. His friend's stare still upon the regal individual: nodding at the Centaur.
"S-Sasuke."
(-)
The Uchiha sighed to himself, rather unentertained by Chiron's lack of information. It wasn't the Centaur's fault, and Sasuke respected the trainer.
"Spending eternity to help these children."
He was 14, and – sometimes – when he encountered the mangled body of a demigod. Sasuke would slay the monstrosity for the fallen kid.
"No news on Atlas, then?" Sasuke heaved a disappointed breath, lowering his head with a grateful, yet wary twinge. "I surmise Indra's sources were from his sighting of the future."
His employer's ability to predict the future was bothersome, as Indra would assign him work starting weeks in advance. He heard a despondent exhale from Chiron: who lamented.
"If…" Chiron's eyes carefully snapped over to the paused forms of Grover, Percy, and the new-comer, looking back towards Sasuke in patience. "Lord Indra."
The name trickled from his lips as Sasuke's blade hummed soundlessly to its owner. "Predicted something regarding Atlas…Oh, this is most worrying."
"Indeed." Placations were meaningless for something destined. Appeasing Chiron would be unhelpful. "It's getting late. Thank you for your time."
"Sasuke." Chiron's tone flooded with blatant concern, the Centaur's hooves clicked on the terrain. "I suggest staying." The Uchiha lifted a blank eye-brow: interested.
"If your…Request surrounds this pantheon. Then, perhaps staying in camp shall be beneficial."
Sasuke patted his blade in sparse contemplation, nodding in concurrence. "I guess I shall sleep in the Big-House? Similarly to my other visits."
Chiron smiled warmly, chuckling in fatherly amusement at the Uchiha's politeness. His campers certainly could learn some manners from him. "The same room."
"I won't participate in your capture the flag game." Sasuke straight-forwardly declined, anticipating the cordial offer. "Apologies, but last time…"
"It took quite a while for you to stop them…" Chiron's antique, ancient gaze flitted towards another approaching group. "Ah, Percy and Grover. And who may you be?"
"A magical pony! You're not on my Mythomagic cards!" Nico tap-danced ecstatically, extremely elated as he scanned Chiron's lower-shape. "Oh! My name's Nico!"
"A Centaur, young one." Chiron corrected softly, laughing while Nico shimmered in endless exuberance, bouncing in place. "Grover, take him for the orientation film."
"Oh, what's the rating?!"
The loudness of Nico filtered back into the distance, as Grover – kind of – patiently satiated his curiosity, shutting the door before giving Sasuke a nervous glance.
"Now, Percy." Chiron hauled a look towards the sector: as if expecting another, unarguable presence. His lips thinned with a forlorn sigh. "Where's Annabeth?"
Percy's head sunk, facing earthwards. Until he stared back up, unconsciously burying his fingers into each-other. "Captured, she's still alive."
Perhaps he spoke with too much hastiness, as Chiron stroked his beard, Percy needed guidance. The mentor was a millennia-old entity. Surely he contained some advice.
"I shall commission a search party. If Mr. D allows one." Chiron decided, flicking a strand of loose beard onto the brimming grass. "One second, while I discuss this."
Percy glanced back, realizing Thalia was no longer aside him. He looked towards this – Sasuke - who briefly scanned the demigod, before extending a hand for a shake.
"Sasuke Uchiha. A pleasure." He politely intoned, while Percy returned the shake, noting the deliberate heaviness in Sasuke's grasp. "You retrieved the master-bolt, then?"
"Percy Jackson. And, I guess." Percy enunciated amicably – still concerned by Annabeth's kidnapping – he inspected Sasuke with a tilted head. "Are you new?"
The Uchiha smirked in bland mirth, disconnecting his hand from Percy's as he swept a mat of hair. His eye-patch glistened. "Or a pirate…?"
Sasuke chuckled gruffly, shaking his skull with a hum of doubtfulness. "Maybe I am." He cryptically challenged, knocking on his blade.
"A fellow blade connoisseur, then?" Percy's wryness helped in calming his restless nerves. He – in natural stride – fiddled with his pen. "Oh-…"
Chiron emerged from the Big-House, rolling back in his wheel-chair form, sliding towards Percy: who snapped into anticipatory silence. "I'm sorry…"
"Mr. D was against the idea." Chiron disapproved of Percy's almost livid countenance, gently shaking his skull; pensive. "Percy. A mad hero is a dead one."
Slouching, Percy's clenched fingers detached themselves from each-other. His tone cracked in unsuppressed desperation. "Sorry. It's…"
Sympathy pumped itself in Chiron's witting expression, he smiled encouragingly. "Tomorrow evening. We shall play capture the flag. Please inform your fellow campers."
Percy merely nodded, granting Sasuke a listless smile of cordialness. "See you later, Sasuke." He stepped towards the cabins, half-hearted.
(-)
"It's foolish to repress people." Sasuke scorned bluntly, his tone was understanding to a certain level, but mostly advisable. "He shall still check."
"I'm aware." Chiron huffed inwards, melancholically staring at the children participating in their own, unending activities. "Sasuke. I feel you could bring something."
The Uchiha smirked wanly, unseen by Chiron as his eye shimmered into a gyrating crimson before dispersing back into his signature charcoal. "Destiny can be changed."
"I mean no offence. Destiny can't be tampered with." Chiron woefully refuted, smoothening out the blanket on his lap with softness. "It can only be waited for."
An unstoppable grin, and an exuberantly glistening sapphire hummed in Sasuke's mind as a reminder. "Waited for? I disagree." The Uchiha dispelled through existence.
Chiron expressed a rather large dubiety towards Sasuke's opinion. A child a-part of all pantheons, working for them for payments for his trouble.
He was a demigod. Not of the Greek pantheon, nor the Norse, or Egyptian. Chiron heard the door clang, noticing the still tap-dancing Nico and Grover: who looked relieved.
(-)
Sasuke flickered back into the sector between cabins, a rather casual expression squirming upon his features. He wiped his shoulder of picked up snow.
The Uchiha's phone beeped as he identified the caller. While electronics attracted monstrosities. Sasuke used up a few favours to suppress his demigod fragrance.
"Naruto."
"Sasuke. Sorry for hanging up! My step-mom and dad were arguing about something, not sure."
"What, were they arguing about when you'd inherit the throne as Aether's heir?"
The noise of silenced growling hummed from the phone's speakers. "You are such an annoying bastard." Naruto mumbled in amicable cheekiness.
"And you're a moron. What's new?" Sasuke mocked with a smirk of incuriosity, idling watching, and ignoring the camper's giving him inquisitive glances. "Naruto?"
"Sorry." He could detect the cordial grin atop Naruto's face, envisioning him massaging his neck. "You need help with something?"
"I need you to give my mother a message…"
(-)
"That's it, then?" Naruto lazily illustrated a sentence onto his scroll, furling it while the Uzumaki catapulted the pen into a pile. "I swear I'm your personal email deliverer."
"Sure." Sasuke groused amusedly, disregarding Naruto's shimmering irritation. "I, now, name you…Naruto Uzumaki, deliverer of Sasuke." A dry sound played from the speakers.
Naruto could feel the smirk flicking upon Sasuke's lips. Groaning, the Uzumaki hung up, stretching his muscles as he bounced out of his wide bed.
He opened up the palace's bedroom's doors – or unarguable gates – while sauntering over to his step-mom and father's own lodging. "Yo, dad!"
The door – or gate – clicked open until Aether stepped forward, gazing towards Naruto indecipherably. "Allow me to guess, message?" His nose rasped with a lame noise.
"Yep." Naruto laughed brightly, discerning his father's drowsy countenance. Hemera and he were quite busy… "I'm gonna get some sleep!"
(-)
The pavilion bristled with either hostile, amicable – or indistinguishable – conversation. Sasuke slung a recently chopped Tomato into his mouth, sighing.
He idly noted of Connor and Travis' passionate drawl, regarding the superiority of poker to Nico, over his Mythomagic game.
Hounding a new camper for money was rather ingenious. Still. Were they that desperate? Sasuke noticed Nico slide onto a chair nearby him, shuddering uncontrollably.
"What are your powers?!" Sasuke tapped his chin in deliberate contemplation, listening to Nico's blabbering. "Oh! Can I wear your hat, please?!"
The Uchiha decided to keep the information of his abilities surreptitious, opting to place his fedora atop Nico's head. The hat drooped, obscuring the child's eyes.
"I'm a secret spy!"
Sasuke watched as Nico skidded back into arguing about why Mythomagic was better than poker, fiddling with the fedora. The Uchiha chewed into his Tomato, placating his lips.
"Itachi! Teach me your fire-spewing power!"
He banished that name, burying it deeper into the shackle of undesired memories. Perhaps Nico's elation reminded him of someone. Someone who was weak.
The Uchiha envisioned a Tomato sandwich, snapping his attention back to his meal. Still, his memories unshackled themselves, giving him a twinge of bitterness.
"Sorry, Sasuke. Another time..."
His bitter countenance thinned into a look of airiness, as he consumed his food at a higher pace. Sasuke ignored Chiron: who bellowed about different topics.
(-)
Sasuke sauntered over to the Big-House, desiring a few hours of sleep to satiate his drowsiness. His shoulder brushed onto a person's: scurrying back into their cabin.
Pleased, as no confrontation started, the Uchiha climbed into the Big-House, entering a spare bedroom as he settled himself upon the mattress.
His sight of reality obstructed itself, as a blurry haze snapped into his unconsciousness. Sasuke flexed the fingers of his dream-form, cracking his neck.
"It was you, then." A hollow chuckle rippled from Hades' smooth mouth, his dim gaze burying into Sasuke's as he hummed. "Were you commissioned?"
"Lord Hades." Sasuke nodded, unbothered by the deity's baleful, lifeless presence. He became used to it after working for him this long. "I surmise you want to speak with me?"
Hades' merely chortled in amused confirmation, tilting his skull with a rather grimmer twinge. "Nico is one of mine." He bluntly admitted, while Sasuke raised a brow.
"Interesting." Sasuke groused, brushing a glassy finger along his cheek. Lowering his eye-brow, the Uchiha inhaled with a quizzical sting. "You need me to-…?"
"I shall commission you later." Hades laughed nonchalantly, snapping his fingers as reality started to blur back into place: akin to a solved puzzle. "Or your other colleagues."
"They aren't available." Sasuke dryly echoed, feeling his head simmer uncomfortably until he woke up. The dimness glistered into his eye. "Damn…"
He flicked a hand above his face, wiping his drowsiness out of existence. Sasuke changed into more casual-wear, slipping on a rather debonair, blue t-shirt and grey pants.
Sasuke slid on two, charcoal-coloured gloves. While it was snowing quite heavily, he felt widely immune to the iciness in the air. Still, looking at the clock, it was near 3:10 am.
His nose choked as the realization he collapsed into unconsciousness in his tuxedo. The Uchiha's ears automatically perked up, an aggressive sound playing.
Chiron flapped open Sasuke's door with an apologetic smile, giving the Uchiha a second to acclimate. "Sorry for the noise. Please, return to bed."
(-)
Sasuke woke up to peerless noiselessness, the hum of silence wasn't disconcerting. He welcomed it with frosty amicability - until he sighed.
His curiosity regarding the banging sound would need to keep waiting as he ambled out of his bed, gazing through the window. Sasuke's ears shuddered, hearing a step.
Utilizing his unnatural speed, Sasuke flickered instantly into the door, opening it up in an immediate second. He reshaped behind Percy: who looked back with concealed worry.
"Oh, Sasuke." He huffed in largely expressed relief, looking back to the Uchiha with a wary glance towards the trap-door. "I was guessing you left the camp."
"Wait, when were you able to get behind…?"
"Simple speed." Sasuke flatly retorted, detecting a presence tinted with some curse – belonging to Hades – the Uchiha's face adorned a bored expression. "May I come with you?"
"Why?" Percy's brows sunk in dubiety. If he refused, would Sasuke inform Chiron? He realized his chances would be better as he lamely accepted. "Sure."
The Uchiha's form warped until Percy blinked, noticing the lack of Sasuke's physical presence and the trap-door being flung open. Clambering in, Percy was awed.
"Dude…Are you some kinda assassin?"
Sasuke gave him the same, cryptic smirk, gesturing with his chin at the window – where the Oracle eternally slumbered – as Percy nodded. "What's hanging?"
The Uchiha's smirk slipped from a cryptic one to unbridled mirth, while Percy suppressed the urge to shudder, feeling the frosty presence of the sleeping entity.
"Percy." Sasuke interrupted Percy's inner embarrassment as he sauntered up to the Oracle, charcoal peering into its hollow eyes. "It won't help you, at all."
"You sure?" Percy interrogated sceptically, leaning forward near the Oracle, enunciating his curiosities vocally. "Oracle, prophesize about where Annabeth is, please."
Silence dampened Percy's ears. His attention snapped back to the clicking of Sasuke's fingers, the latter's charcoal irises still staring at the cursed creature.
"Percy. Are you okay?" While Sasuke expressed unconcernedness, he concentrated on the Oracle: who looked quite forlorn. "Percy?"
"Sorry." Percy repressed the idea to start gritting his teeth. Sasuke was only helping him calm his incensed nerves. "I feel- I feel-…" He struggled, slumping his form.
"Weak? Pathetic? Bootless?" Sasuke bluntly offered. He guided Percy near a table as he intertwined his fingers. "That's normal." He assured, his gaze passionless.
"What's not normal is giving up."
Percy looked over to the pink scarf, listening rather attentively to Sasuke's callous advice. "You want to help this Annabeth. Help her, then."
Sasuke's lips snapped upwards, reminiscing about a certain bellowing blonde: whose advice was indisputably superior to his. Still, Naruto was Naruto and he was himself.
"That's the problem!" Percy growled to himself, grabbing onto his skull as his restricted aggression shattered, cascading upon his features. "I want to! But can't help!"
"That's perfectly normal." Sasuke appeased, quasi-unbothered by Percy's loud – and unlimited – venting. He disconnected his fingers, sighing. "You shall succeed."
"Keep repeating this to yourself, stay determined." Sasuke was uncertain about what else he could advise on, internally rumbling in contemplation. "Or else you fail."
He wouldn't keep it sugar-coated. It wouldn't be fair to Percy to placate his concern over this Annabeth, bluntness would work, maybe. "And she shall fall."
Percy heaved an endless breath of reassurance. He would succeed. Annabeth wouldn't fall to Luke's baleful ploy. "Thanks, Sasuke. I needed-…"
The Oracle tilted her head, staring at the back of Sasuke's skull with a possessed smile of a spectre, placing a finger onto its brittle lips. "What the…?"
The Uchiha clicked his head towards the Oracle, a gyrating crimson silenced it, while the firebrick was unseen by Percy: whose expression whirled in brief confusion.
(-)
The clanging of blades rippled through the atmosphere as Percy used Riptide to obstruct another ruthless slash from Sasuke's blade.
The Uchiha and demigod endlessly danced through the arena, either Sasuke side-stepping, or Percy crouching. The former slid the blade to Percy's face.
"You win." Percy surrendered, capping Riptide into its pen form as Sasuke slipped his blade into his scabbard, creating a clicking sound. "No need to chop me to smithereens."
"You look calmer." Sasuke leisurely noted, rotating his gloves back to a more comfortable place. He smirked wanly - while noticing the small audience. "Oh, a crowd."
"I guess I am." Percy realized, flexing his fingers while discerning the flood of campers watching their little battle. "And you're Mr. Popular, now."
"I'm always popular."
"Hilarious. Sasuke. Hilarious."
(-)
Sasuke leaned back onto a tree-bark, watching as the campers and Hunters adorned their battle armour. He planned to not compete.
His minuscule spar with Percy garnered much attention from newer campers, for most year-rounders, Sasuke was an occasional presence: who visited on his own business.
Travis and Connor were behaving quite passionately, wanting to steal his phone. He thwarted their scheme, but those two became rather restless.
His mind sauntered back to his dream-conversation with Hades – as Nico was his child – this made Indra's commission quite the more baleful for his overall safety.
"A challenge, then? Indra seldom gives me one."
(-)
Sasuke occupied his time with a few, sparse slices of his blade until detecting the Oracle's hollow presence: feeling similar to an entity floating.
He flickered behind Percy: who was lifting up the creek with a dimmed expression until noticing the Oracle – and Sasuke – as he groused. "Stop sneaking up on me."
"No promises." Sasuke retorted amusedly, gazing at the Oracle while Chiron's countenance slid into matchless wariness. "Maybe this prophecy can help."
Percy perked up, waiting in unmatched anticipation as a haze of indiscernibleness encircled the air. Intakes of shocked breath scurried through the crowd.
Sasuke ignored the Oracle, smirking languidly as an unintelligibly grumbling Thalia walked towards the group. "You were about to get water-slammed."
"Oh, shut up. Uchiha." Thalia complained in a twinge of rumbling sarcasm, while Sasuke hummed innocently at the atmosphere. "Worst reunion in the century."
"Sure." Sasuke blankly concurred, sauntering up to the Oracle spewing its foreboding prophecy. This one was unarguably ominous and frightening to the weak. "Interesting…"
"Five shall go west to the goddess in chains."
"One shall be lost in the land without rain."
"Campers and Hunters combined prevail."
"The Titan's curse one must withstand."
"And one shall perish by a parent's hand."
Sasuke's nose rasped as the Oracle re-entered its lifeless status. Would Naruto create an alteration? Oh, he indisputably would. He was the unshackled one.
While Sasuke was shackled by the past, the Uzumaki stared into the distance – the future – with unparalleled optimism and Sasuke would look forward with peerless dubiousness.
Yin and Yang. Aether called him and Naruto the balanced ones. Smirking idly, Sasuke leaned forward towards the Oracle, his Sharingan whirling.
It peered deeper into the Oracle's hollow eyes, envisioning the vindictive countenance of Hades – that was the memory its consciousness ended with – until his kids were accepted.
Keeping the use of his Sharingan surreptitious, Sasuke walked over to Nico: who looked awed by the prophecy, unless his tap-dancing suggested something else.
"Keep the fedora." He patted the child's helmet, this child's destiny would be ruthless to him. Sasuke was certain. The Uchiha gazed towards Percy: who nodded. "Another time."
(-)
Sasuke seated himself leisurely atop a chair in the rec room. The cabin councillors participated in their own, minuscule activities, appeasing their boredom.
He disregarded Zoe's rather sour opinion about the meeting as the Uchiha tuned out the rest of the discussion. Sasuke was more interested in the decision Percy would make.
The conversation drifted towards the topic of the Hunters and Campers participating in this mission. 3 Hunters and 2 Campers were planned to be the questers.
Grover's lips slid into a restless, yet ecstatic grin as he rose from his chair with him swaying his hand in an almost endless stride. "Pick me! Pick me! Please!"
Sasuke leaned forward, allowing his concealed features to twinkle in arid curiosity as Thalia pitched in her own opinion before rising to her feet with a challenging glance.
"What shall Percy decide, now?"
Percy, at a rather hasty pace, stood up from his chair, ignoring it as the seat stumbled to keep itself in place. "I need to be on this quest, too."
"Why would we need thee, boy? Then?" Zoe tilted her head with a decisive gaze, quasi-unimpressed by Percy's pleading. "Is it for thy mate, Annabeth, thou desires to come?"
Despite the flush of warmth on Percy's face, his eye-brows sunk in endless resolution: only to be heartlessly interrupted. "Thou is unneeded."
"Selfishness." Sasuke's presence hummed matchlessly in the air as he chuckled with a twinge of humour. "He's being selfish. Still, is it a problem if he wants to rescue a comrade?"
Noiselessness washed over the group; while Sasuke lifted his skull back up, his coal-coloured eye whirling with a tint of passionless crimson. "Selfishness is in human nature."
"Perhaps immortality makes people forget about mortality." Sasuke brushed his chin, unbothered by the silence sliding into his unwary ears. "Percy. You shall make the decision."
"And, remember, if you fail. She shall fall."
Sasuke's form scattered into obscurity, as he flickered through reality. The thrum of his unending eye still growling in the atmosphere.
(-)
The Uchiha decided to leave the camp after a week. Or maybe sooner if he became too bored. Sasuke was certain Percy would pick the best outcome.
He chortled almost noiselessly as he settled atop his temporary bed. Sasuke flicked his eye towards his blade's scabbard, feeling his and its connection.
It was a gift from Shiva – himself – while Sasuke wasn't the type to accept spare payments from his clients. Shiva's one was quite attention-garnering.
Sasuke grabbed a lollipop, sliding it deeper into his lips as he worked on what exactly Atlas started – which gained Indra's curiosity – the Uchiha sighed at the air.
(-)
Percy listened unmindfully to the woeful – or apologetic – cries from Grover: who profusely lamented about taking on the mission. "Grover…I need to learn something."
"Anything." Grover wiped a desperate tear from his moistened cheek, as his hooves clacked in an endless rate. "Percy. Anything."
"Sasuke."
"Oh. H-Him." Grover stammered, catapulting glances through each path in the cabin and to the unrestricted out-doors. "We met when I was guiding Thalia's group."
Percy appreciated Grover for excluding Annabeth and Luke's names, the former still making his insides bulge. The latter? He was skilling on choking him, numerous times.
"He's different from when I last saw him." Grover nervously tapped his knee as his features warped in a gait of shyness. "Last time…Oh, his presence."
"Grover. That's not helping."
"Sorry." The Satyr coughed in self-assurance; stroking his arm while Percy's impatience swelled. "We met many times and…It was too scary! I can't, please, anything else!"
"It's fine."
(-)
Hades clicked his fingers, feeling the intent of Sasuke's as reality blurred back into a plane of conversation. Chuckling, the deity interrogated. "You called?"
"The curse on the Oracle is quite ingenious." Sasuke complimented with an amused smirk, slanting his skull in a sting of incuriosity. "Until your children are accepted."
"Indeed." Hades rumbled out with his deep, gruff tone. A dim gaze washed over his eyes for a fleeting second. "Your blessings from Indra and the Trimurti are powerful."
The Uchiha gave him a minute nod, concentrating upon the dream's reality. Sasuke groused in minuscule irritation, humming as a groan. "This quest shall be interesting."
"I leave you to it, then." Hades chortled roughly, snapping his fingers until the puzzle of existence became solved. "He is her child after all…"
Sasuke coerced himself to wake up as he stretched his muscles, cracking his neck with a soft thud. He unfurled a scroll, sealing his tuxedo into it as the suit gently dispelled.
His blade was stored inside another scroll connected to his belt as he left the bed-room. The Uchiha scanned the corridor; empty. "6:08 am…"
Sasuke flickered towards the entrance of the camp. Smirking while he observed Percy floating with his Pegasus into the skies. He decided to succeed. Good.
Still, the demigod needed Sasuke's gift for him to prosper. Blurring, Sasuke flew upwards in a simple bounce – as Percy staggered in shock – and hurled him a scroll.
"When you meet with the entity called Atlas, open this scroll."
Sasuke immediately dispersed, his form scattering until shaping back into place as he acclimated onto the grass, smirking anticipatorily.
"Boss. He's-…"
"Badass."
(-)
Sasuke clasped his hands as an almost noiseless prayer hummed in the atmosphere until the Uchiha's eyes opened themselves. He was back atop his sofa.
While Percy was working on rescuing Annabeth: who looked to be in a romantic relationship with the former. Still, Sasuke was deducing it from mere observations.
He picked up his phone. Perhaps it was time for a little reunion between him and Naruto. They spoke through calls. Maybe the Uzumaki was becoming restless.
(-)
Naruto and Aether's hands wrestled for superiority – while Hemera blankly gestured a flag with her husband's face, giving him unelated cries.
"You're screwed, geezer!" The Uzumaki gritted his teeth, a golden fluorescence encompassing his fingers – as Aether growled with laughter. "This ain't funny!"
Aether chuckled in a shimmer of mirth – staring towards Naruto: whose gaze steeled itself as the primordial glistened with a hint of yellow-ish energy.
"Using my powers?"
"I'm better than you for a mile!" Naruto challengingly retorted, canalizing more of his yellow power in-between his fingers – reaching his top. "Sorry, dad!"
The primordial hung his head high with a cheeky, yet haughty glare – before erupting into an entertained countenance. "No. I'm sorry, my child."
"I ban you from Ramen."
"A tragedy."
Naruto shuddered in unconcealed, unsuppressed shock – as Aether heaved the former's hand deep into the table, cheering with a noisy tone. "I win!"
"Not the Ramen, please."
The Uzumaki dampened with authentic tears, his yellow energy dissipating – as he wailed in fear, shaking his chair in an uncontrollable pace.
(-)
While Naruto hurried.
(-)
Sadness.
A/N: Bye.