CHAPTER NINE: A NIGHT TO REMEMBER
PREVIOUSLY:
Percy smiled wryly and fought down the 'I don't need a girl when I've got you" that threatened to spill from his mouth and instead settled for a "I don't need breath mints to get a girl, I'm sure I filled out in all the right places" he said while flexing his biceps and wiggling his eyebrows.
Natasha's eyes flashed dangerously but managed to roll her eyes and huffed before walking away with Percy in tow. As they walked, a naughty thought made its way into her head making her smile deviously at how Percy would react to it.
Keeping a straight face, she began to place small 'teasing' licks at the tip of the banana, she cast a side ways glance at Percy whose breath had hitched in his throat at the sight.
She smirked slightly before she wrapped her lips around the tip of the banana and applied suction as she put it in and out of her mouth slowly.
"I..I think we should get some ice cream first" Percy stuttered with his face as red as a tomato and his pants indicating some er 'heavy activity'.
She stopped her ministrations and looked at Percy with innocent green eyes.
"Okay"
Percy sighed in relief before rushing off to the nearby ice cream truck to get some ice cream leaving Natasha behind to smirk in victory as she thought…
'I wonder how his 'ice cream' tastes like'.
NOW:
Percy's door creaked open slightly for a split second before it was shoved open forcefully as he stumbled in, he almost collapsed but was swiftly caught by the female red head accompanying him.
One look at him and even a three month old would know that he was drunk, "Thazh..nut fayyy" he slurred in his drunken state making Natasha roll her eyes at his condition.
They had both decided to end their day out by going to a bar, and if one could guess Percy decided that it would be a good idea to challenge the Russian beauty to a drinking competition.
Before the contest could start, Natasha gave him a last warning to back down with a little dignity left or go on with it and have zero dignity after his loss. The black haired man paid no heed to her warning and initiated the contest with a shot of Tequila.
She took a shot of her own and scoffed before demanding vodka from the bar man who provided a few bottles with immediate effect.
No one could withstand that death glare of hers after all.
Percy sweat dropped at the sight of the Russian made spirit but just as quickly hardened his resolve, maybe it was the need to impress her or the need to prove that he was a better drinker than her, heck it might have been the need to sate his male ego that men were better drinkers than their female counter parts.
Sad to say, he lost unceremoniously when he collapsed on the twenty first shot. Natasha decided to add insult to injury by clearing out what was left of his before finishing hers. Percy would forever keep in mind that the stereotype the 'you can never out drink a Russian' was no stereotype at all but a plain truth.
Which leads us back to Percy's apartment, Natasha set him down on the couch and huffed at the strain of carrying him that distance, "I um nevahh dwinking wit yu agwain" he said in a sleepy tone, Natasha sighed and ran her hand through her long red hair, "Same here buddy, there is no way in hell I am carrying your fat ass over this distance again" she grumbled.
A small snore came from Percy indicating that he was fast asleep, the Russian rolled her eyes and hauled him up with another huff.
She dragged him to the bedroom and after a good fifteen minutes battling to get him out of his clothes she finally removed his shirt and pants leaving him in his 'finding Nemo' boxers (how peculiar), she considered removing them but quickly discarded such thoughts as her face coloured.
She might actually rape him in his sleep if that were to happen.
She tried to place him on the bed but he (somehow) landed on the bed with his arms wrapped around her back and her on top.
The blush on Natasha's face deepened to the extent that she looked almost as red as her hair, she bit her lip as she saw the close proximity of their faces and wondered what it would be like to kiss those soft lips.
She shook her head to clear such thoughts from her head, she did not doubt it for one second that she would want more than just a simple kiss and that would lead to her taking advantage of him in his drunken and sleepy state.
She sighed in disappointment because no matter how much she wanted him they were just friends. Natasha exhaled and then began the difficult task of trying to get out of Percy's tight but comfortable bear hug.
After forty five minutes of twisting and wriggling she finally managed to escape from his grip, she sucked in a breath and quickly turned away with another blush on her face as she saw the outline of his 'tool' tucked in his tight boxers.
Without another second to waste, she quickly power walked out of his bedroom and made her way out of his apartment and the apartment complex as a whole.
As she walked, she tried to wrap her head around the fact that she was strongly attracted to someone she had only known for a month and a half, she couldn't bring herself to say that she loved him, no love was a scary thing and as a well travelled assassin she knew that.
She exhaled shakily, 'Another problem for another time' she thought glumly as she walked on the streets of Brooklyn.
WITH PERCY:
Percy's eyes snapped open and he quickly jumped off the bed before rolling into a crouch, his instincts were warning him of incoming danger and it was a well known fact in the Greek, Roman and just about every other pantheon that bad shit happens that as a demigod ignoring your instincts meant death.
His eyes darted around the room rapidly and on seeing nothing he made a bee line for his closet, he quickly put on a black hoodie and black jeans, just as he was about to close the closet his eyes landed on a 'glass' leaf shaped Greek xiphos with the word anaklusmos written at the side in Greek letters.
He smiled faintly as another wave of nostalgia washed over him as he remembered his previous memories, he exhaled and closed the closet.
His eyes hardened and he retrieved his Katanna from the top of the closet, he drew a little bit of it and smirked as the sword illuminated the dark room before re sheathing the blade and making his way out of the apartment.
He power walked in the opposite direction of where Natasha had gone (not that he knew) and after a few minutes of speed walking his instincts began to hum violently, an indication that the danger was getting closer.
He quickly broke into a jog at that sign, a jog that turned into a full on sprint as the humming became louder, he wasn't running from the threat, no, but the fact that he wasn't cowardly didn't mean that he wanted to destroy the neighbourhood.
He finally made his way to a lonely stretch of road where he quickly skid to a stop and spun around while unsheathing his blade.
He looked at the area warily and wondered if it was just him or this part of Brooklyn was darker than other parts.
He quickly raised his blade just in time to deflect an incoming black fire tipped arrow, he back tracked to get a proper view of who his assailant was and was shocked to see the last person whom he expected to see in a place like this.
"Hyperion?!" he asked incredulously.
Well truth of the matter was that it was Hyperion and at the same time it wasn't Hyperion, he was coated in flames like when Percy first fought him in the Battle of Manhattan but these flames were not the usual bright golden flames as before but rather a sinister black in colour.
'How the fuck does fire get black?' he questioned himself only to dodge just in time to avoid being run through by the black fire coated spear.
Percy used the Titans brief disorientation to get behind him and slash at his Achilles tendon, Hyperion did not even flinch but instead responded by slamming the butt of his spear into the mercenaries nose sending him stumbling backwards as he clutched his nose that was oozing 'blood'.
Hyperion rammed the spear into Percy's chest only for the spear to shatter sending the metal tip into the Titan's side, Percy scowled but responded by jamming a piece of the spear's shaft into his opponent's eye.
Once again the Titan did not show any sign of pain but rather back handed the mercenary, Percy grabbed the arm before it could complete the back hand and with a grunt of effort flipped the Titan over his shoulder making the seven feet tall man land with a thud.
Hyperion coughed a little but other wise did not show any sign of pain making Percy frown, the downed Titan used his slight distraction against him and flipped him to the asphalt as well before climbing on his chest in an attempt to release a hail of punches on him.
Percy quickly slipped his left arm out of the Titan's hold and jabbed two fingers to his throat making his eyes bug out as he gagged, without missing a beat, he lifted his legs to Hyperion's back in a great show of agility and kicked him off.
Jumping to his feet, Percy picked up his sword and slashed at Hyperion who attempted to block with his left hand only to lose all five fingers for his troubles.
Percy Sparta kicked the Titan in the chest sending him crashing on the asphalt as he coughed up Ichor, Percy immediately delivered two swift kicks to Hyperion's rib area before pinning him to the floor with his Katanna through the Titan's shoulder.
Percy took a break from his onslaught to wipe of the residual blood on his nose, he looked at his blood which was an odd mix of gold and red only that both colours did not mix.
Percy looked away from his odd blood mix and narrowed his eyes at the Titan who had managed to free himself from his restraint, the curse of Achilles might've ensured that one's skin was made impenetrable but the same could not be said for the bones.
Seeing that his spear was out of reach, Hyperion opted to use the Katanna instead while Percy picked up the Titan's spear,
It was obvious that Hyperion was not experienced in the use of such a weapon if the way he held it and his stance were anything to go by, Percy on the other hand while he was no expert when it came to handling spears he was at least fairly good in its use.
Seems like the damned camp was good for something after all.
Seeing that the mercenary was not going to attack, Hyperion opted to attack instead and covered the distance between them in five great bounds. The titan swung the sword horizontally but Percy simply danced out of the range of the blade and swung the spear like a baseball bat smacking the titan by the side of the head in the process.
Hyperion's head vibrated at the strike forcing him to remove his helm to reduce the vibrations going off in his head, sad to say that Percy was no longer the kid who would give his opponent a little chance to steady themselves, Percy immediately drove the spear into the Titans gut making him gasp in pain (a fact which filled Percy with a sick sense of satisfaction at being able to bring a reaction out of the otherwise emotionless Titan) before brutally pulling it out and Sparta kicking him in the gut one more time.
Black blood fell freely from Hyperion's wound which made Percy frown but file away that info for later so as to not get distracted. Hyperion shakily got up charged Percy once more, Percy met him with a charge of his own and once he was within a few feet of the Titan he performed a baseball slide and jammed the business end of the spear into the titan's tenders making said titan drop to his knees as he clutched the damaged appendage in agony.
Percy rolled to a stop and quickly jumped to his feet, on seeing the kneeling titan he relaxed slightly but not entirely before walking to over to him.
Hyperion immediately released wave after wave of black fire at Percy making the mercenary's eyes bug out but he reacted in time to dodge the black flames.
Percy instinctively twisted the middle of the spear shaft he was holding making the spear tip erupt into sea green flames (he had no idea where that thought came from), he almost stared at the flames in awe but quickly reminded himself that he was in a life and death situation.
Amidst the barrage of black flames he managed to take aim before throwing the fire tipped spear at the pyromaniac of a titan.
Fortunately for him and unfortunately for the son of Gaea and Ouranus the spear not only made contact with his shoulder, it tore the entire arm off making the Titan roar in agony (another thing to make the psychotic mercenary gloat about) before throwing the Katanna blade as a last resort at Percy.
Percy deftly caught the blade and with swift leg movement closed the distance between himself and the Titan before promptly taking off his second arm.
Rather than roar in pain (much to his disappointment) the titan slumped in defeat, Percy lifted Hyperion's head up with the tip of his blade and frowned once more as he saw dead black eyes as opposed to his original flaming gold eyes.
Percy opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the titan, "Help Me" he begged in an eerie whispery voice.
Percy was dumbfounded by the fact that the one titan aside from Kronos who wanted him dead was begging for his help.
Before he could dwell on that fact any longer his instincts screamed at him to move, just a split second after he moved a gigantic hand made of shadows popped out of nowhere and grabbed the wounded Titan before disappearing just as quickly.
Percy blinked once, then twice and then thrice before sighing, "There weirdest shit always happens to me" he grumbled, a fact which was true because despite his 'disconnection' from the Greek world he was still attacked by monsters, but never by a Titan before or a divine being for that matter.
Percy decided to file away such thoughts for later as well, he needed to get some sleep and dealing with all this Greek divine bullcockus was not going to let him sleep.
As he made his way towards his apartment he saw two of Hyperion's arms laying on the road and decided to pick it up for disposal later.
The last thing he needed was for newspapers and news stations to start blabbing about a murder that never happened when they could give him an update on the world's happenings.
Just as he picked up the arms they glowed slightly before transforming into golden hunting knives, he gaped at the members turned knives before sighing in resignation, "All kind of shit is possible in the Greek world" he muttered.
He slid the knives into his pants and began to walk home, as he walked home he reminisced over the day's activities…
He had gone on a (not) date with his best friend (crush)…
Gotten himself wasted at a bar with said friend (once again the author says crush)
And to top it off he had gotten in a fight with a Titan who asked for his help after its defeat…
He couldn't help but think that this was truly a night to remember.
AN: I am either having more free time to myself or I am developing super powers like the flash, can you believe it? Over 2000 words for the past three updates *faints dramatically*.
If anyone is confused about Percy's blood or Hyperion's appearance, well you'll have to keep reading.
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