AN: I'll only do this once.

I don't own Percy Jackson, Heroes of Olympus or the Kane Chronicles.

So don't get your panties in a twist.

Back to story.

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"Sir, Why is gay marriage forbidden?" Percy dear, you don't ask that in the classroom. It makes adults uncomfortable.

I want to know too though.

The teacher was understandably confounded, doing a rather nice impression of Mister Bean right now. I don't blame him though, it's not the type of question you would expect whilst teaching the seven life processes.

However he couldn't just dismiss it, it was a serious and mature topic after all.

Ignore the snickering.

Now that Perce has caught the entire class's attention (and ain't that weird), should teach simply pass it off, scold the questioner or disregard the query, he suddenly becomes the bad guy.

Because upon witnessing Percy render an adult speechless, the other imps present will no doubt ask the same question of their unsuspecting guardians, thus leading the unfortunate souls to flounder and squirm whilst trying to give the most politically correct non-answer possible before banishing the demon spawn back to their bedrooms.

'The non-homophobic ones anyway.'

Of course that is not before they have interrogated where on Gaea the little fiends had heard such a topic.

Thusly, they would supply: "School!"

Thusly, all will no doubt blow back to this hapless twat writhing before us.

Should said twat answer in any way "incorrectly"... he would be completely and utterly screwed.

'Parent Associations can be terrifying.'

Alas, such is a world we are born into. Such a scary, scary world.

Good morning America.

With no answer forthwith, I deciding to throw the teacher a bone.

Let's get the ball rolling.

"It's because some people find it disgusting and repulsive."

Indiana style.

Careful not to be squished teach.

But before teach could get passed the choking and spluttering phase, a young yet slightly hoarse voice cried out from my right.

"That's stupid!" Indeed it is young one.

I flash a smile (rather rare) to the one who answered; my deskmate.

Allow me to introduce you all. This girl with her unique husky voice is Domitia, It comes from the Latin word domitus meaning 'having been tamed', however she is anything but 'tamed'.

At the tender age of ten she is outspoken and bright with what Percy called; "a wicked grin". I can't really see it but she certainly has rather sharp incisors and canines, much like the wolves and dogs she so adores.

Despite her likable personality, she is somewhat estranged due to her albino condition, dry voice and impulsive behavior (owing to her ADHD).

Possessing neck length white, almost silver, hair and wild red roving eyes, most children are… nervous when in close proximity.

She is also the sole other existence next to Percy I have accepted as a friend.

Reaching up to scratch behind her ear (just where she liked it) I can't help but indulge her, teacher completely sidelined.

"Oh? Why's that?"

"Because~" she shudders as I hit a spot, "If you are gunna ban sumiin 'cause it's disgusting, why isn't vegetables banned and math work banned? They are disgusting!" I couldn't help but widen my smile, her whiney voice is downright adorable, especially when her whole body twitches with every minute movement of my finger. I've no idea why she doesn't have more friends.

Though it would seem the class has become acclimated to her now than at the start of the year going by the general murmurs of agreement.

"Yah…" was the overall consensus.

"Well-" The teacher seemed to have finally found an opening-

"What's wrong with vegetables?!" But was tragically cut off.

Two rows directly in front of us sat Percy and his deskmate, an boy of Asian descent and vegetarian, of whom I am somewhat acquainted with due to he being a regular companion to Percy in detention.

Plus being a vegetarian myself in the other life, I felt a certain kinship with the rare breed.

"You should eat your veggies!" He continued.

I agree, you should.

"Do gay people eat their veggies?" I assume so- wait who asked that?

Before I could check the classroom erupted into furious whispers.

Apparently this was a topic of considerable importance.

Soon enough the children were walking resolutely right off the cliff of intellect into a sea of stupidity.

"You are what you eat!"

"Are gay people veggies?"

"Are veggies gay?"

Bloody lemmings.

At least it's entertaining.

Just have to ignore the spoilsport adult, he doesn't know shit anyhow.

Percy seemed to be enjoying himself, original question lost at sea, debating animatedly with anyone within earshot.

'He does his (possible) future mother-in-law proud.'

Ah well, at least the tyke succeeded in his original objective: to win a break for an ADHD addled mind.

I, feeling no need to interrupt the kids respite, simply leant back and relaxed to observe the germinating turmoil.

"If gays are veggies, what does that make trees huh?!"

"Asexual stupid!"

'They're ten, how do they even know what that means?'

I can't help but roll my eyes.

Now in the Shallows of Relative Stupidity, the anchovies advance on the continental shelf, risking life and fin by edging the border to open waters.

Careful children, that way madness lies…

As a mental adult, I can not connect with children the way other children might, nor do I think I can engage with them or energise them as their peers do.

But I can look over them. I can guide and aid them when they need it, I can understand them and bridge their differences when need be.

With my unique perspective I am able to help them.

'Right now, they deserve a break.'

And at least in this matter I can allow myself to smile softly at a job well done.

'Privately that is. I have a reputation to uphold.'

Oh?

One of the primary instigators to the entire event seems to be in a pickle.

Domitia, who had thus far declined to take part in the debate save her initial outbursts, and now bereft of ear scratches shows signs of distress!

'For some reason I thought that in a faux-surprised voice of a Blue Peter presenter...'

Her shaggy white hair flopping this way and that as she animatedly surveyed the class chaos. You could practically see the panicked 'awawa-awawa' going through her mind.

Whether it was panic at inadvertently causing it, having the attention snatched from her or perhaps something other, I didn't know.

Minute trembling wracked her frame as she bit her lip, a look of determination crossing her face.

'It was absolutely adorable.'

Taking a deep breath and puffing out her chest she shouted over the raucous din;

"But I don't wanna eat my gays!"

Instant silence.

'… I swear I've heard that line before somewhere.'

Domitia upon receiving the attention of all, was no less panicked.

She started babbling.

"Veggies-are-people-and-have-rights-and-families-"

I rolled my eyes one more.

'She's digging a ruddy big hole for herself here…'

As much as bullying small animals feeds the (not so secret) sadistic side of my blackened stone-dead heart, I don't actually want Domitia to end up crying and isolated once more.

And however much I wish to keep her to myself, 'to bully, roll around, squish and play with', she deserves more friends.

A kind and happy child like her could have had so much more if not for her albinism and the ignorance of children.

I sigh.

That means I should stop her.

'The kids have had a long enough break anyway.'

Once more I reach out to her ear…

"But-mama-always-gives-me-extr-"

And pinch.

"You'll eat the gays your mother gives you and you will enjoy it." I state. For it was a statement. Yer mama works hard ya brat.

Ignoring the now vocal "awawa-awawa" sounds, I drag her back into her seat.

"Now sit down." She sits.

Basking in the pleasant feeling her "ouchie-ouchie" murmuring (which were absolutely adorable) gave me for only a moment, I turned back to the "big fish"

"Carry on." I say.

There were some rustles around the classroom as the teacher mechanically turned back the whiteboard, face meticulously blank, as he continued to write with rather twitchy arm movements.

'Ah… he nears his end.' I mournfully realise.

The madness today was most likely the second to last straw. He'd been fraying quite a bit over the last two months we'd had him.

He's teetering. Unfortunately he is most certainly going to be kicked whilst he's down.

And not even by us.

No, the knockout blow will come from the Parents Association.

Indeed... for he answered "incorrectly".

The teacher may try his damnedest to forget the last five minute, but these munchkins won't.

They will report dutifully to their mothers, who will make "inquiries" with the school, who will no doubt shift all blame to the ignorant mortal before us.

The school has some practise with such practises after all, this being the fourth this year and all.

'Such a shame, R.I.P, I regret your ignoble death but it can't be helped. Mind the door on the way out. Please don't get your blood on the carpet.'

The rest of the day was uneventful, previous absurdity all but forgotten.

The children were little angels and the teacher seemed to be having Vietnam flashbacks.

An average Friday.

'Looks like we'll have yet another new teacher in the coming weeks.'

Ah well. At this point we were largely autonomous anyway.

"You two want to come to my place?"

""Sure!"" Came the double replies.

Percy, Domitia and I spent the rest of the day mucking about at my place.

I smirk.

They were adorable.

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First of all, let me just say I'm am aware Domitia has some sort of connection to the supernatural, 'silver is not a natural hair colour,' but it's pretty weak as far as I can tell.

I'm leaning towards Roman due to her name and mother (who's a bit weird), however she's still very much human.

I might even go as far to say she was a handicapped human at that.

Although Domitia's slightly silvery hair (that seemed white to others) is very beautiful to my eye, her albinism has no merits or pros. It is a con.

Domi (as I shall now refer to her as) has vision problems, she can't see clearly beyond ten-ish meters, a skin condition, her skin is hypersensitive to the sun and flakes easily, poor constitution, she ails easily, and has a higher chance for skin cancer.

'Though I hope the skin cancer may be countered by her possible connection with the supernatural.'

The reason she likes my scratches so much is not only due to her imitating her favoured canines but also because I scratch the itching skin off.

Perhaps because I'm the son of the god of healing, what others may find repelling or squeamish is completely normal to me. I understand it is a natural thing and the instinctive disgust we all feel at another man's "waste" is repressed.

Or it could also be because I'm a mental adult and she's a cute kid.

'Either or.'

Despite all her impediments Domi does her best to work around it.

"Got your sunblock?"

"Yep!" Peppy as always.

"Okay, let's go."

""Wheeyyy!""

Today my minions and I will be going to the park.

Domi wearing her long sleeved skin-tight sportswear thing to stop skin flakes going all over her clothes, and reduce where she needs to put sunblock, with shorts and t-shirt on top.

Percy in shorts and tee with a blue sombrero.

Myself also in the usual shorts and tee but with an oversized hoodie too.

It was a pleasant day. Not to hot, not to bright, not to windy but juuust right.

I take a step and stop.

'Ugh.'

I had a feeling. A stirring. Faint but there.

A flag had arisen.

"Wait." Percy and Domi new better to ignore me when I used that voice.

Tired and slightly resigned but firm.

I pull out a strange looking coin from my pocket.

Domi and Perce have frowns, they know where this is heading.

The coin was a historical recreation, not perfectly round and slightly lumpy, stained yellow to imitate gold.

On one side the side profile of a curly haired male, and on the other the impression of a harp.

I frown down at it.

It was faint but…

'Better safe than sorry.'

I let out a slow sigh and close my eyes.

'Is there or is there not, that is the question.'

The coin rests on my thumb and index finger.

'There is not; heads.'

Flick.

I can hear the sound of a coin being flicked and though my eyes are closed there is still a faint light detailing the coin's arc through the air.

I catch the coin with my right palm and slap it onto the back of my left with an audible whack.

Opening one eye, I eye the coin being uncovered.

I twitch.

"Sorry you two." Perce and Domi groan but nonetheless trudge back up the stairs to my apartment.

I can't help but smile wryly at their sulky expressions.

'Tails… Which idiot raised a flag damn it.'

On the back of my hand the harp glints in the sunlight.

I flick the coin once more.

A metallic noise permeates the lobby room.

It never comes down, only flaky crumbs, dust and slight amounts of a strange green mist.

But I had turned my back before the crumbs had even hit the floor, I'd seen it enough times.

Instead I follow my compatriots back up, an equally disgruntled look on my face.

'I was look forward to chasing the pigeons as well…'

Bringing out one of the many Apollo Program leaflets I kept on my person, I stare at the museum product balefully.

I tear it up immediately then viciously bite it's the remains.

'That's better.'

I was eating a lot of paper recently.

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AN: There were a few complaints about the drabble formatting (Single sentence lines) and I apologize for that. I was simply writing how I thought, just wanted to get things down.

This time it's a bit more chunky, however I am unskilled so I'm not sure if it will be able to retain you reader's attention.

Please do tell me what you think of this chapter; too wordy? Stunted interactions? Crap dialogue? Pace not fast enough?

I feed of off feedback.

As a learning writer, I know there will be disappointing parts, but please give it a chance to improve.

Thank you for all the support, I shall try to live up to expectations.

PS: I hope I didn't offend anyone with the whole "eat your gays" skit at the beginning. I wrote it in good humour with no malicious intent. If you were offended I sincerely apologise. Should a number of people dislike it, I will take down the beginning part.

PPS: Anchovies really are the doofus fish of the sea. They basically spend all their life just bumping into each other. I mean if you're a fish at least swim straight y'know?