Again, this is based off of works created by Rick Riordan and Oda Eiichiro. Citations in MLA are on the first chapter.

Oh, and for this chapter, yes I realize that the timing is different. But this is going to end up butterfly affected, not just a rehash with the inclusion of Zoro. Don't worry, they'll have the same amount of time to retrieve the lightning bolt, Percy gains the days he lost unconscious due to his fight with the Minotaur.

Chapter Five

School was over. Finally. Every final exam taken, all the bags packed and ready to go. The trio were all going to Zoro's home together, Ririko had insisted. Zoro suspected that she was throwing a party and didn't want to have to invite anyone over. He was just glad to be going home because none of his family were terrified of him, nor did they ignore him (and yes, he was including his Aunt Sally as family).

Chiron had tried to talk to Grover about how he thought that Percy and Zoro might suspect something, but Grover had gotten so nervous that he'd actually started bleating. Chiron didn't want to give the poor satyr a nervous breakdown, especially since he'd figured Grover was panicking because of what happened to the previous demigods he had brought to the Camp, so he'd stopped talking about it.

Zoro figured that this was a good thing, because Grover couldn't lie. At all. Seriously, it was so pathetic it was funny when Grover tried to lie.

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So, the bus was fastly approaching the area were Zoro and Percy's house resided in when a loud boom sounded, and the bus rumbled to a stop a foul smell suddenly permeating the inside. The driver was extremely confused, because the bus had been in perfect working order that morning, so he asked all the passengers to get out so that he could fix the issue.

It was a swelteringly hot day outside, without a single cloud in the sky or even a breeze to cool things down, and none of the three friends were enjoying the heat that was apparent out of the air-conditioned bus.

Across the road was a fruit stand.

At first only Percy saw it, with its three old ladies sitting there. They were knitting a massive sock together, and even though it seemed a little ridiculous something about them made it feel utterly serious.

Then Grover saw them, and paled. He knew that those harmless looking old ladies were actually the Fates, and that seeing the Fates was never a good sign. After all, if you saw them snip a string it meant that you would die, and they almost never visited mortals except to tell of their deaths.

"Guys we should get out of here," Grover told his friends, people that he really didn't want to die, in a wavering voice. It was then that Zoro looked up and saw the ladies.

Zoro had been leaning up against the bus, mildly annoyed with the heat but mostly just relaxing. And when he saw the Fates, for no mortal can look upon the Fates unless they wish for the mortal to, even if they have haki or an equivalent, he knew.

The Fates weren't there for Percy or him, like Grover thought, but they were there as a warning for the future. A future that may not come to pass. So, as the three old women cut the cord in their hands, as Grover whitened with fear and Percy looked mildly sick, Zoro understood.

They were showing a death of someone, Zoro didn't know who it was as he'd not met the person yet, the most likely death of this person. And they were warning the three, either so that they could prevent it, or so that they would be able to accept it, or maybe simply as a warning.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no," chanted a frightened Grover, "This is bad, really really bad."

"What is," asked a slightly confused Percy. He knew that whatever had happened was big, but it didn't feel immediately dangerous to him.

"Those three old ladies are the Fates, and when they cut someone's string… that person dies," and here he looked terrified for both of his friends, not sure which was the one whose string had just been cut.

"You mean us? Are you sure? I mean, it didn't seem like…" Percy cut himself off, not sure as to what exactly it had seemed like in the first place.

"Relax," said Zoro, "We're not going to die. The Fates didn't cut one of our threads, and even if they did that was a warning of the future. Whoever that is won't be dying for a while yet."

He wasn't really sure why he knew this, it had nothing to do with haki or anything from his previous life. The surety felt natural, like it was a part of him. Which was a weird feeling, though he supposed that it was good thing since he knew neither him nor Percy was going to die.

Eh, he'd worry about it later if it came up.

Grover still looked worried, but seemed inclined to trust the swordsman's intuition. Zoro often had surprisingly deep insights to different issues, and could discern things that neither Percy nor Grover could.

Not long after, the bus driver wrenched a 'random' piece of metal that had somehow become lodged in the engine out of the bus. It sputtered back to a start, and everyone piled back in.

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The bus stop wasn't that far away from the joint houses of Jackson and Okubo so they walked the rest of the way. Carrying luggage wasn't too big of a deal for any of the boys, and it wasn't like they really had to go to two different places.

Seriously, they were right next to each other and Uncle Satoshi had torn down the fence separating the back yards. Then rebuilt a superior fence that went around both yards. And ripped holes in the walls of both houses before making a covered walkway connecting them.

The only reason Sally tolerated the intrusion of her privacy by the general Okubo clan was that none of them messed with her when she was writing her latest book(The books had fast become best sellers in the United States). It only took Satoshi bothering her once during her writing time for none of the Okubo's to ever do it again.

It became legendary as the Great Watermelon Incident, and spread her fame among the Okubo's that hadn't yet met her.

Grover was still a little bit nervous around Percy and Zoro's family,well more Zoro's family than anything else. Okubo's were a scary bunch.

So, they all walked up to the front door, and Grover walked inside first. He actually bumped Percy out of the way in his hurry to get inside, and when Percy got in he realized why. Grover loved enchiladas. The house smelled like enchiladas, the good kind. 'Nuff said.

Across the entryway to the dining room was a sign that said 'welcome back' on it in bold letters. Next to it was a sticky note in Sally Jackson's handwriting saying that the party was in the back yard.

Grover bolted out the backdoor with Zoro following him. Percy just grinned, thinking it was his mom who'd done this with the purpose of making Grover more comfortable in her home. She'd asked him about the satyr's favorite food in her last letter, and was now obviously putting that knowledge to good use.

There were blue cookies at the welcome home party as well, and they were delicious.

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Part of the party was the immediate packing for the trip to Montauk, for which Sally Jackson was studiously ignoring Satoshi deciding to come along. Most of the rest of the Okubo's were making bets as to how long she'd resist his advances and whether or not they would actually get together.

Ririko really hoped she'd date and then marry her brother, because then she'd be able to claim Sally as a sister, rather than a best friend that's as close to the responsible sibling as she'd ever had.

Plus, it was hilarious to see Satoshi go all mushy as soon as Sally walked into the same room as him.

As soon as all the food was finished, the entire group piled into various cars, with Satoshi in Ririko and Zoro's car, and Grover with Sally and Percy. Then they all headed to the exact same cabin that Sally had always gone to. Admittedly, it was a tight squeeze with six people, but they made do because it was such a special place to the Jacksons.

It had become pretty special to Zoro as well, because it was the only place in the new world that he got to hear the ocean again. In his old world, it was impossible to live without having seen, smelt, and heard the ocean regularly.

And he did miss his crew and his ship, this beach in Montauk was probably as close as he would really get to sailing again until his death.

So they all goofed off at the beach for a couple of days, before Percy, Zoro, and Grover had to go to the camp for the summer. Ririko had offered to be the one to drive all of them in her car that could really only fit four.

Mostly so that Sally would have to stay behind. Alone. With only her brother as company. What could she say? Ririko really wanted them to get together, and if that meant playing matchmaker, then so be it.

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It wasn't long before Ririko's tiny car came to a large hill with a massive pine tree on top of it. She'd been a little nervous because of the darkening sky and the wind picking up, knowing that Zeus probably really didn't like Percy and would definitely throw a lightning bolt at him, but it seemed that the cloak was holding up so far.

It would almost certainly become far less useful by the time both boys walked out of the camp.

But so far Zeus hadn't really noticed Percy, though that would change the second he entered the camp. However, by then it would be far too late for Zeus to really do anything without starting an actual war. He wasn't that stupid, She hoped.

Ririko was also kind of surprised that Hades didn't try anything, but she'd take her blessings when she got them.

All three of the boys hopped out of the car, and began heading to the hill.

"Bye Mom," said Zoro with Percy and Grover echoing. And there didn't need to be any more words than that, because they'd already all said the more heartfelt goodbyes back at the cabin.

And so it was that Percy Jackson and Zoro Okubo somehow managed to make it across the boundary line of Camp Halfblood without anyone noticing until they reached the Big House. They'd never manage to get someplace that quiet and with that much ease ever again.

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It was actually fairly late at night when the trio got there, so they were pretty much undisturbed when they walked through the camp. Frankly, it seemed like some kind of security violation to not at least have one guard at the entrance to Zoro.

Grover quickly lead them to the Big House, but he was super nervous. Not only had he kind of went incommunicado with Chiron toward the end of the year, but Mr. D is really scary. He really didn't want to get on the god's bad side.

And he didn't know how the god would react to either Percy or Zoro. Though there might be a chance he'd like Zoro a lot, because ever since he'd first met the green-haired swordsman the guy had always attempted to get ahold of alcohol. Seriously, if he was just a little older, Grover would swear he was an alcoholic.

Thankfully, the only way he'd actually get his hands on some would be if his mom allowed it. And she claimed he couldn't even try it until he was older.

And Mr. D refused to allow alcohol in camp because he currently wasn't allowed to drink any. If he had to stay sober, then so did everyone else.

So they reached the porch, walked up, and Grover knocked on the front door. There was a couple of minutes before the door opened, and Chiron looked back at them shocked. Maybe because he was in horse form and none of them were freaking out, or maybe because they had managed to make it into the camp without attracting attention from any of the campers.

Considering that Poseidon had told Chiron to watch over his son, which he had done because he didn't want Percy to suffer the same fate as Thalia, and that Zoro seemed to be pretty powerful as well, was just a little bit shocking.

Later they would find out that Zeus had never managed to actually find the boys before they reached the camp that was directly under his influence, and thus hadn't been able to send monsters after them.

Hades, who was much better at finding people, had decided not to attack his brother's child. Admittedly, at first he had thought that Poseidon was the thief, maybe through his child, but the testimony of both Thanatos and Alecto against it had managed to persuade him to at least think beyond his grief and anger.

Not that he didn't have a right to anger and grief. After all, he was the only one that had not broken his vow, but his children had suffered the most. None of the others had had younger children at the time of the vow, but all of his had been killed or lost to him even though they were conceived before.

But Poseidon was the brother he actually kind of liked, even if they had drifted apart since the war with the titans.

And looking into the situation… well, an Okubo had gotten Sally Jackson, a woman who had caught his brother's eye, out of an abusive marriage. Besides the fact that he knew Okubo's tended to be a fairly honorable if crazy bunch, it said a lot that Sally Jackson was willing to stay in an abusive marriage until offered a better way.

His brother liked people who reminded him of the sea, and who could be strong willed and stubborn enough to match him. So for her to not go off on the scum that would undoubtedly earn the Field of Punishment meant that she had a reason. It wasn't difficult to find that the reason was her son.

And the son, Percy, was not the type to be subtle enough to sneak in, steal his helm, and leave no evidence of the theft.

That didn't mean that Hades wasn't a little bit ashamed at letting his anger over Poseidon breaking the oath to cloud his judgment. There weren't many things that the god of the Underworld was truly proud of, but his judgment was one of them. And nearly accusing an innocent that was having a Christmas party at the time of the crimes sat wrongly on him.

He still hadn't been able to find the true thief because something very powerful was protecting them, but it was only a matter of time now that he'd started truly searching. Though, he kept on accidentally finding random powerful demigod kids instead, like whatever was hiding the thief was hoping he'd kill them.

Hades wondered what would happen if the other gods knew the ridiculous level of information gathering Hades and all of the gods under his purview could commit when working together.

Which happened a lot more often than the gods of Olympus. Zeus, nor any of the olympians barring a very few, would listen to and help the troubles of the 'minor' dark gods. So Hades did instead, and they all were loyal to him for it. And he did far better than Zeus did with the people he 'ruled' over, though if there was ever a chance to strike back at Olympus he knew that many of the Underworld gods would take it, so long as he did not join his brothers and sisters.

And really, so long as none of them messed with Hestia, he'd be fine.

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"What…? Percy? Zoro? Grover what happened," It wasn't often that Chiron got caught unaware, but seeing two demigods he'd been convinced were unaware of their heritage at camp completely unperturbed… well. It was just a bit shocking.

Even if Grover had told them before they got to camp, they would still be awed or shocked, especially after seeing a centaur. Which means that they must have known for longer, maybe even had hid that they knew from him. Which was odd.

"Sir," began Grover, "It's kind of complicated, but the gist of it is that Zoro's family already knew about the gods and so his mother made sure that he, and later his friends, were prepared." This wasn't the whole story, Grover knew, but he wouldn't betray his friends secrets or the trust that they put into him.

Though a part of him couldn't help but wonder if they would ditch him now that they had such a large base of stronger, braver people to choose to be friends with (when they found out that he had thought that, they both slapped him on the back of the head. In tandem. It wasn't like Grover would ever stop being their friend).

Chiron still looked a little confused, but it was fading fast. Finally he shook it off enough to realize that he hadn't invited them in yet, so he promptly did.

"Follow me," he murmured slightly, "And please, don't be rude." He really didn't want any of them to be mentally institutionalized via Dionysus, or turned into dolphins.

They came to a table that had two hands of cards on it, one of them obviously belonging to Chiron, and the other belonging to a guy wearing a leopard print shirt, with a bit of a beer belly, a face like he'd just woken up from a night of partying and now had a terrible hangover, and hair that could either be a really dark purple color or a black that catches the light weird.

Zoro instantly knew that this guy was dangerous, regardless of the way he looked. The man reminded him of some of the people on the Grand Line, they look like they wouldn't be that powerful or good at fighting, but then it turns out that they can be so eccentric because they are good at fighting and can defeat high level opponents.

And you never find a powerful person without some odd eccentricity. It's just the way the universe works.

"So you're the brats my uncle said would be around soon." Ah, this guy was dangerous and liked to goad people. A truly terrible combination.

:This chapter wrote itself in several spots. I have absolutely no idea where the part with Hades came from. Sometimes characters just start writing themselves. And Sally does know who Zoro's father is, I just haven't written her figuring it out because it's still a secret.