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

Sorry that it took as long as it did, my WIFI is down.

So, in this Dionysus is a pretty decent person. Yeah, well, he seemed like he at least cared but didn't want to show it in the books. And I believe that him and Zoro would get along. I could totally see pirate Dionysus happening.

Chapter 6

Dionysus was trapped, and he didn't like it one bit. Especially since it was his own Father that had trapped him, and for trumped up(What did he do wrong?) charges as well. Zeus had either told no-one on Olympus that the nymph was off limits, or had decided it on the spot. And then, when all Dionysus did was throw a party that the same nymph had just happened to show up at (along with half of Olympus) Zeus had decided it was two strikes and 'grounded' him.

By forcing him to watch over a bunch of children, like the guy had been trying to get some decently powerful and 'respectable' god(he had turned down several minor and/or underworld gods that had offered) to do for a while at that point. There was a reason he had turned the position down when Zeus had first asked him to.

A god of alcohol, parties, and madness was not someone that should be near children for any length of time.

And now all of these children, who he was bound to protect(They were HIS), were treating him far differently than they had when he first started as the director. With not quite the same fear/reverence/honor as they did for the others, but with more respect and a sort of nonchalance that reminded him of ages past when he was a wanderer and taught people how to grow vined plants and make wine. When he held parties that were gatherings of everyone, regardless of social or economic divide, that no-one cared who the person next to them was, they just had a good time.

It was all terribly nostalgic(He loved it).

Not that he let anyone know of his feelings, or that anyone other than Chiron could tell. If Zeus knew…. Well. It could be pretty bad. Because Dionysus was sure that he hadn't been put in charge of the camp just for the protection of the children. He didn't know why, but Zeus would never go as far as he did just to protect a bunch of short-lived brats that a.)weren't his and b.) he hated on principal for what they represented.

The worst part of the 'punishment' though, was not getting alcohol. And not for the reasons that a mortal would think. He could feel the lack of using that admittedly large piece of his very nature wearing on him. Putting him off a part of his game. He needed wine, making and consuming, the way that Zeus needed to make storms, or that Apollo needed to make music. And the lack…, would probably make him go crazy well before his punishment was over. He had seen it happen to other gods as well, it was only a matter of time.

And the worst part was, Zeus knew it too, had seen it before as well. His own father wanted him to go crazy, and probably around a bunch of helpless children that trusted him to not hurt them because they were suicidally brave idiots.

People thought he was stupid. That the only thing Dionysus knew were parties and alcohol. They forgot, then, that he was a god of mental states, that he could control insanity, give it or take it away. He knew the mind like the back of his hand, and could twist it and mess with it, even without using his godly powers. He knew how people acted, and knew how to get others to react how he wanted, it was why Aunt Hestia had given up her seat to him so readily. She hated politics, and had simply asked that if she wished Dionysus would help her in Olympus using his position.

His animal was a leopard after all. A large predatory cat. Dionysus would never understand why people insisted on seeing one facet of him when there was such a large proof to the contrary. Godly symbols were meant to represent a big part of the god that used them. Idiots.

He also liked to test people, by seeing if they could see the truth, seeing how they would react to an annoying arrogant jerk that they knew had enough power to destroy them. First impressions count for a lot to him.

So when this group that he can tell are powerful demigods (one his uncle's son and the other the kid of his… well the closest he'd gotten to a friend that could see the true him) walks into the room he antagonizes them. Oddly, uncle's kid is calm and tolerant in the face of it, seemingly overlooking the words and the tone.

The oddly green-haired kid(He's got to have something weird in his ancestry for that hair, his father didn't have it and mortal hair isn't naturally that color) seemed to know that he was a lot more dangerous than he looked, had seemed to realize that Dionysus was a leopard underneath his rude drunk exterior. It was nice to have someone recognize that right away, especially when most of the gods hadn't even noticed for millennia.

Not to mention, the satyr they had with them. The guy seemed to have grown a backbone and a bit of confidence since the Director had last seen him. And was carrying a different instrument.

Which was good, in all honesty. He approved. Dionysus didn't like how many of the current batch of satyrs behaved to the ones that didn't quite fit the mold. Gleeson, Grover, Klavier they all had been mocked for their differences.

He got a feeling that these particular demigods might end up turning the camp on its head. It could only be a good thing. Hopefully he stayed sane long enough to see it happen.

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Zoro was… suspicious, for lack of a better word. Here was a powerful being, with powers in direct contradiction for childcare, taking care of a group of them even though he clearly didn't want to. After that first remark, the guy had remained flippant and disgruntledly bored for the rest of a rather frustrating explanation of the Camp.

And then Chiron leaned down and explained why Dionysus was there. It was probably the only thing that he could do to warn Campers, you could see it in the old Centaur's eyes. He was probably friends with Dionysus, Mr. D, and wished that he could do something to help.

Because when a Being's(Most often an immortal) self was tied into certain actions or objects, those same things became tied into the relative sanity and health of that being. Ririko had once told Zoro the story of a vampire that had been trapped and purposely starved without dusting them. Vampires were immortal, but without food they went utterly insane and lost all rational thought. And for a species that prided themselves on logic and manipulation of others it was a truly horrifying ending.

"What's the exact wording of what Zeus told you when he 'grounded' you?" Zoro said after hearing the story.

Because if Zoro was correct, then he had a probable solution. It was how he got around his Mom's stipulation of no drinking alcohol until he was fifteen.

Dionysus studied Zoro with carefully blank eyes, before saying in a very flat, very carefully neutral tone of voice, "That I would not drink anything with alcohol in it, nor would I be able to make any lest I be tempted to consume it."

Zoro nodded thoughtfully, before reaching into his backpack for a plastic container. He handed the box to Dionysus with a smirk.

"A gift of goodwill, to our new Camp Director. If you like the recipe, I don't mind making more for you."

When Mr. D opened the container and got a whiff of the scent, his smirk mirrored Zoro's, with just a hint of relief lurking underneath the eyes. Inside were several innocuous seeming cakes. What made Zoro and Dionysus happy with them was the fact that the cakes were rum cakes. As in cooked with alcohol, and then soaked in rum after cooking.

It neatly got around the drinking aspect of the rules and restrictions, and the best part was that Zeus wouldn't be able to tell what they were unless they flat out said the name. And then they could argue that the alcohol had been 'cooked out'. Now to find a good excuse for wine ice cream…

"Why would you give this to me," came a voice that was edged in curiosity and vicious cunning. Oh, he'd been right, this god was very dangerous, regardless of how most people saw him.

"Well, you could call it a sympathy cake. My mother has denied me alcohol until I turn fifteen in much the same way that you have been, I tend to eat that afterwards so as to feel better."

"Do you know how to play Pinochle?"

The smirk on Zoro's face widened, "One of my German Aunts taught me and Percy the game when we were children, I assume Chiron is your partner of choice?" At Mr. D's nod there was only one thing to do.

They both turned to their Pinochle playing buddies in tandem, freaking Grover out so much that he whimpered and began hyperventilating on the chair he'd stumbled back into.

Yeah, neither Percy nor Chiron stood a chance against the Pirate Dionysus duo, for whom alcohol and certain card games(generally of the gambling persuasion) were facts of life.

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'Well, at least Zoro finally found the perfect drinking buddy,' Percy thought idly as Mr. D and Zoro began sharing ways to get around prohibition. It was funny, if one ignored the terrifying thought that Zoro, bloodthirsty, challenge-seeking swordsman that he was, now had a god of madness, alcohol, and partying on speed-dial.

Percy and Chiron gave each other commiserating looks as only those whose best friends were as ridiculous as theirs could. Seriously, this was his life now. He was sharing looks with Chiron that said they were the only sane, rational ones left in a universe gone mad.

Though, if Chiron was Percy, and Dionysus was Zoro, then who was the Grover? Percy honestly wanted to meet the immortal version of Grover. Though he hoped that the satyr got over his mini panic attack soon. Honestly, it wasn't as if Zoro and Dionysus weren't going to become friends at first sight.

And so they spent several hours playing before Chiron stood up and announced that they should all go to bed even through all the complaints. Especially the mortals that had to sleep.

"Since it is so late," Chiron told them, "You may sleep here for the night. Though I would like a report as to how you already knew of the gods sometime tomorrow, please." Somehow he managed to say it as a command instead of a request.

They all managed to get a decent night's rest. It would be the last many of them would sleep peacefully for a while.

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The next morning after everyone had woken up, Chiron began herding the three teenagers outside for breakfast. Of course, the entire camp gave them extremely shocked looks when they just randomly randomly showed up in the morning. Most of the time, monster attacks right at the edge of camp were the norm unless the demigods were extremely weak.

"This is Zoro Okubo and Percy Jackson," Chiron said, "They arrived last night, and because of the late hour I had them sleep in the Big House to be introduced in the morning."

"Are they determined," shouted a random Ares camper.

"They are not," at the general groan the full Hermes table gave(mostly because there was literally no room, especially for two people), Chiron gave a small sigh before sitting down.

At the centaur's announcement, Zoro swept his eyes over the congregated halfbloods to categorize threats, Percy gave a half wave, and Grover sunk down lower into his seat. Though that could be because he was embarrassed at having to sit at the table in the front.

What no one, not even Chiron, realized was that many of the campers used the monsters following a person back as a measure of how powerful that person was. Since no monsters had seemed to follow them, even though there were two demigods, most of the campers dismissed them as weak.

Clarisse LaRue was one of the few that didn't outright dismiss the newbies. She recognized people who had good training with a blade, and unlike many could practically feel the bloodlust and determination to fight and win coming off the green haired demigod. It was one of the things she had inherited from her father, and if she didn't know any better she'd swear that Zoro was one of her siblings.

It was at that moment Clarisse decided that instead of the usual initiation, She'd challenge them to a fight. Though, she would probably need at least one other person to help her if she was reading the newbies right.

'Maybe Luke would like to help,' she thought, 'Hermes campers are really good at reading people.'

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This was… well it wasn't good. Or bad really. But Percy knew that Zoro at least was going to end up totally dismissing the vast majority of the campers. If he was being honest with himself, then Percy knew that he probably would end up doing the same. The campers had seemed to categorize them all as extremely weak, with very few exceptions.

While it would be fun proving to them how wrong they were, it would also quickly prove annoying. And he would end up having to do a lot of damage control on his best friend.

Or maybe not, if they annoyed him a lot as well. Of course, if they managed to do that then they deserved it. Percy, while not having the sheer brute strength and terrifyingness of Zoro or the creative intelligence of Grover, was very good at being utterly unexpected. Coming at someone from an angle they'd never think of, and then destroying them is what he excelled at.

And being dismissed when you actually were really good at what you could do was irritating.

It was just after breakfast, and having to throw some food in a random fire for the greek gods(for Dionysus, Percy and Zoro had decided together), when Chiron got the attention of the campers.

"I would like to ask for some volunteers to show Percy and Zoro around the camp, and get them set up in cabin eleven," Chiron told the campers. The response was a blank sort of silence before Clarisse, of all people, stood up.

With a rather vicious sneer she said, "I'll show these newbies around camp." At her proclamation, many campers winced in sympathy, believing that the daughter of Ares would initiate(read: swirly and beat up) the new campers right away.

When Zoro got up and stretched, showing off the three swords that most of the campers previously hadn't seen, and gave Clarisse and answering violent grin, and Percy just looked amused and calm as he got up after Zoro, many of the campers turned to Grover for an answer. Only to get a shock as the Satyr looked more worried for Clarisse than for the people he guided to camp.

As Clarisse stomped off with the new campers following behind her, her arm swung out to the Hermes table and she grabbed a hold of Luke's arm before dragging him with to the confusion of everyone else. This would lead to three cabins becoming supporters of the new demigods, and rallying behind them in the face of the rest of the camp.

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After Showing Percy and Zoro, with Grover following behind in a worried manner, the bare minimum of the camp, Clarisse practically shoved them into the sparring ring while dragging Luke with. Several of the Hermes campers had shown up to make sure their leader was okay, or maybe just to take embarrassing photos, the Ares cabin was around to watch what they assumed would be a bloody fight, and the Hephaestus cabin had followed to see if they could get a look at those magnificent swords they'd seen(though one of them was fascinated with the unconventional musical weaponry Grover had).

What happened next was considered by many to be one of the most awesome fights witnessed in years among the campers. It was quick paced, it was masterful, and above all it proved that Zoro was on an entirely different level. Because while Percy was very good, Luke and Clarisse(The two best fighters in the camp that also had a high level of fighting experience) were about equal combatants with him, but Zoro was far better. They knew that he was holding back, even though it might be difficult for a novice to tell, and that he controlled the fight.

Halfway through he even began giving instructions to help everyone better their form, having decided that Luke and Clarisse were acceptable(he liked their attitudes). It was good instruction, and shored up holes and bad habits that they had gained over time.

Percy just seemed happy to make new friends(His idea of friendship had forever been tainted by his very first friend. Fighting together, going through hell-training, and sparring were all activities he took to mean friendship.).

Sadly, for anyone not a member of the Ares, Hermes, or Hephaestus cabins(All three of which were the only ones to show up, everyone else just opting to ignore it with fervor because of Clarisse), they missed the fight. Most still dismissed the new campers, and would one day be terrified because of it.

Not because of Zoro or Percy, but Grover turned out to have a mildly murderous backbone in response to anyone insulting his friends(He also turned out to have a terrifying mind).

:Another chapter, another hint about the father. And the green hair mystery. Also, while I have some positive ideas for where to send the other Straw Hats, for some I just don't know. I really like what I have planned for Nami, Franky, and Robin.