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Percy's POV

I took a deep breath, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to say and whatever reaction I'd get.

"If you're going to adopt a teenage boy, you have to know that we're pretty impatient. Especially me."

Chaos stared at me, his jaw now touching the ground. It took him a moment to build up the strength to speak. "D-Does that m-mean...?"

I took another deep breath and smiled shakily. "I'll be your adopted son."

Chaos stared for another moment, still in shock, before his face erupted into a brilliant smile. Seeing his smile, mine became less shaky and more... Firm? Can a smile be firm?

We smiled at each other, glancing around out of the corners of our eyes after a moment, not quite sure what to do next. We both knew that the smiling was going on for far too long, but neither of us knew exactly how to stop.

Finally, Chaos slowly jerked his arms open. "Do you want to awkwardly hug now...?"

Not seeing a better option, I shrugged. "I suppose." Standing up, I walked around the desk to the other side where Chaos was standing, arms open. I chewed my lip slightly, asking myself if this was really happening. Then I stepped into Chaos's arms.

Saying the hug was awkward would be an understatement. At first, I didn't know what to do with my arms, and it didn't seem like Chaos did either. My arms hung loosely at my sides. Was I supposed to hug him back? What would I do with my hands then? I doubt my arms would be long enough to reach around Chaos's torso.

Chaos didnt know what to do with his hands. His arms were wrapped around me, hugging me, but his hands were just sitting there awkwardly. Especially because I had suspicions that they were really sweaty. After a second, Chaos turned a slightly uncomfortable hug into an incredibly awkward one by patting my back.

Being the socially-knowledgable teenage boy I am, I stood there, arms just hanging by my side, until I felt too compelled to do something (as opposed to nothing). Finally, I let my arms circle around Chaos's torso (I was right; they didn't fit all the way around.). After another couple seconds, I decided to join in on the a the back-patting.

We stood in Chaos's office for a good solid minute (if not more), awkwardly hugging and patting each other's back. I think we were both praying something would happen that would cause us to break apart without hurting the other's feelings. Couldn't a phone at least vibrate? Of course not.

Chaos finally broke the tense atmosphere. "This is getting more uncomfortable every second."

"Agreed. Should we just end this now?"

Chaos let go of both me and a sigh of relief. "Thank the gods. I was worried about hurting your feelings by wanting to move on."

I laughed. "My feelings? I was worried about hurting yours!"

We both chuckled for a moment before an awkward silence threatened to envelope us again. To prevent that from happening, I tried to change the subject.

"So, as your adopted son, will I get cool powers?" I asked hopefully.

Chaos laughed. "Even if I say no, you already agreed to being my adoptive son!"

My response was a sad pout, followed by a protest of, "That's not fair!"

Chaos shrugged, grinning. "Life isn't fair."

I continued to pout.

The creator of the universe saw my sad face and was immediately gripped by horrible guilt at teasing me. (After he died of laughter at seeing me pout.) He rolled his eyes and told me, "Yes, you do get cool powers."

Id say that I was so excited I squealed, except I am a manly man, and manly men do not squeal.

Clearing my throat, I casually asked, "What cool powers do I get?" I gasped. "Could hour powers help me get did of the Black Heart?"

Chaos shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, but no. The powers cannot help you get rid of your curse. They can, however, do many other things. You'll get most of the powers the twelve Olympians possess, along with the gift of creation from me. If something happens to me, you'll inherit more, along with the knowledge of how to use them. The powers you get now have to be taught to you."

I frowned when during the beginning of Chaos's little speech, before grinning at the end. "Cool! So I get a lot of powers. Wow."

Chaos rolled his eyes. "That's all you care about, isn't it?" He asked teasingly.

"Yep." After a second, I asked, "How do you officially adopt me? Is there a chant or a ceremony or...?"

Chaos grinned. "A valid question. To officially adopt you, we have to have another person draw up a paper. It can be as complicated as 'I (insert name here) officlally adopt (insert child's name here). I (insert child's name here) officially accept (insert name here) as my guardian.' Of course, we've had ones that are needlessly and extremely complicated."

"Who's drawing up our paper?"

Chaos took a moment to consider the question. "I believe I might ask Pontus. It has to be someone both you and I know, which he is. And he's less likely to write a twenty page essay that we have to read and sign. Compared to Aether, at least."

I nodded. "I think I get it now."

Chaos smiled. "I'm glad. It's getting late. We should get Pontus to draw up the papers tomorrow. It's been a long day."

"It sure has." I turned to go, walking to the door. "Thank you."

"No, thank you Percy. And allow me." With a wave of his hand, Chaos teleported me back into my room.

Luke fell off my bed in surprise. "Shit!" He swore loudly when I materialized two feet in front of him.

I couldn't help help but laugh. "Sorry, Luke. Chaos just teleported me back."

Luke swore again before catching his breath from the scare and straightening up. He cleared his throat slightly, trying to get rid of the hoarseness that followed screaming.

"What did Chaos want? He never calls people to his office during their free time before curfew."

I shrugged, suddenly uncomfortable. How do you tell someone that the creator of the universe wants to adopt you? Just drop it on them suddenly, or ease into it? How do you even ease into something like that?

"He just wanted to ask me something," I finally replied.

Luke frowned slightly in curiosity. "What'd he need to ask you?"

I opened my mouth to come up with a response, when i thought heard a sound in the hallway outside my door. Whispering urgently, I asked Luke, "Did you hear that?"

His frown deepened. "No."

Feeling foolish and paranoid, I tried to get rid of the thought of someone lurking behind my door. Instead of swinging the door open like my body itched for me to do, I kept talking with Luke.

"Sorry," I apologized. "I think I'm just kind of paranoid. Anyways, what were you saying?"

Luke shrugged. "It's fine. I had wanted to know what Chaos had asked you."

"Oh." I sighed, then decided to go with the sudden approach. "Chaos asked me... If I'd mind being his adopted son."

Clearly not expecting that bomb to be dropped, Luke's jaw fell to the floor. I didn't lay any attention to that though, because in the hallway, something clattered loudly to the ground right outside my bedroom door.