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This isn't happening. This is totally not happening. Why is Honey wearing a black leather jacket, a spiked choker, black boots, and ripped jeans? Why is his hair slicked back, too? This doesn't make sense. Haruhi could only stare at the doe-eyed boy, who looked quite uncomfortable sitting in between two thick teenage boys.

"I see that the Ares kids gave Honey a makeover," Kyoya said, slightly amused. "This is quite interesting."

"T. . . That's Honey?" Mori looked completely taken aback. He must have not noticed it was Honey – after all, he had always known him as the cute little boy type. Totally not the punk rock talk to me and you're dead type.

He stood up from his seat and walked straight to Honey, the look of disbelief plastered on his face. "Wait!" Kyoya called, standing up from his seat as well. "You're not supposed to go to other tables—"

But he was too late. Mori was already hovering above Honey, casting a dark shadow over the little ball of punk.

Honey turned around slowly, stared at the latter, and then jumped into his arms. "MORI, HELP ME!"

"H-Honey?" Mori looked shocked, surprised that his personality hasn't changed; he had expected something far different from this. "What do you mean?"

"They put me in these clothes and—and they told me I needed to act my age—and, and. . ." Honey's eyes welled up in tears. "I don't want to be in the Ares cabin! I hate it! They're always playing rock music, they have all these weapons and, and—I WANT TO GO HOME!"

That sounds terrible, Haruhi thought, feeling the slightest bit of pity for the boy. In her cabin, they had blueprints and books. It was heaven for the brunette – reading and constructing projects she has always dreamed of doing. They welcomed her for who she was. But what would happen if she was different? Just like Honey. Would they have welcomed her?

"Mori, Honey, that's enough," Kyoya chided, his arms crossed. "Honestly, you're causing a ruckus. We'll talk more about your problems during free time, okay? Promise. We'll sort this out."

Honey sniffed, wiping a stray tear away. "Okay. . ." He then glumly walked over to his seat, where he was asked what was wrong by the two meaty guys.

Poor Honey, thought Haruhi.

. . .

Haruhi stared in utter doubt. She couldn't believe this – an actual Pegasus! This was just unbelievable; how can this even be real? But then it suddenly it hit her: anything is possible now that you're a demigod. What else is there?

The instructor's voice was muffled as she stared at the winged horse. She was going to ride this thing. Oh my gosh. She can't believe this – she was going to ride this majestic creature. She smiled when a white Pegasus with spotted white-and-brown fur glanced at her. If a Pegasus could smile, it would have definitely smiled back at her.

"Alright, now everyone has their helmet on? The ride is rough for first timers!" The instructor glanced at the Host Club. "Make sure to hold on tight to the reigns; oh and refrain from sitting on near their bums! They get quite uncomfortable – they might toss you off!"

The class of demigods laughed.

They all approached the horses, eager to set flight into the air. But Haruhi was the most excited; she walked hurriedly to a random black Pegasus.

Before she threw a leg over the side, a hand placed itself on her shoulder. She turned, a little annoyed, and caught the gaze of a teenage boy with tousled brown hair and dazzling blue eyes. She blinked, forgetting her irritation for a moment.

"Blackjack is my horse," he said. "But you can have Sugarcane over there." He nodded to a Pegasus with a metallic silver coat. "She's free."

Haruhi blinked a few times, taking a moment to translate that in her brain. 'Blackjack' must be the name of the horse. And it's his. 'She's free' must mean that the horse with the silver coat (Sugarcane) must be available. Slowly, she nodded and walked off to Sugarcane.

It whinnied when it saw her and pawed the ground with its hooves. Impatient, Haruhi thought. "Hello. My name is Haruhi. I will ride you now. Thank you." She hopped onto Sugarcane's back, holding onto the old worn-out reins.

"Okay," the instructor announced, on a horse himself, "whip the reins and the Pegasus will fly! Remember, hold on tight! I'll be watching you all."

It didn't take Haruhi to translate everything to know what he said. Whipping the reins, Sugarcan let out a cry and jumped up into the air. The wings flapped and flapped as the silver-coated Pegasus rose into the air.

This could be described as one thing: amazing. The wind ruffled her hair with its long, smooth fingers as they ascended. She could barely breathe or feel anything at all aside from the adrenaline that rushed through her veins. "This is so cool!" she whooped.

"Wow, Haruhi," Tamaki said, his Pegasus galloping next to hers. "I've never seen you that happy since we did that cross-dressing opera."

Haruhi, a little taken aback from Tamaki's comment, cleared her throat. "As a matter-of-fact, Senpai, I'm not that uptight. And besides, we're riding a Pegasus! This is like a fantasy dream come true!"

The smile on Haruhi's face sent a blush onto Tamaki's face. The blonde boy smiled. "Yeah."

"You're a natural," someone commented. It was the guy with the dazzling blue eyes. He smiled. "Hey, I'm Percy."

"Haruhi." replied the brunette. "It is nice to meet you, Percy."

Percy grinned. "Cute accent. Anyways, bet you a drachma that I could totally beat you to the strawberry fields."

Haruhi raised her eyebrows. "But we are supposed to be following the instructor's—"

"Screw that," Percy said, waving a hand flippantly. "I wanna see your skills."

The brown-haired demigod thought about her options. It wouldn't hurt to be bad once in a while.

"You are on."

. . .

Haruhi sunk her toes in the warm sand of Fireworks Beach. The day had gone out splendidly. They won a match against the Apollo cabin in volleyball and later on learned how to make fireworks – fireworks. But right now, it seemed to have gone downhill. They were about to discuss Honey's situation.

"So, Honey, tell us what happened. Why are you wearing that?" Hikaru inquired curiously. He was dressed in an orange shirt that said Camp Half-Blood. It would take until next week that his clothes would be sent here so he was borrowing clothes from his half-brothers back at the Hermes cabin. "I mean, that is so not you."

"The campers in that big scary red building—"

"Ares cabin," corrected Kyoya. But Honey went on anyways.

"—told me I needed to change my style. They said I would embarrass them! They even took away Usa-chan!" Honey's eyes prickled with tears. "Kyoya, I want to go home."

"No can do, Honey," Kyoya replied. "You need to be properly trained. By the end of summer, though, you can go home. Just not now when you're defenseless."

"But I know how to defend myself!" huffed Honey. "I can beat those monsters in a jiffy!"

"Men, men, we should not shout in such a peaceful place!" Tamaki demanded, placing a hand over his eyes as if to hide the nonexistent tears. "Look, Honey, we know you're strong and everything, but you need to cope. Summer isn't that long, right? You'll be okay, you have us. For now, go with the flow."

"Yeah! A sibling of mine knows how to get chocolate cake out of camp if paid correctly." Kaoru added, smiling brightly. "If you cope just a bit more, we'll get you cake regularly!"

Honey sniffed. "You mean it?"

Kaoru nodded. "We mean it." He then glanced to Kyoya, who flinched. His look told: You're buying everything, four eyes.

Honey took a moment to ponder about this before breaking out into a full-out smile. "Okay! But can I at least have Usa-chan back?"

"I'll talk to them," said Kyoya. "We managed to get a treaty with them on capture the flag – they don't want to lose a valuable ally over something as silly as this."

"Capture the flag?" Haruhi parroted. "You guys play that silly game?"

Kyoya smiled mysteriously. "I'd like to see you call it silly after tonight."