A/N: Thank you for those who reviewed! *Throws mangoes everywhere* Have a mango or two! e- /shot

Edit: Sorry, guys! I edited this chapter so the Capture the Flag scene is different. I totally forgot Percy was invisible so I replaced him with some random guy. Don't worry, this will just be his only appearance (probably); he isn't major or anything.

It was dark when they gathered in the forest to discuss the rules of Capture the Flag. Haruhi was dressed in ancient Greek armor, just like the rest of the campers. Her helmet, which had red feathers jutting out like a mohawk, was too big for her and she had to adjust it every now and then. In her right hand was the spear her dad packed for her and in her left hand was a heavy shield. Her muscles strained under the weight of her items.

"Alright, listen up you pathetic low-life excuses for demigods," Mr. D, the camp director announced. "The rules are simple. Every camper who is not injured has to play. The creek is the boundary line and the Woods is the playing field. The entire forest is fair game. All magic items are allowed. The flags must be prominently displayed and can have no more than two guards. Prisoners may be disarmed, but may not be bound or gagged. Killing or maiming is NOT allowed. The punishment for breaking this rule is loss of dessert for one week! And lastly, guards aren't allowed to stand within ten yards of the flag. Understood?"

"Yes, Mr. D," the campers dragged.

"Alright, you may begin then." The god waved his hands dismissively and vanished in a puff of smoke.

"Remember, campers! I'll be in the game as well serving is a medic. Try not to shoot me with your arrows. My rear still has a scar." Chiron shot a glance at the Apollo campers, who all shifted nervously. "Let this be a fair game!" And with that said, Chiron galloped down the stairs of the platform.

As the campers went into their separate territories, Tamaki rushed to Haruhi's side to fix her falling helmet. "Good luck out there!" he said, a smile on his face. "Make Papa proud!"

Haruhi observed Tamaki. He was dressed in a pink Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and skinny jeans. "Senpai, aren't you going to participate?"

"The Aphrodite cabin usually cheers in the sidelines," explained Kyoya. "Now, hurry up, Haruhi. We're lagging behind."

"Oh, yes. Sorry, Kyoya-senpai."

Haruhi took one last glance at Tamaki, who returned it with a friendly wave. "Bring home the bacon!"

The brunette smiled and waved back. "I'll try!"

She then turned and jogged to catch up to Kyoya, who had gotten tired of keeping a slow pace with her.

. . .

"Alright, this should be a nice place to set the flag." A girl with blonde hair and stormy gray eyes pointed at the place under the cool shadow of a tree. In the distance, Haruhi could see Firework Beach. They must be close to the edge of the forest.

"Right, you guys heard the geek," a girl with stringy, ragged brown hair said, "Place the flag under the tree!"

Two buff teens carried the flag under the tree and jabbed it deep into the ground. The flag, Haruhi noticed, was red with silver intricate designs of an olive tree, swirls, and a boar's head. The symbol of Ares and Athena, thought the brown-haired demigod.

"Okay! Gather." The girl with the stormy gray eyes gestured everyone to huddle up. "The other team has Apollo, Demeter, Dionysus and Hermes while we have Ares, Athena, Hephaestus, and Seaweed Brain. They have a slight advantage with the Apollo cabin on their side, considering they could be setting archers around the ground to shoot. But we have intelligence and raw power by our side! With a little planning, we could get their flag without much notice. So, listen up."

The plan was to use a Yankee's cap, which supposedly grants the user invisibility, onto the gray-eyed girl to get the flag. Percy and a few other campers were to act as a shield and distraction for her. The Hephaestus cabin will set traps around the perimeter to reduce the chance of the enemies from proceeding any further. This other kid and Honey would guard the flag. The rest of the remaining campers were to spread out and prevent anybody from getting near the flag. It sounded sort of like a war strategy, Haruhi thought.

"Clever," Kyoya commented. "As expected from Annabeth."

"That's her name?" inquired Haruhi. "Very American."

Kyoya smiled. "Well, yeah. She is American."

After a few minutes, the group dispersed and went off to attend their duties.

. . .

Haruhi was standing by the edge of the creek. A couple of yards to her right, she could see another camper in the same time team as her. The creek seemed to be whisper as its water flowed by. Moonlight sent shadows across the trees, adding a sinister look to the forest; the growls and hisses from the inhuman occupants didn't exactly made Haruhi feel any better.

Then suddenly, the battle began. A sword swung itself at Haruhi, but she blocked it with the staff of her spear. Though, the blow was strong enough to knock her off her feet. Her helmet flew and skidded a few feet away, leaving her head defenseless.

"Haruhi?" a familiar voice asked, obviously shocked. It was Hikaru. He was dressed in the same armor, but his helmet had blue feathers. He looked baffled.

Haruhi hopped up to her feet. This is time to prove herself. This is the time to show what she is made of. Though, it did suck a little she was fighting her friend. But orders are orders. So, thrusting the spear at Hikaru, she let out a small cry. "Hyaaa!"

Hikaru instantly jumped back, landing in the cool waters of the creek. "Hold up, chica! Gimme a second to recover."

"Recover from what?" she asked.

"Shock! I don't want to fight you."

"Me neither, but I have orders to ward off the other team from our territory. Sorry, Hikaru, but orders are orders. Feel free to turn back though!"

"What? And miss all the action? No way! Girl or not, I'm fighting you."

Hikaru ran over to Haruhi, sword in hand. As he lifted the weapon to strike, the brunette protected herself with the staff of her spear. But Hikaru already knew this – he put enough power into his swing that the spear broke into two. Haruhi let out a small gasp, stepping back a few steps. He had cut a large gash against her armor.

Okay, that is it. "You are so dead!" she said, sounding a little playful. This was actually kind of fun. She tossed the wood to the side, holding the other end that held the pointed head. Quickly, she scooped up a handful of dirt and threw it at Hikaru, who had been charging at her.

The Hermes camper stopped in his tracks, covering his dirt-blinded eyes. He coughed, trying to swat away the fog of dirt that had gathered. Haruhi took this moment to attack.

She ran over to him, letting out a cry of battle, and knocked him off his feet with a thrust on the thigh. She didn't stab him too deep, but just enough for his leg to buckle. Pointing the spear in front of Hikaru's face, she said, "You're coming with me."

Hikaru's face scrunched up. "I can't believe you beat me."

Haruhi smiled. "Never underestimate the power of females!"

. . .

Boom! Boom!

More explosions.

Screams. Startled screams.

Boom!

The traps seemed to be working, Honey thought. That gray-eyed girl's plan seemed to be working; so far, no one has come close the flag. It was good, he knew, but it was also so boring! He wanted some action, too. He wanted to fight, to show that he wasn't some useless cute boy – to show that he was more than that. And it would have been great if some of the Ares campers would see him in action. Maybe then they'd make him stop wearing such silly clothes.

"So, what's your name?" asked the guard beside him. "My name is Richard."

"Mitsukuni Haninozuka," replied Honey. "And this is Usa-chan!" The blonde lifted his pink bunny up, smiling brightly. Somehow, Kyoya had blackmailed managed to convince the Ares cabin to give Usa-chan back.

"Don't you think you're a little too old for a stuffed toy?" the boy inquired curiously.

"No one is too old! Like, are you not too old to be playing Capture the Flag?"

"Hey. It's very different from human Capture the Flag. You could get killed."

"At least the punishment is okay. No dessert is bad."

Richard smiled. "Gosh, why do Japanese have such cute accents? I'm jealous."

"Cute?" Honey's eyes sparkled. "You think I am cute?"

"Um. . . sure."

"Alright! We are friends from now on!"

Their conversation was cut short from the shower of arrows headed their way. Both guards quickly lifted up their shields, deflecting the arrows like an umbrella is to rain.

"Apollo campers!" said Richard. He looked up from his shield when the arrows stopped coming their way. "Lots of them."

We're under attack? Oh, oh! It's my chance to prove myself, Honey thought excitedly. He felt giddy with adrenaline.

They both waited patiently until one of the archers jumped off from a tree. She was slightly plump with golden hair brought into a braid. "We're here to take the flag. Surrender and you don't have to lose."

"Actually, let me make a deal with you. You surrender and you don't have to get your butt kicked."

The blonde girl's face went red with anger and embarrassment; the rage in her blue eyes was visible. "I warned you." She lifted a hand. "Fire!"

Suddenly, dozens of arrows came from behind the girl. Richard and Honey lifted their shields up against their chest. The arrows whizzed pass and slammed against their shields, but none hit them.

That was until Richard let out a small scream. An arrow hit just a centimeter above his knee. He tried to stay on his feet, but the next arrow made its mark on his thigh. With the weight of his shield and sword, he could no longer stand.

Now is my chance, thought Honey. He ran over the blue-eyed girl, swinging his sword up. But an arrow hit his hand and he dropped it, blood splattering onto his hair and clothes.

Honey let out a small yelp, but didn't stop in advancing. He saw her bringing out a bow and an arrow from her quiver. She was going to strike.

But Richard wasn't entirely useless; he threw his sword and just like Honey, it hit the girl's hand. She dropped her arrow, hand jabbed with a sword. She growled, putting down her bow and lifting the sword with her uninjured hand. She threateningly pointed at Honey.

Though, the Japanese demigod didn't pay attention to it. He merely blocked the strike she had blown, his feet wobbling from the force. Then he swiped his foot under hers and she fell down. He took the sword before she could recover and shoved the tip a centimeter away from her throat. "Please tell your troops to stop shooting. You lose."

The girl looked reluctant. But when Honey shoved it closer to her throat, she lifted a hand. "Down, guys."

The arrows stopped coming. Slowly, the hidden archers emerged from their hiding places. They all looked disappointed.

Honey smiled. "Please drop your weapons. You are our prisoners now."

. . .

"Hey, Honey! Look who decided to join the party." Haruhi chimed, waving as she held a firm grip onto Hikaru's arm.

"Hikaru! But I thought—"

"Beat him. He's now our prisoner. Isn't that dandy?"

"You seem a little happy."

"Maybe."

Hikaru glumly sat with the Apollo archers, who welcomed him with the same melancholy he held. "This sucks," he mutters.

"I know," an Apollo archer muttered. "I know."

Haruhi smiled. "Anyways, Honey, I'm going back to my station. See you so—"

"We won!" she heard someone shout. As the owner of the voice emerged, she saw that it was the stringy haired girl. Clarisse was her name, if Haruhi remembered correctly. "We won! That know-it-all crossed the border with their flag! HA! SUCK IT, LOSERS!"

The Apollo campers and lone Hermes camper all groaned.

"Yay! Did you hear that, Haruhi? We won! We won!" Honey jumped up and down, caught in sweet, sweet joy. Richard who was down on the ground smiled triumphantly.

Haruhi smiled herself as well. "Well, look at that. We won." Despite her lame response, in the inside, she was squealing and shouting like a crazed lunatic.

And so, Haruhi's first Capture the Flag ended with a victory.