Summary; A young demon from Halloween town and a boy who meddles in peoples lives trying to help, end up in New York, there they meet Percy Jackson, can they find a way home? Will they find more then friendship, and what's this about rumours of two strangers carrying giant keys? Yaoi. KH and Percy Jackson and the Olympians crossover.

Stormkeeper818; sorry it's late, had a tough time writing it right.

Disclaimer; I do not own anything except Fife and Stalos and plot idea

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"Stalos stay still," a frustrated Fife grabbed Stalos's shoulders, forcing him to sit down on the chair he had been struggling to escape.

"But-!"

"No 'Buts', now stay still," Fife's hand glowed a faint green colour and Stalos's tattered feathery wings disappeared, replaced by a pair of pale brown tattoos just below his demon ones.

"Are you done?" Stalos asked nervously.

"No, while your demon wings remain intact you can't use them, to be honest you've been pretty lucky, I don't have to get rid of them completely, just shrink them,"

Stalos felt his demon wings spasm, before shrinking down to a pair of toy-like wings instead of the magnificent awe-inspiring beauties they had been before.

"How about now?"

"Yep," Fife took his hands away from Stalos's wings, "Try not to break the spell otherwise they won't heal,"

"How long will that take?"

Fife just sighed, "I don't know,"

"So what are we supposed to do?"

"Try and blend in I suppose, though we'll have to change our attire, and the house,"

"Lets just hope no one decides to cause us any trouble," Stalos said, before standing up and linking hands with Fife.

The two stood there, in the middle of the run-down living room with its moth-eaten curtains and collapsing couch. They shut their eyes in concentration and started to glow a faint light blue. The light around them shifted to red, to orange, to yellow to purple, to pink and back to blue, cycling as the light expanded to cover them in a small dome. The dome grew until filled the room, going through the walls and ceiling as if they weren't there until it encompassed the entire building, including the garden.

There was a flash of blinding light and in the place of the condemned building they had claimed for themselves after they found Percy, stood a beautiful white house, a raised porch in front of it leading onto a large walled garden, a pond behind the house and a well off to the side. Everything inside had also been fixed, the couches were no longer sagging, the broken television was repaired and the cardboard boxes it'd been standing on had been turned into a wooden table, a draw at the bottom.

"Nice," Stalos said, looking around, he looked over at Fife when he heard him sigh in a resigned manner, "What?"

Fife held up his wallet and shook it. the chink of a few coins could be heard but that was it, "We're almost skint, we can only afford to make pancakes but that's it until we can jobs, and that's have to be in the next three days,"

"So?" Stalos failed to see the problem, earning money would be an easy task for them, "Not like it'll be hard,"

"We'll also have to go to school, remember, that's what those old ladies at the bus stop said when we had just arrived,"

"Oh," Stalos slumped his shoulders; he did not want to go to school, and dreading whatever it was Fife had planned.

"Hey!" Percy jumped at the voice behind him. He turned round to see a grinning Stalos behind him.

"Wha-what are you doing here?" he cried, causing several people to look at him funny.

"Duh, I'm here for the same reason as you, it's a legal requirement, you think I'd be here if I had a choice," Stalos shrugged.

"But aren't you a little too old for this class?" Percy hinted.

"What about her, and him, and while we're at it them as well," Stalos pointed to several people who looked to be between 16 and 18, and Percy cursed that this was a club for everyone in the school. Now that he thought about it, why was he so anxious that Stalos leaved?

The door slid open, and Percy stifled a chuckle as he remembered why it'd been changed to that instead of a normal door. A young woman walked in, her name was Peorth Fortisque, she was well liked among the male portion of the class because of her figure and naturally flirtatious attitude, though she always tried to encourage people to do their best and most of the time was very soft spoken.

Following her was a young boy dressed in lace less shin-high boots, shorts a short-sleeved top and a jacket that covered his arms and went half-way down the back of his legs. His blue-green hair and piercing blue eyes caught the attention of everyone in the room; he could have been wearing a jester's outfit for all the attention everyone was paying to his clothes.

Stalos snorted at Percy's confused expression, "Typical Fife, gets everyone's attention just by showing up and does he give them a blind bit of notice? No,"

Percy still looked confused and Stalos looked at him, slightly unnerved at the attention the other boy was giving him.

"What?" he demanded.

"Your costume…you're not wearing it," it was true, instead Stalos was wearing black trousers decorated with several belts and pockets stitched on haphazardly, his boots were also black as were his fingerless gloves, his top however was skin coloured, though Percy noticed a pair of toy-like wings sticking up and he still had fangs.

"Stalos," Peorth called softly, before turning to the rest of the class, "everyone we have two new students starting today, Stalos could you stand up,"

Stalos stood up, shrinking under the annoyed gaze that Fife sent his way.

"Why don't you tell us a bit about yourself," Peorth suggested.

"Okay, my name is Stalos, I just started today, I live with my friend over there, I love Halloween and anyone who ticks me off is gonna get their ass whooped," Stalos smirked at the class, ignoring their sighs and annoyed comments about stupid tough guys.

"Okay…." Peorth started, unsure about what to do next after Stalos's statement, "Um, how about you Fife," she looked at Fife.

Fife sighed and stood up straight, looking directly at the assembled students, face bored.

"My name is Fife Azaere, I'm 16 years old and live with my friend Stalos over there," he pointed at said boy and the class turned to stare at him, "I just recently moved here and that's about it," he shrugged.

He made to go towards several empty seats that had suddenly appeared when Peorth called him back, "Aren't you going to tell us your hobbies, your likes and dislikes," she suggested.

Fife looked at her, "Not really, my interests are my own, I have no intention of sharing my private life with a room full of strangers," he walked off and sat down next to Stalos.

'Well' Percy thought, 'this is going to be an interesting week'

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Enjoy chapter 3, sorry it took so long, but anyway, please review.