Very new to writing fanfiction. I've read them for what seems like forever. Writing has always been a passion of mine, and I hope to create a story that you enjoy. There will likely not be many if any author's notes in this story, I enjoy them in other works, but I want this to flow smoothly from one chapter to the next. Thank you for clicking on this, I hope I honor your kindness. -Obi/BlueGohan

Bland.

A word that came to mind when I chanced a look at myself. Not always seen as a positive trait, but certainly more often than not these days. Minute details, imperfections in certain areas, faultlessness in others; something to pick apart, always so easy to see in the world, in everything else.

I wore the face of a boy this time. A look back up at the mirror revealed stringy black hair that easily fell beyond the eyes, accompanied by the start of dark rings that seemed too comfortable to be new. Looking through the unkempt curtains revealed sea green eyes that seemed to bite back despite the dark moat entrapping them. Interesting. I didn't know how long it had been since the last time. It had been cold at the end, not that it ever wasn't. A face flashed in my mind, a woman, a young girl, smiles and laughter, screams and despair-

I knew better than to try and remember.

Pain streaked through my head and I cowed to it, unable to muster the strength to become disappointed at memories now lost and forgotten. It never became easier, this cycle. Who knew how long it'd been running, how many mornings I'd woken up in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar country, in an unfamiliar body?

Footsteps. As if this morning wasn't terrible enough.

"Percy! Hon you're gonna be late for school, we've got to get there before 10-" she entered the room without knocking and I stared her down with what I hoped was an expected level of disgruntlement.

"Hello… mother?" I supplied.

She smiled back and rolled her eyes. "Hello Perseus," she returned with an over the top posh accent. "I believe you have a carriage waiting for you to take you to your new learning establishment." She seemed to waiver toward the end of what she assumed to be banter.

"Listen, you know I don't like this, but I can't think of any other way to get you back on track." She gazed at luggage I hadn't noticed before in the corner of the room before sighing. "We'll just play it by ear okay? I don't like the thought of not seeing you until parents weekend in october but those are the sacrifices that have to be made"

So I was being sent to boarding school it seemed? Not the worst predicament I'd woken up in. A memory conjured in my mind of a time I'd opened my eyes only to have them meet the void. A dank and rancid smell made up for the lack of visuals, silent except for the soon to be sounds of rats making their way-

Another flash of pain lit the back of my eyes on fire. Only an idiot would repeat the same mistake minutes after the consequences of the last one. Perhaps I could blame that on this vessel, it seemed the previous owner wasn't that bright.

The woman peeled her eyes off the suitcases. "I'll be in the car, grab these and make your way down the stairs. Make sure not to wake Gabe up, he's still asleep in the living room." She turned and made her way out of the room.

I stared at the door for a minute. She seemed nice. I walked to the bags and bent over to pick them up before something caught my eye. A picture frame. Housing a photo of a little boy with the same black hair and green eyes, dark circles absent, and a woman much the same as the one that was just here, worry lines and the starts of grays yet to form. The difference between then and now seemed to be only a few years, yet if you were to place them side by side it seemed those years hadn't been kind. "All Smelly Gabe's fault"

I almost dropped the picture.

… What?