Scratch last chapter about the waiting until I finish Goku's Sister before continuing. I have already gotten so much positive feedback that I can't resist writing and posting Chapter 2. (Has anyone seen how many friggin' favorites and follows I have already gotten in over a month?!) I hope I do not disappoint those that are reading my story, though! And sorry that Minato is turning out to be OOC—as well as a few other characters—but it works with the story line. At least it's not as bad as some of the stories I have read a little of and completely stop reading in the middle of a chapter because a character I love is completely different for no reason at all besides the fact that the author wants him/her to be that way.

Disclaimer: I forgot this last chapter, but I do not own either, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, or Naruto other than a few books!

Chapter Two:

I'm Not a Demigod

Chiron stared at the boy thrashing in the bed in the infirmary, his horse half tucked away in his magic wheelchair. The blonde—easily cleaned of monster gore thanks to a snap of Dionysus' finger that also restored the boy's clothes to a presentable condition—looked so small in the bed that it was ridiculous. Another, equally small blonde girl, lay spread out at the foot of the bed, her feet dangling over the edge. A sandy-haired boy sat in a chair pulled up beside the bed, head resting on his folded arms on the bed; softly snoring as he slept as well—miraculously not getting hit by on of the younger boy's flailing limbs. Grover was clopping around in an odd little jig; dark circles around his eyes.

"You should sleep, Grover. You look dead on your f—hooves." Chiron chastised, barely avoiding a slip of his tongue. All the old centaur received in response was a bleat from the tense satyr who continued his nervous pacing. He sighed, and looked back at the blonde. His slightly angled yet pudgy face was scrunched up in what looked like pain or fear, forehead covered in a thin sheen of sweat making his bangs cling to his face. His forehead protector, coat, and weapon pouches were resting on the bedside table near the bed he lay in.

"No change in the brat I see…" A bored voice from the doorway drawled.

"No change, Dionysus, but what is he? He can't be mortal or the wards wouldn't have let him into the camp boundaries, nor would he have been hurt by Celestial Bronze, but he can't be a demigod or the ambrosia wouldn't have affected him the way it did." Chiron voiced, looking at the god still in a loud, tiger print shirt. A Diet Coke can was in one hand, glinting harshly in the florescent lights.

"You're right," Dionysus said, taking a swig from the can, looking at the boy with eyes that were unreadable. "He is not a demigod."

Grover stopped pacing, wide, goat-like eyes staring at the wine god. He sniffed the air tentatively, looking at Minato with a puzzled look. In an unsure manner, he said, "But he smells like a demigod, sir."

"He's not, though, Hades said he would have that scent due to the seal on him being reinforced with the power of a god. But I bet if you concentrate really hard then you'll smell his power on the boy seeing as he is the one to reinforce the seal." The god watched the satyr carefully as he started his pacing again. "I believe you have an idea as to what he is Chiron, seeing as you know of the Elemental Nations."

Chiron looked stunned, a cold weight settling in his stomach. "But that's impossible. No mortal can make it here unless…"

"They have the help of a god," Dionysus finished with a sigh. "It's very bothersome really. Especially since he has half of the Kyuubi—"

"What?!" Chiron exclaimed, his brown eyes wide.

"Yes, he has half of a bijou in him, that's why he has a seal and why Athena pressed for it to be strengthened before he was sent here so he could be watched over—I believe that she thought I would watch him closely because of my punishment. The only reasons that the camp's barriers let him in is because of the fact that he has an insane amount of chakra, and the trace of two gods' powers in his seal.

"That's also why he was hurt by Celestial Bronze; it thought he was a monster due to the demonic chakra in his system. But the metal got confused because it also believed he was a mortal, so that answers the question of the arrow having no entry wound. That odd technique he used—and the fox—are the only things that kept him from bleeding out even though I could have healed his would before then—if I felt up to it—, but I wanted to see how he would react." The wine god told the shocked centaur.

"But he's a boy!" Grover protested, not particularly caring what the Elemental Nations were at the moment. Surprisingly, the god laughed after shooting the satyr a condescending look.

"Physically, yes, but mentally he is at least thirty years of age," Dionysus said, making Grover splutter in surprise. "Shinigami decided to play a trick on the boy, and sent him here when the blonde idiot was ready to send his soul to purgatory and die in the physical plain."

The room became deathly quiet, and Chiron looked at the boy thrashing on the bed. He broke the silence by asking, "What's his name?"

"His name is Minato Namikaze, the Fourth Hokage of Konohagakure." Came the reply and Chiron's eyes grew wider. The centaur only felt shock.

"I attacked the Yellow Flash of Konoha." He said numbly, looking over at the wine god. This was about too much information for him to handle at one time.

"Yes, yes you did. I would consider yourself lucky that you are alive and that he is a child again. Otherwise, you would have been attack easily because he wouldn't have been tired then."

-::- -::- -::-

Minato found himself back in the Hokage office in Konoha. Hiruzen sat at the desk; the village was a wreck through the windows at the man's back. A small, blanketed bundle that lay on the desk was the center of the man's attention, though, instead of the village. The boy was about to call out when the Sandaime spoke softly.

"Why, Minato…?" The elderly man's words were laced with grief, and Minato looked up at him. It was disorienting considering he had been slightly taller than the man only a few days ago, and had not had to crane his neck to look the man in the eyes for years. Sarutobi continued in the same grief laden manner, "I understand why, but, still, why, Minato?"

A familiar man suddenly burst into the room, the door slamming against the wall, making the windows rattle in their frames. He looked disheveled with almost unnoticeable black bags under his dark eyes. His long white hair was slightly tousled, and it seemed as if the red lines on his face were more prominent against skin that was paler than normal. Jiraiya was panting lightly, likely from having run for a great deal of time at an incredible speed.

"I got here as fast as I could," the Toad Sanin said, then it seemed as if he noticed something more was off than just the grief from the dead that were still being gathered from the Kyuubi attack. Almost fearfully, the man asked, "Where's Minato, sensei?"

Sarutobi did not answer vocally, but minutely shook his head, his eyes closed. Jiraiya's breath caught for a second, his face deflating of emotion. Minato tried to say something only to find that it was as if someone had put a seal on him, making him unable to talk or make a single noise with his vocal chords.

"What happened?" The white-haired man demanded shakily, still unable to process the fact that his last student was dead.

"He sealed the Kyuubi into his son…" Hiruzen said, looking down at the babe on the desk.

Jiraiya seemed to just appear by the child, looking down at him with wide eyes. As if to prove he was real he reached out to brush one of the infant's small hands with one of his large fingers. He drew his hand back with an indescribable look in his dark eyes.

"But…" The Hokage continued uncertainly. The Sanin's attention became solely focused on his sensei, eyes gaining a small ray of hope. "But, after the sealing, he fell to the ground and his body disappeared."

"Wh-What?" Jiraiya stuttered; shock painted on his face. "He just disappeared?"

"Yes, into thin air." Sarutobi said, picking up Naruto into his arms and sitting down in the Hokage chair with the child.

"But that's impossible!" Came the younger man's opposition loudly, but not loud enough to disturb the napping child.

"But that's what happened, Jiraiya." Sarutobi looked at his former student. "I don't know how it happened, but it did."

That stopped the pervert from saying anything else, leaving the room in an awkward silence. Without even making a sound, Minato walked over to Sarutobi. Standing on his tiptoes to peer at the baby, he used the desk as a way to keep his balance better, and shifted a single paper slightly, catching the attention of the two ninja in the room for a second before it was dismissed. Noting their shift in attention in the back of his mind, Minato thought, Naruto.

The small blonde was sleeping, his whiskered face peaceful. Slowly, two blue eyes as bright as Minato's own opened. Blearily, they looked up at Sarutobi then shifted a little to lock an unfocused gaze on Minato. Giving a happy gurgle, Naruto smiled a toothless smile.

The Yondaime could have sworn that his son, now only six years younger than he was, was looking directly at him. Yet he did not think that was possible, because Sarutobi and Jiraiya could not see him, or detect his presence aside from the slight movement of the paper; making him believe that right then he was something like an undead phantom—how that was possible he could not guess, but it was the most probable explanation he could come up with. To see if the tiny blonde could see him, Minato stepped to his right and unfocused eyes followed him, much to his surprise.

"What seal did he use?" Jiraiya said, the sharpness in his voice betraying his slight anxiety.

"Why don't you tell me… I have a guess, but I hope it is wrong." Sarutobi said, unwinding the blanket from around the babe, revealing a white diaper and a jet-black seal emblazoned on his stomach.

"That's the Eight Trigrams Seal… So that means…" Jiraiya trailed off.

"I was hoping I was wrong, but apparently I wasn't." Wrapping Naruto back up, Hiruzen placed him back on the desk where he stared at Jiraiya with big blue eyes.

"Sensei, that still doesn't explain why Minato's body disappeared though." The white-haired man stated as Minato slowly reached out a hand to grab one of Naruto's hands gently. He was curious to see if he was able to touch Naruto. Small fingers wrapped around his larger index finger as he gingerly held his son's tiny, pudgy wrists. Another happy gurgle came from the smaller blonde, making the now six-year-old smile softly. A desire to get back to Konoha as quickly as he possibly could flared in his chest.

"I know that but—" The Sandaime's reply was cut off by his own slight intake of breath. There was a period of silence in which Minato stared at the arm he had reached out to touch Naruto. It was not as transparent anymore, but more translucent. He blinked, semi-confused, and silently looked up at Sarutobi then Jiraiya, both of whom had shocked expressions on their faces. The blonde's eyebrows shot up, almost hiding entirely in his bangs.

"M-Minato?" Jiraiya queried, as if not believing in what he was seeing. Deftly, Minato nodded in conformation. "But how?"

Opening his mouth to say something, nothing came out—much to the blonde's annoyance and the two adults' surprise when it looked like he was about to growl—, so, instead, Minato shrugged. Halfway through his shrug he stopped, eyebrows drawing together. Looking at Naruto's hand and his clasped together, he started to ponder over if that was the reason that they could see him.

"What?" Sarutobi asked.

Raising one finger on his free hand, Minato eyed the grip Naruto had on his finger. Reaching over, he gently pried open the baby's surprisingly strong grip from his hand, slipping his hand away. Immediately, he became transparent with Naruto making complaining noises. Letting the infant cling to his finger again, Minato became seeable again to the two adults. He glanced up at his sensei and the Sandaime with an expression he hoped said, "Well that's interesting."

"That's… peculiar…" Sandaime muttered; confusion about this whole exchange set on his face. Shaking his head, Minato looked at Hiruzen with a semi-hard look that betrayed his annoyance at the understatement about something that had some sense to it.

From his sensei, he earned a half-hearted chuckle of, "Definitely Minato alright, but how is it not all that peculiar?"

Minato grinned sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand. He tried to give them a look that broadcasted for them to not freak out as he lifted the hem of his shirt, gripping it in his teeth so it would not fall back down. The blonde made a one-handed hand sign, channeling his chakra a small ring of chakra appearing around him, making him frown slightly at his control. Slowly, a black seal appeared on his stomach and Jiraiya sucked in a quick breath.

"Damn it, Minato, really?" The white-haired man reached out to touch the seal to check and see what chakra was in it. He stopped a centimeter from the boy's stomach, looking at him for permission, only getting a shrug in response. His large hand reached the seal, and passed right through the skin as if it was not there, and he jerked his hand back quickly, but not before Minato could hiss in discomfort.

Minato tried not to glare at his sensei, but that feeling of the man's hand going through his stomach had been horrible. It had felt as if someone at stabbed him as well as tried to send ice into him while trying to burn him all at the same time. Plus, the stabbing feeling had been very uncomfortable, almost making him try and hit the pervert.

Raising his hands up in defense at the blonde's withering glare, Jiraiya said, "Hey I didn't know that would happen. At least you made a sound. Can you say anything?" When he received a glare that said that if the boy could he would be saying some very strong words to his sensei, he said, "I guess not."

"So I'm guessing that you sealed half of the fox in yourself and the other half in Naruto, am I correct?" The Sandaime asked, receiving a small nod from the Yondaime. He sighed. "Minato…"

Minato tried to dredge up a small smile, but froze, tilting his head. When the office started to darken around him, the blonde almost panicked; almost, but not quite. The two men in the office had worried looks on their faces as he started to dissolve out of existence.

"Minato, are you alive?" Jiraiya asked, slightly strained. Before the scene faded completely, Minato gave a huge nod. The last things he saw were the shocked faces of the two men staring down at him and Naruto's finger grasping on thin air. Then all the blonde boy knew was a repeating cycle of the hell from the Kyuubi attack…

-::- -::- -::-

With an incomprehensible cry, Minato's eyes shot open as he jerked into a sitting position in the bed. For a second the world spun dizzily, then the pain hit him and he fell back on the bed with another cry—this one full of pain—, writhing. It felt as if his insides and muscles had been torn apart and rearranged then put back in their proper places multiple times like some insanely painful puzzle. Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, the pain receded some, and the blonde lay there panting, curled on his side with his arms wrapped around his midsection, knees in his face.

"Minato!" A young, slightly feminine voice cried from what seemed like far away in the boy's pain delirious state. "Minato, what's wrong?"

"Hurts…" He whimpered in-between his gasps.

"What hurts?" Another voice, this one distinctly male, asked with concern from the same distance as the other voice.

"Everything…" He tried to tell them, but a spike of pain lanced through his entire body, making his whole body start shake uncontrollably. His body curled in on itself even tighter as a scream tore itself out of his lips. A small, cool hand somehow managed to slip in to rest on his forehead, and was gone as quickly as it had come.

"He's burning up!" The feminine voice wailed, breaking slightly as if the owner was crying—Annabeth he recognized.

"Grover, get either some people from the Apollo cabin up here or get Mr. D. Now!" The male voice ordered. The sound of something hard hitting the floor echoed in Minato's head as someone ran out of the room.

"What could have done this, Chiron?" A younger male voice asked—Luke.

"I don't know, Luke." Came the older voice's reply.

"Hiraishin…" Minato coughed in explanation, something wet splattering his lips. A metallic smell invaded his senses telling him of blood. Another cough wracked his small frame as he continued to tremble, gasping for air. "Too young…"

"Damn it, Yondaime!" The Kyuubi grumbled, sending his chakra into the boy to repair the damage that the blonde had caused himself. "You are stupid! If it weren't for the fact that I would die if you died I would just let you die!"

Minato hissed in discomfort, his heart racing as the bijou's chakra coursed through his undeveloped, already stressed to their max, six-year-old chakra coils. There was a gasp and the sound of someone scrambling away from him. Slowly, the pain started to disappear, and the blonde stopped trembling. He uncoiled slowly as the healing took effect on his muscles. Soon there was only a faint stab of pain remaining, like an echo of the real thing.

"That's as much as I can heal you without killing you thanks to your pathetic chakra pathways. You'll have to heal the rest of the way yourself, naturally." The fox ordered the barely conscious boy. "And until you are older do not use the Hiraishin or the Rasengan again! They put too much strain on your chakra coils right now and I really don't want to die because of a stupid container…"

Hai, Kyuubi… Minato thought, slowly drifting off into the blanket of unconsciousness with the concerned voices of Chiron, Luke, and Annabeth drifting away in the blackness.

-::- -::- -::-

Slowly, Minato became aware of his surroundings again. His foggy mind registered the fact that his body was extremely stiff as if he had been lying still for a few days, two at most. But he was also sore as if he had been through a vigorous workout. There was a slightly too clean smell hanging in the air that he associated with hospitals that made him groan internally. With an aching slowness, he cracked his eyes open to snap them shut again at the influx of light that was shining directly on his face.

That's a stupid place to have a window in reference to a bed, the blonde thought angrily. Once more he cracked his eyes open; squinting them almost shut as his eyes adjusted to the bright rays of sunlight. The room he was in was slightly Spartan, and only had one other bed that was empty when Minato looked. Resting on the stand beside his bed was his belongings and a jug of water along with an upturned glass.

The sight of the water made him realize just how parched he was. Yet trying to sit up proved to be nonexistent when his body blatantly screamed that it was not going to listen to him because of the spiking pain is caused a great deal of his muscles. Calling out was no better seeing as his throat just did not seem to want to form the words he wanted in anything louder than an incomprehensible croak. Sighing, he resolved to just wait for someone to enter the room. Thankfully he did not have to wait long as a familiar, fellow blonde girl walked in followed by an older, sandy-haired boy.

The girl froze; then launched herself at the bed with a brilliant smile and a cry of, "Minato!"

Annabeth squeezed the air out of him, and made his body scream in protest at the treatment. He gave a weak whimper that made the girl let go immediately with a worried look in her gray eyes. Luke laughed; his relief evident.

"I see you're awake after your two-day sleep, Sleeping Beauty." The pre-teen said, sitting down at the foot of Minato's bed as the blonde gapped at him. "You should see you face, and no, I'm not your Prince Charming."

"I thought… I though you… Like Thalia…" Annabeth said brokenly, looking as if she were about to burst into tears. Minato attempted to give her an awkward hug in comfort, but his arm did not want to move all that much, so he patted her knee instead.

"Not going to say anything, squirt?" Luke asked, tilting his head, a mischievous look in his smile. Minato gave the pitcher of water an extremely longing look, and the sandy-haired boy thankfully caught his meaning. "Or you just need water. That's understandable."

Quickly, half of the glass was filled and somehow Minato painfully squirmed into a sitting position, leaning against the pillow Annabeth propped up behind him. With shaking hands, the boy took the glass from Luke and greedily guzzled the water down, presenting the glass for a refill. After three more half-glass refills—and being reprimanded by Annabeth for drinking the water too fast—, Minato was content and croaked, "Thanks."

"No prob. Now what was that that you did to defeat the horde?" Luke said, placing the pitcher on the table, both him and Annabeth looking at the six-year-old expectantly. Minato sighed heavily. He knew that he would have this question asked to him, but, in truth, he did not want to answer it, yet he did not want to lie to his new friends.

"Well…" He began, and closed his eyes, bracing himself. "I used skills that were taught to me by a teacher that is far, far, far away from here. And before you ask, no, I can't teach you. One, you are too young, and two, it is something that you can't learn more than, because I, unlike you… I'm not a demigod, I'm a mortal."

There was a moment of silence before Luke guffawed. "Do you expect us to really believe that? Only a demigod can enter the camp without permission!" Minato only gave him a hard look that stopped his laughing, leaving only a shocked look on the elder boy's face. "You're not joking, are you?"

"No, I'm not. In truth I would love to tell you the true reason that I was able to enter camp and smell like a demigod, but that is information that I can not divulge to you." The blonde closed his eyes, tilting his head down so he could not see the looks on his friends' faces. His small hands balled into fists on the sheets and thin blanket of the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Are you done with your partial explanation, Namikaze?" A voice came from the doorway.

Not looking up or opening his eyes, but unnoticeably sniffing the air and smelling the dizzying scent of wine, Minato said, "Hello, Mr. D-sama. How are you today?"

"Fine, fine. You're not going to visit my uncle soon I suppose then?" Dionysus asked like it was a casual, everyday question. Minato opened his eyes and looked up at the god with wide, confused blue eyes.

"You mean Hades-sama, Mr. D-sama?" The blonde asked as Annabeth gaped at him for some reason.

"Yes, yes. Since this is over with and you're awake, I'll let Chiron come in here and talk to you. And, Namikaze." The god said, turning to head back out of the door, light sparkling off of the silver can in his hand. "Don't try and kill him. I understand he is an ass but that's only half of him."

"Hai, will do, Mr. D-sama." Minato said, face breaking out into a smile as he found the comment humorous in a way.

"And quit with the 'sama' crap."

"Yes, sir!" The Yondaime managed a joking, two-fingered salute, his muscles screaming at him, while he did not bother to hide his soft chuckles. All the blonde received in response was a tired sigh and a flicked finger that made Minato's jaw suddenly snap shut with an audible sound. Frantically, as the god left, the boy tried to pry his jaw back open with his fingers, eyes wide. Luke face-palmed with a loud, exaggerated sigh. He did not notice when a man rolled into the room in a wheelchair.

"Um…" Chiron said, taking in the scene before him with uncertain brown eyes that were suddenly locked with intelligent blue eyes as Minato, who was still attempting to open his mouth so he could talk, looked at him. "What's wrong."

"Mr. D made Minato's mouth snap shut so he couldn't talk," Annabeth explained, looking back and forth from Chiron and Minato as the fellow blonde started to give the centaur a penetrating glare.

Chiron sighed, shaking his head, exasperated. "It'll wear off soon enough."

"So what was it you came here to talk about?" Luke asked.

"Actually, I need to talk to Minato, Luke." Said the centaur gently.

Finally getting his mouth open, Minato said, loosing his glare, "About me being a jinchuuriki, Chiron?"

"Exactly."

"What's a jinchuuriki?" Annabeth asked curiously, gray eyes flickering back and forth between the two males. Luke raised an eyebrow at the peculiar word.

"It's what I am, Annabeth. I'm pretty sure it's what let me into the camp even though I am not a demigod." The six-year-old explained to the slightly elder blonde, keeping his explanation true, yet vague enough that the whole truth was not there.

"Oh…" She murmured, interest showing in her eyes.

"But I really would like to talk to him in private," Chiron stated gently, the forced sense of calm in his voice made Minato's shinobi senses go on red-alert.

"Well, let's go then Annabeth," Luke grumbled, forcing a twitch of the lips to try and pass for a smile that turned out more like a grimace. He herded the protesting girl out of the room, barely preventing the door from slamming shut in his annoyance. There was silence in the room as the two's footsteps faded down the hall.

Chiron spoke first, "Which one?"

"The Kyuubi no Yoko," Minato replied, his hands clenching and unclenching on the blankets as the centaur sighed. "But I guessed you already knew that from your reaction. What are you going to do with me?"

"I don't know. What do you want to do?" Chiron said, looking at the boy who stared back at him with eyes that were determined.

"Go home to Konoha, but that's not possible seeing as what Hades-sama said about a conflict with the gods. I'm guessing that he means the gods here and the gods there. But if that's true, the question is, how did I get here?" The boy had looked away as he talked and was gazing at the patch of blue sky through the window.

"A good question, but only the god that sent you here could tell you that. And you are correct when you say that you cannot go home, at least not right now. And…" Chiron paused, and Minato snapped his attention to the centaur. "And since you can't go home yet, the gods have decided to let you train as a demigod even though you are not one."

Minato blinked in shock. "Really?"

"Yes. Seeing as you smell like a demigod thanks to your tenant, you need to be trained. You're luck with that horde was only temporary because that technique you used apparently was not good for your health from that odd attack you had earlier." The blonde looked down, the pain fresh in his mind from the stress that the Hiraishin had caused on his body and chakra coils. "So you need to learn different ways to defend yourself with that knife of yours."

"Dagger." Minato corrected. "Not like it really matters, but it's a dagger."

"You still need to train to fight." Chiron said, then added, "Our way, not the way ninja way."

-::- -::- -::-

It took Minato another two days before he was able to get up and walk freely around again with permission from someone in the Apollo cabin, although he had felt fine after a full day in bed and a full night of fitful rest. He stood on the porch to the Big House—barely using his single crutch for balance, let alone using it for putting any weight on it—in the regular camper wear of an orange shirt and blue-jean shorts. His ninja apparel was currently in the wash seeing as it was laundry day and they needed to be cleaned despite Mr. D's restoration. The kunai pouches were still on him though, and Minato was not willing to part with them and the weapons they allowed him to carry on his person.

The strawberry fields stretched out before him, along with a lake, an arena, and a couple cabins arranged into a U-shape around a fire tended by a small figure. There was an outdoor pavilion for eating and some woods that gave Minato the slight feel of the Forest of Death, but not as terrifying. The blonde even saw a stable with winged horses trotting around with people either leading them or riding them. A rush of information reached Minato's senses, almost overwhelming him before he narrowed his focus back down to a normal human's—a trick he had learned while lying around in bed as a way to occupy his time. Scowling, he thought, I need to work on that too…

"Minato!" Grover called, trotting up with Annabeth following him. There were a few smoking holes in their orange camp half-blood shirts and soot was smudged on Annabeth's face. "You're up!"

"Yes, Grover, I'm up, and being up is better than sitting in bed all day." Minato replied ignoring the satyr's sheepish grin. The blonde smiled to his two friends. "But it's good to see you two. What have you been up to while I've been trapped inside?"

"I've been helping Annabeth get aquatinted with the camp." Grover explained.

"Well, then what about me? I believe I need to learn my way around." The Yondaime commented, stepping off the porch with ease. Annabeth reached out to help him when he dropped the crutch, but when he gave a few experimental jumps she drew back. Giving the two a large smile despite their shocked faces, Minato suggested, "How about show me the cabins first?"

"Sure…" Grover murmured, Minato walking right past him, head of spiky blonde hair held high.

"Are you coming?" He asked over his shoulder, trying not to laugh at the shock still evident on their countenances. Grover blinked, snapping out of his daze, and hurried to catch up, dragging an unwilling Annabeth along.

"Each cabin is for the twelve Olympians. There is not one for Hades though, just like there is not a throne on Olympus for him either." The curly-haired satyr explained as the trio made their way to the cabins. The boy frown at the unfairness that was thrown Hades' way, but made no comment. While they were walking, though, Minato noticed that campers were bringing attention to him and staring, some even pointing.

"Erm… Grover, why are people staring?" The blonde asked. He was used to the presence of eyes trained on him from being Hokage as well as a legendary war hero, but this was different. Back in Konoha people knew he was powerful, but here it seemed as if they were sizing him up instead.

"You're quite famous. You can't eat ambrosia, defeated a horde of monsters, and yet you made your way into the barriers around the camp." Annabeth explained instead, gray eyes trained on the fellow blonde in a slightly accusing manner that made the boy nervous. That look reminded him too much of Kushina for comfort.

"Great. That means I've become a target…" Minato grumbled to himself under his breath, a hand drifting towards his kunai pouch instinctively as he started to grow uneasy under all the looks. He barely took notice of the fact that they had already made it into the area between the cabins and were walking towards a slightly weathered looking one.

"This is where you will be staying, Minato." Grover explained, snapping the boy out of his paranoid state of looking around at all the campers as if he expected an attack at any moment. "Luke is here too because this is his father's cabin as well as the cabin for unclaimed demigods. You're staying here because the Hermes cabin also takes in all the guests too."

"Where's Annabeth staying though?" The boy asked, looking at the girl.

"The Athena cabin." She told him flatly.

"Oh…" The image of a woman with dark hair and intelligent gray eyes popped into Minato's head, and he said, not really thinking, "You have her gray eyes."

"What?" Annabeth queried, her eyes were extremely wide in a mixture of shock and surprise.

"Well…" Minato began to say, but was thankfully cut off from his awkward explanation when he jumped out of the way of a person that barreled out of the cabin with someone yelling in shock and anger. A furious looking teenaged girl stormed out after the boy, a black mustache inked on her face.

"Get back here, Shorty!" She yelled after the boy that had shot out of the cabin. A knife was in her hand, and it went sailing through the air in a golden arc. The boy looked over his shoulder, yelped, and ducked, the blade missing him by a hair. He continued to run while the teenager chased after him, yelling at him in a language that Minato did not understand.

"Hermes is also the god of pranks," Grover explained when Minato shot him a confused look. The blonde boy groaned in exasperation. He had had enough pranks to last a lifetime thanks to Kushina.

"Can we go somewhere where I don't have the chance of getting skewered by a knife, sword, or some other kind of extremely dangerous and pointy weapon thrown by an enraged person?" The Hokage asked, hoping that he would received a yes as an answer.

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Grover and Annabeth had continued to show Minato around until something was blown off in the distance when the sun was low in the sky. Apparently, it signaled dinner and the blonde Hokage was drug off to the large pavilion by a very hungry satyr and blonde demigod. Thus, Minato found himself standing awkwardly in front of the main table with Chiron—in centaur form—towering over him while campers pointed at him. He could also pick up their interested whispers with his super human hearing.

"He's the boy that killed the horde of monsters."

"How could he do that? He's tiny and looks no more than four!"

"I wonder who his godly parent is."

"I hope he's in my cabin, he'd be a great ally in capture the flag."

"Thinking back on it, what were those weird moves he was using? I've never seen anything like them."

"What's his name again?"

"Quite!" Chiron called and a death-like silence filled the air. All eyes were locked on the centaur with a few shifting to the short blonde a few times. "We all know that we have gotten three new campers. Two have already been claimed and put into the correct cabin according to their godly parent, but one has been in the infirmary due to injuries and exhaustion. I am pleased to introduce Minato Namikaze."

There were a few claps, but all eyes were locked on Minato in curiosity. Politely, Minato bowed, but his shinobi senses suddenly went off and he jerked to the side, avoiding a throwing knife that had been chucked his way. Grabbing it out of the air and barely avoiding cutting off his fingers by misjudging the length of his reach and the speed of his arm, the blonde looked out at the crowd. Following the gazes that were slowly turning to face a table full of people that looked like they thirsted for battle in the way there eyes glinted in a slightly dangerous way, a boy shrugged.

"What? I wanted to see if he was as good as he was made out to be." He said, uncrossing his arms, raising an eyebrow.

The way he held himself reminded Minato of Aries and looking at the others at the table he concluded the same thing about. Inspecting the throwing knife in his hand, he noticed a small boar head carved crudely at the base of the blade before the hilt. Flicking his eyes back to the boy at the table, Minato made calculations at how much force he needed to throw it so it pinned the sleeve of his coat to the table, and how many spins would be possible before the blade veered off course. Shrugging off the idea of the spinning blade, Minato took aim, and carefully threw the blade through the air with incredible force for a six-year-old as he applied a miniscule amount of wind chakra to the blade after slowly gathering it so it could embed itself into the stone table. The knife gained a slightly blue-green hue as it sliced through the air to find its mark.

The unnamed boy yelped in shock, staring at the weapon embedded roughly an inch into the table a centimeter from his arm. He gave an experimental tug to see if he could free his sleeve that way without tearing his coat, but the slightly sound of ripping fabric sounded in the quiet air. A girl at the table gave the knife a hard pull to dislodge it; it stayed firmly in the table, not budging.

Shifting out of his throwing position, the Minato calmly walked over to the table silently. The surrounding people stared after him, and some had their mouths agape in surprise. Standing halfway behind the elder boy and to the right, the blonde asked, "Want me to get that?"

"Heh, what could you do, Puny?" The girl that had tried to retrieve the knife earlier scoffed.

"Just let me try," he said simply and the boy sitting next to boy with his arm pinned to the table stood up. Nodding in thanks, Minato got on the bench then the table, carefully avoiding stepping on the plates or cups. He bent over and grabbed the hilt of the knife, slowly channeling a little chakra into the blade and his muscles to make it easier for him to dislodge it. Giving the disbelieving girl a wide, flat smile, the blonde pulled hard on the knife which came free easily. Twirling the blade and presenting it hilt-first to the blinking boy who had thrown it, Minato said, "I believe this is yours."

"Yeah…" He replied and cautiously took the blade back.

Springing off the table and flipping for extra show, Minato landed gracefully on the floor in a crouch. Straightening up, he started to walk back up to the front where Chiron was standing with an exasperated look on his countenance, and paused. Over his shoulder, the Yondiame Hokage stated, before continuing walking, "And I would advise you to not try that again. I may be small and trying to adjust, but I am not innocent; far from it actually. Plus, if you do that again, when I throw it again my aim may not be as good." There was an audible gulp from the boy, confirming the fact that he understood what Minato meant.

I absolutely hate being six again. Minato thought as he walked to rejoin Chiron. It is making me do things on an emotion rather than logically thinking things through fully before acting. Ugh… It's like being Kushina. Knowing you shouldn't dive head-on into things and yet you still do and think up strategies on the fly. I really hope Naruto will not become like that. Then again it may be a Kyuubi jinchuuriki thing… Wait, I'm a jinchuuriki now… This is confusing. And Mito-sama was rational…

A sudden chill in the air made him freeze, while the campers started to reach for their weapons always on their person. Softly, a chilly breeze tousled everyone's clothes and hair before it became a brisk wind that froze Minato to the core. The evening light seemed to dim, and the fires in the bronze braziers flickered, shrinking to merely the size of a candle flame—some of the fires extinguished all together. In the gloom, the small blonde could easily see the bright orange shirts of the others; some of the campers' faces were even illuminated in golden light from their drawn blades.

Slowly, he reached for his own dagger, withdrew it from his weapons pouch, and brandished it in front of him in a reverse grip. Under his fingers the leather gave a slight, almost unnoticeable, squeak of complaint at his tight grip. Slipping into a defensive stance, Minato swiveled his head to look around him. The clacking of beads from behind him made the Yondaime whirl around while a girl let out a surprised cry that bordered on a scream.

"Shinigami…" Minato murmured in surprise, and a cruel grin curled the god's lips around the sword in his mouth. The boy's hand dropped to his side as he tilted his head up to look the death god in his empty eyes. Whispers erupted throughout the pavilion, carrying easily through the silence.

The two stared at each other for a time, the air slowly growing colder, before an extreme amount of pain flared through Minato's stomach suddenly. His dagger clattered to the stone as it slid out of his grip. Clutching at his stomach, the blonde gave a gasping hiss of discomfort as suddenly the fox's chakra surged through his partially healed chakra pathways. He found himself on his knees, a soft, yet eerie, haze of red flaring around him as the chakra built up and escaped through his tenketsu. Cracking open a single, now-red, cat-like eye, Minato painfully looked up at the god.

Shinigami took an arm covered in indistinguishable black markings and brought it closer to the blonde, flexing a hand so it was palm facing the Yondaime. Minato's body was forced to it's feet against his will, his arms were splayed to the side, face screwed up in pain as the red haze started to condense into a bubbling, red cloak with two abnormally long extensions that looked like ears and a tail. Both eyes wide open; the six-year-old struggled against his invisible bonds, but could only move his head slightly as the god's hand was splayed above his stomach. Everyone watched in horror as the being thrust his translucent arm through Minato's mid-section, and the boy screamed, unable to even attempt to contain it. The air instantly came alive with a thrumming power.

Suddenly, the campers burst into action. One girl sprang to her feet, with a bow in her hands and let loose an arrow that met resistance against thin air. Another camper got up and swung a sword at the air where the arrow had seemingly ricocheted off nothing and the sword bounce back with a hollow ringing coming from the bronze. No one else tried again after the second failure, and could only watch what was happening even as Dionysus strode to the area with a loud sigh.

The red surrounding Minato continued to bubble and grow brighter, lighting up the pavilion in sickly, crimson light. With out warning the blonde slumped on the ghostly arm, breathing heavily. Minato felt his mouth move with out him trying to say anything, and a deep voice that was not his own, and grated at his vocal chords, growled out in the tongue native to the shinobi nations, "What do you want, Shinigami?"

"You to give the Hokage a chance…" A whisper-like sound seemed to hiss through the area on the wind, and chilled the campers to their bones even though they could not understand the words that were being said.

"Why should I give this bastard a chance? He ripped me apart and sealed half on me in his gut and the other half into his own son! Moreover, why should I?" Came the gruff reply, accompanied with the baring of fangs as Minato's face twisted into a snarl.

"Because it is not my wish… I am only a messenger…" Shinigami's ghostly voice paused then continued. "Kurama…"

The blonde's face went slack in shock, before a smirk graced his features. "So it's him that wants me to give this weakling a chance. Tell him I will, but only for old times sake because it's him." Kyuubi responded, shaking his container's head. "Does he expect me to give the mini-Yondaime a chance as well?"

"Yes…" Shinigami slowly started to pull his hand out of the blonde's stomach. "And he said not to disappoint…"

"Heh…" He huffed as his control over Minato slipped and with bleary red eyes the blonde, now back in control, peered up at Shinigami.

"Minato… I gave you a second chance because I deemed you worthy enough… do not abuse the privilege and disappoint me…" The god said, fully bring back his arm, and vanished. The thrumming in the air disappeared along with the god.

Minato crumpled to the stone floor in a heap, barely conscious. As the darkness disappeared, his red eyes faded back to blue, but the pupils stayed vertical and cat-like. The warmth from the dying rays of the sun were a welcome change to the blonde as pair of shoes appeared in his line of sight.

"That was enlightening…" Dionysus said, his large figure looming over the boy.

"Wh-What just happened? I… I can't remember more than Shinigami and pain…" Minato croaked in English, eyes drooping as a exhaustion that seemed bone-deep made him feel slightly cold despite the summer heat.

"Nothing important, Minato." The wine god said after a pause, placing a finger on the boy's forehead as he turned over to look at the god. Immediately, the blonde started to drift off and before he sunk into darkness he heard a soft, almost sarcastic, murmured from Mr. D. "Nothing important at all."

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Kyuubi, also know as Kurama to a select few, stared at the inside bars of his cage, pondering. Why would he want him, the mightiest of all nine of the bijou to give either of the sniveling brats he was sealed inside a chance. There was rationality to the mini-Yondaime, but for the real one… Kurama's lips pulled back into a snarl of disgust.

"I have no idea what game you are playing, but I'll agree with you for once…" The kitsune growled to himself. Sitting up from lying on the cool, white stone with yellow and red lines curving streaks through it. While it was not all that comfortable, Kurama liked it a great deal better than with Kushina where he had been strapped down with chains and stakes. Peering down at the small, blonde figure splayed on the stone on the other side of the bars, he scoffed. "Give him a chance indeed. But I will enjoy seeing how his life plays out here and all the chaos that will ensue… Not to mention I'll get a chance to 'play' when some other power messes with the seal before Hades reinforces it again… At least I won't get bored with two containers." He sighed heavily, seeing the many headaches that would cause. "Twice the fun…"

Author's Notes: Hopefully, not a very confusing chapter, but it is a filler one, big time. Sorry about that, but I needed a filler. And this is probably the last pre-Lightning Thief chapter because I really needed something to kick the story off. If you have any questions, hit me up with a private message, and if you're a guest leave a question in a review. I will—if I don't forget—answer the review questions made by guests. Also for those that don't like my OOC moments, sorry, but it fits.