Fields of Elysium

A Naruto/Percy Jackson crossover

Summary: Shortly after coming to America from Japan, Naruto found himself in some legal trouble regarding a plot of land in Upstate New York, which he planned to turn into a vineyard. As luck would have it, his lawyer was amazing, beautiful, confident, and stern. A complete goddess. Literally.

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The sun was shining on a new May day in Upstate New York, and doing its best to shine through a gap in the curtains and into the face of a sleeping blond man. He didn't even twitch.

The bedroom door opened and a small female figure made its way into the room. Her stormy blue eyes fell on the sleeping man and she let out a small huff, blowing raven locks from her face.

The alarm clock ran out, in an impossibly cheerful and equally annoying melody. The sleeping figure didn't move.

"Oh, honestly." The child sighed. "Every single day. Dad, come on, wake up." She shook her father's shoulder.

"Five more minutes…" He muttered.

"No. Now come on."

"Tell 'em to come back in the mornin'…"

"It is the morning." She sighed again. "Fine, you've been warned. Rooook!" A tiny golden kitten made its way through the door and stood attentively beside the girl, who was sporting the evilest grin a fourteen-year-old could ever sport "Wake daddy up, would you?" The kitten jumped up on the bedside table and let out a mighty roar, shaking the walls and knocking over the alarm that had started ringing again. The no-longer-sleeping man let out a startled yelp before rolling over the side of the bed and onto the floor. He looked up at the girl and the cat, bleary-eyed but definitely alert, sending them both a half-hearted glare.

"This is cruel and unusual punishment." Naruto muttered when his daughter pulled out a pair of earplugs.

"Unusual definitely. But cruel?" She raised a black eyebrow. "I think forcing your young, innocent daughter to spend an hour waking you up every day counts as 'cruel'."

"Don't sass your father, young lady." An obnoxiously cheery melody sounded out beside him. "And shut that thing off, will you."

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"Pancakes or waffles?" Naruto called out from behind the kitchen counter.

"Pancakes, please. Don't forget the…"

"The pomegranate, yeah, I know." He started on the batter. "I don't know how you can eat that thing with every meal, Helen.

"I like it, and it's healthy." She answered back while setting the table. "Not all of us can ramen every single day."

"Bite your tongue child." Naruto brandished a spatula in her direction. "I'll not have such blasphemy in my house." Helen rolled her eyes.

"Really dad, how old are you supposed to be again?"

"You used to like it when we goofed off." The blond pouted.

"Yeah, well, I'm not a little girl anymore."

Naruto smiled at his daughter, walking over and kissing the top of her dark locks. "You'll always be my little girl." He whispered against her hair.

"Daddy…" She muttered with a blush. "Your pancakes are burning."

"Oh, crap." Naruto rushed over, pulling the pan off the fire. He inspected the smoking insides. "I think this one's salvageable."

"I'm not eating that." He shrugged, before grabbing the blackened pancake and putting it into his mouth.

"Nothing wrong with it." He commented. "Slightly crunchier than usual." He was rewarded with another eye-roll.

Soon all the pancakes were cooked, the special bottles of grape juice were prepared, and Rook jumped up onto the kitchen counter, carrying a fresh pomegranate in his jaws that was larger than his entire head. "Give it here." Naruto grumbled, grabbing the fruit. The kitten gave him a pitiful stare. Naruto stared back a moment. "Fine, you're forgiven." He sighed, rubbing Rook's head, earning him a purr. "Just don't do it again."

"You're such a softy, dad."

"Oh, hush you." They sat down at the table. "What's on the agenda for today?" Helen fetched a small notebook and pencil.

"You have a quick meeting with that horticulturist about the new grape variety you wanted to add this year, and then there's the lunch meeting with the would-be investors from…" She tapped her pencil against the paper. "It was either Thailand or Korea."

"It was Japan." Naruto grimaced. "Joy. I hope I didn't develop an accent."

"But first there's the fieldtrip from that middle school." She checked the notes. "Yancy Academy, a private boarding school in the city for 'troubled kids'." Now it was Naruto's turn to raise an eyebrow. "Dad, come on, everyone-"

"Everyone deserves a second chance, yeah." He sighed. "I think I taught you too well." She smiled at him. "Fine, I'll give a tour to the problem children. When will they be here?"

Helen checked her 'Ferdinand the Bull' watch. "In fifteen minutes."

"Thanks kiddo." He gave her a one-armed hug. "I don't know what I'm gonna do when you start high school."

"Learn to organize yourself?" Naruto gave her a half-hearted glare and stole some of her pomegranate seeds before quickly moving away. "Hey, those are mine."

"Not anymore." He called back. "Rook, you can finish the rest of my pancakes."

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A couple of hours later the Yancy Academy buss arrived. Naruto walked out just as the children unloaded in his driveway, scanning them quickly before moving to the two teachers, a brown-haired man in a wheelchair and a tall, thin woman with thick glasses.

There was a commotion by the fountain in the middle of the driveway, but Naruto didn't notice, eyes locked on the two teachers.

"Dad, the fountain's acting up."

"Hm."

"It's splashing water all over the place."

"There's something wrong here."

"What do you mean?" Helen looked at him.

"Those two teachers, what do we know about them?"

"Let's see… Mrs. Dodds, the pre-Algebra teacher, worked for some time at Yancy, and Mr. Brunner, who teaches Latin." The woman walked over to a dark-haired boy and led him away from the other children. "Where's she going?"

"No idea. I'll go talk to the man, see what those two are up to."

"You got it dad. Come one Rook, let's go." Naruto looked after her for a moment before approaching the other man.

"Hello there. Mr. Brunner, I presume."

"And you must be Mr. Uzumaki, the owner of the vineyard." The two shook hands. "I wanted to thank you again for allowing the children to come here for their fieldtrip. I'm afraid they're starting to think the regular museum trips are 'stale'."

"Their words?"

"More or less." Brunner turned to survey the children. "But I seem to be missing someone?"

"Yeah, your colleague pulled a dark-haired boy to the side a moment ago. I sent my daughter to check up on them."

"I need to go now." Brunner turned serious.

"It's fine." Naruto waved his hand. "Helen will take care of it."

"Mr. Uzumaki, I fear your daughter might be in danger."

"I think you're underestimating my daughter. She can take care of a rowdy pre-teen."

"That may be so, but…" The Latin teacher started wheeling away. "It's not Percy Jackson I'm concerned by."

"What, the teacher?"

"Mrs. Dodds is, in fact, a-"

"Daddy!" Helen's voice rang out through the driveway, followed by a loud roar.

"And now more monsters!" Brunner gasped, but Naruto wasn't paying attention to him anymore. The moment he heard his daughter's voice he started running towards her.

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Here will do.

It's been a long time since I've written anything. I couldn't find the will for it, but I think I might at least try doing it a little more. But I'm not promising any set schedule, I'd never stick to it anyway.

I have a lot of plot ideas that wouldn't make good stories, but would make good scenes, so I'm making these chronicles to help with that.

For now, I'll only be posting and updating these kinds of stories. This one is reserved for Naruto, but I'm planning at least a few more with different main characters. The rest of my fifty-odd works will be reviewed by me and I'll have to decide if I'm going to be continuing them, or if they're going to be relegated here. I'm going to be re-working most of them, a lot of the older ones I'm not happy with, but I doubt I'm going to be abandoning any. If that does happen, I'll leave the remnants up as a grim reminder of what could have been.

In short, you can expect more anthologies like this one in the future, and maybe if some of them are successful enough, or if I think I can make them into a cohesive story, they'll be expanded upon.