I do not own the rights to Naruto whom belongs to Masashi Kishimoto, nor do I own Percy Jackson and the Olympians whom belongs to ! If I did then I would be freaking rich, so you lawyers stay the hell away from me!
Panting as he balanced on a single hand vertically, the teenager moved himself slowly methodically as music rocked out around himself. The person in question was a teenager, looking to be about thirteen-years-old, with jet-black hair that was hanging off his head as he worked out and sea-green colored eyes that were narrowed in concentration while he worked; his body was dressed in only a pair of simple gray sweat-pants, leaving his muscular-torso naked and glistening with his sweat from his exercise. "... 294... 295... 296... 297..." was the words that escaped from his lips.
Suddenly the teenager froze, his senses picking up the faint sounds of footsteps the walked towards him and allowed his feet to drop to the ground before grabbing the towel on the bed next to him and wiped off his face before moving towards his dresser as he pulled out clothes to pull on and had just finished getting dressed before his door was knocked on. Making his way to the door, he opened it to raise an eyebrow at the sight of his chair-ridden teacher Mr. Brunner looking at him with expression that boarded on annoyance.
Mr. Brunner was a a middle-aged man, whom was paralyzed from the waist down, with thinning brown hair, bushy eyebrows, intense brown eyes and a scruffy beard; he wore a green suit with brown pants. "I was just making sure you were awake, Percy." the man said, earning a grunt from the teenager before him. "We're to be on the bus in thirty minutes, Mister Jackson, please hurry." Brunner then proceed to roll away in his wheel-chair down the hall, making various stops at the rooms of the students.
Perseus "Percy" Jackson grunted as he slammed the door shut moving towards his dresser as he pulled out a simple black hooded-sweater, which had Kirigakure no Kijin (Demon of the Hidden Mist) on the back, followed by a pair of jeans that stopped only inches above his converse sneakers and begun the process of wrapping bandages around his mouth in order to hide his strangely formed teeth. "Another simple, boring day." he muttered to himself, moving out of his room and heading down the stairs to meet up with the rest of his classmates on the bright-orange bus that awaited them all.
This is pretty short compared to my other ideas.
