AN:After years of turmoil in my life, I'm happy to say that I am back. In this story, those in Italic are thoughts. Enjoy!

Percy trekked down a long hallway, flanked by men dressed in suits and holding submachine guns, footsteps muffled by the carpet below their feet. Hanzo stayed before the group, and judging by his tense posture he expects nothing but bad news, one might even say as if he was preparing himself for war. Percy internally smirked. This Hanzo character and his father were practically royalty in the areas Percy resided in, as they ran that part of Hanamura. The Shimada clan was found centuries ago, but their power quadrupled under the leadership of Sojiro Shimada, who was as daring as he was clever. With the use of shadow operatives teams the other gangs dubbed as 'Shinobi', Sojiro slowly but surely identified the storage and shipments of drugs other gangs in the area owned, and systematically destroyed these storages, using the raid methods by other gangs, even using defectors from other gangs to cover their tracks. In a week, the Shimada clan became the sole supplier of drugs in all of Hanamura. Cut off from their source of income, the gangs one by one perished, and the Shimada clan stands on its own, ruling over Hanamura, their power so great even police has no jurisdiction in certain parts of the city at night. They now operate out of Shimada Castle, a fortress reminiscent of archaic strongholds in the days of the samurai.

Eyes flying from guard to guard, Percy caught himself analysing each guard and their weapons, a latest model from HecklerKoch and also a sidearm each, but the henchmen look was ruined by the katanas at their sides. Their marching style gait reveal some kind of military training, further evident by their straight faces and no-nonsense expressions. He shifted his arms, feeling the pistol he tucked into one of his pockets, and Riptide in the other one. He turned back to Hanzo, whose tension never left his shoulders. Percy smirked again. How interesting, Percy mused, a badass drug lord afraid to meet his dad. But before he can think further on this, the group turned a corner and Percy walked into the office of one of the most influential men in the world, Sojiro Shimada.

LINUS BREAKUS

First thing that came to Percy's mind? Well if this isn't a stereotypical mafia boss office, then I'm not a demigod.

Wingback chair. Mahogany desk. Glass shelves. Huge window overlooking the city.

Oh yeah, mafia boss alright.

Sojiro is a man in his fifties, as evident by his greying hair and wrinkles decorating a scarred face. Even as Percy entered the room, there was no arguing who was in control. Sojiro gave out an air of total dominance even as he signed something on his desk and gave it to his secretary, and Percy felt the hairs at the back standing up as the crime lord stood up and looked at him.

"Hanzo," Sojiro spoke, his voice quiet, yet every single occupant of the room heard him perfectly. "Who is this?"

Spending decades being around the Olympian Gods, Percy heard the unspoken "How", "Why" and "Is he dangerous" in the question. Sojiro also definitely knew who he was, at least after he went to live in Hanamura.

Hanzo sure behaved as if he was in the presence of one as well, his straightened back, if possible straightened even more.

"Father," Hanzo spoke in a clipped and official tone, "This is Percy Jackson. He lived in Hanamura for little over twenty years, working as a bank clerk. Last night, I was returning from overseeing a trade when three men attacked. Mr Jackson here stepped in and saved me. As a sign of gratitude, I allowed him to return to us, but was forced to sedate him as a precaution."

"Hmm." Sojiro grunted nonchalantly, all the while looking Percy straight in the eyes and walking nearer. Sojiro was tall for a Japnanese man, who stood eye to eye with Percy for a few seconds.He walked around Percy once, and made an approving noise. He then walked over to Hanzo.

"Hanzo, what did I say about bodyguards? What did I say about going alone? Why do you never listen?" Sojiro chided, patting Hanzo on the back. "Come stand with me, son." Taking his son by the arm, he led Hanzo to stand by his window, ignoring the confused look in Hanzo's eyes. Sojiro turned around, stared at Percy once again, and waved his hand towards him. To say Percy was confused was a massive understatement, but Percy understood it as being dismissed. He was about to turn around when the guards surrounding him drew their swords and attacked.

Percy dodged on instinct, three swords swishing down at the spot he stood one second before. He rolled and got on one knee, drawing the gun Hanzo gave him. Cocking the gun, he pulled the trigger once, twice, but the guards kept advancing. Blanks, Percy thought, and threw the gun into the face of the first guard who approached him, the guard's nose visibly breaking. Percy leapt up and grabbed the wrist of the guard's sword hand, who clutched his face in pain, and smashed the guard's fingers against the hilt of the katana. The guard grunted, sword falling from his suddenly numb fingers, and Percy plucked the sword out of mid-air. Slashing wildly, the remaining guards faltered as Percy slashed at them, warning them to keep away, then turning around and slamming the pommel against the forehead of the guard who still held on to his face. He dropped like a sack of potatoes.

"Listen," Percy slowly grabbed the katana with both of his hands, addressing the group of guards in front of him. "I don't want to kill you. So if I were you, I'd drop my sword and go to your master like a good dog. Deal?"

If any of the guards actually listened to him, non of them moved. Percy sighed. What had he expected? He slowly moved his right foot forward, bringing up the katana to eye level. He heard Hanzo gasp behind him, "Te Ura Gasumi No Kamae stance?" But he paid him no mind. Seeing no guard moved, he put his trademark lopsided grin on his face. "Alright then."

"Let's dance."

Percy leapt forward, katana a silver blur as it clashed with the sword of the guard nearest to him. Before others can even react, he was already spinning, pushing off from the first guard and unbalancing him. Sword twisting in his hand, the blunt edge of it slammed into a second guard with a dull "thump". Spinning around again, Percy stood up straight abruptly, and smashed the pommel into the face of another guard, then grabbing him and throwing him into two other guards, the three of them went smashing into a wooden cabinet with it collapsing on top of them. The remaining two came forward slashing, but Percy caught one blade with the guard of the sword, and pushed the sword into the path of another, which drove it into the ground. Taking advantage of the moment of confusion, Percy smashed one guard's head into the other. Hard. Both of them dropped instantly, out cold. Percy faintly heard Hanzo shout a warning, and brought his sword up in time to block a strike aimed at the back of his head. They locked blades again, but this time Percy did not twist away. He pushed against his opponent, pushing him back step by step until his back is against the wooden desk of Sojiro. Suddenly pushing to the side, the guard stumbled as the direction of force suddenly changed. Grabbing the head of the guard, he smashed his head against the mahogany desk, denting the wood. Turning around, Percy saw the men lying on the floor in heaps, either groaning or unconscious. Shaking his head, Percy sighed.

"Some people never learn."

Percy turned around again to the sound of clapping. Sojiro slowly approached, clapping, flanked by Hanzo who eyed the bodies on the floor, visibly shook. Sojiro pulled up his fallen chair, and sat down behind the cracked and dented desk, and swept most of the paperwork off his desk. Judging by Hanzo's reaction, this was totally out of character for his father. Sojiro then steepled his fingers, and fixed Percy with a stare that is not unlike a reptile's.

"Pray tell, Mr. Jackson, where do a bank clerk learn to fight like that?"

Shrugging nonchalantly and idly twirling his sword with a flourish, Percy replied, "You have your secrets, I have mine."

Sojiro then actually smiled, and it twisted his scarred face in such a way Percy preferred his blank stare.

"Do you now, Mr. Jackson?" He stood up behind his table. "Should we call you the Wolf of Tokyo Bank, the man who saved the bank from bankruptcy and is now earning billions of yen as revenue?"

If possible, his smile widened even more.

"Or do you prefer your other titles, Son of Poseidon?"

The sword came up in a flash. Hanzo shouted in shock, but the strike never came home, yet the tip of the sword rested on the tip of Sojiro's nose. Sojiro didn't even blink.

"Who told you that?" Percy snarled, his eyes merciless pits of sea green, staring straight into Sojiro's eyes. Sojiro stared right back.

"You have your secrets, I have mine." Green meets with brown in a staring contest of power, in which Percy glared at Sojiro and Sojiro glared back unflinchingly. At last, Percy backed down, stepping away yet not sheathing his sword.

"Spill." Percy said coldly.

"Sit." Sojiro sat down himself, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Percy grabbed a chair and sat down slowly, sticking his sword in the thick carpeted floor. Hanzo, still evidently in shock to see someone standing up so calmly to his God-like father, stood behind Sojiro's chair.

Sojiro, living up to his mafia boss moniker, reached into one of his drawers and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two crystal glasses. Amber liquid was poured into each of the glasses, and Sojiro pushed one across to Percy. Percy eyed the glass, but did not drink. If Sojiro noticed, he did not comment, and drained his glass in one swift gulp. Hanzo made to leave, evidently knowing that his father is about to conduct some business.

"Hanzo, stay. This concerns you as well."

Quite visibly shocked with his widened eyes, Hanzo turned around and sat down next to Percy, not daring to ask why.

"Mr. Jackson, are you aware that there are Gods from other pantheons in the world?" When silence answered, he continued. "Even in America, there are many other Gods. The Egyptians reside in Brooklyn, the Norse hang out in Boston, and as you know Romans are in California. These are just the ones that followed the Western Civilisation to America, and there are many more that did not. For example, Chinese Gods, and of course, Japan."

"So you are a demigod?" Percy, starting to understand what Sojiro is implying, asked in return.

"You're smarter than you seem, Mr. Jackson. Imagine my surprise when my own father, Ryūjin, appeared before me, and spoke of a demigod so powerful and accomplished it puts some minor Gods to shame. Two hours later, one particular Percy Jackson landed in Tokyo International Airport via a plane under Zeus Airlines." His mouth twitched. "Inconspicuous."

Percy was about to reply when Hanzo spoke up. "Father, what do you mean by being a demigod? Does that mean I am a demigod as well? Do I have, eh, superpowers?"

Sojiro studied his own hands. "No, Hanzo. A demigod is a child of a God and a mortal. A child of a demigod and another mortal is considered a legacy. As a son of Ryūjin, I control the seas," Percy twitched at the mentioning of the sea, "and dragons, which I think you have control over. The seas, I'm not so sure. Have you ever wondered why you can shoot a bow and arrow as well as you can? That is due to the fact that you, son, are a legacy of a God."

Hanzo still was doubtful. "Dragons, father? Are they not a myth?"

Sojiro stood up abruptly. Spinning where he stood, Sojiro gestured towards Percy and Hanzo. Out of thin air, a blood red dragon appeared and raced towards them, jaws open wide. Percy reacted out of instinct, a shield of water forming between them, but the dragon passed through the shield as if it was passing through air. God of dragons AND sea, damnit. Not missing a beat, Percy rolled to the side and stood with his sword drawn, when he heard a gasp from Hanzo. The dragon swirled around Hanzo, circling and curling around him, yet not hurting him one bit. Hanzo held out a hand, and the dragon rested its head on his open palm. Hanzo scratched under its chin, and Percy swore it purred.

"Dragons." Sojiro smirked triumphantly.

Percy sheathed his sword again. "So why are you explaining this to me? How does this concern me? You knowing who I really am doesn't really affect me, does it?"

Immediately, Sojiro turned serious. The smirk wiped clean off his face, and the dragon around Hanzo snarled, making him jump. He turned and looked out of the window.

"A few days ago, my father visited me again. He mentioned the brewing of a storm that would shatter the entire world." He raised a hand to stop Hanzo from speaking up. "And the Shimada clan would be involved. How, or why, or the what this storm is, I am not sure. This concerns me, as the usual sources returned empty. Even personal contacts all over the world yielded nothing. This is quiet. Too quiet. Anything this quiet does not bode well. Someone, or something shady is going on, and as the head of the Shimada clan, I need all the help we can get. As a result, we need your help."

Percy crossed his arms. "Why should I? Like I said, this does not affect me. Like, at all. Since you know so much about me, let me tell you something you don't: I'm done with prophecies and war. Period. I left the States, not only because I needed a fresh start, but also because I thought I would be free from wars. And now you're saying I'm in another one? No. Also, why should I trust you? For all I know, I was here, not of my own choice, but kidnapped. So give me three reasons now why I should stay here and fight this silly war of yours, or—"

"Perhaps us three would suffice."

An old, raspy voice spoke up behind Percy, and Percy turned to see the three Fates standing in the doorway, complete with their ever-present yarn.

Suddenly, all the furniture in the room began to shake as if an earthquake hit Hanamura. Gabbing the armrests of his chair, Hanzo turned around to see Percy himself shaking, his hands clenched into fists. Almost shouting out of alarm, Hanzo started out of his chair only for the shaking to abruptly stop, and Percy to drop heavily into his chair, his face covered by his hands.

"Why? I came here, not for vacation, but to escape Gods, Fates and prophecies. Why this? Why me?" Percy muttered, pulling at his hair.

"You are a hero Perseus. War is your fate, inescapable and destined." Atropos rasped.

"Or perhaps, THE hero." Clotho added, her hands never stopping.

"Wow, the Fates giving out compliments. I feel so honoured." Percy chuckled darkly.

"And I would presume that there will be some apocalyptic monster I need to fight and save the world again, yeah? So what's it's name? Sam? Onana? Or something else stupid?"

The Fates hesitated, and looked at each other. This huge break from their usually stoic behaviour set off alarm bells in Percy's head, and all traces of resentfulness momentarily disappeared.

"We… do not know." Lachesis reluctantly admitted.

"You guys are the Fates! How can you not know? You three should know everything!" Percy exclaimed, incredulous.

"Watch your tongue, youngling." Atropos glared.

"Peace, Atropos! We are here to ask for his help, not antagonise him!" Lachesis admonished.

To see these normal human behaviour from the Fates creeped the Hades out of Percy.

"We, as the Fates, do not create fate itself. We only guide it along the path it should follow, and towards it inevitable end. We are not all-knowing, only all-seeing. We do not know the exact unfolding events or future, only mere glimpses. And now, ever since you moving to Japan, things have only became more murky." Lachesis explained.

"Yet, from all we could see and interpret, something extremely important is going to happen in this exact city." Clotho held up her knitting, a spiderweb with a sea green man in the centre of the web. "And in the middle of everything, you, Perseus Jackson."

Percy sat silent in his chair, contemplating. He is furious about being thrown into a war again, but deep down he knows if this being have the Gods-forsaken Fates fooled, then this must be very very serious. Especially when other pantheons are included. Plus, the Fates may be a bunch of old nannies, but they are not fools, and they never lie when it comes to the fate of the world. Groaning internally, he senses that he has no choice but to play along.

"Alright," Percy finally relented. "What should I do?"

"Stay here, for one." Clotho said. "You must remain here. It is vital to your fate and that of everyone that you remain." Her image flickered. "Our time draws short, Perseus. Prepare yourself."

And with that, the Three Fates disappeared.

"My father said the same thing." Sojiro finally spoke up. "He told me that I must keep you in this city, no matter the cost. He cannot directly contact you without consent of your own pantheon, but us as demigods have no such limitations."

"Alright, I'll stay in touch." Percy said. "Anything else?"

Sojiro eyed Percy carefully. "Actually, I have a proposition."

"Yeah? Well, out with it then." Percy half-snorted.

"How would you like to come and work with us?"