A friend of mine asked me to do this particular story, so I thought, why not?

Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto or Percy Jackson. Each belong to Masashi Kishimoto and Rick Riordan respectively.

Enjoy, Chapter 1 of

UNDER THE HOOD

Billy Goat huffed as he ran through the forest, his hooves stepping on near-by twigs and leaves as he led a child through the bushes and trees, his vision limited due to the night. He glanced at the kid whose hand he was holding. The kid was young, no older than 9, and had a look of panic and fear in her stormy grey eyes, darting left and right in paranoia. "Th-They're gonna catch up with us Billy!" The little girl told the Satyr, worry evident in her tone.

Sounds of howling and growling were heard, and the Goat looked behind him. Four enormous Hellhounds chased after them, their red glowing eyes staring at him. Billy yelped and increased his pace to get more distance away from creatures. "Just keep running Lily, don't look back!" He tightened his grip on the child as they ran faster. The Satyr prayed to the Gods above that they would make it. Or, at least Lily would make it to Camp Half-Blood.

As they continued running, the Satyr eventually saw a clearing and soon, both Demi-god and Satyr emerged from the forest and into the clearing. Billy looked around frantically, his eyes finding any place for them to hide. Out of the corner of his eye, the Satyr spotted an old, abandoned house just a few distances away. Grabbing Lily's hand, the Satyr immediately ran to the house.

The house itself was run-down and old. Cobwebs found almost all around the corners of the porch, stairs leading to the porch had a missing plank and could look to be broken should any weight be placed on it. Windows were cracked and destroyed, and the stills accumulated dust over time. The wooden house's planks were chipped and rotten, showing how long the house was unoccupied. Thankfully, the door was intact so the two could enter.

Billy rushed in with Lily and closed the door. "Di Immortales this place stinks!" Billy covered his nose in disgust as a putrid smell of rotting flesh (That were thankfully not Human.) entered his nostrils. The Satyr also noticed Lily noticing the smell, judging by the way her face cringing and her little nose crinkling. "This place smells funny, Billy." She said, copying the Satyr's action and covered her nose. "Ju-Just ignore it for now." Billy said, ignoring the smell, the Satyr looked around the house before spotting a closet in the broken kitchen.

A howl from the outside alerted him and he took Lily's hand and led her to the closet. "Hide in here for now." Billy instructed as more howls were heard. Lily nodded and silently climbed inside the closet and whimpered slightly. "I'm scared Billy…" The Satyr tried to give the 9 year-old his best, albeit shaky, smile as he could. "Don't worry, you'll be fine." He reassured her even as his own heart was pounding in terror. Closing the closet, the Satyr let out a startled bleat as the main entrance door broke and growls penetrated the house.

Quickly scrambling for a place to hide. The Satyr ran to the living room and ducked behind the couch big enough to cover him. He tried to calm his breathing as sounds of sniffs hit his ears. He closed his eyes tightly and covered his mouth, his knees shaking slightly. He dared not to make a sound as the sounds of sniffing were heard throughout the abandoned wooden house.

One Hellhound approached the living room and Billy stifled an unintentional bleat that escaped his mouth. The Hellhound paused its sniffing, and looked up at his direction. Billy slapped his forehead in repeatedly. "Stupid, Stupid, Stupid!" The Hellhound growled and snarled, approaching the dusty couch. Billy started hyperventilating, his furry legs shuffling every now and then as the shadow creature neared him.

As the growl became louder and louder, Billy's eyes screwed shut and stifled another bleat. "I'm going to die!" He thought hopelessly, his sweat trailing down his face. By now, the growl was practically next to him and the Satyr prayed for someone to save him.

For once, his prayers were answered.

Metallic whizzing was heard, before an object hit the Hellhound in the head, sending the creature down with a thud. Sounds of Footsteps approached the downed Hellhound. Billy peeked from his hiding place.

Due to the limited light that entered through the window, all the Satyr saw was two black combat boots and navy blue pants. The figure crouched down, his back facing the Satyr, and Billy saw he was wearing dark brown jacket with the collars popped out and a crimson red spiral symbol stitched to the back, followed by two grey gauntlets covering his forearms and elbows.

The Satyr watched as the figure took out what looked to be a sleek, black knife and brought it over his head, and swiftly brought it down, ending the Hellhound's life. The creature whimpered and whined, before dissolving into golden dust, a black, small pelt of fur remained. Billy stayed silent, as the figure stood up.

A small, metallic, three-pointed star landed near him and Billy yelped in surprise.

"Last warning." The figure's voice growled, though Billy noted it seemed muffled. "Come out."

Immediately the Satyr rushed out of the dusty couch and placed his hands up in surrender. "Don't kill me! I'm a Satyr!" Billy frantically whispered.

A gloved hand clamped his mouth as to avoid attracting attention and the figure fully came to view. He was a few inches smaller than him, if Billy would have guessed, 5'9. His savior was wearing a red helmet with two black angular lenses acting as eyes, and grey mechanical panels on the sides of his helmet. Lines were connected to the corners of his eye lenses which led all the way to the back of his helmet and mouth.

Underneath his brown jacket was navy blue jumpsuit zipped all the way up, and a grey turtle neck. Two chest plates covered either side of his pectorals and a grey belt covered his waist. On his legs was a grey harness with two pouches that the Satyr guessed kept the helmeted figure's weapons such as the black knife and three-pointed stars.

"Pipe it down!" The figure shushed him, pointing at the kitchen were the remaining Hellhounds were. Billy's eyes widened in terror and removed the figure's hand from his mouth. "Lily! She's in there with those Hellhounds!" He panicked, bleats coming out from his mouth.

Quickly the helmeted figure clamped the Satyr's mouth again. "Quiet! You trying to get us killed?" His savior hissed at him, to which Billy shook his head rapidly. "Good." The figure removed his hand from the Satyr, "Now, were you talking about the kid you were with?" He questioned him. Billy nodded and the figure turned to look at the sniffing Hellhounds.

"Where is she?"

The Satyr pointed a shaky finger towards a brown, dusty closet in the kitchen. The figure stayed silent for a minute before he spoke again, "I have a plan. I'll take out two of those Hellhounds, you distract the third one, while I get the kid out of there." Billy paled when he heard the last one. "Wait a sec, I'm gonna be b-bait!" He stammered with fear.

He did not like this plan.

Not one bit.

"Quit squirming, it'll only be a second." The figure ordered him. With that said, the figure couched and silently sneaked towards the kitchen. Leaning against the wall, the figure waited as a Hellhound sniffed along the ground and stopped just beside the helmeted figure. Quickly grabbing its muzzle, the creature struggled and whined, but was silenced by a knife to the neck. The figure drove his knife further in the Hellhound's neck before twisting it. The creature whimpered but eventually dissolved into golden dust.

Peeking from his cover, the figure watched the two remaining Hellhounds inspecting the broken kitchen, searching every corner of the room. The figure turned to look at Billy and held up his hand, three fingers raised. The Satyr noticed this and nodded, calming himself.

3…

2…

1…

"HEY UGLIES!" Billy shouted, his voice echoing off the house.

The two Hellhounds snapped their heads towards the Satyr and growled, slowly approaching the half-human half-goat. Billy placed both of his hands on each leg with a smirk. "Want a meal? Well here's one, juicy, goat meat!" The Satyr offered. Though, inwardly Billy was screaming in the inside. "DI IMMORTALES! WHY IN HADES DID I AGREE TO THIS!?"

One Hellhound grew impatient and rushed at its prey, never noticing the other Hellhound getting stabbed then dissolving into dust. All of Billy's bravado disappeared and he screamed. As soon as the Hellhound leaped at him, the familiar sound of metal whizzing hit the Satyr's sensitive ears, and the creature was imbedded to a wall, one metal shuriken stuck on its head.

Billy slowly opened his eyes and sighed in relief and sent his savior a thankful look. "Thank you."

The helmeted figure merely grunted. "Don't mention it."

The Satyr approached the closet and opened it. Inside, Lily was shaking, she opened her grey eyes now red and puffy. Seeing the Satyr, Lily was immediately filled with relief and happiness and the 9 year-old launched herself to the Satyr. "Billy!" She cried out happily, hugging him tightly. Billy chuckled as he set the little girl down.

Lily smiled at the Satyr, and turned around, as soon as she saw the helmeted figure across from them the girl hid behind Billy's legs and let out a whimper. Billy saw this and his eyes softened, "Woah, now" He started. "Don't worry Liliy, he's a friend, trust me." Even as he assured her, Lily didn't budge and continued to hide behind the Satyr.

The figure sighed and approached the two. Billy stepped aside as the figure knelt down in front of the girl. "It's okay, I'm not a monster." The figure said, Lily glared at him, puffing her cheeks as she did, though it only made her look cuter to the Billy. "How would I know that? You didn't even show us your face!" She accused, pointing a finger. The figure looked at Billy who shrugged with a small smile on his face.

The Satyr's savior sighed and grumbled under his breath. Grabbing his red helmet/visor by the sides, he slowly lifted the red helmet, a hiss was heard as he removed his helmet. The figure's face was young, if Billy had to guess again, he looked to be 13, just 4 years older than Lily. He had a tan face, his hair was blonde, untamed and spikey. He had blue eyes and three scars on each side of his face.

The blonde smiled at Lily. "See? I'm not a monst-!" A roar was heard outside and the blonde and Satyr snapped their heads towards the entrance. "More Hellhounds found us…" Billy whispered. The blonde growled, putting his helmet/visor on, he turned to the panicking Satyr. "Stay with the kid." The blonde instructed before glaring at the entrance. "I'll handle this."

Stepping outside the abandoned house. The blonde was greeted by five more Hellhounds, each snarling at him. Taking a Kunai from his pouch, the blonde immediately rushed to the nearest Hellhound. The creature growled and leaped at him, the blonde ducked and stabbed its underbelly as it stayed in air. Kicking the dissolving creature, the helmeted blonde quickly chucked a shuriken which hit another Hellhound in the face.

Running to another Hellhound, he tackled said creature and pinned the Hellhound. The creature beneath him snarled and barked, desperately struggling to break free. Hearing another growl from behind, the blonde waited for a moment before dodging to the left. Watching as the Hellhound from behind bite the pinned Hellhound's exposed throat.

As the Hellhound finished feasting on its kin, the blonde drove Kunai on the side of its head. The blonde twisted the knife as another Hellhound ran at him. He chucked the Kunai towards the rushing Hellhound while the stabbed Hellhound dissolved, hitting the last one right between the eyes.

The blonde sighed and rolled his shoulders, taking the black Kunai from the last Hellhound. "Damn mutts..." He muttered in annoyance.

"That was so cool!"

"Eh?"

The blonde turned around and saw Billy and Lily walking towards him, running in Lily's case. The little Demigod soon stopped in front of him and the blonde was assaulted by a barrage of questions by the little girl. "Where did you learn to do that? Were you taught by someone, or was it self-taught? How did you get you're weapons? Did you make them?" The blonde was stunned to say the least as the grey eyed girl interrogated him. Billy put a hand on the little girl's shoulder, a smile on his face. "I think he may needs rest for a bit, Lily." He stated, before looking at the blonde with a sheepish smile on his face. "Sorry about that." He apologized on the little girl's behalf.

The blonde shrugged in response. "Eh, it's fine. I'm used to it." He waved the apology off, looking at the sky, more howls were heard.

Not a good sign.

"I suggest you two camp here for at least tonight, too dangerous around these times." The blonde advised to which the Satyr agreed.

The next morning, at the crack of dawn. Billy stood outside the decrepit house, waiting for Lily to get ready. The Satyr leaned against the porch, his hand placed atop the rotting wood and he turned to the unmasked blonde next to him. "You… know, I never actually got your name last night." He said, causing the blonde to look at the Satyr. After a few moments of thinking the blonde spoke, "Naruto, my name's Naruto." Naruto stated. The Satyr looked at the blonde with curiosity in his eyes. "Naruto? As in, fishcake?" He snickered, to which Naruto glared at the Satyr. "It means Maelstrom, damn it!" He corrected the Satyr sternly.

"I'm ready to go Billy!" Lily's voice rang out as she stepped out the house. The Satyr nodded, and glanced at Naruto. "You coming with us too? I mean, by your scent I could already tell you're a Demigod, so how about come with us to Camp?" Billy offered to the 13 year-old. Though it went unnoticed to the Satyr, for the briefest moments, the blonde had a look of conflict on his face.

Memories started rushing to him.

The image of a girl in punk like clothing.

Followed by an image of a boy with short, sandy blonde hair.

Then a little girl with stormy grey eyes and curly blonde hair.

Another memory flashed.

"Thalia and I will hold it back! Luke, get Annabeth out of here!"

"What do you think you're doing Naru? You can't!"

"Just Go Luke! We'll hold them off!"

His hand slowly turned into a fist.

"You'll promise you and Thalia will come back… right?"

"It's a promise of a lifetime Annie!"

"Yo! Naruto, you okay man?" The Satyr called out. Naruto flinched and snapped out of his musings. "Huh?" The blonde responded. Billy held a look of concern on his face. "I asked if you wanted to come with us to Camp Half-Blood, a sanctuary and home for Demigods."

Naruto looked up. "Camp… huh." He repeated. The blonde stayed quiet before he smirked and put on his helmet/visor. "Sure, count me in -Ttebayo."

The Satyr grinned in return. "C'mon then, let's go!" Grasping Lily's hand, the three started walking. Underneath his red mask, a small smile started to form on the blonde boy's lips.

Luke, Annabeth… I'm coming back.

So... This is a thing now.

I'm guessing some of you know who I based this Naruto on.

As of now, pairings are undecided, you could suggest one of your own if you want.

Naruto's Godly parent won't be revealed yet, but you're welcome to try and guess.

Review! Constructive criticism is also good, give suggestions. Write anything really.

If you're here to flame or just bad mouth me in general... Do it. Won't really matter, but if want to sure.

See ya.