A/N: Hello fellow readers and followers! Here's another update from me since I'll be going for vacation. In the mean time, please enjoy this next chapter. Don't forget to review, follow, or favorite. Thank you!

**All rights go to Ishida Sui and Rick Riordan

Chapter 6: Son and King

A week has passed since my encounter with the twelve Olympians. In all honesty, I vaguely remembered what the meeting was all about, but the embrace I gave to my father was still fresh on my mind. Soon after I displayed such affection, Hera managed to catch both of our attention. A glint of her smile seemed to put a curious look on my face.

Flashback…

"Ahem," Hera cleared her throat.

Both of our heads turned towards the Queen of Olympus. I released my arms so my father can approach his wife. A smile started to form upon the lips of the goddess as if she has something up in her sleeve, but all doubts dissipated from my mind when father's voice brought me out of my own thoughts.

"What is it my dear?" Father asked.

Hera's soft-brown eyes glanced at my direction and went back to father's center of attention. The goddess whispered something to her husband which caused father's eyes to widen with awe and happiness.

"A-are you sure?" Father nervously asked, "I-is this what you want?"

The goddess nodded and looked towards me. With the motion of her hands, she signaled me to come towards them. For some reason, my long legs were not functioning but I managed to bring back the lost feeling of walking once more as I approached the two people standing before me.

Hera's lips started to move, "I told your father that you will be my champion as well as adopting you since your birth mother clearly does not understand the meaning of motherhood."

"I don't understand. What do you mean by champion? And how can you adopt me for I am a product of your husband's infidelity?" I asked with great confusion.

Hera smiled once more, "I will be your guardian and mother. After I saw your life, pity washed over me. No one was there to guide you emotionally throughout your childhood and up to the point of becoming an adult. This is the least I could do for your father and you."

I bowed my head with great reverence and gratitude, but I suddenly felt Hera's hand upon my cheek as she brought my head to face her.

"And besides," she continued, "It's high time I should start taking care of a child as my own."

Present…

As I recall the events that transpired last week, the book in front of me that is entitled, Heroes of Camp Half-Blood, brought me back to the reality. With my callous hands, I examined the book with great care as my finger tips brushed over the binding. Chiron told me that the book traced back to the time the camp was created, and once in a life time, the book would be updated with new heroes. At first, I didn't believe the old centaur but his formal voice convinced me enough to believe at his words. I continued to look over the book and the first page displayed the title in Greek. I noticed there was a coffee stain on the bottom right corner of the page, and to the left of the stain, there was a note that says, "Sorry for the stain… –K.Y."

I chuckled to whoever did this and an image came into my mind showing a scene of Chiron punishing that person with a ridiculous punishment. My fingers begged me to go the next page, and when I did, the second page is the table of contents. I was surprised when the table of contents extended from page two to page seven.

"Geez, this will take awhile," I thought.

As I read the names of every hero, one particular name stood out in Chapter Twenty: The Grey-Eyed Son.

"Huh, I wonder."

I adjusted my glasses and turned the book to the chapter in which the hero caught my interest, and when I arrived at my destination, there was a picture of a pair of grey eyes. I looked closely onto the picture and for some reason; there was a tinge of a light-red highlight on the iris of the eye. Just for safety measures, I touched the picture just to make sure if it is not another stain and my expectations were correct.

My eyes scanned further down the page, and there was a quote that represents the picture.

"Creating a sense of calm and composure, and relief from this chaotic world," I read out loud, "the son stands solid and stable just like the color of his eyes."

I looked back once more onto the picture and my eyes once again found an engraving on the corner of the picture: Elegant, yet simple is what it says.

Curiosity soon took over me, and I moved onto the next page. There was nothing.

"What? That can't be it," I said to myself.

Apparently, the next few pages were torn out from the book and disappointment filled me. But the last page of the chapter remained intact and the information that was recorded is all about the quests and achievements he achieved. Whoever did this must have suffered by now under the hands of Chiron.

I heard a knock behind me and before me, Percy stood.

"Haise, come with me," Percy said, "Chiron requested us to meet him in the cave where the Oracle is."

I nodded in response and closed the book that left me unsatisfied.

Somewhere in the Aogiri Base…

Water gushed out of the tank as a tall man wearing a white mask with a huge smile released the unconscious prisoner. Once the prisoner hits the floor, the tall man brought out of his pocket an antidote to awaken the man that lied before him. With a careful gesture, the masked man placed the vial of antidote underneath the prisoner's nose, letting the aroma do all of the work.

The prisoner's dull-grey eyes shot opened as he started to cough out the water from his system. The tall man watched the prisoner with content as he put back the vial underneath his long maroon cloak.

"Noroi?" the prisoner asked as he recognized the man with the mask.

The tall man crouched before him, "It's been awhile Kuzen."

The prisoner, now revealed as Kuzen Yoshimura, remained silent but his lips betrayed him as he asked the tall man before him, "Why'd you release me?"

Noroi just shrugged and continued, "Use that sight of yours and find out."

"You know I could not," Yoshimura snapped, "Not yet anyway."

"And why not?"

"I don't have the strength. I need a-am..a-am.."

"Ambrosia," Noroi finished for him.

The aged Yoshimura nodded. He heard Noroi sighed and helped the old man stand on his feet. At first, Yoshimura thought he has enough strength to walk but it seems his legs failed him as he was entrapped in the confinement for more than two years. Noroi managed to help him as he let Yoshimura used the tall man as a crutch.

"Thank you," Yoshimura said with gratitude.

"Don't thank me yet," Noroi replied, "There's still a bigger problem that needs resolving."

"And what's that?"

"You'll soon find out, old friend."

Somewhere in Manhattan…

"Care to tell me why we're here?" Tatara asked with irritation.

The duo soon arrived at a coffee shop called Java King. The building itself soon reminded the young girl, Eto, her father's old coffee shop down at 20th ward. The coffee shop is not as fancy as the famous Starbucks but rather it displays a sense of a homey feeling. Hardwood floors covered the ground layout and old-style bricks covered the walls of the shop. In the center is a bar just like the one back in Anteiku. Clearly, the shop is a bit bigger than her father's coffee shop.

"I want to discuss with you about the One-Eyed King," Eto replied with a smile on her face.

Tatara's red eyes rolled as the young Yoshimura skipped into the shop. Eto managed to pick out the table by the huge window and asked the man behind her to follow her.

"As you already know," Eto continued, "We're here for the King."

"Get to the point, Eto," Tatara retorted with impatience.

"Alright, alright. Calm down. I'm going to tell you who is the One-Eyed King."

Tatara eyed the little girl in front him with great interest. When one of the servers approached them with coffee, Eto waited after the server finished doing his obligation.

Once the server moved away to approach another customer, Eto leaned forward a little so only Tatara can hear her.

"The One-Eyed King is Kaneki Ken," the little green-haired girl whispered.

Tatara's red eyes widen with disbelief and fury, "What do you mean he is the king? Surely you are wrong for his eye is not that great."

"Well, he is not the king yet. A secret partner of mine and I have been keeping the throne warm for him."

The man before the little green-haired girl seemed to relax a little, but he was still in utter disbelief for someone who cannot control the abilities of a ghoul.

"And plus," Eto continued, "Kaneki is quite powerful than you expect him to be. He's the same as me in terms of lineage."

Tatara became silent for a moment, but he spoke once more with a tinge of realization, "He has the blood of a god, doesn't he?"

Eto smiled and hummed in agreement.

For once in the lifetime, the duo enjoyed each other's company as they sipped through the fine taste of their beverages. Red Spider Lilies began to bloom by the window sill as the duo sought out to their beloved king.

CCG Headquarters – 1st Ward

In the midst of the boulevard stood the tall CCG Main Office, the primary headquarters of the Commission of Counter Ghoul in the 1st Ward of Tokyo. The sky soon darkened as grey clouds soon rolled in, interfering the once-blue firmament. Beyond the confinements of the headquarters lies a dark room with the crest of the federal agency in the middle of a metallic door. Whispers of anger and impatience emanated from the room.

"My lord, you will have to wait a little while longer," A very old-aged man spoke, "We will soon find him."

A shadowy figure stood in the middle of the checkered floor. The figure stood twenty feet tall and its humongous size intimidated the old man beneath him. There was nothing the old man can describe about the entity before him other than its height and those blue-white eyes. Everything else is shadows.

"I cannot wait any longer!" The figure snapped angrily, "I need his EYES to see! I need it back! It was mine from the very beginning!"

The old man waited for the figure to become silent, but all seems lost when the figure's cold eyes turned towards the man. The elder's eyes lowered in fear of being killed right on the spot.

"I'll give you a week, Washuu!" the shadowy figure spoke once more as he pointed to the man beneath him, "If you do not find him, I'll kill you and the rest who resides here!"

The old Washuu bowed, "Y-yes my lord."

The tall figure let out a heavy sigh and his cold blue-white eyes stared out to the space.

"Now I would have to wait another week in order for my body to finish its transformation," The figure continued, "Without those eyes, my body cannot reach its high potential as it used to be. I MUST get out of this horrible pit."

"What exactly are you trying to accomplish my lord?" the old Washuu asked.

The shadowy figure eyed the man beneath him with great distrust, "Once I get my eyes back, I will restore my older brother's throne and I myself will take the mantle of king."

The Washuu was confused, but he still nodded in agreement much to the entity's annoyance. The metallic doors suddenly opened before them, revealing a middle-aged man with wavy black hair, high cheekbones and faded goatee around his mouth and chin. The man approached the two and bowed before the great entity.

"Any good news, Yoshitoki?" the Old Washuu asked.

"There are none father," the man named Yoshitoki replied with a distress upon his face.

The hope in the father's eyes dissipated only to replace with utter disappointment. The great entity grumbled as his shadowy hands clenched tightly into fists.

"But," the young Washuu continued, "I have heard rumors that the leader of Aogiri Tree travelled to America for some business."

The old Washuu's head suddenly turned towards his son, "What do you mean?"

"It means that we have to delay our search since clearly we cannot trace their base without the tracks of their leader," Yoshitoki answered.

Out of nowhere, the ground shook with ferocity as the two Washuus experienced for the first time the anger of the figure before them.

Back in Camp Half-Blood….

The walk to the cave is longer than I expected. I noticed the silence that engulfs between Percy and I, but then I realized we hadn't talked ever since I got teleported to Mount Olympus last week. Beyond our sight, the entrance to the cave became much clearer in our eyes.

"Soooo," Percy spoke up, "You are now my cousin, huh?"

"I believe so," I replied with a shrug.

Percy became silent once more, but then his mouth started to move again, "It's so weird to have a friend who turns out to be related with you."

I chuckled, "I mean, aren't we all related?"

"Touché," the son of Poseidon said with a smile, "How's your stay in Cabin One?"

"The cabin itself was refurnished with books I liked as well as other necessities."

Percy was surprised, "Really? When Jason first arrived here and stayed at Cabin One, he said there was nothing there except the really big statue of Zeus in the middle and his sister's stuff."

I scratched my cheek, "I don't mind the statue."

As we kept on walking, I noticed there was a questioning look on Percy's face as if he was trying to figure out something.

He turned to me once again, "So Hera adopted you as her son?"

"Pretty much," I answered, "At first I thought it would be too much, but then the goddess said she doesn't mind it."

"Does that mean you can go to Cabin Two?" Percy asked with an eyebrow raised.

I nodded, "I haven't checked it yet. Hera told me there is a surprise as well as other things."

As we drew near the cave, the main area of the camp vanished before our eyes. Percy and I finally reached the secret parts of the forest and proceeded forth to the cave.

"In all honesty," I continued, "I'm glad she adopted me so I can move on from my past – away from thinking about my suffering under the hands of my birth mother."

I did not notice the somber tone that was emanating as I spoke. Pity washed over the son of Poseidon's face, but the voice of Chiron from the cave brought us out from the reverie. When we entered the cave, the cave itself is not that big but I was surprised the interior looks like a regular room of a house.

In the middle of the room was a chair with someone sitting on it. It was a girl, roughly the same age as Percy, with red curls and visible freckles upon her face. She dons a pink sweater and her long arms are crossed like she was concentrating on something. It was Rachel Elizabeth Dare.

Chiron approached us, "The reason I called both of you here today is that Rachel believes a prophecy has come upon her from Apollo."

"Already?" Percy asked with annoyance in his voice, "For once, can we just enjoy the peace? I mean, we defeated Gaea almost a year ago and we deserve some break from another save-the-world quest."

The old centaur sighed at his former pupil's antics, "Percy you must realize we do not live in a world with happy endings. Although you and the other six have successfully save the world, that doesn't mean we can sit back and relax. There's still chaos out there. You just don't see it."

The son of Poseidon grumbled with stubbornness as he huffed away from Chiron. I smiled when Percy crossed his arms, but Chiron managed to catch my attention.

"As I was saying, Rachel, the Oracle, has something for us," the centaur continued.

"Um sir," I started, "Is there a particular reason why I'm needed?"

"It's been a half a year since you've arrived in this camp and you've never experienced the presence and the power of the Oracle yet."

I nodded and Chiron proceeded towards the red-haired girl. The old centaur whispered something to the Oracle and stepped back as the Oracle's eyes opened with green light coming out from her sight.

"Half-god, Half-ghoul, his blood must be true. Only the son of lightning knows what he must do. Prepare the way for the One-Eyed King. Only the son of lightning knows what he must bring. Peace or Chaos, death will decide the fate. Only the son of lightning will know if he takes the bait. The Grey-Eyed Son must make amends. Or the world he loves so dearly will sure to end."

Once the prophecy has spoken, Rachel staggered with exhaustion but Chiron managed to hold her. Concern spread throughout my body, but relief washed over me when Rachel smiled as she saw Percy and I.

"Hey there," she greeted, "It's been awhile."

I watched for any reaction from the old centaur, but all I saw is the seriousness that was coming from his aging face. Percy greeted happily to the Oracle while Chiron paced back and forth, trying to figure out the detailed prophecy. From time to time, the majestic creature sneaked a few glances at me, but the conversation from Percy and Rachel distracted from the concerns that was building up inside of me.

The mentioned of The Grey-Eyed Son heated the blood of my veins as frustration soon took over the reins of my mind. The book that I was reading earlier before we arrived here at the cave left me with never-ending thirst for knowledge – I want to know who is this hero and more importantly, what does the prophecy has in store for me and my future. I do hope I get answers soon from Chiron as well as from my father.

After a few have passed, Chiron's voice reached my ears, "Haise, I want you to meet me later back in the Big House. For now, I believe you have some training to do with the other campers," He looked at Percy, "You too Percy."

We both nodded and Chiron continued, "I apologize for the sudden halt after Rachel finished reciting the prophecy. I just need to do some clarifications with her."

"Is there a problem Chiron?" Percy asked.

"Possibly," the old centaur answered with a sigh, "But as I said, continue on with training. I will see you both later."

Just as we about to leave the cave, there was a sudden explosion by the border of the camp.