'Ello, random people who just happen to be reading this. (If you're one of my regular readers, I'm baaaaaaaaaaack!)

So, Since I've been on here last, I've become interested in anime. Yup, little ol' me likes anime. Of course, one of the anime is Soul Eater.

This story will be pre-Kronos (meaning between TBOTL and TLO) for Percy Jackson, and a mix of the anime and manga for Soul Eater. (Post-Kishin, by the way)

And since my obsession calls for it, there will be TONS and TONS of Death the Kid. And let me just put this out there... Kid is freaking SEXY when madness takes over him in the manga. ...Sorry.

As for pairings... Let's go for some canon. Maybe a few, well, you know, SoMa here and there. Some Black*StarxTsubaki (let's call it Tsustar XP). Review if you want crack-pairings (i.e. Patty and Crona... hey, that's pretty good... *plots*)

On with the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Soul Eater. If I did, there would be much more Kid, Soul and Maka would be a couple, Black*Star would have purple hair (don't ask), and Kid's Lines of Sanzu would've connected fully a looooooooooong time ago (and, you know, Shinigami-sama wouldn't get hurt after one is connected [he better not die...])

Disclaimer #2: I don't own Percy Jackson. If I did, Poseidon and Sally would have more background stories, and Percy and Poseidon would have more time to be together.

Maka Albarn swung her Death Scythe at a realistic dummy. She was attempting to improve her stamina. She gently set Soul down and doubled over to pant.

"Maka, you need to stop. It's not cool for my meister to be like this," Soul advised.

"I... can't. Just because the Kishin is defeated does not mean we can stop our training. Besides, I need to build my stamina up. All that time in the hospital has made me weak."

Soul sighed, and he changed back into human form. He was wearing his normal attire: orange shirt, black jacket, and thin headband. As much as Maka wouldn't admit it, she missed his old headband. It looked... better on him, per say. "If you keep that up, you'll end up being like Black*Star."

"Hmph," Maka grumbled, then glared at him. She gave him a hard Maka Chop, then watched as he crumbled to the ground.

"What the hell was that for?" Soul asked, clutching his throbbing scalp. Maka turned the other way.

"YAHOO!" An annoying voice scream out. "Did somebody call for the great Black*Star?" Black*Star leaped from the ledge he had been sitting on, and landed on his feet, with his hands in his pockets. He took one hand out and pointed a thumb at himself. "Then again, no one can stop talking about me. Everyone knows I was the one put the Kishin in his place." He belted out a laugh. "After all, I'll be the one to transcend God!"

MAKA CHOP!

Black*Star lay right beside Soul, in the same position.

"Black*Star!" A distant feminine voice called. It was a mild, soothing voice that could only belong to one person: Tsubaki.

"Black*Star!" the voice called again, this time closer. "Black- oh. Did you give you any trouble, Maka?" the Demon Weapon asked the scythe meister.

"What the hell, Tsubaki?" Black*Star screamed. "I'm on the ground and you're asking her if I gave any trouble? She's the one who freaking chopped my brains open!"

Tsubaki's face blanched. "I'm sorry Black*Star."

Black*Star growled, then got up. He looked at Soul (who was still on the ground, now crying) in disgust. "See, this is the kind of thing I don't want to be," he scoffed. "If I do, then I will never transcend God. Come on, Tsubaki. Let's go train."

"Not so fast," a voice called at the end of the hallway. Black*Star turned, and standing there was Death the Kid, standing perfectly symmetrical, with Liz and Patty on either side of him.

Kid stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked towards the groups, Liz and Patty exactly eight inches behind him. "My father would like to see everyone."

"And what does Lord Death want this time?" Black*Star asked, obviously pissed because he couldn't go train.

Kid shrugged. "I'm not sure. But whatever it is, it must be important."

Black*Star smirked. He walked over to Kid, and pulled a loose white string off his shirt. "What's this?"

Kid stiffened. He counted to ten in his head while taking deep breaths. It wasn't until he got to seven that he had a symmetry breakdown. "Why is there a string on my shirt? I made sure that there wouldn't be a loose string!" He crumbled to the ground and began to bang his left fist one the ground. "I deserve to die! Such asymmetrical garbage like me shouldn't be allowed to live. Someone, kill me now, and put me out of my suffering!"

Liz and Patty squatted next to him, and began to comfort him. While that was going on, Maka Maka Chopped Black*Star.

"You idiot!" She screeched. "Just because you were pissed does not mean you can send Kid into a fit!"

Black*Star got up and brushed himself off. "Do you have a death wish, Maka? My goal is to transcend God, and you're preventing me from doing so. I challenge you to a fight!"

"Wait!" Tsubaki attempted to yell. "Can't we just sort this out? There's no staff to witness either."

"Do I seem like I care, Tsubaki?" Black*Star asked. His face turned serious.

Soul saw what was going on. He quickly got up, ignoring the headache that followed, and got in between the two. "Stop fighting. It's not cool to fight your friends."

That seemed to make them realize what was going on. Black*Star scratched behing his head.

"I'm sorry, Maka. Guess I didn't realize what was going on." Maka politely accepted his apology, then they walked over to a now fit-free Kid. Kid began to lead them to the Death Room.

"So, why is Lord Death sumoning us to the Death Room?" Black*Star asked. Tsubaki was behind him, pondering what would've happened if Soul hadn't intervened with him and Maka.

"Weren't you just listening?" Kid asked through gritted teeth. He was still pissed off about Black*Star finding a loose string on his shirt. "I don't know. He just asked if I could bring you four to the Death Room, and I obliged."

"Of course you did..." Black*Star mumbled.

Kid turned around and gave him an angry glare, with as much hostility he could muster. "What was that?"

For once, Black*Star felt as if he had shrunk down. The glare Kid was giving him would've sent the Kishin running home for Mommy (that is, if that deranged man had a mommy. He was probably spawned from some sort of sewer.). "Nothing, Kid. Just muttering to myself."

Kid's facial expression transformed back into his usual collected self. He continued to stroll towards the Death Room..

There wasn't much talking along the way, just some theories by Maka and Tsubaki about what Lord Death would want. ("Maybe he wants to congratulate us on defeating the Kishin?" "No, no, he did that last week. You were in the hospital when he did.")

They entered the Death Room, and Tsubaki and Maka's theories were immediately shut up; they were a bit embarrassed about their current hypothesis...

Lord Death was outside of his mirror, just staring at it. There was an image of some sort of camp, but yet, it didn't look like a camp. There were kids with swords and spears and shields... oh my! They were fighting each other, like a weapon/meister pair, but the weapons seemed like... normal weapons. No human that transforms into them. The gang thought that was rather peculiar.

Everyone just watched the scene for a few minutes. Lord Death seemed very interested in the mirror, so they didn't want to bother him. But five minutes of him not realizing they were there was enough. Kid spoke up first.

"Hello, Father."

Lord Death turned around, then quickly swiped the mirror until it was normal again. He completely turned around towards the group, the bounced over towards them. "Hello, Son! I see you brought everyone like I asked, hmm~"

"Why were we called down here?" Black*Star asked, rather rudely. But he didn't care. If Lord Death expcted him to just do some dirty work for him without an explanation, the god of death of off his rocker.

"Ah, straight to the point I see," Lord Death answered. He buoyantly bounced over to the blue haired assassin. "I've called you all for help." The god of death paused dramatically. Everyone was on their toes, dying to know what help they were called for. A mission? Perhaps a Kishin egg plaguing a village? They could only guess.

"A friend of mine," Lord Death continued, "runs a camp. For warriors."

"ALRIGHT!" Black*Star yelled. He pumped his fist in the air. "Now this is where things get interesting."

Lord Death paused, allowing Tsubaki to calm down her meister. "These warriors are not normal. In fact, they aren't even human. At least, not fully."

"What are you saying, Dad?" Death the Kid asked his father. He was very curious. If these warriors were not fully human, the what was the other part of them?

"How many of you know about Greek Mythology?" Lord Death asked, instead of answering his son's question. It's not like he didn't want to answer it; by asking a question, he would answer it, just not immediately, if that made any sense.

"I think I know a bit," Maka replied. "I'm not an expert, but I do read about it from time to time."

"Good~. Then this should be easy for you to understand. Those warriors are half-human, half-god. And before you make any assumptions, Kid..." Lord Death said as an empty threat.

"They're demigods," surprisingly Soul said. Every stared at him like he was crazy. "What? I read. Maka left a Greek Mythology book around, so I just started reading it."

"What happened to 'Books are for uncool people'?" Maka pressed. She folded her arms and got ready for a Maka Chop, in case Soul gave the wrong answer.

"That's not important right now." He saw the glared Maka was giving him, and added, "What's important is that I actually got something right." He winced, expecting a Maka Chop, but he didn't receive one. Maka put up her hardcover book, then looked back at Lord Death.

"That being said, one of their parents is a mortal, and the other is a Greek god. There's a war brewing, and they need all the held they can get!" Two white, blocky hand formed from the side of Lord Death's cape. He smacked them together. "And I volunteered you seven!"

Kid's mouth gaped. "Father, do you really expect us to go help some half god, demimortals, whatever, just because you asked us to? By the sound of these people, they're not even symmetrical!" Kid protested. He folded his arms, and turned his head away from his father, just like a child would do in a tantrum. In a way, Death the Kid was having a tantrum, just his older, more mature (yeah, right) way of throwing a tantrum.

Lord Death sighed, then tried to remember the times when Kid was easier to take care of. That seemed to give him a sense of paternity. "Kiddo, I chose you all because I think you're the best Shibusen has to offer. Please, just go. I already promised my friend that I would send seven."

"Why can't it be eight?" Kid grumbled, then looked at his father's masked face. "I'll go," he agreed.

"Alright~!" Lord Death bounced over to the mirror. He waved a blocky hand in front of it, and the scene of the camp appeared again. Only this time, it was a scene of an ampitheater. There was a giant campfire, blazing an unnatural yellow. About fifty kids were sitting around it, dressed in armor and holding weapons. Half of them wore blue-plumed helmets, and the rest wore red-plumed helmets. Something was announced, then they all stood up, screaming, and held their weapons up to the sky. The campfire rose another ten feet. They all began filing in towards the eerie-looking forest.

"Step right through," the god of death commanded.

Kid was the first to go, with Liz and Patty not far behind.

"YAHOO!" Black*Star screamed, then jumped in the mirror, with Tsubaki following timidly behind him. "I'm sorry for his impulsiveness," she apologized before the mirror swallowed her up. Lord Death smiled through his mask, then gave her a thumbs up.

Soul changed into weapon form, and together, he and Maka walked through the mirror.

The scene changed to a regular mirror, reflecting Lord Death, and his Death Scythe, Spirit in the background.

"That's not the only reason you sent Kid, is it?" Spirit asked suspiciously from the shadows. He walked cooly to his meister, hands in pockets.

Lord Death looked down. "No. I never told them the enemy they have to face; Kronos, the Titan of Time. I was hoping that, with Kronos' immense power, it would unlock Kid's Sanzu Lines permanently. But I can't be so sure; at that camp, there's a prophecy about this other boy who is destined to defeat Kronos. If I could only remember how it goes..."

Spirit put his hand on the death god's shoulder. "Let's just hope both of our children will make it back." The Death Scythe sniffled. "Maka, my beautiful daughter, please forgive me...!"

"SHINIGAMI CHOP!"

Spirit was in a corner, head steaming. Literally. He held his scalp while sobbing. "MAKA!"

~SExPJO~

"AHHHHHH!" Kid landed in a creek, face first. Liz and Patty landed on either side of him. Patty giggled.

"Kid's in water! Gehehehe!" She got up and began to wring her shorts out. Kid slowly sat up, his hair sticking to his forehead. Liz and Patty both stared at him, wondering what he would do.

"YAHOO!" Black*Star yelled, then landed feet first on Kid's back. "The great Black*Star has arrived!" Tsubaki landed feet first next to him. She helped Black*Star off of Kid, then apologized. Kid sat up and spit out water. He stood up, and was about to get out of the creek when Maka yelled, "Look out below!" and landed on Kid.

Kid was staring to lose patience in this. If anymore people landed on his back, he would shoot them, shoot them again, and then use Death God Marital Arts on them. Then shoot them again, just for good measures.

"You okay, Kid?" Maka asked. At least she was kind enough to ask him if he was alright, unlike the others. Maka stuck out her hand.

"Thank you," Kid replied, and accepted Maka's hand. Maka help pull him up out of the creek. "Oh, this is disgraceful. I should have known something like this would happen. Why didn't I bring an extra change of clothes?" Kid flicked his hair so it was out of his eyes.

The bushes rustled.

Liz grabbed ahold of his little sister. "AHHH! What was that?" Another bush (on the opposite side) rustled, and a twig snapped.

"Liz, Patty!" Kid yelled. The two Thompson sisters transformed into twin pistols. Kid help them upside-down, pointing one at each bush that had rustled.

"Tsubaki, Uncanny Sword Mode!" Black*Star commanded.

"Right," Tsubaki said before transforming. Black*Star gripped the sword vertically in his right hand, and held two fingers from his left hand in front of his face. He began to list the rules of the assassin.

Liz's face flashed in the pistol in Kid's left hand. "Great, we get to listen to that again?" she asked as Black*Star got to the second rule.

"Shut up," Kid commanded. "Whatever's out there is getting closer. You two, be ready for Soul Resonance if it's anything bad."

Patty's face flashed in the opposite pistol. She smiled with her eyes closed and gave her meister a thumbs-up. "Okay!"

"Assassin's rule number three..." Black*Star droned on. His breathing had slowed to the point where you couldn't hear it at all. Everyone else's breaths were held. Maka gripped Soul to the point where the knuckles under her gloves were the same color as her gloves. Kid closed his eyes in anticipation.

Boy, were they all surprised when they saw who (or what) came out of the bushes.

Good day, people!

So, Ever since I finished watching Soul Eater (right now I'm watching Bleach. 23 episodes down, 300 somewhat to go.) I've had this idea in my mind.

So, please, Review, Favorite, all that crap.

Oh, and if you're wondering where I've been, I've been on a little site called Quizazz. I'm . Uh, just look up "emotionless eyes" and you should be able to find me under people.

~Percidia Jackson