"Percy, please, I-I don't have much time. Give me the knife. Kronos won't let anyone come close to his mortal spot but I can," Luke groaned as one of his blue eyes turned gold, visibly demonstrating his slipping control. His hand, extended to Percy, shook in dominance for control of the human body. "Quickly!"

Percy Jackson hesitated. How could he trust Luke after having been betrayed by him? In Percy's first year at Camp Half-Blood, the only safe haven for demigods, Luke had nearly killed by setting a venomous pit scorpion on him. For Poseidon's sake, he might have been a son of Poseidon but he was twelve at the time!

Percy internally sighed. But here Luke was, asking for a second chance. And who was Percy to deny a demigod, someone who knew the hardships of being a demigod even better than even he did, a second chance? Percy reached out and placed Annabeth's knife, handle first, in Luke's palm.

And then, the trembling stopped.

Luke grasped the knife Percy offered him and tilted his head upwards from facing the ground, and gazed at Percy with malevolent, gold eyes. A small, cruel smile broadened into a hateful grin. And then, Kronos laughed. It was a cold laugh that inspired fear and hopeless in the young demigod as if he were about to die. Which he was.

And it was that heart-stopping realization that inspired the young son of Poseidon to act. Knowing that Bessie inhabited a tank that held a sizable amount of water, Percy stumbled backwards, away from Kronos's vicious slash, and held out his hand towards the water.

Like a volcanic eruption, something Percy could say was highly unpleasant to experience, the tank holding Bessie shattered and the water, along with Bessie, moved towards him swiftly and enclosed him in the form of a sphere. Instinctively sending out various tendrils of water, Percy surrounded his possible but not-quite-there-yet girlfriend, Annabeth, his best friend, Grover, his trusty, celestial bronze sword, Riptide, and fled. Percy used his aqua-sphere like a bowling ball and rolled all the while still facing Kronos who had begun to light up like a golden firecracker.

Percy turned around and willed his aqua-sphere to roll faster while also sending several other tendril to move the collapsed statue of Hera so he could also pick up Thalia.

"Percy, what the heck's going on?" Thalia shouted at him as Percy rolled even faster, heading towards the nearest edge off Mount Olympus.

Percy ignored his cousin in favor of rolling off the edge and falling, garnering various obscenities from Thalia including "I'm gonna shove my dad's Master Bolt up your ass, Kelp for Brains!" and "You're gonna wish that Lady Artemis had turned you into a jackelope when you first met her when I'm done with you!" Also, green projectile vomit that thankfully was repulsed by his aqua-sphere.

Huh, so Thalia doesn't like heights. Go figure, his ADHD thought as he rapidly descended from the heavens to the fighting below. From where he was falling, Percy judged that he would fall right on a good chunk of monsters giving his other cousin from his more death-oriented side of the family, a hard time. I hope we don't splatter on the pavement like a water balloon.

Using his aquatic powers, he willed the sphere to a durable yet malleable density. Hard enough to withstand become an artful display of blood and human flesh but soft enough that his head wouldn't jerk and give him whiplash. Well, for all of them.

Splat! Right after landing on a squad of monsters and crushing them into nothingness with his semi-solid aqua-sphere, the sphere popped like a bubble and wet the surrounding area including his cousin, Nico di Angelo.

"Percy? What are you doing here? Weren't you dealing with Kronos?" Nico questioned like a machine gun.

"Nico! Tell your dad to get warn the Olympians not to go to Olympus! Tell every demigod you meet to retreat. Kronos is about to assume his divine form!" Percy said breathlessly.

Nico's black eyes widened in horror before running off. Percy trudged over to Thalia who, after seeing Percy, got up from the ground.

"Kronos is about to win the war. Carry Annabeth while I carry Grover," Percy interrupted before Thalia could speak. "We have to get out of here fast before Kronos kills us all with his divine form."

The blue eyed Lieutenant of Artemis nodded breathlessly before she picked up Annabeth and slung her over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes before gesturing to Bessie. "What about him?"

Percy turned to Bessie wearily after tossing Grover over his shoulder, "Bessie? Can you erm- slither your way across?"

Bessie mooed in the affirmative.

A dark shadow flew over them before reaching Olympus and rising to the very top of the mountain and entombing the entirety of the colossal home of the gods. Black fireworks began sparkling over the gigantic box-shaped shadow.

"You five are the last. Come," The two and Bessie turned around only to discover that Hades had spoken to them.

"My mom and Paul?" Percy asked desperately.

"I have taken them too. I assume you are familiar with shadow-travel? Good, then I shall teleport you now," Hades said.

Before Percy could respond, his adrenaline exhausted itself and everything faded to black.

...

"-cy. -Sea...d. -ercy! Percy! Seaweed Brain, wake up!"

Percy's sea green eyes snapped opened while his hand instinctively sought the familiar, semi-comfortable grip of Riptide, now in his pocket in its pen form. Before he could click the pen, however, he took notice of who was talking to him.

"Annabeth? What-"

Annabeth interrupted Percy. "You fainted just before Hades took you to the Underworld through shadow travel." Annabeth sighed and ran her fingers through Percy's messy black hair. "Don't even start thinking that it's your fault that Kronos won the war, Seaweed Brain. No one, demigod or god, blames you."

Percy sat up from the comfortable bed and hugged Annabeth who began to blush and stutter incoherently. "Thanks Wise Girl, I needed that. I'll probably still have doubts but at least they won't be as bad they could be."

Finally, after a few moments more of Percy not letting her go, Annabeth finally punched him on the shoulder. "Come on, Percy, Lord Hades wants to talk to all of us."

Percy nodded and got off the bed. He looked down, discovering that he was still wearing the clothes he wore the entirety of the Battle of Manhattan. An orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and jeans. Not exactly what would be expected in battle but at least it was comfortable. Even if there was blood and gold dust covering him. None of the blood was his, considering his skin was impenetrable thanks to the Curse of Achilles.

Soon enough, they arrived at the throne room of Hades, though how Annabeth knew how to get there, Percy had absolutely no idea, where hundreds of wounded demigods and centaurs among other allies of smaller numbers laid groaning and gasping to survive. It probably didn't help that they were all trying to survive in the realm of the dead, something very few had done in over three thousand years and that the only consistent being that flitted in and out of the Underworld was Hermes, a god.

Percy internally groaned. He really hated his ADHD. The only time he could truly focus was in battle. Of course, it was useful when he was fighting particularly difficult monsters. He looked at himself again before returning to looking at the wounded demigods. Even Annabeth was hurt. Only he remained unharmed physically. He felt a little guilty about it as if he hadn't fought hard enough.

As he and Annabeth waded through the sea of Olympian ally combatants, he received various looks. None were hateful or even angry. They were all simply sad or in some cases, even pitiful. Despite wanting to look down in shame for losing the war, he instead looked his friends and allies in the eye, simply conveying his apologies for losing the war. It was, without a doubt, even harder than fighting a Titan.

"Lord Hades," Annabeth bowed.

Percy followed suit. "Lord Uncle, I-"

"Hades. Simply call me Hades. After all this, the Olympians are no longer the rulers of the world. There is no need to address me with honorifics like Lord," Hades slumped in his throne, an arm propping up his head.

"Uh, okay...Hades," Percy said hesitantly. "Where's my mom?"

"Sleeping. She's been fending off monsters all day," Hades replied. "What a woman."

Persephone, who had appeared just behind Hades with fruits and water in the hopes of alleviating her husband's depression, heard what Hades said, and dumped everything on top of his head before leaving from where she came.

"That's a little creepy. My dad's your brother. Please don't say that...again," Percy added. Annabeth elbowed him.

Hades sighed before picking a piece of slice apple from the top of his oily hair and biting into it. Juice dripped down from his mouth, staining his battle-armor.

"What should we do now, Lor- er, Hades," Annabeth quickly amended after getting a glare from Hades.

Hades sat up straighter. A snap of his fingers rid himself of the fruits decorating him. A second snap amplified his voice so that everyone could hear him.

"Kronos has won the war. All Olympians have been captured having foolishly ignored my warning fireworks to stay away."

So that's what those black fireworks were, thought Percy.

"Kronos will be terraforming the land to suit his own desire. Remember, the majority of the Titans are unused to this advanced world, especially the advancements in the fields of technology and science so you can expect the most advanced technologies to be a trebuchet. That's if we're lucky and if the children of Hephaestus are as innovative as they were in the past."

"What the heck's a tre-whatever, Zombie God?" Asked a centaur.

"Idiot Party Ponies," Hades scoffed. Unfortunately, everyone heard him because of his amplified voice.

Hades coughed to cover his lapse of memory. "It will take a while for Kronos to erase the memories of the majority of mortals considering he does not know the full extent of his powers. That will take a year. I can defend my realm for a maximum of three years before I fall. All of you will have to separate across the continent if you wish to rebel against Kronos."

"Gather allies. Kronos and his brethren are incapable of erasing the minds of all mortals. There are far too many of you for him to bother with. And that will be his downfall. When Kronos reveals himself as the king of this world, those mortals will become dissenters. Those dissenters will become your allies in the rebellion to liberate this world."

"Another thing I must explain to you. Romans demigods exist. They are the children of our Roman aspects. You can find them in San Francisco Bay though by now, they will have scattered to the winds now that their invasion of Mount Othrys had failed. You must unite or all is lost. For the next year you may stay here but once Kronos has declared himself the king of the world, you must leave for that is when Kronos will attack my kingdom. After I am defeated, he will set his sights on all of you."

With those ominous words, Hades disappeared in a burst of darkness.

"Percy, what do we do now?" asked Annabeth.

All eyes turned to him.

Percy gulped before straightening himself out. "Now, we recover but later, we start searching for those heroic souls from two thousand years ago and search them out so they can help us train. That's the only thing we can do now."

...

Jason Grace gritted his teeth and lifted his Imperial Gold round shield to block Krios's overwhelming, overhead, two-handed strike. Then, Jason lowered his shield and within a second, struck Krios's unguarded leg. Or would have, had Krios not jumped back moments before his sword would have pierced godly flesh.

Then, Krios began to laugh outrageously. It was an irritatingly evil laugh that bordered on madness. "You were a worthy opponent, son of Zeus."

"I'm still alive," Jason pointed out.

"Not for long. Now that Saturn has assumed his divine form, MY POWER HAS INCREASED TENFOLD!" Krios began to glow.

Jason considered cursing as he charged his sword with an absurd amount of static electricity and sent it at the glowing Titan. Though the electrical blast dealt little damage, the force of the blast knocked the Titan into Kronos's black throne.

Jason ran, attempting to escape the range of Krios's explosion of divine power. Anything within that range would immediately incinerate like how a god's divine form could incinerate any demigod or mortal simply by gazing upon it.

Approaching a wall of the terrible fortress, Jason use his powers of aerokinesis to manipulate the air so he could fly above and over the wall. He flew quickly through the air, avoiding the chaos of battle occuring all across the fortress walls and in and out of the fortress as well as all the arrows sent his way and landed next to a Roman with a war horn.

"Sound the horn for retreat. Kronos has won the war," Jason ordered.

The Roman was about to tell Jason that only the praetor could tell him to do such a thing but one look at Jason's steely, serious sky blue eyes sent him trumpeting a retreat.

"Jason," Reyna had come several minutes later after the majority of Romans had retreated. "What are you doing?"

"I was fighting Krios. He told me that Saturn had assumed his divine form and then he started glowing." Jason explained. "His power is beyond belief, at least as strong as Jupiter and Neptune combined."

Reyna's eyes widened. That was absurdly powerful. "It is good that you were able to sound a retreat then. I do not believe we would have lasted much longer.

Then, the two of them heard a voice in their heads that was quite familiar to any Roman.

"Gather all Romans to the Wolf House. Camp Jupiter has fallen."

...

"Getsuga Tenshō!"

A crescent wave of black reiatsu outlined in red emanated from the tip of Ichigo Kurosaki's daito, the sword his Zanpakutō took when in Bankai mode, and struck the escaped prisoner, Aizen, full on.

Unfortunately, Aizen was in his fifth form, the final form granted to Aizen by the Hogyoku that Ichigo had dubbed Butterfly God. Even with his Hollow mask on and in Bankai mode, his attack barely scratched the immortal which was evidenced by a smirking Aizen.

Aizen had escaped his prison not soon after Ichigo had defeated the Wandenreich's Head, Yhwach, the First Quincy, with the help of his long time friend, Uryuu Ishida, who had turned against Yhwach at the last moment.

Somehow, the Hogyoku had returned to Aizen and he had used to it to create new Arrancar that were on par with the strength of the old Arrancar. Unfortunately for Aizen, he hadn't really thought about his attempted murder of Tier Harribel, the current Queen of Hueco Mundo at the time, and so a full scale war was wage between Tier or Tia to her friends and the Soul Society on one side and the Aizen on the other.

The war had been going on for eight years. In the beginning, Ichigo hadn't been allowed to participate. Instead, he had been kidnapped by Hat-n-Clogs, Yoruichi, and Tessai, though Uryuu also came, and brought Ichigo to the Dangai, again, where he was put under the harshest training possible.

In the Dangai, it was roughly two centuries worth of training. In the real world? About two years. For the first twenty-five years, Ichigo worked on his reiatsu control until one day he finally managed to revert his Zanpakutō to its unreleased state. He did this by maintaining the Dangai using his own reiatsu which Kisuke said he could maintain for millennia if he wanted.

Once he had perfected his control as much as possible, he began to learn many techniques including Bakudo and Kido which he picked up fairly quickly from Tessai, who was an amazing instructor, actual sword techniques from Kisuke, Shunpo and Hakuda techniques from Yoruichi, Quincy techniques from Uryuu and Old Man Zangetsu, Fullbring skills that he worked on by himself, and Hollow techniques from his Hollow self, Shiro though technically the last was really just manipulating Cero and Bala techniques in a variety of ways.

And then, they deemed him ready to fight Aizen.

And there was the problem. He had been maintaining the Dangai for so long that he had nearly forgotten that a considerable portion of his reiatsu had been sustaining the Dangai. When he first stepped out into the Soul Society, he had been greeted by the drawn Zanpakutōs of all the Captains of the Soul Society simply because of the reiatsu he had been emitting at its lowest setting.

"Whoops," Kisuke had said. "I forgot what would happen."

Ichigo had used a Hado #4: Byakurai to puncture a hole in his beloved hat. Kisuke gave him something similar to Kenpachi's eyepatch later on that day, a silver studded earring.

"It compliments your orange hair, you know, the hair that makes bullies go after you all the time," Kisuke had told him from behind his fan.

Ichigo had used the same Hadō spell to puncture a new hole in his second hat.

It was only after six long years of fighting Hollows and Arrancars on the sands of Hueco Mundo, that Aizen had finally revealed himself.

The problem was that nothing worked from Quincy and Shinigami techniques to Fullbring and Hollow skills. So, Ichigo resolved himself to use Mugetsu to defeat Aizen.

And unknowingly walked into Aizen's trap.

As soon as Ichigo was enveloped in the black reiatsu of the Final Getsuga Tenshō, Aizen enacted his plan and threw a modified Caja Negación at Ichigo. A yellow rectangular prism enveloped the hybrid hero.

Aizen laughed. "I was waiting for you to use Mugetsu, Ichigo. Did you not think I had planned for your technique? Even after all that you've been through, the wars and battles, in the end, you are still a naïve child."

Ichigo grew angry at his words at first but then, with a deep breath, slowly calmed himself down. He was at peace with himself. In complete harmony with all his aspects, Shinigami, Hollow, Quincy, Fullbring, and Human.

"Then, Aizen. Let's see how confident you are in your trap. Mugetsu."

A slash of his Zanpakutō began a near godly surge of completely black reiastu that crashed into the yellow dimensional walls of the prison. Ichigo willed himself to put more and more reiastu into his final attack until for a single instance, his attack broke through dimensions and completely bifurcated the Butterfly God.

And then, the walls of the dimensional prison closed once more. The yellow walls turned black with Ichigo's reiastu and with a single pop signaling the breakdown of a barrier separating two dimensions, Ichigo Kurosaki, the Savior of Souls, disappeared.

...

A/N: So, this will be my second priority out of a total of two stories. PJO canon pairings, most likely. Any recommendations for the orange haired hybrid hero, twenty-five years of age, if my math is correct, (right? 17+8=25 Yes, I'm correct) with two hundred years of training give or take a few years, who happens to find himself in the middle of anything and everything important even across dimensions?

This was actually written because I was browsing the notable few stories of the Bleach/PJO crossover kind and I really wanted to read an Ichigo in the PJO universe but would settle for an Ulquiorra in the PJO universe or even an Old Man Zangetsu traveling to the beginning of a new world in an alternate dimension where he would deal with all kinds of crazy including teaching future twin gods of archery how to wield a bow (come up with your own!) but realized that to get, you must first give, so I gave you this little story.

Go forth writer, lovers of Bleach and PJO alike, and write some stories of this crossover potential! It's kind of like a niche market, good potential but only twenty stories written so far! Go! Write!

Anyways, AU, obviously though you probably guessed that because Kronos won, Jason retreated from Krios, and Ichigo mysteriously (right, "mysteriously") disappeared from his own dimension. Of course, that'll be explained next chapter. Whenever I get around to writing it. Fantasy, because we all want to have these powers but can't, yet. Action, because there's a rebellion in the works. Adventure, because it's a Kronos-controlled/Middle-Ages reversion kind of world. Romance, because this story wouldn't be any good without it (well, it might, but I like romance in stories). Drama, because there are various trials and tribulations ahead as well as Titans being cruel, evil bastards. Spiritual, because everyone needs to have faith...in a certain hybrid hero. M rating. Children, there will be blood. There will be gore. There will be unsavory acts mentioned. You are all forewarned.

Is it wrong that I feel more excited about this story than my other story? Ehh, it's probably nothing.

Wait! Ichigo missed two years in the real world so is it really 17+6= 23? Is that his age? Damn it, I bet the Saiyans and Piccolo never had this problem with their time/space distortion technology. They had 1 day=1 year!

Anyways...

Thanks for reading!