So, I've decided to write a story after a 2-3 year-long break from writing.
I suddenly had a bout of inspiration and the urge to write this, so, here I am.

Summary (current one): Naruto was as a child always mistreated for something he had no control over. But when one fateful night he meets a stranger who was almost ancient, did his world start to turn upside down. Crazy gods, monsters intent on killing him and love? what is this place he was sent to after years of training. One thing he knew for sure though, nothing is ever normal in his life.

Pairings: are currently undecided, but it will most likely be yaoi. (suggestions for a pairing will always be looked at, thank you)

Warnings: Yaoi meaning: Male/male, swearing, violence, OOC, craziness, this is unbeta-ed.

Rating may go up!

For the people who are going to flame me for writing a yaoi-story, there's an exit button. Don't read it if you don't like yaoi, it's your own choice. But don't go spitting bull over reviews or private messages, 'cause I warned you. I will say it again if it still hasn't sunk into your thick skull that this is going to be a Yaoi.
criticism is appreciated, but flames will be used to barbeque my steak 'Yum'.

disclaimer: I own neither Naruto nor Percy Jackson and the Olympians. They belong to their rightful owners.

Prologue:

A fateful night

It was a chilly night in the village of Konoha. Dark thunderclouds could be seen gathering in the night sky, obscuring the moon and the stars from letting their light illuminate the dark streets.
Civilians were hurrying on their way, trying to escape the cold, but still humid air, to their warm and cozy homes.

Shinobi could be seen jumping on the roofs either on their way homes to go to sleep or patrolling the village for the night, keeping an eye out to intruders or any other suspicious looking individuals.

In the red light district, an area in Konoha which is known for its prostitution and strip clubs, the more 'darker' part of the village, lives a small child. His mop of spiky sunny blond hair, standing in every which way, is dirtied and probably not washed in over a week. The clothes he wears are baggy and oversized for his small and lithe body, being smaller than the average length of his age group. The black shirt dropping over one of his shoulders, coming way past his buttocks, was ripped in some parts. the once grey khaki pants, now brown from the mud, were being held up by a piece of rope around his midsection. On his feet were a pair of ninja sandals, a gift from the old man for his fifth birthday.

The boy had a natural tan to his skin, which was now smudged with mud and dirt from sleeping on the ground. His cherub face still held a little baby fat, but what was most peculiar were the whisker-like birthmarks on his cheeks. 3 thin lines stood horizontally on each cheek, six in total, giving him the look of a fox. But what was the most eye-catching were his eyes. Two sapphire blue hues, having a twinkling, childish innocence to them. Captivating you to keep looking at them, forgetting about all the bad things happening in the world. But if you looked closely enough, you could see that those eyes had seen many things. Things no child, no, things no human being should've seen. But there was also something dark in them. Hate, pure and utter hate.

Who is this child? You may wonder.
His name is Uzumaki Naruto.

He was infamously known in the village, with his looks, he could easily have been a foreigner.
But that was not the reason for being so well-known, and not in a good light at that.
He is the container to the Nine-Tailed fox demon, the Kyuubi no Kitsune.

On the night Naruto was born, the Kyuubi attacked the village. Many lives were lost and many more tried in vain to stop the beast from destroying their home. Eventually their current hokage at that moment, the Yondaime, managed to seal the beast into an infant boy and save the village at the cost of his own life and damning the boy to a life full of spite and hate.

Naruto was cold, the few clothes he had barely keeping him warm. He rubbed his arms trying to create some warmth in them. And it worked, if only a little. Walking through the dark streets, illuminated by the few lamps and lights from the buildings was on his way 'home', if you could call it that.

A little over a month ago he was kicked out of the orphanage, right after the old man visited him for his birthday, like he did every year. His 'caretaker', a woman in her mid-forties, shoved him out of the door right after the old man left. The door shut in his face, he was left with nothing but the current clothes he had put on that day. He wishes his Ojii-san would come back soon.

The old man is actually the current hokage of the village. An aging old man who had long since retired, but had to get back to his position after the Yondaime died that one fateful night.

His ojii-san, as Naruto had kindly dubbed him, was probably the only person in the village who was nice to him. Though Naruto knew the old man held something from him, something big, he could see it in his eyes. Every time he would ask him why the villagers were so cruel towards him, the old man would smile sadly and say he didn't know. But he knew better. Naruto wasn't as stupid as one would think. He isn't an idiot. He hears the whispers, the cruel names. He sees the looks he gets, while he has done nothing wrong. But he'd let them slide, not wanting to provoke the people to hurt him.

His new home is in an alleyway, next to some dumpsters, away from the eyes of the people.
Naruto would scavenge his food, treasuring everything he would find. If he was really hungry and there was no food found, he would try to steal some bread. Most of the time this would end up in failure, and him getting a beating, but after a while he learned himself to stay started to drizzle. Looking up at the sky Naruto saw it was almost pitch black. He started running.
Not wanting to walk the streets late in the night, he took off in a sprint.

Naruto was fast for a child and had large amounts of stamina. He could run for hours and only be a little winded, having to have run from the occasional villager, who decided to get violent.

His steps echoing along the stone pavement, he was knocked over once he was hit in the head by something hard, a stone.

"Oof" Naruto exhaled the air in his lungs as he landed on the ground, face first. Quickly getting up he looked where he had run from to see two men stumbling out of a bar.
They were drunk, that much was obvious to the blond child.

"We're going to have some fun, Demon!" one of the drunkards slurred, stepping forward with a kunai in his hand. 'Shit.' Was the only thought running through Narutos head. They were ninjas. Even if they were drunk, the man were obviously stronger.

He had to outsmart them.

Quickly turning around he took off at full sprint, turning sharp corners, trying to lose his pursuers. The men, seeing the 'demon' escaping took off after him, trying their best in their alcohol-clouded minds to not stumble about.

Naruto took another turn, but cursed soon after he saw it was a dead-end. Turning around to take off again, he stilled once he saw his pursuers at the exit of the alley, closing the distance between them.

The 'leader' stepped forward, laughing all the while at his unfortunate predicament. "Well, well, well, what do we have 'ere? A demon brat. Not so tough now, ain't* we?" the guy mocked, walking closer to the quivering blond. He was the bulkiest out of the four. He wore standard ninja clothes, all black with a green chuunin-jacket as the only other color. A kunai pouch on his left hip, indicating the man is left-handed. The man had short-cropped brown hair, looking greasy in the darkness. Scars could be seen on his face, making the scowl on his face look even more frightening. He was probably all muscle and no brains.

A lightning flash could be seen overhead, followed by a loud thunderclap.
It has started to pour, the rain soaking his clothes as Naruto started to back up, trying to create some space in-between himself and his would-be attackers. Blue eyes darted around in a frenzy, trying in vain to find some sort of escape route. Nothing.

Still walking backwards he suddenly felt the cold wet stone wall hitting his back, rendering him from walking any further. "P-Please! I-I didn't do anything!" he whimpered slightly, hoping they would leave him alone. He knew it was futile.

The men started laughing. "You! Innocent?! Don't make me laugh demon!" a man on the left side spat. The man was lanky. A tall frame, easily 6.6 feet tall, though he wasn't overly muscular, his tall frame easily towered over Narutos small body.

"You're going to die here, scum." The leader hissed, spit flying from his mouth as he said the word scum.

The glistening of the kunai the man took a hold of made the blondes eyes widen. They were really going to kill him. The thought ran through his head like a mantra, never ending. Mocking him, scaring him.

Lighting flashed overhead, this time closer than before, the loud clap only seconds after the light came.

The leader had the distance between them closed in seconds. Kicking him in the stomach, making him double over coughing for air. The blond had only a second to get his bearings before the next attack came, a punch to his face sending him reeling back, coming to a stop once he hit a wall.

Naruto could feel a warm liquid trickling down his nose, blood dripping on the ground.
Black spots were starting to dance in his vision, the world around him spinning. His head hurt so much he just wanted to curl up on himself.

A hand grabbed at his hair, yanking him up at his blond tresses, ripping some hairs off in the process. Naruto hissed as he tried to kick out at his attacker.

Another man came up and grabbed Naruto by his throat, slamming him in the wall. Feeling his head hit the hard stone bricks, it felt like his skull was splitting open, the load 'crack' probably not coming from the wall.

His throat was being squeezed, cutting off any air from entering his lungs. Clawing at the hand that grabbed him, Naruto felt satisfied hearing the man hissing in pain once his sharp nails dug into his skin.

The hold on his throat loosening enough for him to get in some air, Naruto started to wriggle his way free. Landing in a puddle of water, he started coughing whilst rubbing at his throat to ease some of the pain.

"Let's just finish him off before the Anbu get here!" the lanky man said, looking at the exit of the alleyway, expecting to be caught at any moment.

"N-no, p-please!" it came out as nothing but a scratchy whisper.

Grunting, the bulky man took out his kunai and started to raise it above his head.

Closing his eyes, which were glistening with unshed tears, Naruto shrunk into himself. 'This is it. I'm going to die.' These thoughts were running through Narutos head . Shivering from the cold and the fear he was feeling now, he awaited for the final blow that would end his life. He waited. He waited. And…

Nothing.

There was no sound, no pain, he couldn't even feel the rain dripping on his skin. Was he dead?
Slowly opening his eyes, he peered at the scene in front of him.

Standing, still in the same position with a kunai in his hand, aimed to kill him, the man stood frozen in place. He wasn't moving, not even breathing! Naruto took a closer look around him. It wasn't only the man who was about to make the killing move. His buddy, the tall, lanky guy also stood unmoving in his spot. His mouth hanging slightly open, as if about to say something.
The rain droplets hang in the air.
No wind was blowing.

There was absolute silence. The only sound you could hear was his breathing.

This was not normal.
Was something like this even possible? Naruto didn't think so, but still it is happening to him now.

Did time stop moving? Or was everything else just paused? Put to a momentary stop, only to continue after a while? Was time stopped forever? Damning him to walk the earth alone, no one else but him and his thoughts. 'That would be just my luck.' Naruto thought sarcastically.

Another thing he noticed was he didn't feel any pain anymore. His throat didn't hurt, his stomach and ribs weren't aching and his nose, which was broken, is now healed. The only evidence would be the blood on his face and clothes.

Maybe he was really dead?

He didn't have time to ponder on that thought any longer, winds started to circulate at the exit of the alleyway. Blowing stronger and stronger, colors started to mix in with the winds until the colors started to meld together into black nothingness. The winds continuing to lash around, as something, or rather someone started to step out of the black hole.

The last thing Naruto saw before blacking out was a dark silhouette coming his way.

That's the prologue.
I know it's a slow start, but I don't want to rush it. so you'll have to bear with it for now. :P
Updates will be a little irregular, meaning: I don't know when the next update will be.
Since I'm still in school (my final-year at that) and have to work, I'll have to do with the free time I have.

Thanks for reading and 'till next time!
DP