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Prologue

Bianca di Angelo tugged her cap down as she walked through the crowded halls of the school, hoping to blend in as she searched for her best friend and brother. Plenty of students were generally going crazy, doing all sorts of stupid things that they had apparently been holding back for a good chunk of the year.

Most of the boys were playing soccer with the balloons and strangling themselves with the crepe-paper streamers taped to the walls. Girls moved around in groups, like they tended to do usually, assaulting any unlucky boys who happened to be in their way and painting their faces with all sorts of make-up and creams. A few others were standing around awkwardly, most likely too used to the strict military lifestyle that Westover Hall was famous for to know what to do with themselves when said strictness was lessened.

But, no matter how hard she searched, she couldn't find the two people she was looking for. Even as she doubled back, hoping that she had maybe missed them again, the little voice in her head sneered at her thoughts.

After another unsuccessful trip round the gym, Bianca's shoulders drooped as she stopped right in the middle of the room. She really, really didn't want to go see that girl, but she had no choice now, did she? It was either going to that person and finding out where her brother and friend were, or stumbling around like an idiot and worrying herself to death. No real contest.

Sucking in a breath, she marched through the crowd with urgent steps, maneuvering her way through the cluster of bodies expertly. A couple of people cried out as she bumped into them, but she was already out of their sight before they could recover. A handy trick that her best friend had taught her at the start of the year, one she had taken to using whenever she wanted to avoid talking to people.

There, leaning against the walls and surrounded by her usual gaggle of cronies, was perhaps the only person Bianca could truly dislike: Laura Baitey. The most popular girl in their year, also the hottest according to the recent poll results, Laura was everything Bianca didn't like or want to be; filthy rich, somewhat arrogant, and promiscuous. Her luxurious red hair drew boys towards her, and her pretty green eyes left them stumbling over their tongues when she approached them.

Being a senior, her body was much more curvaceous and alluring than anyone else Bianca had seen, even on par with some of their recent teachers. Several rumors about her sexual prowess spread through the grapevine, and

Really, if only Naruto didn't think with his other head so much…

Marching right up to her, desperately holding back the impulse to just take the other way and avoid this, she cleared her throat as loudly as she could. When Laura glanced at her, she immediately looked disgruntled. "Well, well, if it isn't little miss 'White Angel'."

Bianca swallowed her nervousness and pushed forward. "Where's Naruto?" If she could find Naruto, she'd find Nico as well. It was one of those odd things that kept them together, something she was increasingly grateful for.

Immediately, Laura inexplicably brightened up, a pleased smile flaring briefly on her face. Bianca could hazard a guess as to what she was imagining, but she was in too much of a hurry to feel queasy about it. "Oh, and what d'you need him for?"

One of her friends giggled loudly, which made Bianca feel even more uncomfortable with this. "Look, I just need to talk to him and you're the last person to see him," she said, trying to keep her hands to themselves. She was not in a hurry to get picked on.

Laura hummed in thought, eyeing Bianca from head to toe. After a moment, she seemed to come to a decision and shrugged. "Last I saw him, he was heading towards the labs with that Grover guy and your brother."

Rather than question why she was being rather forthcoming with her answers, Bianca nodded and turned to leave. A hand clamped round her arm, halting her in place. "Not so fast, little girl." Laura thrust something into her arms, a little package that felt off. "Let Naruto have that, and don't you dare try and hide it." She hissed.

Nodding as fast as she could, Bianca stumbled as she was shoved rather heavily away from them. As she sped away from them, trying to calm her increased heartbeat, she didn't notice the strange punk girl who was keeping an eye on her.

Rounding a corner, she bumped hard into someone. Stumbling from the rather hard body, she glanced up to see the Vice Principal, Dr. Thorn, looking down at her with an odd look. As crazy as it sounded, he really did look like he was going to eat her for breakfast or something.

"D-Dr. Thorn!" She squeaked.

"Miss di Angelo," his accented voice was like slimy ooze, absolutely dripping with anticipation, "just the demigod I was looking for."

"Come on, Naruto! One more round, please!"

He laughed at the whine, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "No way, brat. I've had enough of Mythomagic for today, so let's just go find your sister. I bet she's really worried about you." Rising from the crouch he was in, he brushed the dust off his black pants and helped the little boy he was with to his feet.

"Okay, I guess we should go see Bianca." The boy was undoubtedly Bianca's brother; they had the same olive tone that spoke of their foreign roots. They also shared the same eyes, dark and glinting with a light that could be described as madness or genius. He carried a deck of cards in his hands, which he began shuffling as they walked towards the gym.

Naruto's lips twitched when he thought of Nico's big sister. She was a really cute kid, always so shy and awkward around people. Even though she was a freshman and him a senior, he had managed to strike a conversation with her during one of their breaks. She had been very quiet, and prone to giving one-word answers but he found his interest piqued.

The rest, as they say, was history.

Entering the gym, his eyes narrowed as he caught sight of two strangers dancing near the center of the room. He was certain that they had never attended Westover at all, and the dance was strictly for students only. The only way they could've snuck in was if they were impersonating students…

…or they were demigods.

"Have you seen Bianca yet, Naruto?"

That would make sense. Everyone they saw, everyone they bumped into, all acted like they had been going to the same classes together. Sure, there were a number of people who were unfamiliar with them, but there was a general 'understanding' that those strangers were Westover students.

"Naruto?"

Wait a minute. Where was Thorn?

Naruto gave the boy with the celestial steel weapon a very deadpan look. Not only had the idiot gotten himself and the di Angelo siblings captured, especially with Grover's insistent proclamations that he wouldn't mess up, but he had been poisoned in the shoulder by one of the manticore's thorns.

"Naruto! What are you doing?! Run!"

He found it rather cute that she was this worked up over him. Hmm…

"You insolent little…" Thorn growled, his claws digging into the earth as he assumed his true form. Naruto watched impassively as the manticore turned to face him, his leathery tail cocked and ready to fire at him.

"Your mother clearly lied to you. I'll have you know that my sword is most definitely NOT 'little'." He sniffed.

The volley of thorns that flew at him were easily swatted away. As he arched a brow, Thorn froze in surprise.

And so, as Ōtsutsuki Naruto stalked towards the newest monster of the week, he lamented the fact that he'd have to leave Westover Hall.

Bitchy as she was, Laura definitely knew how to please a man.

A/N: Okay, this is ridiculous. I'm currently locked in this absolutely infuriating case of writer's block, so I decided to try making a new story. You know, try and get the creative juices flowing. You have no idea how fucking hard this chapter fought me…and it's only the PROLOGUE! (Thankfully, I've managed to iron out most of the plot and the challenge comes from actually writing the damn thing)

You can probably guess Naruto's Olympian parent from the prologue, but I doubt any of you (except for Kyoka Suigetsu-senpai) can guess how the hell he came into being.

Life seems to be kicking me in the balls lately, so I don't think I'll be able to fully complete any chapter until January. If I happen to do so, be happy. If I don't…well, I warned ya didn't I?

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