Percy P.O.V.
After introductions(I'm way too lazy to ACTUALLY write such a thing out), the physical education teacher, Karasuma, told me to just relax and watch on the sidelines. Let's just say, there was A LOT of stress in watching them. 50% because some... most were doing it incorrectly! Seriously what are you teaching these kids?The other 50% was because this weird octopus teacher, who apparently destroyed half of the moon, was doing my hair. At this point, I've gone past the point of disbelief, everything makes no sense and that's fine! Yup fine! Insert nervous chuckle here.
I wince as the octopus teacher, I do believe they called him Koro-sensei, pulls my hair. I didn't actually mind it that much. When one your friend's an Aphrodite's kid you get used to other Aphrodite kids playing with your hair. As of right now, I think the teacher, sorry, Koro-sensei is completely braiding my hair. Again, I didn't mind much except for the fact that the whole class kept sneaking glances at me and chuckling. I tended to flare back at them as their physical education time came to an end right as Koro-sensei finished my hair... and nails apparently as well.
"Here, Percy! Do you like it?" Koro-sensei asks skipping a mirror into my manicured hand. Holding it up I have to admit, it doesn't look half bad. The two braids started on either side of my head, makes it around to meet in the middle in the back in another braid.
"I have to admit, it looks pretty good... " I admit handing the mirror back to Koro-sensei, "Here you go! And may I ask what's gonna happen to me?"
"Hm, well, considering you took finding out I'm going to destroy the world of these kids can't assassinate me and all that stuff, I think Karasuma might want you to become a student here!" Koro-sensei explains. I suppose I look stricken and worry filled because Koro-sensei paused to look behind him asking me, "Are you alright?" I nod.
"It's just that... whenever I go to school... bad things happen. Our bus is shot, the class takes a swim in the shark tank, or a teacher mysteriously disappears and none of the students remember them- ! ! !" I try to explain before stopping in surprise as suddenly we're flying up. Pretty sure I'm stiff as a board, and just as tense. Then, we're falling toward the classroom. I'm 111% sure I'm screaming as we barrel towards the ground at unbelievable speeds. Almost as bad as riding Arion except for the fact that this, this is flying. In the air. Nothing, and I repeat, NOTHING good ever comes out of me being in the air. Koro-sensei seems to see my panic and surrounds me in yellow tentacles as we sweep through the doors and land in a classroom. The whole class is chatting and/or somewhat sitting around their respective desks but that stops once Koro-sensei appears holding a dizzy and still petrified Percy Jackson. Although, only a few seconds later I recover taking a good look around at the students then to the teacher right behind me and the couple next to him. One is Karasuma and the other, I don't know.
"Who are you?" I ask the adults in the room. The whole room lapses into silence waiting for their answer. Karasuma speaks first.
"I'm Karasuma from Japan's Ministry of Defense." Karasuma explains. So. ... Japan, eh?
"And I'm Irina Jelavic." The blonde lady introduces.
"But she is commonly called Bitch-sensei, just so you know!" calls Rio making the class snicker and chuckle.
"Yeah, Bitch-sensei! Bitch-sensei! Ha, Bitch-Sensei!" The students all call. I watch as she gets more and more ticked off.
"You little!" She tells before regaining her composure and satisfying herself by glaring at the students which, from the looks of it, has no affect whatsoever.
"And I'm known by my students as, Koro-sensei! I destroyed half of the moon and will soon do so to the earth as well unless they can stop me by assassinating me! Sound fun?" Koro-sensei explains then asks. I shrug.
"I guess? I mean... what's the year?" I ask.
"Um, 20XX? Why?" A boy says, I believe his name is Hiroto.
"I see... this is... annoying to say the least..." I mutter rubbing my head as I feel a headache coming. All this thinking and focusing was driving me nuts! I needed to fight or sleep or do SOMETHING! So I begin to jog in place while humming a random unidentifiable tune.
"Young man, may we get your name?" Katakana asks. I focus back in then nod.
"Right, I can't believe I forgot to introduce myself! I'm such a seaweed brain. Hi, I'm Perseus Jackson, but seriously... " My gazes darkens as I say, "don't call me that," and then my expressions lightens again, "call me Percy, if you don't mind!"
"Ritsu?" A girl in the back named Sumire Hara asks a... black box? Then, suddenly a girl appears in the front scaring me so much I visibly jump and shift my hand to my pocket. Then the girl on the black box's screen starts talking.
"I've scoured all the files and records for any with the name Perceus Jackson. And so far... I've found none. Natta. Even after hacking into the government system, I can't find a single thing that Perceus Jackson ever existed... " Ritsu explains to the teachers and students. Suddenly all eyes are on me.
"Okay, first of all... it's P-E-R-C-Y not Perceus, PERCY. Second of all, I haven't." I explain. Evidently they don't get it as they stare at me in confusion , "Haven't existed." That bad attempt at an explanation leaves me with only more blank stares. Staring at me. Blankly.
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I'm getting bored.
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This silence is kinda getting awkward now.
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Okay, somebody PLEASE talk!
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"So how are you here if you don't exist?" that red-headed Karma boy asks as I shed tears of relief at that silence being over.
"What I mean is, I haven't existed here yet. Because I'm not for around here. I'm from a another dimension... or something." I explain. And with that, I think I broke them.
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