Bandages and Salt (PJO X BSD AU)

Chapter forty-seven

Dazai POV

Hours passed as the wounded were tended to and the bodies of the fallen demigods were taken away by the three fates to be delivered back to Camp Half-Blood for a proper funeral. The throne room was cleaned and restored to the way that it had been when I was only twelve years old and barely believed that the gods were real even as they sat before deciding whether or not they should kill me where I stood.

As the demigods slowly made their way up the elevator during the time that passed, the gods took the time to speak with their children, each of them looking genuinely pleased to find that those of the demigods that had survived the war were still alive. The only one that still seemed to have a parental bone in their body was Hades, but the gods were making an effort for once and that was enough for the moment.

Though I made sure that we stayed far away from the gods, for fear of what they would do to Chuuya, as he was the vessel a foreign deity standing in the hall of a completely different mythology altogether, it didn't take long for one of the gods to seek us out.

We were standing about as far away from the reunions as we could put ourselves without being so far away that it would be obvious as to our intentions. Chuuya was restlessly playing with a small piece of rubble that he'd found, tossing it up into the air and letting go of his hood on its gravity at increasing heights as I messed with the pen that had returned to my pocket not long after the fates had taken away Luke's body.

"I think I'm going to sleep for a year after this," the other boy whined, obvious exhaustion lacing his eyes, dulling the bright blue into something just darker than its normal hue.

"Aww, is Chibi tired?" I teased, leaning forwards and brushing the tips of my fingers against the exposed skin of his arm, causing the pebble that he'd been playing with to come crashing down and fall on the older boy's head.

"You mental case!" He exclaimed, swinging his leg in motion just noticeably slower than normal that I was able to easily dodge. "To think that I fought in a war for you, you bastard!"

"Of course you did," I shot back, looking down at the other teen and finding none of the anger that he was showing through his actions in his eyes. "You're my dog for life."

"Why you!"

"Am I interrupting something?" A new voice asked, sounding polity amused if anything.

The slug and I stopped moving and turned to meet the interloper. Sea green eyes met those identical to them, though if you were to look closely enough at mine you would see that the right one was still a little hazy from the damage done by the infection. The man before us looked better now than the last time that I'd seen him, still worn around the edges, but the color had come back to his hair and age had largely lost its previous effect.

I wanted to tell that god that yes, he was, something that the deity obviously had to have known he was doing when he asked the question, but I didn't. Chuuya was still at my side, and I positioned myself in front of the older teen just a little bit, hiding him from the complete view of the sea god. I was already walking on thin ice after my last two encounters with the Olympian.

"Of course not, Father," I said instead, a false smile pushing itself onto my lips. I felt my back rustle slightly from where it was pressed up against Chuuya and I knew the other boy found my respectful tone more than amusing.

"I wanted to say that you did well, my son," the god said, his voice taking on a noticeably regal tone that I'd never heard him use before. "Enough so that my siblings and I have agreed to overlook the... thing that you brought in here." The god's eyes flicked quickly to where Chuuya was half hidden behind me, the disdain in them clearer than anything else could ever hope to be.