Percy Jackson: The Cursed Hunter

A/N: In the future, in chapters wherein it's mostly just training/action, I'll include omake-like segments at the end that are part of the story, but just as, like asides from the main story. All of them will just be fluff. Just a head's up because I've been writing a shit ton of these omakes and they won't stop coming to me.

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Yesterday, my teasing had pretty much backfired on me.

Having expected him to squirm, or maybe even run away under that... look of mine (I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of it once more), I had been pleasantly surprised that he had just gone along with the act, leading to a good laugh between us.

Once again, I had felt that feeling. Bubbly, precious, as it had risen up in my chest.

Don't even get me started on the long talk we had afterwards.

It was all just so... magical. Completely different from any... relationship that I had had with anyone beforehand.

I really was a hopeless romantic, no?

Chuckling at the irony behind that statement, I moved to his room in this younger form of mine, wanting to see what interesting things he could bring to me today...

...only to open the door and see him in the middle of slitting his wrists.

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In my defense, I had just been starting my attempts at learning the reverse cursed technique.

I had placated her quickly, telling her that I had been doing it for a reason.

Apparently, hearing that I "had a reason" had been enough for her, wherein afterwards, she had just left me alone again, having probably read my thoughts and seeing that I was training or something.

Thus, I turned back to the task at hand.

'They described it in the show as something like, two negatives make a positive, right?'

But how the fuck was I supposed to understand that?

The idea that two negatives made a positive was an axiom that I and every other human on the planet had accepted as just, fact, but there obviously was a way to prove it if Jujutsu Sorcerers used this idea to master the reverse cursed technique.

'Two negatives making a positive... two negatives making a positive...'

It took me a good 30 minutes before I came to a revelation.

"Why the fuck was I so stuck up on the idea of multiplying two negative numbers in the first place?" I muttered to myself, in silent disbelief.

Disbelief at myself for not realizing it sooner.

'You fucking dummy.'

I had realized that there was no need for that to be the only way for one to realize the reverse cursed technique.

All I had to do was turn the cursed energy I had into positive energy, right?

So, wouldn't I just need to think about times when doing something negative led to a net positive?

I mean, I had done so many things "for the greater good" in my past life.

I just needed to channel the emotions I felt when committing those acts right?

Well, I had to act soon.

Looking at the blood that had now pulled in a puddle that covered the entirety of my bedroom floor, let's just say that if I didn't get this within the next minute or so, I would be joining my blood on the ground.

"Bonald Bump, Bed Booze, Bi Binping, Bamala Barris, Bladimir Butin, Bim Bung Bun."

I had killed all of them for a better world.

'C'mon, c'mon, work already!'

Churning the cursed energy that inhabited my body and then injecting my emotions into it, the energy got lighter and lighter before eventually turning positive.

I immediately channeled the energy to my wrist upon feeling it, watching as the wound closed and my lightheadedness faded as blood was replenished within my body.

Feeling a sense of elation indescribable by words, I flopped back into my bed, my hands held high above my head, in a position of victory.

'Hah! Take that Gojo! Take that you goddamn curses! I'm the true genius here!'

Thus, a true genius who had mastered the reverse cursed technique in under 45 minutes had been born today, and that had been me, hah!

Feeling all giddy about the entire thing, I just basked in the ecstasy of achieving a practically impossible task, before once again sitting up only to be met with the sight of the mess in front of me.

I had forgotten about that.

My stomach dropped, as I thought about having to clean this up.

That was, until I realized that I was currently the roommate of a goddess right now, who, as a goddess, had godly powers that probably included insta-cleaning her domain (which was this mansion that we were staying in), right?

I ended up just walking through the blood with my bare feet and leaving bloody footprints all the way to Aphrodite's room.

Therein, I had taken her back to my room. She had stared for a second at the "mess," gobsmacked, before crying about how her beautiful baby (her mansion) had been defiled and that I would be paying later on for creating such a travesty.

She had made all the blood disappear with a snap of her fingers, and she also cleaned myself and my bed which was covered in blood too with that snap.

She really was such a drama queen, and had huffed at me aggressively(?) before marching back to her room to do who knows what.

I only had one question though after this whole serious of events.

Wasn't blood a really romantic motif in media since... well the beginning of media, so shouldn't she have liked it?

Soon enough though, I realized that the more concerning thing was that I had even thought of that question in the first place, and so I just lost myself in training once more, looking forward to the dinner I would have later in the day.

~~~

A Month Later:

"Are you really Aphrodite, or just a monster that has taken her place?"

Sighing, she shot a death glare at me before urging me to continue.

"You haven't left the house at all! Like, aren't you supposed to be fucking hot mortals and having trysts with Ares all the time?" I stated bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

But apparently, it hadn't been, because she had flinched as soon as I had mentioned her... life at night.

I continued though, truly curious about her reaction.

"I mean, I enjoy the fact that you're always here eating breakfast and dinner with me, but are you really the Aphrodite, like, the Goddess of Love, if you're not slobbering over, stalking, trying to obtain your most current obsession?"

Before those words had ever left my mouth, I knew them to be mistakes, but my curiosity had truly gotten the better of me, and I had thought that it was better to be blunt then to try and skirt around the topic in hopes of getting an answer, as I knew I would never get an answer that way.

She looked hurt though, a lot more hurt than I had expected her to be, and my heart couldn't help but ache, especially since she was still in that 13 year old form of hers right now.

Thus, I quickly moved to salvage the atmosphere. Being with her had, for some reason, taken precedence over my curiosity long ago, without me having noticed.

"Ah, I'm sorry if I was a little blunt, but I was genuinely just truly curious. The... stories (I had never told her, and she had yet to find the source of my future knowledge) I have read have all..." I tried to find a nicer way to say this, and this was the best I could do, "...painted you in a less than stellar light when it came to the opposite sex."

I saw an immediate look of relief pass over her face, for a reason I couldn't yet discern, before she took a deep breath, and decided to answer me to my surprise.

"It just... hasn't felt right. I don't really know myself why... but I just don't want to do it solely for pleasure anymore..."

"..."

A silence descended upon the room, yet it wasn't uncomfortable.

She had been honest, completely honest, I could tell that without even having to use my skills to check.

And, I wasn't dumb or dense enough to see exactly the reason why she was like this.

After all, there had been no change to her life since she stopped her... "nighttime activities" aside from having me as a roommate.

Knowing that, I also realized the deeper implications that came along with it, but I shelved those thoughts as quickly as they had come.

It was too early.

Way too early.

Maybe in a few years, but for now, I was content.

Having someone like her as a person I could confidently say was a friend was something that would have blown the old me away.

Yet, here I was, and I would cherish it.

Cherish it, to make sure that it wouldn't fail anytime soon.

She was currently staring at her right hand which was currently in her lap, whilst fidgeting with the hem of her dress probably.

Knowing her, she was probably still reeling from the implications of the words that she had said aloud, and probably also from the sheer honesty in her voice that she was probably not used to, having surprised herself with her... "confession."

Looking at her other hand, which was still holding onto a fork that had pasta swirled around it, halfway to her mouth, that was currently shaking, I reached across the table and placed my hand on hers, bringing it down beside her plate, as she dropped the fork.

We continued to just silently sit there, my fingers in her palm, as we basked in this atmosphere of comfort, understanding, and acceptance.

Oh...

...how comforting it was.