A/N: Hi. If you don't know, i'm NicoDiAngelo32. Apparently, if you haven't noticed yet, I am a HUGE Nico Di Angelo fan. So I have decided to write a Pernico/Percico fanfic! Don't like don't read please. It's my first time writing in a gay boy's perspective. Thank you! Read on!

Nico's Point of View

'You're basically trying to get yourself killed, idiot.' I scolded myself. The hazy, orange, pinkish sunset was flaming up the sky and a piercing beam hit me in the eye. Raising my arm to my forehead, I squinted. There was a hint of dark clouds and I felt something worry at the back of my mind. Usually, with a bunch of the Big Three's children around, storms didn't pop up for no reason. It looked like there was a thunderstorm coming in. I needed to get moving. I didn't exactly have the time, but I knew that it was almost past 5:00. I flicked a skinny branch into the already blazing fire. The embers glowed a crimson color as the dank smoke rose slowly in the air. That was like a flare to the monsters to come and devour me. I smiled a bitter smile. It was getting dark soon. I would have to move.

I was sitting directly at the edge of Camp Half Blood's border, about 2 miles where Thalia's tree grew. I could see the glint of gold flash on the tree and Peleus shrouding it. Rolling my neck, trying to get rid of the cramp, I shed my jacket. The thick aviator jacket that I had forever was a bit dusty and smelled like...well, the smell of death. Mix in some fear. Throw some betrayal in. Sprinkle your favorite type of hate and you got the smell of Hades Psycho Kid Version 2.0.. Shaking my head from my absent minded thoughts, I kick dirt onto the fire.

My skinny white arms were covered with scars circled around my shoulders. 'Why are you even here?' I snarled to myself. Yeah, I was totally sane, whispering nonsense to myself. I knew the answer to the question. I was here because of Percy Jackson. Always for Percy Jackson.

Flashback: It was dark. Unearthly dark. It was in the dead of the night, and I had just shadow traveled across half the world. I stumbled into a bush, and windmilled my arms in order to keep my balance. Gaining my control, I flicked my hoodie over my head and thanked the gods I was wearing all black. I didn't want to be found, but if I did, good things wouldn't come out. Nothing good came out of what I did. I stood at the entrance of my old school, the school that Percy had rescued me from. I remembered when I was the naive, little, boy that loved stupid card games. I wanted to go back. I'd rather be a oblivious brat then a sick, vengeful man. Percy. That idiot. He had let my sister die. Her life was another that he threw away, just like every other monster that he slayed. I twisted my hands inside my pockets and I felt my face go flat. My brain automatically went blank at the sound of his name.

I always did this. Avoided talking about it to anyone. I couldn't even think over my feelings to myself. The man that I despised so much was a caring, loyal, bastard. I hated every part of him. I could slowly feel my insides curl up and I mentally scolded myself. I rubbed my eyes. I was tired. I needed rest. I came to this school to get a decent place to sleep. I lowered my hand to my side but then yanked it back, hissing. My hand burned. My eyes darted to my Stygian sword, the obsidian stone glittering.

Shaking my head at my foolishness, I glanced around. I needed to focus. I was the son of Hades, not some pubescent teenager with the attention span of 2 seconds. I was contemplating how to break in when an image shimmered in front of me. I quickly drew my blade and cursed. 'These monsters aren't ever going to give me a break, are they?' I backed up and felt my body twist up in a natural defensive position. The mirage glittered and cleared out. Almost like a T.V, it was staticky for a second, and then cleared out. To my surprise, I looked at the aged face of Chiron the Centaur. His faced seemed graver, serious, with no trace of a smile.

"Nico. How long has it been since I have seen you?" I calculated. What? 7 months? 8? I raised a brow and sneered back, "Isn't it sort of late for polite greetings, Chiron? What do you want from me?" I felt bad, actually, for yelling at him, but I wasn't intent on making idle chatter. I was cranky and I could feel the weariness of shadow travel creeping up on me. I needed a place to crash.

"Nico, I know you didn't leave off on good terms with Camp Half Blood bu-" I interrupted him with a guttural snarl. He wanted to drag me back to that hell hole. I wanted to laugh. Such irony, that I belonged more with the dead than with the living. I wasn't their kind. I wasn't a NORMAL demigod. I felt the insane side light up. I was an outcast in a group of outcasts. If I was the son of Apollo, it wouldn't be like this. I would be popular, liked. If I was the son of Demeter, or any other god, it wouldn't be like this. Besides Hades himself, I was alone in this wretched world.

"Chiron, in case you haven't noticed, I just can't creep in, make some friends, grab some fries, and leave. I'm the Son of Hades. Hades. I'm sorry. You don't know what it's like, and you'll never know what it's like. I'm not going to try to explain it to you. And for the last time, leave me alone. I don't want to join your fun summer camp. Leave that to the heroes." I let my voice stay flat. No matter how many times I had been rejected, it still burned like hell in my gut.

Those 'Woah, what's up with that emo kid?' looks. Yeah, to all out there who thought I wouldn't notice? Real smooth acting there. I could basically read the minds of these basic people. The Greeks hadn't accepted me. The Romans hadn't accepted me. My own father wouldn't accept me. I wished that I was dead, so I could just meet with Bianca. She was the only one who understood me. She died to save the world, but I was going to make up for it.

"Nico! Please erase all your irrational hate towards us and listen!" I wanted to simply state 'No.' but I knew that I was being childish. "Chiron. If it's about me join your sun and smiles camp, i'm not up for it. You have a limited time to talk. And then I won't listen anymore. And don't Iris message me whenever you want. It's getting on my nerves." I knew it was disrespectful to talk to an elder leader, but I was the freaking son of Hades. It was about time I got some respect. I was sick of being a spawn of the Big Three, but actually being treated like I was the age of three.

"Nico, if you haven't noticed...there's something wrong with Percy." My pulse picked up and my heart dropped. Wrong? As in...died? Demigods never lived long. But this was Percy Jackson. All hail Percy-I Can- Survive-Pretty-Much-Any-Crap-Jackson. I snapped back to attention. "Something is wrong with Annabeth. She has disappeared from the face of this Earth. She went on a quest, and…." I heard Chiron's voice choke up. "And no one knows of her location. Not even the gods. It has been almost 5 months and we don't have one lead on her. We're not sure if she's alive or…" I could hear how much trouble he had finishing the last part.

"-or dead." I finished. Chiron nodded and I could hear the crackling of fire behind him. I sat down on the soft soil. The Iris message was going to run out soon anyway. "So what is my part in this? I'm not your personal Hellhound. I can't just magically sniff her out. I'm not your personal butler either. Ask Jason. Or Piper. Or Frank. Not me." Chiron's weary eyes seemed to droop further. "Nico, dear child, have you been aware of the storms?" I nodded. My skeleton servant had came to me a few days ago, announcing something about a mass storm. I figured it was just Poseidon and Zeus bickering about something stupid again. "Rachel has received a short sight on you. She said something about you healing the gap between the riffs. All these storms are because of Percy. He might even cause hurricanes and mass tsunamis if he doesn't stop grieving."

Chiron paused to feed another drachma to the call and the screen flickered. "I don't know what to do. At Camp Half Blood, it is raining constantly. I think that he knows that she may not be...coming back. He is going to cause some real damage soon to the other campers, and himself if he doesn't stop. He hasn't eaten in almost 3 days. His cabin door is locked and he will not open the door to anyone. I'm not sure if he's done anything else but sit there, staring out at his window. I don't know if he has been sleeping. He's going to drain himself completely at this rate." I winced. No eating? No sleeping? No interacting? That sounded like me when Bianca died. I remembered the nightmares that would wake me up, screaming.

"Yeah, so when do I come in the big picture?" Chiron paused.

"Rachel thinks that you might be able to...help Percy. Apparently, you will heal his wounds." I felt a million useless complaints bubble up in my throat. A strangled laugh spilled out. "What am I supposed to do? Talk to him about my dark times? Teach him how to be creepy? Yeah. Right. Go and tell Rachel that her prophecies suck. I'm not Annabeth's replacement. For gods fuc-" Chiron gave me a look. "-freaking sake. This doesn't even look like I can help!" I stood up, angry. Chiron looked panicked. "Nico! Please! I beg of you! We beg of you. For the sake of Annabeth. For the sake of Percy. For the sake of the camp. Come, before Percy brings destruction to himself and the Camp. Try. If it doesn't work, then you can leave. Please. Come tomorrow." I shook my head.

I really wanted to punch the Iris Message. Did Chiron really think that he could guilt me into listening to some flimsy prophecy? I didn't care if they were in danger. They were half bloods. They literally could control elements of the Earth. They had special talents. Demigods were in danger all the time. This was no different.

I felt the urge tugging in my lungs. I was itching to shadow travel somewhere else. I scratched my hair warily. I've seen the destruction that Percy could do when depressed. His hair raising power could destroy hundreds, even without meaning too. I spat on the ground. I shrugged and mumbled, "Whatever. Tomorrow. I'm going to stay for an hour. If it doesn't look like it's going to work, i'm leaving." I didn't want to stay with the guy that...ruined my life. I didn't want to be with the guy that I hated. I didn't want to be screwed up around a guy that I possibly wanted to kill.

I remembered what happened a few months ago with Jason. Mr. Superman was there when I had confessed my feelings to Eros. I huffed. My stupid, irrational, feelings. I was so stupid when I was a kid. 'I don't love Percy anymore.' I thought to myself as the Iris Message blinked out. 'I think.'

Flashback end

I shook my head. I wanted to throw my head up and yell, "Damn you, Percy Jackson!" but I would attract even more monsters. I ran my hand through my sleek black hair. I needed a haircut. And fresh clothes. And a shower. I sniffed myself. I smelled like too many happy meals, Mrs. O'Leary, and the Underground. The sky had grown a deep indigo, almost a dark blue. The clouds were heavy gray strokes in the sky and the bitter air was snapping at my build. I had grown over the past years. I wasn't that scrawny, lanky, kid anymore. My hair had grown out. My shoulders were broader. My muscles were more toned. I actually had a fit build, not a sickly one. Right now wasn't the time to be considering my looks. Leave that to the Aphrodite kids.

It was time to storm Camp Half Blood, kick Percy Jackson's stupid ass, and then possibly grab some fries. I smiled.

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"Get off of me! I swear to the Gods, Clarisse, get your freakin' hands off of me! Don't touch me-" I saw Percy Jackson at his worst state. Annabeth had survived more than 6 months without this guy, and he was suffering at 5 months. I was in the shadows of Camp Half Blood. Chiron looked almost the same when he Messaged me 2 days ago. The entire camp looked the same. Tired faces, droopy eyes, depressed frowns. 'Damn… I look better than these guys and i'm the son of Hades.' I mused to myself. I glanced at Percy and I reared back. He looked like an animal. His shaggy black hair had grown to be messy and unbearably long. He had dark bags under his eyes, almost like bruises. His shirt was tattered and crumpled. His skin looked waxy and pale, his sun kissed skin missing. Clarisse was behind Percy, holding his wrists together behind him. She didn't look gleeful, or victorious. She looked tired, like she had to do this everyday.

They were all gathered together and no one was moving, messing around. I blended into the shadows and stealthily shadow traveled ten feet away, appearing close enough to see Percy better. The cold, black air whooshed past me like always. Shadow traveling was awesome. Chiron spoke. "Camp! We all know why we are here today. Our beloved camper, Annabeth Chase has been missing. We have no clue on where she is, and it seems like she has disappeared. Percy here is grieving. We all are." Dionysus snorted. He mumbled something that sounded like, 'Yeah right….all of us...grieving…'. "Percy has lost a touch on life." Chiron continued. I glanced over to Percy. He didn't seem to notice any of the words. His eyes were glazed over and they seemed empty. "We are trying to locate her with no avail. But there has been a prophecy." I smiled coldly.

This was my part. I coiled my muscles. I was standing on a tree, towering above others. I jumped up, the air whistling in my ears. I landed on the soil with an inaudible 'thump'. Everyone scrambled and gasped. It was the most action I had seen out of them the whole entire night. Twirling my sword, I leisurely strolled to Chiron. I turned to the campers and raised my voice. It came out deep and mature. "A prophecy about me. I will handle Percy Jackson. Do not interfere with me." I mustered a cheerful smile. "And if this doesn't work, then you are all doomed." Most of them gasped and Chiron looked troubled. Clarisse had let go of Percy already, and he didn't seem to want to move. Grover clopped up to Percy and gently said, "Come on Perce. Let's get you back to your cabin." Percy reared back like a dog who got attacked.

Grover looked so sad, that I almost felt a twinge of pity. Slowly, the crowd dispersed. "So, Rico Denardo...you're finally the big shot of the prophecy, huh? Uncle Hades must be so proud." Dionysus said wickedly. He cackled and waved his Sports Illustrator. I growled. "It's Nico Di Angelo, you piece of-" Chiron shot me a glare. "-sir. " I had forgotten this guy was related to me, in a way. Rolling my eyes I talked over my shoulder. "Which cabin is empty? I'll bunk there. Also, I need a shower and some food." Chiron smiled warily. "We have built a cabin for you. It's small, but I think you'll like it. And, give us your clothes, we'll wash them for you, You smell like….Mrs. O'Leary."

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Tossing my jacket onto the small cot, I did a quick glance around the room. I couldn't exactly see all that well in the dark, so I fumbled for a switch on the wall. Meeting one, I flicked it on. It looked like… a son of Hades' room. The room seemed to be split in half. One half was adorn with pictures and seemed messy, like an actual person lived here. The right side was completely bare. I crept to the other side and stared down the Hello Kitty pajamas. I squinted at the pictures. My skinny white arm snatched the picture off the wall. It was a small girl with mocha skin, her arms around a bulky Asian man. Her golden eyes were glowing and her curls were haphazardly strewn everywhere.

I smiled. This was Hazel's side of the room. My half sister was the only one that understood me and was probably the only one that I care about. I snorted. Did Chiron actually expect me to decorate the room, like a girl? Shaking my head, I slinked across the room. I stared at the set of shorts and an extra large Camp Half Blood shirt. I felt the stress catching up to me. 'God damn, don't they have any decent clothes? Like anything but this shirt?' I tore off my shirt and jeans and was left in my boxers. I felt my face flush as I stared at my Pokemon boxers. I flipped the light switch off and I quickly crawled under the covers. Tomorrow, I would have to help Percy. Tomorrow was my basically my doom. 'Help Percy, my ass… i'm not going to be able to do anything to save him.'

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'Stop staring at me, stop staring at me, stop staring at me...' I muttered to myself. I was in my standard, basic, black ensemble and the whole world seemed interested in Nico Di Angelo. I rubbed my arms and felt the rough scars under my hands. I shook out my hair and strolled quickly to Chiron's table. I saw his centaur half shift nervously. I rubbed my skull ring. I felt several eyes warily watch me from a distance. "Chiron. I'm starving. I'm getting breakfast, taking a shower, and i'm going to try Percy. If he doesn't get better, i'm leaving." Chiron nodded. "Nico. I cannot thank you. I don't think a prophecy has ever been wrong. Calm Percy down. In the mean time, we'll try to find Annabeth. I'm afraid that she might be...gone." I shrugged. "Not my problem. You do the finding, I do the rest of the worthless stuff."

I whisked away, but then hesitated, not knowing where to sit. Ares? Yeah, right, they would beat the crap out of me. Athena? Yeah, i'm good. I didn't want to die of over-knowledge. Zeus? I laughed. Yeah, he would zap me in under 15 seconds. Chiron's blazing gaze caught my attention. He stroke he short beard. He tilted my head at the small table a few feet away. No one was sitting there.

I shrugged. Sliding into the cold bench, I felt a sense of isolation. Alone at everything. I wanted a table with a living organism. I was tired of having skeletons and Persephone as my company. A satyr came up hesitantly to me and gave me a tentative. I stared. I have never seen him before. He wrung the edge of his "Save the Earth!" shirt and slid me a plate and a goblet. I muttered a thanks and he galloped away nervously. My pale thin fingers flickered over the goblet. I closed my eyes and thought, 'Sprite'. i was craving it for so long. A hiss of bubbles caught my attention and I opened my eyes. The top of the foamy drink was frothing and I drank. I glanced at the plate, and found it was filled with eggs, bacon, and toast. Normal person's breakfast. I smirked. Yeah, and i was totally normal. I was about to dig in when a hand slid up in front of my vision. I growled. I thought I told these happy campers to not interfere with me. I slowly looked up and put on a glowering look.

Radiant green orbs met mines. Percy Jackson stared at me.

"Nico? What are you doing here?!"

'Oh, crap.'

A/N: This is my first Percy Jackson fanfiction. Sorry for any grammar mistakes. :) I will probably update in 1 week or so. Depends on how much my teachers plan to kill me. Thank you for reading my fanfiction! Read on! ~NicoDiAngelo32