Death by Sea (Pernico fanfic)

Chapter 22: Fish guts (Nico's POV)

*I've decided liquid eyeliner is gonna be my bitch* *Wow* *Cookie* *Uncalled for* *I know* *Pls don't hate me* *okay, I'll start writing now*

"Ends are not bad things, they just mean that something else is about to begin. And there are many things that don't really end, anyway, they just begin again in a new way. Ends are not bad and many ends aren't really an ending; some things are never-ending."

- C. JoyBell C.

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Childhood is something I never thought I'd experience again in this day and age. I suppose it'd be a beautiful thing, but it's not.

Hell, how would I know?

Hades's blessing was absolute bull shlit.

Notice that? That was one part of the "blessing".

Some explanation:

So when I was reborn, Hades told me he'd bless me, right? Well, have I got some news for both you and me. His "blessing" was literally to start anew. I had memories of what happened before and knew of everything, I could literally go to Camp Half-Blood again. I could try to find Percy again if I wanted. The problem is, I'm in Texas and he's either in New York or California.

Oh yeah, you're also probably thinking, Nico, what the hell man? Aren't you like... oh I don't know, three minutes old?

Here's part of the blessing. I am a teenager. I am exactly my same age. I look the same with some...

Changes.

I need glasses and I can't wear black. It's part of the blessing/curse. I hate this because I wanted Percy to just... move on. It hurts like hell, but it's what's best for him. Lately I've been sticking to tie dye shirts and black jeans. Hades wasn't that cruel. He also allows black suits. How do I know? I tried it.

Let's see, what else is part of this fricking curse?

I can't swear. I cannot physically swear. I can think as many swear words I want, but it never comes out like I want it to. It either is frick, frack, shlit, crap, or dam. Thank gods dam sounds like damn.

Lately I've been drinking a lot of black coffee, it's all I can do that's black nowadays.

I stay motel hopping every couple weeks. They never charge me because I clear out without paying. I probably am in a lot of trouble but I never rent a room under my actual name.

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I generally tend to move around a lot because I'm not very used to staying in one spot. Texas is about as normal as I can remember my life being. Full of monsters and running.

Nothing new.

However, somethings here are more painful than they should be. For one thing, waiting for the glasses that will take me five drachmas to pay for? A pain in the arse. Dammit! There it goes again, not being able to swear. Well, I supposed it's British swearing, but I'm not British... so does it count?