The One That Got Away... (A Jasico fanfic)

Chapter 6

Nico pov

Did Jason just have to tease me about that? He could be completely oblivious sometimes. I quickened my pace.

"Nico, wait up!" I stopped and started tapping my foot, thinking of where we should go shopping. There was a nice clothing shop a few minutes from here, and while we were there I could get another pair of jeans. My favorite ones were all ripped up, thanks to some hellhound.

"Nico, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that - "

"Of course you didn't." I cut him off. "There's a place within walking distance, and I think you'll like the clothes they have." They sold mostly casual, comfy stuff, and had a whole section dedicated to graphic tees. Of course, the words were in Italian, but they had a Superman one last time I was there.

"Okay." Jason was craning his neck, trying to see everything. I was watching him, marveling how easily he could make walking look gorgeous. Wow. That sounded a lot less stalker-like in my head.

"So where are we going for dinner?" I looked up at Jason, who was staring at an ice cream kiosk longingly.

"Nowhere. I'm making it." I can cook, pretty well too, if I do say so myself.

"You can cook?" I rolled my eyes. "No, I'm going to summon a zombie chef to do it for me."

"Really? But what if he gets zombie juice in the pasta? I don't like zombie pasta." "Too bad." He pouted, which I desperately tried not to stare at. He was just trying to get me all stalker-ish.

"We're here." I pushed open the doors of a small shop. Jason trailed inside after me. "Get enough clothes to last a week. The changing rooms are in the back, along with the bathrooms." I started scanning the jeans. A good half of them were black, which was what I normally wore. If I wore any bright colors, I would get a headache. No kidding.

"Uh, Nico, I don't have a sword, and I'm pretty sure that there's a monster in the back." Oh, crap. We were in Italy, home to Rome. Even though we were in Venice, there would still be plenty of monsters. I had left my Stygian sword in the hotel.

"Alright. I'll take care of it." Jason stared at me. "How? You don't have a weapon." I held up my hands, which were curled into fists.

"I know... a few other ways to defend myself." I could make a huge hole to swallow up the monster, but that would take a lot of my energy.

"I'll come with you. For back up, of course." I snorted. Jason only knew how to defend himself with a sword. I strolled to the back of the shop.

Shoot. It just had to be a chimaera, didn't it.

Jason pov

I watched as Nico silently looked around for weapons. I tossed him a broom. Hey, it was the only thing around! He took off the bristled part, which left him with something equivalent to a stick. How the Hades was he going to defend himself with a stick?

"Nico di Angelo, son of Hades." The chimaera could talk. I sighed. Of course it could talk.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." The chimaera pounced on Nico, who slid out of the way. His eyes darted around, and landed on a pipe that was parallel to the ceiling. "Jason, a little boost?" I summoned the winds just as he jumped, and he was lifted up. He grabbed the pipe, and swung around so he was now perched on it.

The chimaera roared, and leaped up, trying to grab the son of Hades. "Not so fast, fat cat." I lunged for a guitar that was leaning against the wall (don't ask why it was there, I don't know either) and smashed it against the chimaera's head. It howled in pain.

"Nico, jump!" Nico, who had been frantically sharpening the broom handle (again, don't ask how. I don't know.) leaped down onto the monster and began fighting it, matching blow for block, block for blow.

I needed a new weapon. The chimaera was starting to use flames now, and Nico's stick was not fire-proof. My eyes found a bin full of chain-belts. Perfect!

I grabbed two belts and linked them together, making a long whip. I grabbed two more and did the same. Hopefully Nico knew how to use nun chucks.

"Grace! What the Hades are you doing?" Nico yelled at me. His stick was abandoned in a corner and he was fighting the beast using his fist and feet.

"Catch!" One of the makeshift chain whips flew through the air, and Nico somehow caught it. "Really, Grace! Nun chucks?!"

I grinned. "Yup!" I leaped onto the chimaera (not recommended, by the way) and wrapped the chain around it's neck. It writhed and tried to buck me off, but I stayed put. Eventually, it's air ran out, and it dissolved into a pile of golden dust.

"Remind me that martial arts is for people, not monsters." Nico was a sweating, albeit hot, mess, and was running a hand through his raven hair. "You tried to fight a flippin' chimaera with karate?" "Heck yeah, I did." I smiled. "So, where was that tee shirt you wanted to show me?"

Sorry for not updating, Wattpad was being a jerk and deleted half of this chapter... so... yeah.