Nico Di Angelo Fan Fiction

CHAPTER 1

NICO DI ANGELO

A.K.A. THAT CREEPY GUY WE ALL LOVE

Nico’s eyes fluttered open, and he found that he was laying on a soft bed his head on a pillow. Standing over his bed was a boy, maybe a little older than Nico, with large gray Annabeth-like eyes, tan skin, an innocent yet curious face, and light blonde hair. He seemed interested - not alarmed - in the fact that Nico was awake.

Nico could faintly remember passing out after hours of shadow travel. Had he been out for that long? It was obvious that he was now in Camp Half-Blood… where everybody hated him. He had betrayed them, not told them about the Roman Camp. And now the Romans were attacking. Of course they hated him.

They must have assumed that Nico was injured and taken him to the medic. Due to the boy’s tan skin and the fact that he was probably attempting to heal Nico, he was assumably the son of Apollo. Nico hated the children of Apollo.

Well, he hated everybody.

Nico glanced down on himself, just to check if maybe he had gotten hurt when blacking out after reaching Camp. To Nico’s dismay, he found that he was shirtless. Large self-inflicted scars lined his chest and arms. They were incredibly obvious. Great.

Nico sighed, waiting for the boy to say something. ‘Who in Hades are you?’  or ‘How in Olympus did you get those many scars?’ or ‘Why did you, like, drop out of the sky?’ or maybe ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US ABOUT THE ROMANS - THEY ARE CALLING WAR?!’ or, probably, which is what Nico wanted nothing more than not to hear ‘Explain everything to Chiron’.

“Hello, I’m Blaise. Who are you?” he said, surprising Nico greatly. He was kind, and not pestering to make Nico share something he didn’t want to. His voice gentle, not deep though not high. It was… calming.

“Somebody you don’t want to know. Nico Di Angelo. Son of Hades. Commonly known as ‘The Guy Who Spends More Time with the Dead than the Living Due To His Miserable Life and Lack of Trust’” Nico answered, smiling dryly without humor.

Blaise’s mouth was slightly open, unsure of what to say.

“Don’t make Chiron come. Maybe I can get out of here before he sees me. That guy hates me. Everybody hates me,” Nico said coldly. He really wanted to get out of this dreaded camp with dreaded memories and a dreaded councilor.

“I don’t hate you. I have barely even met you. I won’t call Chiron,” Blaise said, understanding. Hah, he understood nothing. Though, Nico was immensely relieved he didn’t have to escape the room to avoid Chiron anytime soon.

“You hate me. I’m that guy who knew about Camp Jupiter and didn’t tell you and now if you die in battle, it will essentially be my fault. I’m that guy who betrayed your hero, P-Percy Jackson, and attempted to lead him to his death. I’m that guy who lived in Tatarus for a year because I wanted to. I’m that guy who almost lead seven demigods to their deaths. I’m not exactly the best guy,” Nico said, angrily. He had choked on Percy’s name, but was able to get it out.

Percy… Nico had loved him. It wasn’t a simple crush or anything, Nico loved Percy. Even after Nico had blamed Percy for Bianca’s death. Percy had been the reason he left the camp, the reason he decided to go live with the dead. He didn’t belong anywhere. Being forced to tell Jason about his feelings for Percy was... beyond mortifying. Then, Jason had told Nico to be brave and take a risk. Jason didn’t realize that even if he did come out to everybody, it would make no difference. Everybody would still hate him, probably even more. Percy would avoid him at all costs. It would essentially do no help. It wasn’t like he was ever going to find love, anyways.