The Son of Hades: A Suga Fanfic

Chapter 5: Piano

It's pretty dark outside when everything has finally settled down. The small woman had shown them to their room and then left them to situate themselves.

The room itself was enormous just like the other rooms of the palace. Their beds were set against one wall, all seven of them lined up beside each other evenly. Each bed had a small white cabinet beside it and upon closer inspection, each cabinet was engraved with their names. Fortunately for Suga, his bed was on the very end with only JHope neighboring him. The rest of the room was filled with desk spaces, chairs to lounge in, and closets to fill with clothing. Other than that, the remaining space was left empty.

A couple of the other guys had wandered off after they got their stuff sorted out in the closets and drawers. Weirdly, they all seemed to have clothes and belongings already in the room.

Suga wandered over to a closet with his name on it and slowly peeked inside, not wanting to swing the door wide open if there was nothing there. Surprisingly, he found the closet full of his own stuff and he couldn't help but marvel at all of it. He slipped his black cloak off of him and hung it beside his other clothes.

He reached down and picked up a book that had previously been on his bed in the Underworld. "How the...," he trailed off, too awed for words.

"Hermes," JHope appeared beside him. "Zeus had him get all of our stuff when we were eating. You sure do like black clothes, don't you," JHope whistled, looking in Suga's small closet.

Suga shrugged and shut the doors. "They matched the Underworld and helped me just blend in, but I guess that's the complete opposite here," he mumbled the last part, staring at the white room around him. "Everything here is just so bright."

"Isn't it just wonderful?" JHope beamed Suga a smile, bringing his arms up at his sides before dropping them back down again. "Doesn't it just make you want to sing and dance?"

"No, it makes me want to disappear," Suga said back honestly. "It all makes me feel out of place and like the outsider that everyone knows me to be," he mumbled and side-stepped around JHope to wander back over to his designated bed. He fell backwards onto it, feeling his body sink into the soft, white cotton.

JHope watched the dark haired boy, amused in his dark demeanor. He was so used to light and joy that Suga's contrasted attitude intrigued him. He wouldn't call Suga unhappy or negative, but he was definitely different than the people JHope was used to. It was refreshing to him.

JHope sat down on his own bed, leaning back on his elbows. He had to admit that Suga definitely looked like an outsider with his pitch black hair, pale skin, and dark clothing. There was no confusing him for any other God's son other than Hades'. But JHope also felt certain that this was where Suga belonged: here in Olympus, whether it was with him or not. He just knew deep down, that Suga was meant to be here.

"Do you think I can visit the Underworld one day?" JHope asked suddenly.

Suga turned his head in the red head's direction. "I don't see why not, but it's probably not somewhere you'd want to spend a lot of time. It's nothing like this at all."

JHope nodded, looking up at the white ceiling. "It can't be that bad of a place. You turned out fine."

Suga snorted, air puffing out of his nose as he rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure. The only real memories that I have are of me living every day the exact same way almost every single day. Every day of me just sitting on the cliff, watching the souls beneath me. I've probably spent more time sitting still than moving," Suga said, feeling pathetic as he let the words come out of him. He couldn't explain the need to talk to him, but JHope made him want to just be open about his feelings.