The Fairy Tail Called Family [A Nico Di Angelo Fanfic]

Still Holding On

     Nico Di Angelo is desperate. Desperate for love, for friends, family. Desperate to fit in, to belong, to not be shunned but instead embraced.

     But of course, that's not an option for the son of Hades, because who would not just willing, but also want to be around someone who radiates an aura not just of death and fear, but of pain and despair, of a coldness that sends shivers down your spine and chills you to the bone. Of course it's not like he tries to, in fact apart of his concentration and focus is spent all day, everyday  dedicated to not just controlling but also reining in that aura that surrounds him, clings to him where ever he goes. And no matter how hard he tries he can't seem to get rid of it completely, and acts like a sort of barrier that is meant to keep out the living, and those that do venture past the barrier don't do so for very long.

     So he spends most of his time alone, training in different combat of all kinds ranging from hand-to-hand and mixed martial arts, to an assortment of different styles that include wielding an assortment of different weapons. Though he focuses on mainly sword wielding styles, throwing knives, knives, daggers, other weapons that are more useful and and more commonly used in the world of mortals. Nico also works on using his powers not only so they're stronger but also to increase just how much power he can use before he gets to the point where he passes out from exhaustion. Of course pretty much the entirety of his that isn't spent training, he spends either in the Underworld with the dead or doing jobs for his father.

     The time he spends at either camps dwindles more and more with every day that passes, and there are of course reasons for this are because of who he is. It's because of the glares he receives from other campers as he walks by, it's because in most cases, every time Nico looks in someone's eyes he either sees hate or fear, sometimes even disgust. And because of the masked expression, he's worked so hard to perfect, that no one ever sees how much it hurts him to see their reactions to him. Nico spends less and less time both camps because he can't stand hearing everyone talking about him behind his back, the cruel things they say about him, and each one of the lies and the rumors he hears feels like someone has plunged a dagger into his heart. Because it's not like he needs to be at either camp to train, he can simply do so in the Underworld. Where he can have the greatest heros and warriors that have ever existed train him.

     But of course he still makes an effort to spend some time at both camps because he is Still Holding On to the hope that they will accept him that he will find family.

How could he have been so stupid...

Written:
   4:00AM
Saturday, August 24th