Invisible

A Percy Jackson fan fiction

Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the series or any of the characters as mentioned in the story.

Ratings: PG-13

Summary: Nico di Angelo's from a single-parent family, and lives permanently with his aunt for his mom is too sick to take care of him. He is constantly picked on in school by Clarisse, Clea, and Annabeth, the three sisters. But nobody stands up for him as they don't care for him at all. He's invisible to the rest. Or is he not? AU, slight Percico slash, language, slight violence.

"What, pretty boy? What are you going to do?" Clarisse mocked with Annabeth and Clea holding his arms to his back.

"Get away from me!" the small, frail boy screams shrilly and wriggles against the grip of the two girls behind him. He was pretty sure he'd be getting some horrible bruises there the next day.

The trio just laughed, with Clarisse jeering at him.

Nico really couldn't stand this constant bullying anymore. Working up a mouthful of phlegm, he spat it right into Clarisse's face, effectively angering the girl.

"Fuck," she cursed vilely, wiping off the spit from her face. "How dare you spit at me?" she bellowed. Nico winced and tried to put on a strong front, but nothing came. His head hung low in fear, body held limply by the other two. Clarisse grabbed his chin with an iron grip, forcing him to look up at her. All he could muster was a small whimper, his eyes fearful with the knowledge of what might happen.

"Please..." he begged.

Clarisse smirked. Her gruesome mouth moved and worked, and a ball of white liquid landed right on the tip of Nico's nose. It slid down, and trickled over the edge of his nose, and dropped onto the soft, pink lips which was closed so tightly together.

"Eat it. Eat it and I'll let you go."

The boy refused to submit to the bully's request. He kept his lips pursed, so tight he could feel te pain.

"Eat! Eat it! Didn't you hear me?"

No, I'm not eating it. And I'll never.

"I said eat!"

Iwon'tIwon'tIwon't

"EAT!"

I won't I won't I won't Iwon'tIwon'tIwon'tiwon'tiwontiwontiwont "NO!"

Clarrisse stared intently at Nico. Her lips began to quiver slightly, her body shaking, her hands clenched so tightly into fists that her knuckles turned white.

"BEAT HIM UP!"

Annabeth and Clea let go of their grip and Nico fell to the ground, slightly dazed. They kicked and punched and scratched and beat him up, but were very careful no to hit him on the face, and not to case an obvious injuries. He curled up into a ball, covering his head with his arms, tucking his legs to his chest.

Beat me up all you want. No one will see. It's after school.

He was pretty sure he would be all blue and black and green by the next morning, aching and sore.

Suddenly everything stopped.

Another figure stood above him. This time, this person carried him up bridal style carefully, and Nico snuggled his face into the person's shirt.

He smells of the sea.

It calmed him. His mother used to like to go there before his sister died in a car crash.

The tangled mess of bones and flesh.

He remembered all the picnics and discussions and games and sandcastles they used to build together. His sister, Bianca. She enjoyed collecting seashells.

Her blood streaked face.

Those that had the sounded of the sea. Of the waves crashing, washing in onto land.

Glass shards piercing into her body, the look of agony on her face. All because of one fucking boy who caused his parents to crash into that bus his sister was taking.

His mom's rich black hair - for once had been let down - was blown all across her face. And for once, he saw that rare, carefree smile on his mom's face. All the worry lines seemed to disappear.

And for that once, he was happy.

He enjoyed watching people being happy. He'd do anything for the people he love just so that they would be happy.

Everyone just seemed in a rush fo everything, and everything expected perfection.

Nico tried to hit all those expectations. He just wanted everyone else that he around him to be happy. And that was all he wanted to see.

But of course, there was a limit to what each and every person could do.

Nico couldn't be bothered with all these anymore. All he wanted was to sleep. So he snuggled and curled up into the stranger's embrace and fell asleep.

Nico didn't know where he was. Wincing a little as he sat up, he began to take in his surroundings. He was clearly not in school. No school would look like this.

He himself was sitting on a bed with blue bedsheets and duvets and the walls were painted turquoise with a neat, light brown wooden desk at the corner of the room. The ceiling lights were shaped like dolphins, and there were posters of aquamarine life pasted all around on the walls. Looking back, he jolted up as he realised that there was a full body mirror, when pushed open would reveal a cupboard. Then finally he looked down at himself.

But he was bandaged with medicine applied on his wounds.

But where am I?

The door opened to reveal a boy of about 16, with dark hair and sea-green eyes.

"Are you feeling okay?"

The boy didn't know what he was feeling. But he liked that feeling.

He knew this person. But he wasn't sure if the person knew him.

He liked this person. But he wasn't sure if the person would ever like him back.

He was Percy Jackson, the most popular boy in school.

And Nico di Angelo liked him.

But why would he save me?

All Nico could do was to nod his head. He licked his lips and tried to form a reply.

"I... uh... you... why, why didn't you let them beat me up like the rest? Why do you even want to help me? Isn't Annabeth your girlfriend? Why aren't you joining her?"

Percy just smiled.

"I can't really tell you now, though," Percy says, sitting down next to Nico, leaning closer and closer to him. The younger boy could feel his skin burn from embarrassment, awkwardness, and passion.

Nico could feel the warmth radiating from Percy's skin. A small shiver coursed through his body, making his hair stand on end. The boy could feel his heart pumping faster, the sounds of his irregular heartbeats pounding in his head.

Percy pulled away. The younger boy was thankful, but yet at the same time hoping for Percy to do it again.

"I really can't tell you," Percy says with a slight tone of regret, mussing up his already tousled black hair.

"It's alright. I... I forgot to thank you. Like... for helping me?"

"Ah. That's nothing." The older boy then stands up and gives Nico a small pat on the shoulder. "If you need anything else, call me."

"But... Wait!" Nico calls out as Percy opens the door. Percy turns around.

"Yes?"

"What... what about my aunt and my mother?"

"I've informed them. You're staying over for a sleepover. Just stay in here, okay?" Percy turns back to look at Nico, giving him an assuring look before leaving the room.

Nico crosses his arms and legs over and over again, unsure of the whole situation.

It's a little short. But well... Just an idea I had suddenly. I thought it was quite okay... I hope you found it nice!

And some shameless self-advertising: Go read my other Percico fanfic, Broken Promises (for those who've read it, read it again. And if you've Wattpad and is above 17, well, go look for it. Wattpad refuses to show my fanfic even though it's only PG-13. I had to change it to R in the end. For gore). Yeah. Or just check my profile for some other potentially crappy stories.

-yanliksgold :D