A/N I don't own Percy Jackson or it's characters, they belong to the wise god in disguise Rick Riordan.

BTW: Italics are thoughts, Bold is yelling really loudly, Underline is for different languages.

Summary: Nico di Angelo and Mizuki find each other in the slums of Whitechapel, England in 1888. AU Nico/OC.

WARNING: bad shit man V/\V''

Nico's POV

"Nico, svegliarsi," my father's harsh voice wrung in my ears. 'Never,' I thought to myself.

"Nico. Get. Up. Right. This. Instant," my evil stepmother ground out.

"Wha~" I said sleepily, you never know what Persephone would do to you if you didn't wake up, I learnt that the hard way. I cracked open one of my chocolate colored eyes in their direction. You could see the smoke coming out of her ears, and the icy glare of my dearest dad. "What did I do now?" I inquired tiredly.

"What did you do," Persephone mocked in my voice in monotone. "You broke my pots and crushed my flowers, that is what you did," she screeched at me.

"No I didn't, it could have been some bum off the street," I retorted indignantly.

"Persephone, you did leave the windows open last night," dad said in my defense.

"Ha, ci si va, hai sbagliato ed io per una volta aveva ragione," I said as a raven perked on the windowsill. "Corvino," I muttered under my breath.

"What did you say," Persephone screeched at me.

"Stop! Don't move, you're going to scare the raven away," my father stated bluntly, almost like he was reading my thoughts.

"What raven? I don't see a raven anywhere," Persephone cried out. The raven cawed behind her and she jumped.

I looked at the raven's bluish wings, something was off about the bird. I mulled over the possibility that it was a machine. I heard a cry of indignation coming from a girl, probably from a few doors down. "KRUK YOU BLOODY BIRD WHEN I FIND YOU WILL BE MADE INTO A STEW, YA' HEAR ME?" The raven, presumably Kruk, cried out, albeit sadly. I went silent, either the girl was crazy or Kruk was well-trained, that was the one thought that went through my famiglia and me. There was a soft rat-a-tat-tat at the door, was it the crazy girl or was it someone important?. We looked at each other, asking the silent question, 'who was going to get the door?' I heard the soft sigh of someone getting ready to leave, so I rushed to the door.

"Um, sorry about that we couldn't hear you," I quickly apologized for my family, surprised to see the girl look tiredly at the ground. She had midnight black hair that gleamed reddish in the light, her old tattered clothes showed patches of light olive skin. She looked up, I wanted to gasp at her gleaming eyes, one was a deep red wine like color while the other was like a shiny silver.

"No I should be sorry about not knocking hard enough and screaming at my dumb, old, freakish raven," she stopped to cough and grab her chest in pain, " Damn it, have you seen that dumb, old bird?" the girl questioned.

"Yes, I have, he's on my windowsill," I said quickly not knowing what to do. "How about you come in and get him?"

"Alright, sorry to be a burden and worry you," she said the last part quietly barely above a whisper. Once we were in the living room, the girl stopped and snapped her fingers. It was a sharp sound unlike most people's, and milliseconds, it seemed, that grotesquely beautiful raven was perched on the girl's right shoulder. "Um, I'll leave then, what's your name?"

"Nico di Angelo, and may I ask of yours?"

"Mizuki Ando, nice to meet you… Nico," Mizuki said it sweetly, almost artificially.

"Well Mizuki, I hope to see you again," I said happily. My parents just had to walk in at that moment.

"Aww, Nico has a crush on the girl," Persephone voice rang sweetly, but to trained ears (like mine and my father's) it was soaked in malice.

"You shouldn't be mean to the poor boy, he maybe your stepson and you may hate him but enjoy the people you are surrounded with. Because you might not see them again, after all death haunts everyone at worse times," Mizuki punctuated ever word for their meaning and she turned on the ball of her feet, " Goodbye." Her midnight black hair flew out, turning it into the blackish silvery blue like the raven's feathers.

Well that Chapter one of Darkest Part of my life.

~Mizuki