A/N: I thought this would be a great story fill with love and hurt and comfort and forgiveness. And a lot of Percico. This is a AU story that have supernatural powers.

Disclaimer: I can't own it because I ain't just cool enough.

I rremember that day. It still haunts my dreams. Everynight...is sleepless.

I remember the day I first saw him. Sixth grade, three days after school began. Still in August. He was ten and I was twelve. Whenever I close my eyes, I can still see what he looks like like it was yesterday.

His olive skin seem to sparkle under the sunlight when we were in P.E. The way his big dark brown eyes shine of total innocence. Of how he would tippy-toe to see over things or even try to be taller. How his black hair is always frizzy like he just roll out of bed, no matter how much he comb it. And his smile.

His smile would always make my day. Bright and happy. All day, every day.

The first time I saw him was when he enter first period ten minutes late. Tiny and small was the first thing I thought. Then as soon he sat down his leg started bouncing like crazy. It would go on all class. My focus was on him instead of class.

I had him for every class, except for woodshop. He was even smart. By the end of his first week, he was passing with stright A's. All the teachers like him. I never saw him before or after school. He seem to just disappear.

Until I actually met him.

It was after school and he was being bullied by a couple of boys. I didn't know who they were. They push and laugh and mock at the little one. Probably from being a teacher pet or how small he was or how much of a nerd he is. It was only his second week at school and he's already being bullied. I remember my ADHD kicking in and I ran to them and start punching. I can still remember how it felt to kick a boy in his baby makers. They all ran away instead of the boy I kick who limp away.

I remember looking down at the smaller one and smile. I help out my hand for him and he grab it. His hand was so tiny and soft as I pick him up from the ground. I remember saying, "Hey. My name's Percy Jackson. What's yours?"

He would look up at me and stare for a few secs. Then he would smile. "Nico di Angelo. Thanks for saving me."

We became friends afterward.

I soon met his sisters Bianca and Hazel. Bianca was older and the same age as me. Twelve. She was also in the same grade as we were. The half-sister, Hazel Lavesque, was ten, the same age as Nico. A couple of months younger though. She was in fourth grade instead. I would laugh of how whenever they talk to each other, all three of them would do hand gestures. Even the parents would do it too. Hand gestures were a family thing to them.

I met their mom and dad. Hades di Angelo was a doctor but he was too scary to approach. But the mom, Maria, made it easy to go up to him. She had this big smile just like Nico's and the same big dark brown eyes.

He met my mom and dad and my two brothers, Triton and Tyson. Triton being five years older and Tyson being three years younger than me. He also met my only friends Grover and Annabeth.

Nico and I hang out a lot. We either be at the park or at his house or staying after school at the bleachers. There were times where Triton were force to take Nico and I to the movies. He'll end up with popcorn all over him.

I've learn that he's ADHD and dyslexia. That he's into comic books and pirates. He's even very fond of the Greek mythology. The way he focus in class is by shaking all his ADHD in his left leg all class period. And his favourite color is black.

I told him many things about myself too.

One day during lunch time, he ask, "Is Annabeth your girlfriend?" in front of Annabeth, Grover, and Bianca. I can hear Grover snicker and see Annabeth's face grow red. Bianca kept eating like the question was a normal every day thing. Probably was. We both stare blankly at each other before I said, "Nope." It wasn't till Annabeth kiss me when Nico left to the bathroom.

It felt weird that when Nico came back, I grab him by his shirt collar and pull him into a kiss. Short and quick. He tasted like lemonade. I remember seeing the faces on the others when I unlock to the youngest one.

Annabeth wide-eyed. Grover mouth open just when he was about to stuff cheese enchiladas down. Bianca staring -more like glaring- at me. Laughter roar out of me when I saw the bright red flush go across Nico's face. I kept kissing him then till Bianca punch me right in the eye and yelled.

I kept giving him little kisses in secret. His face turning redder and redder each time.

I remember when he told me a big secret his whole family kept from the world. It was strange but breathtaking at the same time. He have shown me that he can control the shadows. Bring up the dead from their graves. Even somehow summon ghosts by happy meals (I still don't understand that). He even took me trough the shadows and travel.

The reason why I never saw before or after school at first.

He says that Bianca can also do this minus the shadow traveling. She was still working on that. And that Hazel can't do neither but can summon jewels and riches from the ground, including metal. She knows how to make people see things of both bad and good. That his dad can do all of them and probably even more. Mrs. di Angelo is the normal one.

I got excited and told him too.

I told him of my family's secret. How I can control anything that have water in it. Breathe under water like it's oxygen to me. Talk to sea creatures and understand them. Create tiny earthquakes. Told him that my dad and Triton can do the same thing. That Tyson can't do neither, but can be immune to anything that's above boiling point -including fire- and is super strong. That my mom is also the normal one.

Nico called them our powers.

We had fun with them. He would either pull me through the shadows to and from school. And I would take him under water, talking together alone. There were this one time we experiment on our powers by him making a shadow ball as I put water in it like it was a water ballon. We would make dozens of them and throw them at each.

I never knew how I can even hold a shadow ball.

And it was one of those days that my dad walk in. We were outside making them and he came. It was weird when he saw us but mostly Nico. He stare at the shadows that comes out of Nico's small hands. Dad had this blank look that I couldn't tell if he was surprise or not.

Nico didn't notice him at first but when he did, he cheerfully says, "Hello Mr. Jackson. Do you want to help make some shadowy water ballons?" It was cute how he said it so innocent that I couldn't help to smile. But all dad did is turn around and went back inside the house. Nico would look at me and I would shrug before going back to the shadowy water balloons.

It wasn't when a month away from Nico's birthday that it came crashing down. Just a few days before Christmas came, Nico and I were playing with Legos in his room. Laughing and talking. Sometimes...

The memory was blank. Mom said that it was too much to take in for me that my brain black it out. Though, there is pieces here and there I get when I dream about them.

I can still see myself throwing Nico under the bed. I can hear the screams and the yelling echo in my ears. Crashing noise that sounds like glass breaking and cars crashing. Then I remember seeing my dad looking down at me and saying something serious that I can't remember listening.

It's been almost four years since that . I'm sixteen and a sophomore. It would come as nightmares and I would be screaming in sleep. Pills would be given to Tyson and I to keep our powers in check by our dad. Divorce parents since a month after when mom found out.

I never forgave myself. And I knew I would never get a second chance to make rights.

Then I saw him. Just a month after school began in second period. He was ten minutes late. Small and skranny. Look like he grew a couple of inches. Pale olive skin and frizzy black hair like he just roll out of bed.

It was Nico di Angelo.

Maybe I do have a second chance.