Summary; He was a god who never expected to fall in love like this. He was a mortal who never expected to be loved. He had a Sister who he would do anything for. He had no family anymore. A tale of Gods and Mortals like nothing you've ever seen when a God falls in love with the last person anyone would expect. Shounen-ai.
Stormkeeper818; Just something that came to me and that I had to write down
Disclaimer; I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the song 'Save the Best for Last' or 'I need a Hero'
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"…Sometimes the sun goes round the moon,
Just when I thought a chance had passed,
You go and save the best for last,
You went and saved the best for last…"
The voice faded into the background as the couple sat on a bench and a pair of blue eyes looked at them from his perch hidden in a tree in the park. Technically it wasn't allowed, but he made sure no one could see him unless they looked hard. He fingered his prize money, $25. Not bad for a night's performance, though he had been hoping for more, but then the contest happened every Friday.
Raphie closed his eyes and breathed a deep calming breath. Why had he sung that song, he could have done any other song but why that one, why was it he always ended up singing some love song when he felt none, no one loved him, he had no family, no one in the orphanage even cared for him except Violet, one of the care workers, but then she cared for everyone so it didn't really count. He had no friends at school, not that he went that often, opting to skive just so he could avoid the people who went there, avoid their looks of pity and 'understanding'.
Raphie looked up at the darkening sky, despite all the lights from the surrounding city he could see the stars perfectly from his perch, he recognised many of the constellations; not that he could name them all. He cocked his head, blonde-brown hair hanging to one side as he spotted a constellation he didn't recognise, that was new. It reminded him of a young hunter, bow held in her hand as she ran.
Raphie felt a crystal-like tear slide down his cheek. No one loved him; he was alone in the world, no family, no friends, no real home. His old baggy clothes hung from his lithe frame, a pair of well worn jeans, the hems frayed and with the beginnings of several holes around the knees, and a tattered shirt, waved delicately in the cool evening breeze.
Sighing once more, Raphie swung down from his perch and landed gracefully on the ground, the tattered coat he was wearing making him appear to be some sort of spectre. His boot covered feet turned towards a path and headed to his so-called 'home'. He was going to be in trouble again for skipping school. He shrugged to himself, it wasn't like they really cared, just so long as they didn't find out that he went to a bar several nights a week.
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Raphie sat on a metal bench placed next to the bus stop. He had no intention of getting on a bus, he just wanted somewhere to sit and think. He was skipping school again, mainly because of a large boy called Billy Roberts who insisted on tormenting him every minute he could.
He watched a little old lady cross the busy road, her wheelie basket thing trundling along behind her. A tall man in a trench coat sat on a motorbike while he waited for the chance to drive away. Raphie sighed, something seemed to be missing from his life, he knew what it was, he just couldn't help but try and convince himself that it was something else.
He stood up, his top replaced with a newer one he'd put on to convince everyone was going to school, over it he wore a jacket, though it was missing one sleeve. His school bag was filled with a change of clothes for later, he'd managed to get a slot to perform at some club, he wouldn't get in trouble because of his age this time, only for being out late without permission.
Trudging along the pavement he couldn't help but think of some of the strange things he'd seen. He'd seen a girl, no more than fourteen driving a van as if she was being chased by monsters. He remembered seeing strange skeletal like men entering some space museum, if he hadn't known better he'd have sworn they were skeletons. Sighing again he opened a side to a club, pulling out a slip of paper to the doorman on the other side, who nodded and nodded in the direction of the changing rooms behind stage.
He made his way to the small changing rooms. He did this regularly enough to be known by some people who worked here, though the occasions that he did weren't that often. He dumped his bag on a metal stool, the padding coming out slightly at the seams. He unzipped it and started pulling out clothes and dumping them on a table in front of a bulb lined mirror. He closed the door and started to undress.
He shrugged off his jacket and hung it on a peg. Next he pulled off his top exposing his lean torso that made him the envy of many. One thing that seemed to revolt people and caused many people to classify him as a rogue, were a pair of black feathery wings tattooed onto his back, a line barely touching the ends reached down his waist. He didn't know why he'd done it, but he'd done it none the less, the strange thing was, when people at the club saw it, it caused them to idolise him, the girls would sometimes swoon and the guys would cheer.
He picked up a strange looking top and pulled it on. It left most of his back and front exposed. Picking up another top he slipped it on. Finally he ran his hands through his naturally dishilved hair, giving him an innocent yet attractive and stylish look that no one else seemed to be able to manage.
He looked at himself in the mirror. An innocent looking face that had yet to truly see the problems in the world stared back, large blue eyes blinked at his appearance. It was true he hadn't suffered, but he hadn't exactly experienced the good things of life either, he lowered his end, he was little more than an innocent, naïve, lonely, boy, a blank, impressionable canvas on which to paint as, he'd been called by some.
"Raph, you're up," a voice called.
Already? He must have taken longer to get changed then he thought. He glanced at his watch, 9 o'clock. Damn time sure had flown by. He walked past the bustling crown of entertainers who'd come to perform, waiting off stage as the last act, a girl of 19 years finished her song 'This Kiss', earning several cheers from the growing audience while others continued to either dance, eat, drink or try and talk.
Raphie looked out at the crowd as the girl took a bow, several people calling for an encore. Though there were several adults in the crowd, the audience was mainly college students. Raphie walked on, past the girl in her skimpy crop top and shorts. Raphie waited in the centre of the stage, head bobbing to the beat as the music started up. He started off with 'I don't' wanna miss a thing' by Aerosmith and then 'The Final Countdown,' as he sang the audience started to cheer, calling for more, some of the people who'd come when he'd performed before where just gazing lovingly at him.
The next song was completely random as he'd been told he it would be. The audience knew this and seemed to overflow with anticipation as they wondered what it would be. As the track was being changed Raphie noticed a stanger walk into the club, drawn by the sound coming from within. He was tall with sandy-blonde hair and handsome with outdoorsy good looks and body to match. He looked to be about 19 and wore casual slacks and jacket. Raphie didn't know why but this man different to everyone in the club, a certain sense of otherness seemed to radiate off him, not that anyone else seemed to notice. The song started up and Raphie couldn't help but sigh in defeat as he began to sing.
"C minor, put it in C minor" echoed out of the speakers.
Raphie started to sway gently, holding the microphone close to his mouth.
"Where have all the good men gone,
And where are all the gods?
Where's the street-wise Hercules,
To fight the rising odds?
Isn't there a white knight upon a fiery steed?
Late at night I toss and I turn and I dream of what I need,"
Raphie started to dance more vigorously as the song went into an instrumental, shedding his top as was expected of him, showing the tank top he wore underneath and started to sing again.
"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the end of the night
He's gotta be strong,
And he's gotta be fast,
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight,
I need a hero,
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light,
He's gotta be sure,
And it's gotta be soon,
And he's gotta be larger than life(larger than life)
Somewhere after midnight,
In my wildest fantasy,
Somewhere just beyond my reach,
There's someone reaching back for me,
Racing on the thunder and rising with the heat,
It's gonna take a superman to sweep me off my feet,
Up where the mountains meet the heavens above,
Out where the lightning splits the sea,
I could swear that there's someone somewhere,
Watching me,
Through the wind and the chill and the rain,
And the storm and the flood,
I can feel his approach,
Like the fire in my blood
(Like a fire in my blood x4)"
Raphie's dancing slowed as the song reached another instrumental, taking off his tank top to expose his tattoos, eliciting screams from most of the female audience, and the music once again started to get faster.
"Hero" echoed out of the speakers
"I need a hero
I'm holding out for a hero 'til the morning light
and he's gotta be sure
And it's gotta be soon
And he's gotta be larger than life"
Another instrumental and Raphie's dancing slowed, before immediately picking up the pace again.
"Hero" another echo
"Oh, He's gotta be strong,
And he's gotta be fast,
And he's gotta be fresh from the fight,
I need a hero" the audience screamed as the song finished, Raphie smiled, picking up his tops and gave a small bow, walking back behind strange, feeling more confident and energised after the performace.
"Good show Raph,", "You go Raph," were some of the various comments and calls that people sent his way as he headed to the changing rooms and changed out into slightly less flashy clothes.
He zipped his bag up and headed to the bar next to the dance floor, "Good show tonight," the barman said, a young man in his early twenties and wearing black, "Here, you'll probably want this," he slid a small of glass of something to him, despite the fact that he shouldn't drink he was sometimes cut a little slack, he might be innocent as some people called him, but at least he wouldn't become a binge drinker when he was old enough.
"Aren't you a bit young to be drinking alcohol?" a voice asked, Raphie turned to face the stranger who'd walked in just before his last song.
"So? At least I know what alcohol tastes like so I won't binge when I'm old enough," he stated.
"Touche. Good show earlier," Raphie turned back to look at him sit down, the rest of the people to involved with the next act to pay any notice to him.
"Thanks,"
"What's with the tattoos?"
"Huh? Oh, those, I don't know, just have 'em,"
"You're an odd kid," the man chuckled.
"So are you," Raphie countered.
"How so?"
"I don't know, you just are, there's something about you, something inhuman almost…" Raphie trailed off when he caught sight of the man's piercing blue eyes, his voice having deserted him
"You have beautiful eyes," the man whispered, "So miss, what's your name?"
Raphie froze. The man looked up as if something unexpected had happened, "Is it me or did it just get colder?"
"My name's Raphie, and," he stood up to leave, shouldering his bag and leaving his drink unfinished, "I'm a guy," with that he walked off, leaving a perplexed blonde staring after him.
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Well that's chapter one of my new story, Hope you enjoy it and please review! P.S. see if you can guess who the god is. ; )
