Title: Icy Death

Rating: PG-13

Summary: When a boy born of darkness and a girl with an icy heart meets, a tragic love story is formed, one tragic enough to rival Romeo and Juilet's. Nico had always thought that after his brief crush on Percy Jackson, he would swore off romance for eternity. However, that all changes when Eira appears, a girl who is not like any other.

Disclaimer: The characters of Rick Riordan has always and forever will belong to him and him alone. I call dibs on Eira though hahaha

From now, all stop, whomever it is

No one can leave this scene,

don't be nervous in this explicit situation

Sherlock — SHINee

"Calling for Eira Ang of class 3G, Eira Ang of class 3G to come to the principal's office."

The class grew silent almost immediately as a dark haired girl grew red as she stood up from her seat, everyone's eyes on her.

What's going on? The brunette seated beside the first girl mouthed with a look if mild concern on her face.

The girl, Eira, shrugged as she shook her head in confusion. I have no idea.

Turning back to the teacher, Eira gestured towards the classroom door and the teacher nodded her head without a word. Without hesitation, Eira left the classroom as quick as possible.

Even before she left the vicinity, Eira could already hear the murmured whispers of her classmates and the teacher's weak attempts at getting their attentions back. Scowling, Eira quickened her footsteps. Her class was a good-nature one but they loved to gossip.

What did I do? I didn't do anything wrong, right? Eira thought to herself frantically as she hurried down the hallway, keeping her head down. She racked her brains but nothing came to mind. So why does Principal Cross wants to see me?

Turning around one corner, Eira barely registered a pair of black denim jeans before she knocked heads with the owner.

"Ow!" Eira yelped unwittingly as she fell backwards, nearly losing her balance. She gripped the first thing she could grab and regained her balance, her skirt swishing around her knees.

"I'm so sorry!" Eira blurted out, raising her head. Her eyes widened considerably at the gorgeous boy in front of her. He had long, messy black hair, which looked like he just rolled out of bed, and pale, nearly white skin. His eyes were sharp and shrewd with a glint of madness.

Oops. Unconsciously, Eira took a step back from the strange boy. She realized with a startle that, in her haste to steady herself, she had held onto the boy's shirt sleeve and quickly released it. Cheeks turning a pale red, Eira took another step back for good measure.

"I'm sorry." Eira repeated herself, recovering her composure. She did a quick once-over at the boy - he was tall and had a lanky built. He wore a black jacket over a plain white shirt and black denim jeans. Despite her initial surprise, Eira had to admit that the boy was really good looking. Upon noticing him staring back at her, Eira glanced away in mild embarrassment.

"No harm done." The boy murmured softly, his eyes leaving Eira's face and focusing on something behind her instead.

Okay... Eira self-consciously tucked a lock of black hair behind her ear before excusing herself, hurrying past the strange boy with the enticing eyes.

Turning around a corner, Eira noticed that the boy had gone rigid, his hand snaking inside his black jacket.

Creepy. Eira remarked to herself mentally. He's hot though. She admitted, letting her materialistic side take over momentarily. Eira smiled to herself and the image of the boy lingered in her mind way longer than it should.

Behind her, the boy reached inside his jacket and gripped a jet black sword hidden inside. Logically, the sword shouldn't have fit into it but it did. In fact, it shouldn't have went unnoticed by the girl or anyone but it did. Had anyone walked past then, the black sword wouldn't be registered by anyone at all.

Silently, the boy gripped his sword, light reflecting off its surface, and glanced over his shoulder briefly. He stared at the disappearing figure of the dark haired girl, his curiosity aroused without knowing why.

Mentally, he reminded himself to keep an eye on her.

— ❄ —

"What?" Eira couldn't help but blurt out in utter shock. She couldn't believe her ears, it couldn't be happening...

"My grandfather can't be in a coma!" Eira cried out in disbelief, her face a picture of worry.

"I'm terribly sorry, Miss Ang." Principal Cross spoke softly, her face full of concern and worry. "I myself have only just heard about the news and I know that it must be hard on you. I personally took it upon myself to inform you of it."

The principal was a plump lady with a caring, heart shaped face. She was known throughout the school for her motherly attitude and cared deeply for the students.

Her throat was suddenly dry but she managed to force the words out, "Thank you for your understanding, Principal Cross." Eira's throat closed up and tears threatened to fall. Her grandfather was in a coma? He had always been healthy and this sudden stroke was a great blow to Eira and...

"What about my grandmother?" Eira demanded frantically, knowing that she was being rude. In her haste, she had gotten to her feet and staring down at the principal. Both of her grandparents only knew minimal English and had always relied on Eira to translate for them. "She doesn't know much English and -"

"Do not worry, Miss Ang. A good Samaritan is with her right now and helping her." Principal Cross reassured the younger girl, gesturing for her to sit down.

"Your grandmother hopes that this would not affect your studies and she specifically told you to stay until school ends before going to the hospital." The principal paused for a moment before remarking, "I personally think that it is unwise." Her eyes seemed to speak behind her spectacles.

Catching on quickly, Eira hastily requested, "Please, Principal Cross, with all due respect, may I have permission to leave the school compound and visit the hospital? My grandmother needs me." She added pleadingly.

Principal Cross smiled sadly. "Of course, you may. You are all what your grandmother needs right now and it would be inhuman for me to refuse your request. Just let me write a note to the security guard and you may leave."

Eira heaved a sigh of relief as the principal wrote the note, signing it with a flourish.

"Thank you!" Eira grabbed the note and left as quickly as possible, but not without a bow of respect and genuine gratitude, sprinting to her classroom. She couldn't waste any precious time - her grandparents were waiting for her.

Clutching the suddenly precious note in her hand, Eira turned around the corner just as there was a huge explosion which knocked her back, skidding across the floor.

— ❄ —

Nico Di Angelo swore under his breath, staring at the empty space which was previously a wall in front of him. This was going to be hard to take care of.

The Mist could probably hide the storm spirits from mortal eyes but the gigantic explosion that had just destroyed an entire wall? Nico was surprised that no one has called the police yet.

This was harder than I expected, Nico admitted as he held his sword, walking towards the storm spirits at the other side of the wall. This was definitely not what I expected when I came to New York.

The storm spirits cackled evilly even as Nico held up his Stygian Iron sword threateningly towards them. His black converse shoes stepped on the various sizes of bricks, making a crunch with every step. There were about half a dozen of them, sometimes merging into two larger spirits but mostly staying as six.

Nico cursed silently as he caught sight of the flames licking around the gigantic hole in the wall. Earlier, he had sensed a powerful aura in this school and decided to investigate, in hopes of discovering a demigod. However, instead of finding a demigod, he found six storm spirits posing as high school students. They weren't doing anything wrong then but who knows what they have or will do in the future. Besides, why were they imposing as students in the first place?

Just then, the fire alarm sounded, piercing the otherwise silent air. Water sprinkled from the ceiling and Nico leaped forward towards the storm spirits, effectively slaying one of them before they even noticed him moving.

The remaining five hissed and poisonous air erupted from their mouths as they split up. Dodging the soiled air, Nico jumped backwards. He weighed his options; he could leave right now before the mortal police arrive or finish off the storm spirits as quickly as possible.

That could be a problem, Nico mused to himself, eying the separated storm spirits. They flew around the vicinity as if taunting Nico at his limited choices.

One of them formed a male face, handsome yet evil at the same time. He jeered at Nico, "Well, son of Hades? Kill or flee?" Behind, the other four laughed gleefully.

Nico scowled and raised his sword in response - a demigod never flees. The storm spirit with a face raised an eyebrow in mild surprise before backing away.

"Poor choice." The storm spirit sneered as it continued to circle around Nico. The storm spirits prepared to attack Nico when there was a soft gasping sound from behind.

What?

Nico's jaw dropped as he noticed an unconscious girl lying on the floor. Her arm was thrown hazardously thrown over her face and her midnight black hair spread out on the floor. The only signs of life were the earlier gasp of breath and the weak up and down movements of her chest.

"Ooh, dinner." One storm spirit leered, eying the girl with lustful interest. It changed into a human boy, looking dreadfully handsome with an evil smirk. The storm spirit zoomed towards the girl, his smirk wider than ever.

The insane part of Nico's brain started screaming stop him, stop him now demanding for Nico to rescue the girl at all costs. He had no idea who the girl was or why she was so important but the biggest concerning right then was stopping the storm spirit from reaching her.

"No!" Nico yelled as his mind went blank with adrenaline.

Unwittingly, he summoned the shadows and melted into them. He reappeared again by the girl's side and with a tight grip on her hand, disappeared again into darkness, the shrieks of defeat of the storm spirits echoing behind him.

— ❄ —

His eyes flew open as his lips slowly curled up into a twisted smile. His fingers danced around his chin as he mused thoughtfully at what he just knew.

"My, my." His voice was full of amusement and a short bark of laughter escaped his lips. "What a gamble you play, dear ones. With such high stakes, as well."

He stood up from his throne, approaching the window which showed nothing but clear, blue sky. His robes were pure white with red trimmings.

The god's eyes twinkled with glee as he murmured, "The Fates has chose to entwine the destinies of two powerful individuals with a road of tragedy ahead. My, my, what a show to expect."

The wind carried his last words out of the window and into the sky but they are soon gone, just like always.

— ❄ —

Hi /waves awkwardly/ so this is my re-attempt at writing a Nico story. I admit I was unsure how to continue with the other story since Nico was - you know - gay and my OC's a girl... /sighs/ I have no problem with homosexuality, okay? (You have no idea how much I support it hahaha) so I got the brilliant idea of making him bisexual xD