Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson characters and setting as implied in this fanfiction. All rights go to Rick Riordan.
(pv. Percy_BlackAdder) is the original writer of this fanfic, and there are quite a lot of the original parts will be heavily edited to fit in the plot that I've created based on the original! I legally adopted this story from her, so you really can't accuse me of stealing this. :P
Also, some characters might be OOC. Sorry about that. The UD for Saving Percy would be just as irregular as The Lost Heroine after all the preset chapters are uploaded. Meaning, I would only post when I have something to post.
Officially crossposted on under the username, AsiaMoonfield.
I hope you guys enjoy :)
~kishia/asia (AsiaMoonfield)
Exactly four months beforeNico di Angelo's birthday, a new student arrived at Goode. A new student wasn't a common thing, even more so in the middle of the year, and it certainly wasn't expected to be anyone who's anything near as to how sad he was.
Nico came into school with his head held high, black eyes surveying the students around him like he's a man on a mission in a club. Looking around at the milling students he spotted his first target. It was a nervous book nerd with matted, mousse brown hair. He winked subtly, almost unnoticed by the crowd. The girl, however, sees this. In return, the girl blushed and looked away, scurrying to one of the adjacent halls.
Nico smirked, slightly shaking his head. Cute. But not really his type. Pfft. Who was he kidding? Girls weren't really his types. He just likes messing around with them through winks and smiles. Just flirting, see, and when some unfortunate soul confesses an undying love to him, he'd crush their hearts the way he'd crush a grape with his white teeth.
Well, it wasn't really his fault for being that one lovable boy with the good looks. And it wasn't his fault that he had a higher liking on guys than girls although in this damned society it should be the other way around.
"Faggot," a voice snarled as he strolled past.
Nico laughed, brushing the word off his system. He got used to it through the years.
"We go through this everyday, Thalia." The boy sang as he faced her, a smile unwavering. "Your just jealous that I get all the hottest boys."
Their days always went on like this- he'd throw an insult, Thalia would throw something back. But today, Thalia merely curled her lip and made no comment. Nico didn't mind the sudden change. Albeit it was suspicious that Thalia wouldn't attack him like she usually did. One enemy on hiatus today. Good.
Just a few paces ahead of Nico was his group of friends, all waiting for him. Waving at them with a grin, he caught sight of Juniper's red hair- newly styled and fits her nicely. He desperately wanted to complement her on it. But today, fate had other plans for him.
He crashed into a looming shape that sent him flying backwards. After a yelp, his butt hit the dirty marble floor. A crashing sound of books and the culprit who also tripped followed.
"Hey, I-" His apology was cut short when he saw who he had walked in: the culprit was a boy he'd never seen before, sitting a few feet away on the floor with books spread around him.
Nearly a million thoughts rushed in Nico's mind once he laid his eyes on the stranger.
The boy was gorgeous. He had hair darker than the dead of the night, his skin an ivory pale but had a strange kind of gleam, like it used to strive in a sun-kissed color. Lean and muscular, but not too overwhelming and bulky; just the perfect amount. He had high cheek bones and a chiseled face, clearly sculpted by the gods. Thick black lashes framed on his eyes- oh, those eyes! A giddy feeling bubbled in his stomach. They were the colors of the ocean- seaweed green, crystalline irises subtly flecked with lapis lazuli. Once the boy caught him staring- in that split second- an odd cloud of uncertainty dampened the sparkle of his eyes, like pools of tears Nico couldn't discern as real or a trick of the light.
The boy then averted his gaze from him.
But that didn't stop the admiration Nico felt from just looking at him. This stranger should see how Nico looked at him- like he was the ocean, and Nico's desperate to drown.
"Sorry about that, I'm such a klutz." Nico laughed, trying to cut the silence between them. He knew he'd gaze into his eyes for quite a few seconds- what an epic mistake. He was just . . . Distracted. His eyes were beautiful- he himself was beautiful. Gorgeous. Handsome. And everything in between. An It Boy material, in Nico's opinion. How come no one would notice the wonder of it?
Picking up the boy's books, Nico put his best smile on show. The guy didn't seem affected one bit, focusing on the books only and not laying a glance at Nico. Again.
"I'm Nico. Nico Di Angelo." He waited for him to reply but he didn't. He felt like someone had just poked his chest with a hypodermic needle and injected him with a slow-acting poison.
"Hey, don't be shy," Nico continued in a soothing tone. Resisting the urge to tangle the boy's hair in his fingers, he said, "Tell me your name."
The boy visibly shivered, rose to his feet, and ran off.
Nico could only blink, feeling a something on his right hand he didn't know he was holding. Looking at the object, he realized he hadn't given him his Ancient Greece textbook yet . . .
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"And his eyes! Did I tell you how beautiful his eyes were?"
It was already lunch, and Nico's group sat in the shade of some large trees at the back of the school field.
"Yes, Neeks," Leo whined, adding a roll of his eyes. "Three times already!" One could easily think that he was a Hispanic boy, with the color of his- a color reminding him of chocolate- the impish face and curly brown hair.
Nico leaned on the back of his chair, a dreamy sigh escaping his lips. "I'm so going to make him mine." There was no shred of doubt in his voice. His five friends just looked at him, their eyes telling Nico that they weren't sure what to say next. Heh. They're usually like that- and just like Thalia's daily jabs of insults he'd gotten used to it.
"He might not be gay, though." That was her half-sister Hazel, speaking. No one would really think of them as siblings; at first glance, that is. Pretty curls framed her face stuffed with a bit of baby fat, her eyes startlingly gold and sharp like a cat's. With a wave of his hand, Nico brushed her negative comment off.
"Seriously, guys," Nico looked at their eyes one by one, a gleam of confidence shining on it. He could tell it from his reflection on their eyes. "What matters is that he's hot and I want at least one kiss before Christmas break!"
In a moment shortly, Nico caught the all-too familiar gleam on Leo's bright eyes. No way he'd raised a-
"That's a bet?" Leo mocked, a mischievous grin on his face.
Nico buried his face in his hands and groaned loudly. "No."
And he tried, for the rest of their lunch break, to convince them otherwise but they knew nothing could stop Leo and his cracked ideas once it's out. Nico ended up betting that he could get a kiss from the strange boy by Christmas break for one hundred dollars. He sent whoever god could be listening to troublemakers like him a prayer since he didn't have anything close to one hundred dollars.
At that moment, Nico's just blissfully unaware that the money would be the last of his problems.
