Summary: Nico goes to another, older demigod's house to see if that demigod's children are demigods. He expected grumpy teenagers. He expected unhappiness. But what he didn't expect will change his life forever.
A/N: You know how, in PJO, Percy and Nico are considered cousins because their dads are brothers? Yeah, well, it's not like that in this fanfic. Sorry. I think I stloe the idea of this story from another story. I'm sorry, but you had a really good idea. I'd give you credit if I could only remember the title of your story. So, if you're reading this and it has the same idea as your story, just let me know and I'll give you credit for it. Oh, and I need at least 2 reviews before I begin writing another chapter. Keep reviewing!
Nico POV
Chiron began walking toward me. I was sitting at the breakfast table, alone as usual."Nico, we need to talk," he said to me. I stood up and threw my lunch out. We began walking.
"Alright, so what did you want to talk to me about?" I was expecting the worst. When Chiron says 'We need to talk', it's normally about something really important. Mainly something dangerous. Often involving something deadly.
"I need you to go to a friend of mine, " Chiron began, " And see if his children are like you." He looked at me to see my expression. But he wouldn't find anything. Hades children learn to hide their emotions at a very early age, seeing as it is a survival technique of ours.
"What do you mean 'like me'?" Does he mean Hades children, or kids who have lost their siblings, or... The possibilities were endless.
"I mean demigods." Oh. Wow. I'm stupid. Of course his friend was a demigod.
"What god is he from?" Hera, Aphrodite, Athena?
"He's from Zeus. His name is John and I need you to go over to their house as soon as possible and live with them. You will go to school, eat at the dinner table, and do chores. It will be like a normal family. They live on 126 Maple Street in the city, and your cover is that you're their cousin, visiting while your parents are out of town. Any questions?"
I shook my head. With Chiron, it's best to always say you have no questions, otherwise he'll go into an hour-long lecture. And with that, I was off to the city.
1 Hour Later
I was standing on line, waiting to buy my train ticket. And let me tell you, it's taking forever! The big guy in front of me was struggling to get his money out of his wallet. It was, apparently, a difficult task for him seeing as how big and meaty his hands were. He finally pulled it out, got his card, and went to get on the train. I stepped up. "One ticket, please," I mumbled as I handed over the money. The woman selling the tickets gave me the ticket and I walked over to the matching platform. After about five minutes, the train pulled up and I got on. I put my luggage in the basket on top of my seat, and sat down, listening to my iPod. After an hour and a half, the train pulled into Penn Station. I got out, and stepped onto the subway. There were no more seats, so I grabbed onto the pole and waited. A half hour later and I was in a cab on my way to 126 Maple Street. Gratefully, he knew the family, so I didn't have to navigate.
He stopped the car and I realized that we were there. I gave him the money, which never seemed to run out as long as you went to Half-Blood Hill for camp. The house was nice, and spacious. They had a bid yard, with a pool in the back. The house itself was a beige color, and looked like an old victorian house that had been updated with new paint and gardening.
I walked up the winding stone steps to the giant oak wood double doors. I used the knocker that said 'Moore' on it. A few seconds later I heard footsteps and a fit man with wavy brown hair opened the door.
"You must be Nico," he said to me.
"Last time I checked," I said back to him.
"Well, come on in. I'm John. I'll show you to your room and you can unpack, then we can start with the introductions." Well, he seems friendly enough. I stepped into the house. It was huge. Like, so huge that it makes the biggest hotel in the world look small. It looked a loot smaller on the outside. John began walking over in to another room, passing a girl about 16 along the way. She had straight, jet black hair and a pale complexion. She looked like the kind of girl people call emo. People like me. John said to the girl, "Azrael, did you do your homework like I asked?"
"Yes, dad," Azrael said, exasperated. John made a turn, and I followed. He stopped in front of an elevator and pressed the up button. The doors immediately opened, and we stepped inside. He pressed the number 18 and the doors closed and we shot up.
The doors opened again and we stepped out. John led me down a long hallway and made a turn. Then another one. And finally he stopped ion front of black double doors.
"Your room," he said, making a gesture. I opened the doors and walked into the room. There was a huge black bed and black carpeting. The room had gray walls and a big walk-in closet. I opened another door leading out of the room and saw a bathroom. It also had gray walls and black appliances. There was black tile on the floor and a huge black deluxe shower.
"Wow", was pretty much all I could say. "Thank you. So when does school start?"
"Tomorow," John answered. "Let me know when you're done unpacking. Do you remember how to get back to where Azrael was?" When I nodded my head he said, "Make a right and you'll be in the kitchen. We're having hambugers tonight. I'll give the introductions." And with that, he walked out of the room, leaving me feeling lost in a place made for me.