Set right after Nico sees Percy show up at New Rome. A little angsty thing I thought up.
Word Count: 315
Warnings: Slash if you squint.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own the book series' Percy Jackson and the Olympians or the Heroes of Olympus.
Nico's POV
Percy Jackson.
That's who you are, isn't it? The incredible son of Poseidon? Sorry, Neptune.
Because you're a son of Neptune here, not Poseidon.
They call you a Greek like its a curse. The ghosts of Rome do. But they're afraid to say a word to me. They're afraid of the son of Hades. Sorry, Pluto.
Because I'm a son of Pluto here, not Hades. An ambassador is what they call me.
I was there when you crossed the river. I watched as you came with Hera―no Juno―in your arms.
I couldn't believe my eyes, though. You were there. You were alive. I almost couldn't contain myself.
Then I remembered.
Of course you're alive. I can tell when people die and you never died.
Hazel didn't know. She didn't know that I already knew you. So she introduced us, but when I saw your face, I wanted to cry. I wanted to rush forward and hug you, and you know I don't hug anyone.
You looked confused. Your eyes were wild. You weren't the carefree person I used to know, and it killed me.
That's how we got to where we are now. Hazel tells me your name and then tells you mine.
You look at me like I'm from another planet. Like I'm a foreigner trespassing into your mind.
But that's okay.
"I-I know you," You say.
I raise my eyebrows at you, feigning innocence. "Do you?"
And it kills me. I want to yell at you. I want to grab your shoulders and shake you. I want to scream at you to remember. But I can't. I swore on the river Styx not to. If I say anything about your old life, about Halfblood Hill, about any Greek gods, I'll die on the spot.
So for now, I don't know you. And you don't know me.
And it kills me.