So, here's the first chappie. I like it. It was kind of sad to write. So, yeah. Nico. :( I love him. Anyway. Onto the story.
Disclaimer: I don't own Nico, he belongs to Rick Rioran. I'm not sure whether I own this idea or not. I'm assuming so... but who knows?
Nico: First to Go
They told him he didn't die a hero's death. He killed himself, decided life wasn't worth living. He was just a scared seventeen-year-old boy. A coward. And yet, they let him into Elysium without a second thought. He didn't understand. He had watched the images on the screen, his life that had passed, and realized that this was what others saw. He could finally understand why the others were scared of him. He would be scared of him too.
Did he really wear that much black? Did he always glare like that? Was he always that pale? He didn't realize. He was so busy being lost in his own abyss of sadness, he never even noticed that girl either. What was her name again? Oh yes. Lili Makie. Daughter of Apollo. She was pretty, but, now he was dead. He would never get to know her.
The judges said that if he hadn't taken his life, she would have ended up his wife. He would have realized that Percy was just an infatuation. He didn't want to think about that now. He was just about to enter the "happiest place in the Underworld." Alone. His mother was dead, no clue what had happened to her. Bianca had been reborn. His friends were still alive. Nico wasn't very happy. In fact, he was more alone than ever.
Nico sighed, and stared through the golden gates. This was it. He was about to enter Elysium. "Guess I was a hero after all." he mumbled. He pushed through the gates, and into the wonderland. It was beautiful. Nico looked down at his black jeans and shirt, and felt out of place. He didn't belong here. He didn't belong anywhere.
There was a shout of "Nico?!" and he was almost knocked over from a hug. His attacker pulled away to reveal... Bianca?
"I... I thought you were reborn?" Nico asked, slightly confused. Bianca smile sadly.
"So did I. Father cares much more than he likes to admit. He caught me before I could step into the Lethe. So here I am. I am happy I was here to greet you." Bianca stood back, and looked him over. She frowned.
"You're so young." she whispered. "Too young." She looked at him sharply. "How did it happen? How did you die?" she asked. He paled; he wasn't planning on knowing anyone, let alone telling anyone how he died.
"I..." he started, then paused. He could make something up, something that wouldn't hurt her as much. But... he couldn't lie to Bianca. He never could. "I killed myself." he muttered. He expected her to berate him, or yell. Instead, she surprised him, crushing him in a hug.
A few moments later, she pulled away. "Would you like to meet Mama?" she asked. Nico nodded, and Bianca pulled him through the streets of Elysium. The ground beneath their feet change from a dirt footpath, to a pristine sidewalk, to cobblestone path. They reached a neighborhood called "Godly Acres," with beautiful homes lining the streets.
"This is where the beloved ex-wives of the gods live." said Bianca, turning to Nico. He looked around at the grand homes, each of which with a large yard between the street and the front door. He could definitely imagine someone like Sally Jackson living here after her demise. Bianca led him a few houses down, to a large Victorian style home. Painted neatly on the pitch black door was "di Angelo, Levesque" in cursive, with white paint.
"Levesque?" Nico asked, lifting his head, "As in Hazel?" Bianca nodded, and twisted the knob of the door.
"I told Mama about Marie, and she marched into Papa's palace to demand she come join us," said Bianca, "It took a few months to find her in the Field of Asphodel. As soon as she was found, she moved in with us." The two stepped into the foyer of the house.
"Mama? We're home!" called Bianca. A woman bustled into the foyer, with long dark brown hair piled onto the top of her head. She had tanned olive skin, and dark brown eyes. When she spoke, she had an obvious Italian accent. She chose her words carefully, English obviously not her first language.
"Who is we, Bianca?" she asked, looking to her daughter. Her eyes lightened when she saw Nico standing next to. She hurried over to him, and enfolded him in a hug. "Nico!" she cried, "Mio cara figilio!"(A/N: Translation- My dear son!)
Nico wrapped his arms around his mother, smiling into her shoulder. The three – and eventually Marie Levesque – spent the day getting acquainted, and Nico was not ashamed to say he fell asleep in his mother's lap. The next morning, he and Bianca settled on the couch to watch the 'ElyteTV.' They could use this television could keep their eyes on whoever they wanted in the living world. Nico had a frightening thought as he sat next to his sister. He had the one honor no hero would want. Of the heroes of Olympus, he was the first to go.
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Lee