I don't own Percy Jackson

Nico's POV

Being Death has it's draw backs, like being called the grim reaper. Seriously, who the fuck came up with that shit. It makes me sound like a sad farmer, I steal people's souls after they die and place them where they belong, very much not a sad farmer. In the Underworld, I work under my father, the king of the Underworld. King Hades has no social skills, although none of the horsemen have any, growing under Hades and only ever having contact with one another and those who we have to come in contact with for our jobs.

I never had any issues with being Death, except the name of course. I went to work everyday and went back to the Underworld where I had an apartment. I worked and then I went back to the Underworld, day after day. Everything was perfect and fine until that kid showed up.

His first oddity, he could see me. His second oddity, people kept dying around him. His third oddity, he had gained the attention of one of the four horseman. His fourth oddity, he was never far from my mind.

I wasn't sure what to think of the seven year old kid who's mother had just died. He was holding her, trying to wake her up and I could see the tie that bound their souls, his mothers dark blue curled around his own light blue, cradling and protecting it. I had to pull hers out from under his and I could visibly see how much it hurt both of them to break the bond, but she had died. He could see me though, he had even yelled at me. He was unique in that sense.

Three years later, his stepfather died. At ten years old he could still see me, although this time his soul was damaged. The light blue light that he held was shifting and moving like a storm right below his skin, and it settled a bit when his stepfathers soul left his body. The storm calmed with the rotten mans death, like it had been waiting for that exact moment. The tension that surrounded the boy eased momentarily even with a dead body in the room.

The attention of any of the horsemen is unsettling. Death is perhaps the last one you want to be attracting, because Death is literally following you around. After his stepfather's death I watched over him, knowing just how much danger that put him in, the storm he held intrigued me. The storm raged for awhile before he was put into the foster system with Luke, that's when I learned his name, because Luke was always calling out to the boy. Percy, it suited him, and when he was in the foster system he seemed to heal to an extent. Luke removed some of the pain from his childhood, from his mothers death. Percy had a family, and I was jealous of Luke. I found myself wishing to take care of Percy. I felt protective of Percy, like he was mine, even when he certainly wasn't.

Then Luke died when Percy was eleven. Pure chance and coincidence, of course. Luke was struck by lightning, struck down by pure chance. After taking Percy's first kiss,while I was watching, he was dead. It may have been my fault, rage had coursed through me when Luke's lips had touched my pure innocent Percy. It wasn't on purpose. It was definitely my fault Then Luke was dead. Percy's soul reached out and clung to Luke's, his last attempt to not lose his only family again. I yanked Luke's soul away from Percy's, making Percy let go, even if he didn't really understand he was clinging so tightly.

I followed after him for six years after that. I watched as his foster parents rejected him like a virus after Luke's death. He was passed back into the system, no one to fend for him this time. Luke had protected Percy, and he was gone. The storm came back full force. Raging underneath his skin begging to be let out. He began cutting at the age of thirteen. I couldn't stop it because he wasn't dead, and Death can't touch the living. Nobody died around him, I tried so hard to make sure that it didn't happen again.

He kept bringing himself to the brink and then someone would find him, someone would stop him. Take away his blade. They would bring him to the hospital and remove themselves from his life. He was 'poisonous'. He was damaged goods to all of them. Anytime that one of his foster parents found out about his dangerous habit, they would immediately throw him back into the system. Eventually people stopped taking him under their care.

He stayed at the orphanage for two more years. He was seventeen, and stunningly gorgeous. He had a tall lean body, beautiful sea green eyes, the hands of an artist, and bow shaped lips. Despite the beauty of the young boy, the workers at the orphanage couldn't handle him. So they ignored him, he was clearly depressed, yet they pretended that he didn't exist. Just another kid drifting through their halls. At seventeen he took his own life, smiling while he did so. I showed up, having been watching over him as he killed himself, unable to stop it because Death can't touch the living.

"Dammit Percy..." I said to him, frowning as I pulled his soul from his body, watching his soul materialize next to me. Just the same as his mothers had. As his abusive stepfathers had. Just as Luke's had. He looked ethereal, his stormy soul making his skin shift, blue, bright, and broken.

"Where am I going?" He asked me, keeping the peaceful easy smile that he had at death, even with his shifting broken skin. That was unlikely to change. As those that died stayed the same in their death, just as they were when they lived.

"With me," I said frowning at his dead body in front of me. I grabbed his hand gently, not wanting to break his already cracked soul in half, "come along Percy. It will be alright I promise, you just have to hold my hand." I could feel him tighten his hold on my hand. Immediately I pulled him into the Underworld. I felt like I knew him, he trusted me, even with never having officially meeting me. Trusting Death, how unsafe.

"Wow..." His eyes widened as he looked out at the Field of Asphodel. People drifted by us as we walked past to the gate of the castle. Percy watched them in wonder and intrigue, staring openly at the souls drifting past us. I opened the gate and pulled him through, letting it slam closed behind us, keeping the drifting souls at bay. I opened the door to my fathers throne room.

The other three horsemen stood in their spots beside my fathers throne, directly to the right of him was the empty spot that I occupied usually. Beside my spot stood War, known to us as Clarisse La Rue. To the left of my father stood Famine, known as Bianca Di Angelo, and Conquest, known as Annabeth Chase. I nodded to my father looking over to Percy, watching his reaction.

"Nico, why have you brought this boy into my throne room?" my father asked me. I watched as Percy's skin seemed to arch off his body, bristling at being called boy. It was the same thing that Gabe had called him, never by his name, only boy. I opened my mouth to respond but Percy beat me to it. I wanted to know if he could also see the other horsemen, and there was only one way to know.

"I don't intend to be rude sir, because you seem to be important here, but I'm not a boy. I'm male, but I've reached the age of seventeen." Percy said with a straight back and irritation in his voice. My fathers mouth quirked up.

"How many people do you see in this room with us?" my father asked Percy, catching onto what I intended to test.

"I'm sure that you can count the people in this room just as well as I can sir," Percy said with a confused expression," but there are six people here including us." All three of the horsemen's eyes widened. That proved it. He was rare. We weren't visible to the human eye. We weren't meant to be seen. But somehow Percy managed to see all of us.

"You are correct, I can count the amount of people just as well as you can. But you should not be able to count all six of the people in this room. In fact the only person in this room that you should be able to see is yourself." my father said, "so I have a question for you, why is it that you can see my horsemen?"

I could see the confusion in Percy's eyes. My fathers question made no sense unless you knew what the horsemen were. Or the answer to the question, that which Percy did not have.

"What do you mean sir? There are no horses here," Percy said, looking at Hades as though he were insane.

"So you don't know then," my father said, glaring at me, " You are all dismissed," he said looking at my fellow horsemen and me. They quickly bowed to him and filed out of the throne room, he nodded at me and I bowed before leaving the room without Percy.

-Percy's POV-

I didn't know what the guy on the menacing throne wanted but the best that I could assume was that it wasn't good, or really anything that I wanted to get into. My guardian angel had come to rescue me, and then he had brought me down to this strange place and left me with the dark menacing man. Leaving me after bringing me here.

"You can sit down," the voice from above me boomed. I looked up at him startled, and looked behind me to see a chair being pushed at my knees. I sat down as the man had requested.

"Why am I here?" I asked him. I knew that I was dead, or at least II thought I was. I certainly looked and felt different from when I had been alive. With my blue skin, shifting around like continents over water.

"You're dead, but you are different then most people. So my son brought you here to meet me, so we could understand the intrigue that you hold. You could see everyone in the room. Which would, or should mean that you are one of my horsemen. But you were human, and you are currently dead." He said, staring at me like I was some kind of lab experiment. I had seen the same look on my insane chemistry teachers face in tenth grade, right before he had put a dead frog in acid. To put it simply, it was unnerving.

"So what does that mean?" I asked him as he stood from his intimidating throne. I inched back and he walked closer to me. He kept sniffing the air. He seemed to be searching for something, like one of the bomb sniffing dogs that I had seen in a movie once. He seemed to find it once he was standing in front of me.

"Who was your father?"

"I didn't have a father, he left before I was born."

"I know exactly who you are and why you can see them." I was confused by his statement, why did he know who I was, he had only met me a few minutes ago and hadn't even asked for my name.

"You are the son of Poseidon." He said, his mouth opened into a wide grin. This guy was insane.

"Poseidon? Like the Greek god of the sea?" I asked him. He just grinned wider at me.

"Yes exactly that Poseidon, my dear nephew, and now you will stay here in the palace with me. You will learn of your heritage. Perhaps I'll keep you too, maybe Poseidon won't get you back. You are in my domain now." He was cackling by the end of his speech. I didn't know what to say to that.

A/N: So second chapter, hopefully you guys liked it. I'm not sure where I'm going with this yet, and I might change the pairing. I would appreciate it if you guys told me who you think would be good!(Not Percy/Annabeth) Leave a review if you feel like it!