A/N: Gomensai! This is a very bad chapter. I was writing it with my brother yelling into my ear in the car... Anyways, enjoy! ^u^

"Okay, okay, No need bringing your daddy into this."

"Who're you talking about?" a voice behind the two asked. Jason and Percy slowly turned around, to come face to face to the smaller demigod.

"What're you doing here?" Jason asked back softly.

"You don't want me here?" Nico asked cautiously.

"Aren't you suppose to be in the infirmary?"

"Do you not want me here?" Nico asked again, a little less careful this time.

"Aren't you tired? Does it hurt anywhere?" Percy cut in their conversation, running his eyes over the half-Italian's body for any injuries (and maybe some other causes).

"Why're you answering all my questions with questions?"

"I don't know." Jason answered back with a shrug.

"So, who were you talking about?"

"Oh, um," Jason hesitated for a bit. "My dad."

"Do you do that often?" Innocent brown eyes met knowing sky-blue ones.

"I... Guess? I mean, I don't meet him often, and him being the god of the skies and the Olympians, I don't really think of him as a... Dad."

"God of the skies and... Oh, oh, you mean Zeus?"

"Uh, yea. Zeus. Jupiter."

"So, Nico, what are you doing here?"Percy interjected.

The fifteen-year-old hesitated visibly, something that the old Nico wouldn't do. Percy mentally smacked himself at the thought. This is Nico. Just... Not here. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you."

"Really?"

"I guess this is my cue to leave. See you guys tomorrow morning."

The blonde waved over his shoulder as he quickly left the Poseidon cabin.

"So," (much akwardness on Percy's part) "what do you need to tell me?"

"You're Perseus-"

"Percy."

"Jackson, right?" he continued with a nod. "I... Actually, I remembered more than just Camp Half-Blood."

"You lied to Chiron and the rest?" The son of Poseidon raised an eyebrow, earning a blush from the younger demigod. All Percy could think was, 'Wow. He looks cu- different. He should do that more often.'

"I didn't lie. You just implied it."

"Yea?"

"Yes. Now, I remembered two things after finding myself on the banks of the river. Camp Half-Blood and Bianca." Nico told Percy, matter-of-factly. It took a few minutes to sink in; when it finally did, the latter froze.

"B-bianca, huh?"

"Yea, and I felt that you were the one to know." Nico looked up the six inches that he was missing, meeting Percy's eyes. He was confused by the saddened and nostalgic look in the sea-green eyes.

Percy ruffled ebony-black hair.

"You're a good kid, Nico." The younger demigod was once again confused by the gesture.

"What do you me-" Percy cut him off in a body-crushing hug.

"Don't change. Please. For me." Nico blinked. Change? Change into what? A monster? For him? Why? A million-plus questions ran through his head, but he asked one that he really wanted, no needed, to know.

"Can you tell me more about myself?"

"Huh?"

"I mean," Nico scratched his head nervously. "I don't know much about myself, so can you like, tell me? I don't remember anything. I didn't even know my real name down at the river." Percy noticed that the young teen remembered Bianca, but not his own name. A fresh, new tide of guilt washed over his heart (no pun intended). How much place did his past sister have in his heart? So that he would remember her rather than himself?

"Let's see. Your name is Nico di Angelo. You usually wear black. You're 5'6. You're kinda antisocial, you ha-"

"Other than that. Like my personality. I don't know who I am. It sounds kinda weird, but I want an identity. Someone that I can be." Nico looked up from his shoes. "And doesn't di Angelo mean the angel? In... Italian? How'd I know that?"

"Well, it's your name, and you're Italian, half-Italian, so I mean... I guess you would know since you know the language."

"Huh. Then what's the other half?"

"Excuse me? What other half?"

"You said that I was half-Italian. What's my other half?"

"God." Percy didn't hesitate to say it. Nico deserved to know who he actually was, and this feeling came from experience. "Half Olympian god. Your father is Hades."

"God of... The underworld, right?" The brunette nodded. "Then who's your father?"

"Poseidon, god of the sea."

"Cool, then can you surf really well?" A rush of dejavu hit Percy.

"I guess. I can bodyboard?"

"Didn't Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades fight a lot? Did Jason, you and me get into big fights?"

"Not really... I mean, we fought once, Jason and I fought once. I'm not sure about you and Jason, though."

There was a moment of silence between them, everything but the rush of water from the cabin fountain in the Poseidon cabin.

"There's something about Jason. He knows something. That I know. A secret, with a god of love?"

"Aphrodite?"

"No, but," he hesitated, something that he did a lot since 'the river incident'. "he knows something."

"Do you want me to get him?"

"N-no, it's fine. I got it!" Percy nearly jumped three feet at that.

"Got what?"

"Cupid!"

"Got Cupid? Cupid, the god of l- oh."

"Leo? The Latino elf?"

"Huh? Latino elf?"

"Yea, and he's got ears like that. I mean, he's the shortest out of you guys."

"Actually, that would be you, since you are also part of our group."Nico frowned. "Something wrong?"

"What is our group?"

"Um, the ones at Camp Half-Blood are you, me, Jason, elf, Piper, Annab- what?" The son of Hades burst out laughing.

"You called him the elf!"

"Oh yea. I did." Percy displayed mock horror on his face. "You made me."

"It's not my fault you're so gullible. Is that a word?"Nico pronounced the questioned word gill-ee-ble. 'Wow, that's cute. He's cute. Wait, what?' Percy ignored his thumping heart as he avoided the question.

"I'm dyslexic and ADHD. Don't ask me." A knock interrupted them.

"There's sword practice right now," Jason's voice called through the door, "you're gonna miss it. Oh, and Percy? Almost the whole camp bet on us?"

Percy opened the door.

"For what?"

"On who's gonna win. You or me."

"What are the odds?"

" 'Bout half-half, but I've got the Ares cabin on my side and the Athena side."

"Man, that's not fair. You got both war cabins. I'm so much of a better swordsman."

"Egotistic, much? So who're you voting for, Nico?"

"Ummm, I'm choosing... Percy?"He looked more confused that Jason, who had complete understanding on his face, like he predicted that was going to happen.

"Then let's go."