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Chapter 4: The Circle of Life

Nico POV

Soundtrack: Bad Reputation by Shawn Mendes

At 10:50 sharp, I found myself seated around one of the sketchy-looking round tables in the Disney Restaurant, waiting for our leader to arrive.

A scheduled meeting such as this was uncommon due to high risk of discovery, but behind the hoods, masks, and makeup donned by my fellow gang members, I knew for certain Elsa, Robin, Jasmine & Aladdin were present.

Sitting in a tense circle, not moving a muscle yet ready for any possible danger, we bowed our heads in respect when Simba strode into the room with all the authority and grace of the leader of a pride of lions.

Simba was a tall, broad shouldered man with golden skin and a mane of loose, flowy brown hair. He held and conducted himself like a prince, yet all in the company knew his "claws" would appear to maul any he saw as a threat.

"Now, the matter we are here to discuss is the raid at the arms house and any new recruits those Protectors may have." Simba started, sitting regally at a space reserved for him at the table, and spitting the word Protectors like it was the foulest dirt on the bottom of his expensive Italian shoes.

"Ice Queen, Heartbreaker, Angel from Hell. A report." Simba demanded.

"They threatened one of our members with family, and sent him to hide much of the weapons in the nearby vicinity. Then they sent one of their Protectors to dispose of our leak and uncover the weapons." Robin spoke up respectfully, carefully inching around the identity of the member the Protectors sent.

There was baffled silence round the table as the members contemplated the contrasting goals the Protectors were trying for.

"They may just be trying to confuse us, but I doubt they would go to such great lengths for a simple diversion." Elsa clarified, dismissing the option.

"Who was the one sent to dispatch our leak?" Simba questioned.

Silence.

"The Devil's Princess." Aladdin spoke up, and even the name spoke of impending trouble.

"Dreamworks has a new recruit. The Devil's Princess. We saw her initiation assessments. Accuracy accurate to perfection, reflexes and speed as advanced as our own Angel from Hell, and she broke all ten of Santa's fingers in a hand-to-hand combat." Jasmine continued, sending me a sideways glance. My speed and stealth were legendary in the company.

Aladdin and Jasmine. One a poor city boy having nothing when coming to Santa Maria, but able to outrun, outwit, and outcharm his way out of every sticky situation he found himself in: Aladdin.

The other: an Indian royal, daughter of a prestigious and deadly arms dealer all the way in New Delhi, sent to the city to manage the trade between her father's company and Santa Maria: Jasmine.

Theirs was a forbidden love, and they were the double agents of the company. They were originally recruited by our company, but asked to join the Protectors for insider information.

Nobody said it, but we all knew this girl spelled trouble.

Elsa, Robin and I didn't mention the personality and innocent method in which the princess "dispatched" our leak. Such information would be used against the girl.

"Is the warehouse job part of the initiation? " Simba pondered, resting his chin on his gently clasped hands.

Oh. Yeah. That makes sense. Why didn't I think of that?

You could see the understanding dawning upon each of the members' faces like a lightbulb going 'bing!'

This is why Simba is our leader.

"Just like the Protectors of the Moon. Deceive your members, organize a whole setup situation, and as them to 'dispatch' one of the enemy." Simba concluded with disgust.

"Now, every single member sitting around this table should take means to find out who this Devil's Princess is. By the next meeting, I want a complete profile of who this girl is." Simba told us, motioning to me and dismissing the rest.

The meeting only lasted at most 5 minutes, that was how risky it was.

"Boss." I greeted respectfully and slightly sarcastically, internally berating myself for my snarkiness.

"Nico." Simba returned, scowling at me. I wasn't exactly a favourite of the boss.

"Big Hero 6 needs you and Merida to help test out the new rock-climbing lava wall. I would suggest someone else, but we can't risk someone else's neck." my 'boss' said, his razor sharp nails drumming on the table.

Of course.

"Merida will be testing you as well. Meet her in the Dreamworks training room in 30 minutes. I, on the other hand, will be eating lunch with my wife and my parents." Simba said. If he had longer hair, I would have sworn he would have graced me with a hair flip.

"Yes boss, hope you have a wonderful lunch." I smiled angelically, wishing his lunch would be interrupted by mosquitos and kids… or pomegranates.

Simba sauntered away with the grace of a leader of a pack. He was an excellent leader, and I was an overly sarcastic yet high-ability second of the gang. It was a wonder he hadn't mauled me to shreds yet.

I sighed at my misfortune dejectedly and trudged to the training centre a couple of alleyways across from the Restaurant, in the "Intelligence and Research Centre of our side of the city.

The training room was a work of art. It wasn't simply a block of high-tech equipment with mediocre surveillance. Although it acted as the Legendaries' base, it was also a university campus. For Disney kids. The education was the top of Santa Maria, with Tadashi and Hiro Hamada, barely out of university themselves, but certified scientific and technological geniuses, as main supervisors.

Round every bend there was a new experiment, technology, or project being experimented with. Some had very disastrous outcomes.

Due to this, the training centre also had the best emergency drills.

I made my way to Tadashi's and Hiro's lab, opening the door to find various curious-looking mechanisms, high-tech deadly weapons, a colossal and detailed lava wall, Merida, and the Big Hero 6.

"Hey, squirt." Gogo greeted, blowing a bubble of gum. Her purplish black hair fitted in with the rest of her outfit. Combat boots, leather jacket, you get the gist of it.

"Hey, Gogo, Honey Lemon, Wasabi, Fred, Tadashi, Hiro, Baymax." I waved, smiling at the odd group they made.

"Ya' just forget bout' me, huh?" Merida punched my shoulder, her red frizzy hair suffocating and blocking my view for a second.

"Merida get that monster out of my face." I told her, smirking at the 'small but mighty' Scottish redhead.

"Oh sorry… I meant the hair." I corrected myself, dodging the second punch.

"Those brainacs are settin' stuff up' still." Merida explained, gesturing to the curious group gathered around a series of laptops, 3-D electronic models, and a lot of buttons.

I looked over to where Wasabi was waving his arms madly, something about 'safety procedures', while Honey Lemon, with her round glasses, yellow-pink high heels, and phone out, wanted to add more colour and spontaneous bursts of sticky bubbles. Gogo was leaning against the wall, looking bored while shooting every idea Wasabi had down, and Fred was… rocking his mascot suit. Tadashi and Hiro, brothers of incredible genius, were actually modifying the lava wall, heads together and talking animatedly. Baymax was fixing his air leaks next to a table filled with tape, created especially for the robot.

"Meh." I concluded, already bored.

"So…how's the sister?" Merida inquired, always curious about Bianca.

"She's ok… how are the triplets?" I returned, slightly fearful of the three toddler redheaded rascals, master troublemakers and the bane of Merida's existence.

"Horrendous' as usual. Ya know, you shouln't be so crazy over your sis', if anythin' happens to her its not yer' fault."

Black edged closer and closer in my eyes, and my breathing quickened, my lungs tightening and my head spinning.

Your fault…your fault…Whatever happens to them…

You could have stopped it… your fault…

"Nico? Nico?! Nico what's happening?" I distantly saw the blurry outline of Merida's frantic figure, then my mind succumbed to the darkness, where the accusation of my own conscience lay in wait.

"Nico, we need to tell you something..."Percy and Annabeth sat on the ratty couch, their expressions serious.

Nico glanced at 'Wise Girl' and 'Seaweed Brain', and their intertwined hands. He glanced at the clock, wishing they would leave. 7:46

"I don't have time right now, I have to go." Nico replied bitingly.

A flash of hurt appeared in their grey and sea-green eyes.

"Nico, please, this is important." Annabeth Chase pleaded, clutching onto her boyfriend's hand like her lifeline.

"I have to go." Nico choked out, heading towards the door.

"Nico please!" Percy Jackson yelled, leaping to his feet.

The door slammed closed.

The next day, an article was written in the Manhattan newspapers:

ANNABETH CHASE AND PERCY JACKSON

Missing since yesterday, 8:00

Evidence: Last seen, both jumping into an 'unswimmable' channel, bodies lost.

Status: "MISSING"

After another week, the newspaper was changed.

ANNABETH CHASE AND PERCY JACKSON

Case: Closed

Status: "DECEASED"

I sat up with a start, and promptly hit my forehead.

"Owww, that was my forehead, Nico!" Hiro groaned, clutching his head in his hands.

I was still in the training room, lying on a feathery bed. A bed? How did that get here? Well… you never knew with Big Hero 6.

The crew sat around me, silent but obviously worried at another of my spontaneous flashbacks.

My head pounded and I instantly lay down again.

"Nico, I'll do the lave wall, just go home." Merida told me, fidgeting and obviously wanting to ask me why I still suffered from PTSD after the last time I told her I got over it.

I nodded, my eyes burning with an intense pain as I rested my eyelids, mentally praying the darkness wouldn't consume me.

Sorry this chapter was boring but necesscary...

hope you liked it :)

Next chapter have Jelsa so (yayyyy)

~NattyBooBoo