Another chapter. Two in a day... that's never happened before. So this is also something very different. This has demigods, normal halfblood life, but revolves around two OCs instead. I guess you could say it's kind of a different concept than what I usually write.
This a story of literal love at first sight. The OC's are both halfbloods, as you'll find out. Canon characters will be mentioned later. Just read it, you'll see.
The day she came into his life was the best day of his life.
He was practically an idol amongst his fellow campers. Handsome, confident, strong, a skilled swordsman, and albeit a bit cocky, he was among the most popular people in the camp. Quite the flirt too.
His life seemed perfect, at the time, even though he was a demigod son of Hermes. He could have almost any girl he wanted, except for a select few, but that didn't matter because he didn't pursue girls for love, it was merely a game.
Then SHE came around.
And she didn't know it, but she shook his world with the utmost powerful thunder and turned it upside down, and inside out.
His life changed.
And she did it with a few simple words, that fated day when Dave Johnson decided to take a walk.
It had been a rather bad day for him. He'd started put by missing breakfast. Then his nemesis James, son of Aphrodite, had cleverly insulted him at lunch, causing a whole bout of people to laugh at him. He'd sulked back to his cabin, and after half an hour or so, he decided to take a short walk.
He had walked aimlessly around camp, and ended up on a random hill that overlooked the ocean and beach. It was quite, and the sun was starting to set.
He headed down the hill to the beach, and bumped into HER.
They both fell. He'd jumped to his feet almost immediately, as did she. He looked up and his eyes met hers.
And he instantly fell in love.
She was looking at him as well, a hint of concern etched on her beautiful face. The hood of the purple hoodie she was wearing fell down, and her shimmering, slightly wavy black hair cascaded down her back. Her pink lips looked soft and moist. Her vibrant electric purple eyes met his green ones, which now seemed duller in comparison. She was wearing black skinny jeans that hugged her legs in all the right places, and dark purple vans. Her dark purple hoodie was zipped up halfway and he could see the black tank top she wore underneath. She wore no jewelry, nail polish, or makeup but she had one black and one purple hair tie on her slender wrist.
So simple, yet so beautiful.
"I'm sorry. Are you alright?" she spoke with the voice of an angel, music to his ears. Her cool, soft, soothing voice.
He didn't say or do anything in response. He couldn't. He wanted to lose himself in those piercing eyes forever. They both stood, staring at each other as a soft soothing wind tousled her black tresses. He felt his breathing speed up a bit, and his heart hammering in his chest. His head was fogged, and his eyes were wide, staring at this seemingly perfect mysterious angel.
He felt heat rising to his cheeks and he fought desperately to hold it down, but to no avail.
The girl raised an eyebrow and waved a hand in front of his face. "Hello? Are you okay?" she asked again.
This time he managed to nod his head. The corner of her mouth quirked up amusedly ever so slightly, and she nodded. Straightening up, she turned and walked away.
He could only stare at her back and observe her perfect figure. Who was that enigmatic girl who'd left him paralyzed by just talking to him? He'd never felt that way before. No girl, or anyone for that matter, could make him, Dave Johnson blush with a few words.
He was in love.
After his daze, a silly grin spread across his face. He realized what had happened and he leaped into the air throwing his hands up with a joyous cry and he sprinted down the hill still shouting, for he was so happy he had finally found someone worthy in the world to love.
But little did he know how much that love would cost him.
The next morning he asked around to find out her name, and learned it was Mikoto Akiyama.
Mikoto Akiyama.
Such a beautiful name.
He was definitely smitten.
Head over heels for this girl. He was infatuated, and it wasn't some short little crush.
It was love.
And how, he never knew. All he knew was that he fell in love with this girl, and he needed her. Needed her smile, her laugh. He needed HER, just her.
From then on, he would always find himself staring at her dreamily at mealtimes (when she showed up on time) and whenever else he might see her. He memorized every last detail of her, every detail of her face, like how high her cheekbones were and how she didn't need mascara or eyeshadow because her eyelashes were so long, dark and thick. He knew the exact tone of her tanned golden skin, the exact color of her unique eyes, the exact length and shade of her hair, her height, even the shape of her head and face.
He learned that her favorite color was electric purple, just like her eyes. He learned that despite her ADHD and dyslexia, she was the best student in all her classes at school. He also found that she was narcoleptic, but it barely showed. He discovered she was a quiet girl, but everyone talked about her because of her beauty, uniqueness, kindness, skills, and talent. He learned she could skateboard, and could fly through the air as well as Tony Hawk. He learned that she loved to dance, she was good at it, and her favorite food was sushi. Her father was Apollo, and she was the only child of Apollo in camp with black hair. He learned that she was an amazing fighter and excelled at every single sport she tried, especially basketball; yet her favorite physical activity besides dancing and skateboarding was running. He knew she got up every morning at six to run, because he would also get up to watch her effortlessly glide over the grass, cement, sand, forest floor and everything else. He also found out she was terrified of iguanas and groundhogs, but not death. She played guitar, bass guitar, drums, alto and baritone saxophone, djiembe, flute, clarinet, tuba, recorder, cello, and violin, but she was best at playing the piano and singing. He knew her voice was gold, her talents were vast, and she could play and sing like no one he's ever seen before, probably better than the muses themselves.
He learned that she always wore a silver chain around her left ankle. He knew she only wore earrings in her left earlobe because her right one had a freckle on it, but she had other piercings on her ears. He knew that she had a freckle on her lower left arm, and that she didn't want to wear nail polish because she valued her music and instruments above all else.
He knew he should to talk to her.
But somehow, he just couldn't gather enough courage to approach her.
Time and time he tried, only to fail. But he could always console himself by telling himself there was always tomorrow. And there was.
Then she left.
She left camp and didn't come back for days.
Weeks.
Months.
The more days that went by without her, the more desolate he became.
It was almost surreal to the people around him. The cocky, arrogant, flirty, confident, hot headed, yet cheerful humorous guy they once knew seemed to fall into a trance. His world slowly derived itself of color. His green eyes lost their lively sparkle, his blonde hair lost its shine. He didn't eat as much, and he isolated himself from others more and more as the days went on. His movements became sluggish and slower. He didn't talk nearly as much as he used to and he stopped flirting with other girls entirely.
He was fading away, and he knew it.
His friends knew it. Chiron knew it. Even Dionysus noticed.
He was fading, and she was the only one that could help him.
Just as he began to lose hope, she came back.
That day…
The day she returned was amazing, yet tragic.
He heard from his siblings that she had returned, and had instantly run out the door (to their surprise) to see if it was true.
Seeing her standing there on the hill was amazing. She was beautiful, still, natural beauty radiated from her stronger than anyone else.
But she had changed.
Her eyes had lost their gleam. They were still piercing and mysterious, but they had become duller, and almost lifeless. Her expression was one of nothingness. A long scar had appeared on her left cheek. Actually she had new scars everywhere. She spoke even less than before. Her movements were swifter, quieter, and she always seemed slightly tense, as if she expected an attack at all times.
He still couldn't contain himself, and he ran right up in front of her and looked right into her once gleaming eyes.
They were still that beautiful electric purple that he'd fallen in love with, but something was missing. They were murky, like a cloud of powdery water was holding back the emotions in her.
She stared right back at his awestruck face without any emotion, and walked back to her cabin.
She had turned to ice.
Cold, unfeeling, emotionless. Stone hard bluntness and sullen silence.
Ice queen.
What had happened to her in those months?
And there was nothing he could do, because he had no courage to talk to her. She probably didn't even know who he was.
But he saw other that people could, despite her hard, cold, tough intimidating exterior.
So why couldn't he?
He couldn't answer that question; but he heard his inner coward begin to whisper to him
He settled for watching her from afar. He watched as Thalia Grace burst into her life, smashed a hole through the ice, and become the first to ever wedge her way in Mikoto's heart, then become her best friend.
He watched as others edged their way in, people like her longtime friend Jordan, and others like Jake, Annabeth, Percy, Piper, Luke, Leo, and others. He watched as she slowly developed and grew in all aspects, maturing as the days went on. Her stone hard cold emotionless mask slowly crumbled. Her eyes regained their lost luster. The scar on her left cheek slowly faded away. Her small, beautiful smile eventually found its way back to her lips. Her tough exterior wore away at Thalia's relentless cheerfulness and companionship. Her laughter started to come back in the most melodious song he'd ever heard. Her emotions crept back into her eyes and then her face. He continued to stand and watch as the block of ice that was her heart slowly, but surely, melt.
And the more she healed, the more pain he felt.
He knew he should be happy. Why shouldn't he be? She was reverting to her old self. She was enjoying life again. What was there to be upset about? She was getting everything she didn't have before, and so much more. She found her best friend, she found her real friends, she found her joy.
But this is the girl he loves so dearly and he's done absolutely nothing to her benefit, absolutely no effort to try and heal her heart.
He couldn't even talk to her.
He could only stand there and watch like a fool as others made her happy. Others mended her soul, and eventually patched her broken heart.
She was alive again.
As others started to approach her, and more people fell for her, his heart cracked a little more each time he saw her talking with other guys, smiling with other guys, especially Jordan.
Especially Jordan.
But despite the pain he felt, he couldn't help but stare like the lovesick moron he was every time she passed him by.
She'd even caught him staring a few times. All she did was smile that charming half smile at him and then go on with her life.
And when she smiled at him, he was completely paralyzed.
The days went on. Day turned into night. Then night back to day, and he could catch a few more glimpses of her.
Time passed, days went on, people came, and people left. A year passed. Then another.
Two years.
It had been two years.
Two years since he first laid eyes on the dark-haired beauty.
Two years since Eros pierced his heart with the arrow of love and never took it out.
Two years since he'd fallen in love.
But she didn't know.
She didn't know his feelings, and chances were she never would.
So he watched on with a heavy heart and a mindset of "just maybe" as she passed him by.
He watched her childhood friend slowly, but surely fall for her.
And every time she laughed with him at her side, and blushed at something sweet he said to her, he felt more and more pain.
He knew he should be happy for her; after all, HE was really the perfect match for her. She just didn't know it yet.
But he couldn't help but feel pangs of jealousy painting his heart shades of green. He couldn't help but wonder if she would be happier with him instead of Jordan.
But all he could do was watch.
And watch.
And watch.
And it slowly tore him apart.
This love he felt for her was beautiful; it was pure, untainted.
Yet it was also pain.
She's beautiful; it's true.
She has the kind, yet fierce heart that everyone admires; it's true.
She's wonderful; it's true
She's the perfect person to fall in love with; it's painfully true.
"She's a real angel, isn't she?" he muttered to himself, staring at the black haired beauty standing but a few feet from where he was sitting on the grass, unaware of his presence.
But it's time to face the truth…
A lone tear slid down his cheek, silently trying to provide comfort.
"I will never be with you…"
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Because the first one is the worst one…
When it comes to a broken heart…
~fin.~
I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Since I deleted some chapter I didn't really like in this story, I'm trying to make up for it by posting more stuff. You should review. And story ideas are always welcome.
