Hey guys. I've decided that i would be changing the name of this story so if you decide to look for it but cant find it by this name, you can just look for my account username and it will be there :D
Also, for the sequel, i really dont like putting less than 2000 words per chapter, and i feel you all deserve so much more after waiting for the inconsistent uploading of chapter. So i will finish this fanfic up (one or two chapters left) and then it will be back to the 2000 word minimum yes?
-Fanfic starts here-
Nico kicked the door open with his foot. It flew open with a loud hit against the wall. Nico winced slightly.
Then he remembered the purpose for coming home. So he could pack his stuff and go to the surface (which was, by the way, against the rules in the Underworld).
Nico couldn't believe he was following through with his plan. Nico wanted to stop for a second and think. He was, perhaps, afraid he would regret this soon.
But there wasn't really much time for thinking now was there? If he packed fast enough, he could be just on time to slip out.
So here was the plan. He would go to the gates and hopefully manage to convince the guard that he had a reason to leave. Then, if the guard didn't let him, he'd…check out his options.
So, in other words, the plan was not that well developed. But oh well, Nico would continue to solidify the plan as he went along.
Nico stuffed a black sweater and a pair of grey socks into his sling bag. He prayed to Will that he'd manage to leave.
He threw out everything in his way, and his wardrobe was a mess by the time he managed to find his other pair of black fingerless gloves. He turned on the light in the closet and took his skates. He couldn't just leave them behind.
He tossed his skates into his bag and hoped the edges were properly covered. He didn't want to have any of his clothing torn.
With a grim face, Nico lowered the bag onto his shoulder. He pulled open the drawer under his bed. There was his secret stash of biscuits and snacks.
Nico swiped a few packets of crackers. He had heard that it was a long journey from the gates to the surface.
Nico left his bag on the ground and ran down to fill a bottle of water to drink along the way.
He was already halfway down the stairs when he heard the door downstairs click open. Nico froze. Hades was back.
Nico hurriedly turned back to run up to his room. He shut the door as fast as he could, and locked it.
Stealthily, Nico pounced onto his bed to prevent making sound.
"Nico? Come down here." Hades panted audibly. It was only when Nico really needed to be quiet that he realised how loud his breathing was.
He dove under the covers. Maybe that would soften the sound.
He heard Hades grunting as he sat down on the chair. "Nico di Angelo! You better come down now!" Hades demanded.
Nico didn't even make the slightest movement, nor did he do much as flinch. There was no real reason for Nico to be afraid anyway. Hades would be out in one blow should the two of them fight.
The bed creaked softly as Nico brought in his legs.
Hades went on to talk. Nico silently made a face. If Hades were to continue talking, he could be there for hours.
His leg began to already numb from lack of blood flow. He wriggled his toes to try to direct the blood in that direction. It wasn't working
Nico moved a little to make himself comfortable, but as he did so, the house key in his pocket fell out to the ground.
It collided with the wooden floor, and the metal keys clanged jarringly against each other.
Nico stiffened. The sound of the key dropping echoed in his head loudly.
Hades stopped his ramble. Nico curled into an even tighter ball. Hades couldn't find him now. Not after he was so prepared. Or ready.
The familiar sound of the creaking of stairs seemed to amplify with each step Hades took. Maybe even the wooden floor was helping him mask the sound of his own pounding heartbeat.
Nico uncomfortably stretched out his feet so that he was flat beneath the duvet.
His bare feet crushed a paper beneath it. He lowered his chin to look down to see what that paper was.
Nico's blood turned to ice.
It was the note. That note. The slip of paper he had left. Written on it being all the things Nico wanted to hate Will for.
Things he couldn't possibly hate Will for.
Nico released his neck and he looked back up at the blanket ceiling in front of him.
Suddenly, the blanket didn't seem so white. His eyelids ached.
He shut his eyes. The black surroundings suited his eyes so much more. He was so tired. He was just so tired. He had loved Will for so long. It really was beginning to wear him out.
Hades' footsteps slowed by ten times, and whether or not it was just a hallucination, Nico did not know, and he didn't care to find out.
As much as the odds were against it, Nico believed his love wasn't a mistake. Eros couldn't have been at the wrong place. Cupid couldn't have made a wrong shot.
And besides, Nico had to believe it. Not everything could have all been a lie. No. Nico refused to think otherwise.
A hot stinging feeling burned at the back of his eyes, and the first of his tears made his eyelashes wet. He blinked.
Nico heard the knock on his door. Hades was here. The lump in his throat didn't go away, but his heart skipped a beat.
Well at least the door was locked. Nico slowly unballed his hands, and his cold icy fingers loosened their tight grip on his skin.
And instead, they went up to cover his ears, his eyes, his face. He could literally feel the tears seep through the skin on his fingers. It only served to tell him that he really was there, alone, with Will a free man on the surface.
His lips contorted into a thin curved line. He let out a cold ghostly sob.
"Just let me be." He whispered to himself. "Please...just stop…"
He cried softly, and his body took full pleasure in it. His frame shook like a volcano about to erupt, and he whimpered like a dying puppy. He hated feeling so helpless, but yet, he secretly wished somebody could come in to console him.
And that was the problem. Because he had spent so much time with Will, he hadn't thought about a scenario in which he wouldn't be there. And Nico was completely caught off-guard.
In hindsight, he should've known things would take such a turn.
Will had been his only ally of sorts. Before he and Nico had buried their unfounded hatchet, Nico's only friends were Reyna and...who was the other one again? Leo? Jason?
Nico couldn't even remember anymore. And it was all the more unsettling when Nico realised that he had only stopped school a week or so ago. Perhaps it was only then that he realised how much, or little, he invested in his relationships.
In all honesty, if you even tried to ask him when Hades' birthday was, he could only give at most an estimate of the date. Or if you asked him what Reyna's last name was, he would just brush off the question with his usual 'idgaf' expression.
But Will. Oh god. He could probably answer the most absurd questions, like the first time he had touched Will (Will's first death day) or the first time Nico gave him something (two days before Nico's abortion date, and Nico had given Will a small red crystal in the shape of a heart).
And the most beautiful part of this cursed relationship, Nico's eyes always lit up with this indescribable glint, and even despite the many times he faked hatred towards Will, he never really did.
"I devoted all my time to you, Solace...couldn't you see? Couldn't you tell? Was I being too vague? Was that my part of the problem? Was that why...those times you didn't explain clearly, i could still understand you?"
"Was it really because I was as vague as you? That I didn't tell you daily that I loved you? So...so...much?"
The knocking stopped. Nico breathed in. All was silent, with only the dripping of his cold, persistent tears echoing throughout his ears.
And yeah, i kinda have something to announce. So basically the reason why im not writing the sequel immediately is because ive been under a lot of stress recently, like, i dont reach home before seven each day, and with homework, dinner, etc, its becoming increasingly harder to update that much. Im really sorry. I sorta feel ive let you all down :"(
And i have exams now, so i need to study a lot more. Plus i have ballet classes, workshops, an after school crystal-growing program, a math program, an English program, a co-curricular activity, a hell lot of school problems and projects and nothing ends before 0530. So im really really sorry.
OF COURSE, im not abandoning the fic. Expect the next chapter of this next Friday, and the sequel around April to June. Im trying my best for all of you. Thank you so much for reading this
