A/N: So, obviously mi plan to write more didn't really pan out like I thought it would. But guess what. I am now at college, living on mi own, with mi own laptop. And free microsoft word from mi school. So now I do not have a single excuse.

So here is chapter six. After today, it will be mi goal to post at least one chapter a week, hopefully more. (Yes I realize I have attempted this before and failed). I feel like I can actually do it this time. And this story still has a ways to go.

Ive also been thinking about getting an AO3 account. Id get more feedback on mi stories and it seems easier to use.

Whatever, if I actually achieve something ill let ya know. Until then, here's a sad little excuse for a next chapter.

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Nico fled, not caring where he went. When he reached his cabin, he leapt inside, slammed the door shut, and pushed a bed against it for good measure.

He closed his eyes and slowly sank to the floor, attempting to calm his racing heartbeat and his flustered thoughts.

He heard someone clear their throat, and jumped to his feet while pulling out his sword to point at the intruder.

"You really must stop doing that, it's becoming a nuisance."

"Fuck my life," Nico swore, returning his sword to its sheath.

"As I said before, blame my mother." Damen said smoothly, lying back on Nico's bed.

Nico took a moment to take in the demigod's appearance. His hair was longer, much too long to have grown in a day, braided into cornrows and dyed a dark blue hue with bright pink and purple tips. He wore a long sleeved green shirt with the words "Rocker Chick" In bold across the front.

But Nico had to take a step back when he saw Damen's lower body covered with tight blue leggings and a black and red miniskirt.

He looked up to the oddly dressed man questioningly.

Damen look down at himself. "What? Is there something on my shirt?"

"You're wearing girls' clothes. You're wearing a skirt!" Nico looked scandalized.

"I was unaware that clothes had genders. I thought them inanimate objects."

"Well yeah, but..."

"Calm, Nico. If you want I can take the clothes off." Damen smirked suggestively at the boy.

Nico just stared at him, shocked.

Damen sighed and returned to relaxing on Nico's bed, resting his arms underneath his head so that his shirt pulled up and revealed a spanse of dark skin to Nico.

"So I saw you've had an exciting day today." Damen said staring at the ceiling.

"You saw?" Nico asked, stiffly sitting on another bed, not ready to relax around the other demigod.

"Of course. I'm drawn to chaos and strife in others' lives. I always seem to show up when cute boys like you find themselves in discord."

Damen stood and slowly walked toward Nico.

"I am especially drawn to you, son of Hades. I have been called to you many times in my years of travelling the world. You seem to have had an especially difficult life, and therefore I made the decision to introduce myself."

"Wow."

Nico looked to the ground, not able to meet the man's startlingly deep blue eyes.

Wait...Again, Nico's ADHD brain spoke without thought.

"I thought your eyes were green?" Nico said.

Damen chuckled. "Could you not guess? I'm the son of the goddess of chaos. My body is literally at war with itself on how to look."

"Oh." Nico's head was spinning.

"Do not dwell on that, it is not important. What is important is getting my mother to leave you alone."

"Excuse me?" Nico was unable to understand the demigod's words. "Are you here to help me?"

"Of course, why else would I even speak to you. I could easily go about ignoring you, but I'm a demigod. My job is supposedly to save people."

"I guess that makes sense."

"I'll give you some advice, Nico. Stop pushing away your friends that just want to help you." Damen looked at the dark-haired demigod wearily, as if he already knew Nico's plans to disregard the advice.

Then Nico remembered his discussion with Annabeth and the decision he made after.

"Are you gay?" He asked the rainbow-clad man.

The only response he recieved was a chuckle, angering him. Nico looked down at his fists trying to compose himself. He hated it when older demigods patronized him.

He looked up to give the man a scathing remark, but saw he had disappeared again.