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“If you hadn’t come for me today, I would have never seen the amazing boy that you really were.” Percy replied, flicking Nico’s nose with his finger. Nico smiled at that, and laughed, the carefree sound making Percy smile, and his heart lift for the first time since Annabeth’s death. With that both the boys relaxed, and were about to fall asleep when a loud bang came from the door, followed by a crashing noise accompanied by hissing and guttural voices.
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Percy scrambled out of the bed next to Nico, and tore apart the room, looking for Riptide. Locating his jeans, he desperately grasped the pen, ignoring the fact that he was completely naked except for his camp necklace. He glanced over his shoulder at the small Italian boy, who, at the moment was fighting a loosing battle against his sheets. He felt a momentary urge to laugh at his lovers predicament, but swallowed it down, remembering what was happening. Swiftly, he uncapped Riptide and let his blade’s bronze gleam light up the room as he silently padded over to the door. He laid a finger on his lips before taking a fighting stance near the doorway. At that moment, all hell broke loose.
“Nico de Angleo!!! What is going on…… OH MY SAINTED ZUES’ UNDERWEAR!” The lord of the dead gaped at the scene before him, then preceded to go completely and utterly insane. “PERCEUS JACKSON!!! WHAT….. IN…..TARTARUS DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING HERE?!?” His face went three shades paler, surpassing deathly white and going straight to nearly invisible before turning a shade of red that even Eros would have been proud of. It was that moment that Percy actually remembered what he was and more specifically, WASN’T wearing.
“Ohhh……… Son of a sea urchin!” Percy screamed before grabbing a discarded pair of jeans and attempting to cover himself up. “Oh my gods!” His face turned brilliant red in the gloom ad he scrambled to get away from Hades while still keeping himself covered.
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Percy and Hades turned at the same time to look at Nico who had just successfully extracted himself from the sheets, unfortunately, he forgot to check if the bed was still under him.
“Son of a……..!” He shrieked when he realized who was standing at the door with a exponentially more pissed off expression. “Oh………… Holy Hera….. Uhhhhhhh…. Dad……I….can…explain…”
“I don’t even want to know.” Hades cut off his son’s rambling. “I don’t want to hear any pathetic explanation of yours.” He looked coldly now at his son who was frozen in place, ignoring his current state of undress. “You are screwing with Percy. EFFING. Jackson. If you seriously thought I would be ok with that, then you are more of a moron than I thought. I trusted you not to embarrass me and to know what is right and proper, and you just blew it.” As Nico opened his mouth to protest, Hades sent him a withering glare that killed the words in his mouth. “You have gone behind my back and screwed with the ONE person whom you knew never to get with, and now what? You expect me to FORGIVE YOU!? No. “ Hades shook his head, with his expression hardening. His eyes darkened in hate as he addressed Percy. “And you. YOU! YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT BECAUSE YOU HELPED TO SAVE THE GODS MORE THAN ONCE! Do you think that it gives you some sort of special status?” His words went to a deadly soft tone before he paused, collecting his thoughts. ‘Sigh’ he shook his head slowly before continuing. “I will give you three seconds to leave before I set every monster in the underworld on you. Understand?”
“What? Dad that isn’t even fair! Its not like he did anything to you? What the hell?!” Nico protested, ignoring the deadly looks his father was giving him. “I screwed with him, and that was my decision!! Why are you punishing him?! DAD! FOR ONCE LISTEN TO ME!!” Nico’s voice rose and steadily became more hysterical before cracking on the last word. “YOU NEVER LISTEN!! WHAT DID I DO TO YOU???! WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS SO ASHAMED OF ME? IS IT BECAUSE I’M GAY? THAT I LIVED AND MY SISTER DIED? WHAT IS IT?!!!? Nico’s face was a brilliant shade of red, and he had tears streaming down his face when he finished. For once, the Lord of the Dead looked lost for words. “I knew it. You could never deal with such a FREAK of a son could you?” Nico turned away from his father and Percy for a moment, collecting himself. When he turned around again, his face had returned to its pale color, and he looked deadly calm. “If that’s the truth, then I’m done here.” He laughed humorlessly at the aghast expression on his fathers face before turning to Percy. “I’m sorry……” he began, before shaking his head slowly, and fading into the shadows, leaving his father and Percy to stare at the place where he once was.