《A Daughter of Thanatos( Nico di Angelo )》Chapter 13
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As I returned from my chat with Shadow, I went to my cabin to pack some stuff.
I went inside my cabin and started to look for clothes I would need to change into. Then I remembered that I don't have any clothes. I just borrow them from Nico. SHIT!
I went in search for Nico.
My feet dragged me all the way to the arena where Nico was training. "Nico!" I shouted at him. He ignored me and continued to practice sword techniques. "Nico!" I shouted this time a little louder. Again, he ignored me.
Fine! If that's the way he wants to play. Okay, let's play....
I unleashed Soul from my side and held her tightly on my right hand. I carry her every where now. She's like my best friend, besides Andy, Shadow, and Irissa of course. I walked to Nico and when I was close enough to hit his sword, I roughly clashed my sword with his.
He looked at me shocked, but covered it with a smirk. I went to go for his side, but he blocked me. I went for his other side and he blocked me again. I scowled at him and went to try to hit him. He just smirked the whole way through.
This time, I let him go offence and was able to block most of his blows, but I managed to get some cuts and I know I'll get some visible bruises. I stepped back as he lunged at me and I used our clashed swords as an advantage to move my body behind his and forcefully hit the back of his armor with the flat surface of Soul.
He stumbled a bit before he composed himself. Before he could go back into fighting position, I already slammed another hit at him. Nico got back up and wasted no time in swinging his sword at me. He lightly cut me cheek and I growled. I didn't have time for this! My swings became more rapid and sloppy. He noticed this and smirked.
I was panting and dropped my sword. He kept smirking and stretched his had out for me to shake it. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.
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"Oh, come on!" He yelled. I walked over to him and grabbed him by the shoulders. I pulled him closer. "I guess this prize is okay too." He said as he smirked. I smiled. "Not gonna happen." He furrowed his eye brows right before I strongly kneed him in his...'part'.
I heard him groaning and I smirked victoriously as I walked away. I wasted time on that son of a bitch. I groaned and spotted Piper. I jogged over to her and groaned. The pain from fighting Nico was kicking in.
"Hey, Piper." She smiled at me. "Hey, Clara."
"Do you have any clothes I can borrow? I didn't bring any to camp and well... I've been using Nico's. Is it okay for me to borrow some?" She grinned. "Of course it's okay! We have more than enough for ourselves. I think it's okay for you to take a few." I smiled. "Thanks."
We walked to her cabin and I prepared my lungs for the impact. We went inside and looked for clothes for my quest. "Did you go on a quest before?" I asked her. She nodded. "Was it important?" She nodded again. "Ooh! this would look great with your type of complexion." She held a dark navy blue shirt that had a skull pattern scattered around it. "Okay."
She picked out 3 pairs of pants, 4 shirts, some under garnmets, and a pair of black pumps for my dress. I just wore my black converse that I've worn since I'd arrived here. Piper gave me a backpack for me to store all clothes in.
I thanked Piper and went back to my cabin with all of my new clothes in my backpack. I opened the door and got in, but something felt off. I looked around the cabin, but everything was where it was suppose to be. I shook off the eerie feeling and placed my bag down on my bed.
"You know, a dude's dick is very special to them." I heard Nico say behind me.
I smirked. "If only you had one..." I turned around and saw him glaring at me. I put on an innocent facade and told him, "Then you would know how it feels to have something special."
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He was breathing heavily now. He stepped closer to me and I took a step back. He slowly walked closer and I was walking backwards until I felt my back hit a wall. Fuck! I mentally swore.
His two arms landed to my sides. Blocking me from any escape. I am going piss! "You have no idea what it feels to lose everything special to you." I roughly pushed him away and growled. "I do have an idea. I never met my dad. My mom had to raise me alone. We were broke most of the time because my poor excuse of a father never helped us! She had to apply to different sorts of jobs to support us. I had to leave my mom and she might be worried sick for me now! I left without even saying goodbye. So don't think your the only one whose gone through things." I glared at him and stormed out of the cabin.
Who the hec does he think he is?!?
Yeah, I know. What I had said was offending because of what he had gone through before, but I have my own problems too. Ugh! I just remembered my mom... I never had the chance to say bye.
I ran away from my cabin with tears threatening to spill.
I ran deep into the trees and let out a sob. What kind of daughter am I? How could I just leave without even saying goodbye to my mother who sacrificed everything for me? I want to go back home.
I leaned on the tree and let out the tears I've been holding in. I slid down the tree to crouch down and hug my knees.
I am a horrible daughter. I wish I was never part of this life. Why should I even cry about this? People have more problems than me and here I am wasting my worthless tears. Look at Nico. He has gone through way much more than me. I shouldn't have yelled at him. I'm so stupid!
I wiped away any remaining tears and snott from my face and took a deep breath. I'm such a whimp. I frowned and slowly made my way back to my cabin to apologize to Nico. I sighed and frowned. Damn. When did I become so soft?
When I arrived to our cabin, I rushed inside and began to feel really guilty.
Nico was on the floor clutching a picture to his heart and crying. He was rocking back and forth, sobing from time to time. I went to him and hugged him. I didn't care that I sorta hated him. He just needs a shoulder to cry on right now.
I just kept quiet and let him cry on my shoulder. Not one of us talked.
I let him lean on my shoulder for a long time until I heard him snoring. I sighed. I looked down at his face and saw pure innocence. He wasn't glaring or smirking. He was at peace.
I didn't want him to wake up on the floor, so I had to move- drag- him to his bed. He sure is heavy. I was already panting once I was finished. I rolled my eyes. Damn. Where am I going to sleep?
I groaned and got a pillow from Nico and slept on the floor. I guess I need to say sorry to him he wakes up.
I closed my eyes and soon enough I fell asleep.
Hey guys! Another chapter is up. Yay!!! We got 2000+ reads :) I am so happy right now!!!!! Thanks for reading my story Nico lovers... Btw NICO IS REAL! call me a lunatic, but I believe he is real and all the PJO and HoO characters... :) :) :)
Dedications to; @IrissaDreamOn and @NerdyAj for commenting on the last chapter :) thanks for commenting. See y'all later and I found some Nico di Angelo stories that need to be continued so please check them out :)
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A New Life(A Nico Di Angelo love story) -By NerdyAj (if you haven't read it, read it cuz it's really good :D)
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