So Fucking Funy! Can I Just Leave Hickey?

NÃO HÁ LUGAR COMO O LAR - PERCY/NICO AU COLEGIAL - CAPÍTULO IX

Oii, como vai? Capítulo novo, porém não tão longo como eu esperava. Leiam as notas finais!

Cenas do passado/Flashback em italico

Boa leitura!

Capítulos anteriores: CAPÍTULO I / CAPÍTULO II / CAPÍTULO III / CAPÍTULO IV / CAPÍTULO V / CAPÍTULO VI / CAPÍTULO VII / CAPÍTULO VIII

Percy olhou para os lados, se certificando que ninguém estava o seguindo e saiu da sala vazia. Esse era o preço para não ver sua mãe chorando pelos cantos e se chamando de fracasso.

Desde que o restaurante de sua família tinha se tornado cinco estrelas, a perseguição tinha começado. Não importava onde fosse ou quem estivesse perto dele, a adoração velada por puro interesse começaria, pois, quem nunca tinha falado com ele agora queria ser seu amigo, e seus melhores amigos começaram a tratá-lo como se ele fosse da realeza. Todos sabiam seu nome. Mas no fim o que eles queriam era arranjar um reserva em nome de outros adultos. Percy tinha aprendido bem rápido a se esgueirar dessas pessoas que agora eram quase todos que ele conhecia. E sabe o que era pior? Essas pessoas não estavam interessadas na comida de sua mãe e sim em quem frequentava o restaurante. Isso era tão injusto! Até para ir no banheiro, multidões o seguiam sem lhe dar um minuto de paz. Tyson era tão sortudo! Ele já tinha terminado o colégio e estava a ponto de se formar na faculdade. Restava a Percy lidar com as fofocas e pessoas interesseiras.

Olhando mais uma vez para o corredor vazio, Percy guardou o celular no bolso e entrou no banheiro.

Ah, finalmente silêncio. Somente ele e o mictório. Abriu o dizer de sua calça e… e escutou um gemido. Bem perto dele. Virou o rosto e ali estavam três garotos em uma rodinha. Viu que um deles abria a própria calça. 

Bem, isso não era da sua conta.

— Não, por favor. Eu… eu… 

— Você o quê? Vai contar pra irmãzinha? Pro papai?

— Por favor!

Percy suspirou e caminhou em direção a eles. Sua mãe não tinha lhe educado para ver alguém ser abusado.

Ele parou atrás deles, em frente ao espelho, e viu o que acontecia. Um garoto com as feições mais suaves e femininas que ele já tinha visto tentava tampar o rosto e se encolhia contra a parede, ele era tão pequeno que reagir contra aqueles garotos seria burrice. O problema é que Percy se distraiu tanto com a beleza do garoto que acabou perdendo o momento em que um dos garotos segurou no próprio membro e apontou em direção ao garoto no chão.

— O que vocês estão fazendo? — Ele enfim disse. 

Os garotos se assustaram e se afastaram num pulo, se cobrindo como puderam.

— A gente… ei, você não é aquele garoto rico?

Era só o que faltava.

— Eu disse, o que vocês estão fazendo?

— Não é o que parece.

— Ah, não é? Como você explica isso?

Os três garotos e Percy olharam para o garotinho no chão que escondia o rosto e chorava desoladamente.

— Vocês sabem de uma coisa? Eu não quero saber. Se eu pegar vocês fazendo isso de novo…

— Você não tem provas!

— Quer pagar pra ver?

Os garotos se entreolharam e depois de alguns momentos, saíram correndo. Finalmente ele podia fazer o que precisava e ir embora.

Isso é, se o garotinho não tivesse levantado o rosto e olhado para ele com aqueles profundos olhos negros, inchados e brilhantes. Cabelos levemente encaracolados em ondas negras e os lábios mais bonitos e avermelhados que ele já tinha visto. Admitia que tinha congelado, apreciando a visão. Percy que nunca havia se interessado por ninguém em seus onze anos de vida se via encantado. E mesmo quando o garotinho mordeu os lábios e olhou para ele, ainda estatelado no chão do banheiro, Percy não conseguia parar de olhar.

— Você não precisava.

— Eu… era o certo. — Essa era a verdade, era o certo a se fazer, mas o que não era certo era admirar o lindo garotinho, principalmente numa situação como aquela. Ele se sentia um monstro. — Qual seu nome?

— Nico. Niccolas.

Hmm… italiano. Dizem que é a linguagem do amor.

— Percy Jackson.

— Oh. — Nico disse, o olhando dos pés à cabeça, suas bochechas altas se esquentando. — Você não vai fazer o que aqueles garotos queriam fazer… vai?

— O que eles queriam fazer?

Nico olhou para baixo e Percy acompanhou o olhar. Oh, de fato, seu zíper ainda estava aberto, porém agora havia um certo… volume ali.

— Eu não sou como aqueles garotos.

— Não é? — Nico ainda parecia em dúvida, embora ele mesmo tivesse um volume nas calças. Um bem menor e que Percy parecia estar analisando com mais atenção do que deveria.

— Eu não sou. — Ele se virou, tentando convencer a si próprio e andou até o mictório.

Abaixou a cueca e tentou se concentrar. Ninguém o avisou que seria difícil se aliviar com uma ereção no caminho. Respirou fundo, relaxando, e enfim conseguiu. Quando voltou para a pia, pretendendo lavar a mão viu que o garotinho ainda estava no chão, o observando se aproximar.

Nico tinha lhe observado… ir no banheiro? Já que a área era bem aberta, impossível não ver o que acontecia.

— Você precisa de ajuda? — Percy disse enquanto lavava as mãos, encarando ambas suas reflexões no espelho. Nico parecia assustado e encabulado, enquanto ele próprio estava todo sério e quase ausente, sem mostrar emoções.

— Não! Quer dizer, eu estou bem. Obrigado.

— Tudo bem, então.

Percy secou a mão e se virou em direção à saída. Ele tinha oferecido ajuda, não tinha? A partir dali não era sua responsabilidade o que acontecia com Nico.

***

Percy nunca tinha percebido como aquela escola era grande. Duas quadras cobertas e mais duas ao ar livre, cinquenta salas de aula, dez laboratórios. Piscinas, trilhas de corrida e até uma floresta com uma plantação variada. Era um bom lugar para quem estivesse procurando uma educação abrangente, também era um ótimo para quem estivesse procurando um lugar para se esconder. Felizmente, Percy tinha encontrado o lugar perfeito: deserto e silencioso, bem em frente a uma das quadras descobertas. O melhor de tudo era que a visão da arquibancada era bem limitada, impedindo que as pessoas o achassem facilmente.

Ele caminhou calmamente pelos corredores do colégio e chegou a seu lugar favorito, decidido a fazer algumas cestas na quadra e comer algo rápido antes da próxima aula. Ele pretendia entrar para o time e não queria que fosse por puro favoritismo. Isso é, ele já ia entrar na quadra quando viu uma cabeleira negra no lado mais distante da arquibancada. Agora, Percy não tinha escolha, ele precisava saber quem era, só assim saberia se ainda era um lugar seguro ou não.

Percy andou a passos apressados e viu que era o mesmo garotinho da vez passada. Ele tinha o lábio cortado e o lado direito do rosto arroxeado. Percy teve o impulso de perguntar quem tinha feito aquilo com ele, mas se lembrou, não era de sua conta. Até porque Nico parecia estar bem tirando o rosto machucado, vendo que ele comia um pequeno banquete. Percy podia ver pelo menos quatro tipos de pratos diferentes, todos organizados em pequenas marmitas, a visão esquentando seu coração por algum motivo. Devia ser a forma que Nico se encolheu, tentando se esconder dele, mas mesmo assim o encarou, sorrindo.

Ele observou Nico levantar uma das marmitas e da forma mais tímida possível, oferecer a ele, dizendo: — Você quer?

Percy se viu andando o resto da distância até Nico, abandonando sua mochila e bola de basquete no pé da arquibancada, e se sentando em frente a Nico.

— Eu trouxe também. Minha mãe é cozinheira.

— Ah. — Nico murmurou e deu de ombros, pegando seus talheres. — Eu sempre faço muito. Vê?

Então Nico abriu as outras duas marmitas e mostrou a ele. Torta de legumes com queijo. Bolinho de carne. Pão de calabresa. Bolo também.

— Você faz? E sua mãe?

— Eu não tenho. Ela morreu.

Foi quando Percy se deu conta do que fazia. Feito um esquisito, observava Nico comer como se fosse a coisa mais maravilhosa do mundo enquanto o garoto comia sozinho, tendo que fazer a própria comida.

— Seu pai? Você deve ter um, certo?

Nico negou e enfiou outro pedaço de torta na boca, ignorando todo o resto dos pratos.

— Papai nunca está em casa. Eu aprendi com a mama antes dela morrer. A comida dela era o máximo! A vovó também cozinha muito bem. — Mas Nico falava aquilo com tanta felicidade que Percy se sentiu melhor.

— Quem cuida de você?

— Eu tenho uma babá. Minha irmã, também! Ela é a melhor irmã do mundo. — Nico continuou comendo todo contente e Percy sentiu algo em seus olhos. O que estava acontecendo? Esse garoto não podia ser tão ingênuo, certo? Tão... feliz? Quantos anos ele tinha? Nove? Dez? Devia ser mais novo que ele próprio.

— Você não quer mesmo? Fiz tudo sozinho!

— Tudo? Você sequer alcança o fogão?

— Fiz, sim! A babá só ligou o fogão. Eu tenho uma escada que fica perto da bancada e...

— E?

— Você é muito malvado. Não quero mais falar com você!

Percy não aguentou, ele colocou a mão em volta da barriga e gargalhou. Fazia tempo que ele não via uma coisa tão fofa e engraçada. As bochechas gordinhas de Nico se enchendo feito um balãozinho, os braços cruzados, os lábios num biquinho ainda mais fofo.

— Quantos anos você tem, hein?

— Eu tenho onze! Qual o problema?

— Você é tão baixinho e pequeno? Quem está te alimentando?

E de novo, Percy não aguentou. Rindo da própria piada, se deixou cair de costas na arquibancada, rindo e rindo até que seu ar sumisse e depois voltasse, um sorriso feliz permanecendo em seus lábios muito tempo após sua crise passar.

— Você está bem? — Nico perguntou numa voz pequena e suave, fazendo seu coração derreter.

Percy abriu os olhos para ver que Nico tinha se aproximado de onde ele estava deitado, sentando sobre os próprios joelhos, todo preocupado, seus olhos negros arregalados e bochechas coradas.

— Então... — Percy disse, tentando parar de sorrir. —  Estamos no mesmo ano. Como eu não te vi por aí?

— Eu te vi. — Nico disse e abaixou os olhos para o próprio colo. — É difícil não ver quando as pessoas só falam de você.

— O que eles falam?

— Que você tira as melhores notas. É o melhor nos esportes. Tem a melhor namorada. Essas coisas.

— Que namorada é essa?

—  Acho que... Annabeth Chase? Não sei direito. Cheguei há poucas semanas.

— É bom saber disso.

— Saber do quê?

— Que eu tenho uma namorada.

— Você... não sabe? — Nico entortou a cabeça, feito um cachorrinho confuso e isso arrancou outra gargalhada dele. Dessa vez, Nico riu junto. Ele parecia estar segurando o riso, mas quando Percy não parou, Nico se viu sem escapatória, se juntando a ele.

— Você é engraçado. — Nico lhe disse.

— Você que é.

E feito um garoto da terceira série, coisa que ambos eram, riram novamente, enquanto ouviam o sinal tocar. Percy nem tinha percebido que meia hora tinha se passado, o que era mais tempo do que ele costumava passar com seus velhos amigos nos últimos tempos. E o que isso dizia sobre ele, hm?

— A gente tem que ir. — Ele ouviu Nico dizer.

Eles realmente tinham. Com pressa, ajudou Nico a recolher as marmitas e o acompanhou para a próxima aula, descobrindo que Nico de fato estava na mesma sala que ele. Percy estava tão distraído em tentar se esconder que não via o que acontecia à sua volta? Bem, esse fato iria mudar a partir daquele instante.

***

— Nico.

— Hm.

— É hora de acordar.

Nico resmungou e se aconchegou mais debaixo dos cobertores. Ele estava tão cansado que sentia que precisaria de uma semana inteira para se recuperar. 

Ele se remexeu de novo, prestes a colocar o cobertor sobre a cabeça quando sentiu braços fortes rodearem sua cintura, entretanto, o que o fez abrir os olhos foi o beijo em seu pescoço, naquele lugarzinho perto da nuca que agora o fazia reagir mais intensamente do que ele achava que deveria. Era tudo culpa de Percy, culpa da forma que Percy havia o tocado na noite anterior e de todas aquelas palavras. 

Deuses! O que ele tinha feito? Nico tinha realmente dito tudo aquilo para Percy? Nico não acreditava nisso! Ele se sentou em um pulo e olhou ao redor. Ele ainda estava em seu quarto, e Percy? Bem, o idiota ainda estava a seu lado, encostado contra a cabeceira da cama e com um sorriso tão satisfeito no rosto que isso o fazia se perguntar: Será que ele tinha dito algo que não se lembrava na noite anterior?

— Então, você gosta de apanhar? 

— Percy!

— Pensei que eu fosse o único que você permitisse te fu--

— Não se atreva! — Nico admitia que estava entrando em pânico. 

— Eu me pergunto onde está o garoto que queria ir devagar, hmm?

Em outro pulo, Nico se jogou em cima de Percy e tampou a boca dele com as mãos.

— Retiro tudo o que eu disse. Tudo!

Percy lambeu sua mão e continuou sorrindo para ele até que Nico se deu por vencido, deixando que Percy falasse:

— É uma pena. A gente podia se divertir tanto… 

— Eu… eu não sei. — Nico teve que desviar o olhar, talvez ele não quisesse retirar nada, por mais humilhante que fosse.

— Bebê. Vem aqui.

Nico foi, é claro. 

Percy o segurou pela cintura e o fez se deitar sobre o peito dele, uma das mãos de Percy indo a seus cabelos imediatamente. Nico não entendia porque aquele gesto o acalmava tanto ou porque esse sentimento de ternura o fazia querer contar tudo o que não tinha dito na noite anterior. É que… ele se sentia condicionado a nunca mentir para Percy, e ele já havia dito tanto… Nico queria ter uma máquina do tempo para se certificar que nada daquilo tivesse acontecido, porque só assim teria certeza que nada entre eles mudaria.

— Eu sinto muito.

— Nico.

— Eu não devia ter ido embora. Mas quando você me disse para conhecer outras pessoas, pensei que… pensei que a gente nunca teria uma chance. Então, por que ficar esperando por algo que nunca vai acontecer?

— Está tudo bem. É minha culpa.

— Não quero saber de quem é a culpa. Quero que você diga que me perdoa e que no futuro isso não vai afetar as coisas.

— Eu te perdoo e isso não vai mudar nada.

Nico sabia que Percy falava isso apenas porque ele havia pedido, mas mesmo assim, o nó em seu estômago parecia se afrouxar.

— Promete?

— Eu prometo.

Nico se afastou o suficiente para poder olhar no rosto de Percy e o tocou ali suavemente, acariciando os lados do pescoço dele.

— Você sabe que eu te amo, não sabe? De verdade? — Nico se forçou a dizer, vendo um sorriso pequeno aparecer nos lábios de Percy.

— Por que essas declarações agora?

— Eu percebi… pensei que gostava de você porque você foi o meu primeiro amigo. Mas quando eu estava na Itália, parecia que algo estava faltando. Tentei encontrar isso em outras pessoas, sabe?

— O que você estava procurando? — Foi quando Percy tocou em seus ombros, tentando consolá-lo.

Ahg, ele não conseguia olhar para Percy quando Percy agia de forma tão gentil.

— Eu não sei! — Era uma mentira, é claro. E Percy sabia disso. — É difícil expressar o quanto você significa pra mim. Então, quando eu não te conto as coisas é porque eu não consigo, não porque eu não quero.

— Eu sei disso. Mas eu preciso que você me diga. Preciso que você me dê permissão. — Então, Percy tocou em sua nuca, puxando sua cabeça para cima, o fazendo encará-lo. E ainda assim, quando Nico se negou e manteve os olhos fechados, Percy insistiu: — Lindo. Olhe para mim.

Nico fez, ele fez porque era impossível resistir quando Percy falava com ele naquele tom firme e ao mesmo tempo tranquilizador.

— Eu entendo. Você não precisa se forçar. 

— Eu sinto muito.

— Não, Nico. Não é sua culpa.

— Não quero te preocupar.

Porque essa era a verdade. Ele sempre gostou de passar pela vida quieto e despercebido, só que Percy o anotou e não o largou desde então. Não importava quanto tempo passasse, nunca se acostumaria com a atenção que Percy lhe dava e mesmo depois de uma década, era estranho, era como se ele estivesse em um sonho e a qualquer momento iria acordar, percebendo que Percy tinha sido sua imaginação lhe pregando peças.

— Isso não vai se repetir.

— O quê? — Nico perguntou, sem entender.

— Não vou te obrigar. Apenas… me diga se você precisar. Qualquer coisa.

— Qualquer coisa?

— É claro.

— Então diz que me ama.

— Eu te amo.

— De novo.

— Eu te amo.

— De novo.

— Nico. — Percy sorriu e o beijou, o interrompendo. — O que está acontecendo? É sobre a noite passada?

— Não é nada.

— Prometo que não vou fazer aquilo novamente.

— Aquilo…?

— Eu não vou ser… tão intenso ou… você sabe.

Por que ele sentia que seu rosto estava esquentando? E já que esse era o caso…

— Por que não?

Esse era o momento que Nico mais temia. Percy ficou em silêncio e o encarou por longos segundos, sem lhe dar escolha se não encará-lo de volta. Ele temia tanto esses silêncios porque esse era o momento em que ele não conseguia mentir, e se ele não pudesse falar, não teria como desviar a atenção para longe da verdade. 

Sim, essa era a realidade, não importava o quanto ele tentasse dissimular, Percy sempre saberia de tudo no final.

— Tudo isso é por vergonha? A humilhação é demais para você? Ou é porque você gosta da sensação?

Nico não sabia como Percy conseguia falar tudo isso de forma tão séria e compenetrada. Bem, Percy estava mais certo do que imaginava. Entretanto, quando Nico ficava nervoso esses sentimentos saíam apenas de duas formas, lágrimas de ansiedade ou de risada. Então, imagina a cena onde ele começou a rir do nada enquanto Percy continuava sério e todo austero.

— Você acha que eu sou uma piada? — Percy disse e estufou o peito, fingindo estar ofendido.

— Eu nunca acharia isso.

— Eu te amo. — Então, Percy o abraçou forte e acariciou suas costas. — Não importa o que seja essa coisa entre a gente, vamos superar juntos.

Era o que Nico esperava.

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Então, como foi? Infelizmente vou ter que dar uma pausa para descansar e volto em agosto. Se eu conseguir escrever algo legal, volto antes. Até mais!

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I’m sorry, I’m on mobile, and i forgot that your blog is not my dash

Pervy, approximately 8 hours after finding out about Nico's crush:

Percy: Mom I gotta go back to camp half blood to strangle Nico.

Sally, waking up at 2.47 am:

Sally: Can it wait until morning?

Percy, already dressed and putting his shoes on: NO!

Sally: *sighs* Fine. What is it?

Percy: We spent MONTHS scouring the country for him in between tlo and botl. When I found a clue in the Labyrinth, I took off running, even though that's just about the most dangerous thing you can do in the Labyrinth.

Percy: I took on the weight of a great prophecy to protect him. The same prophecy that told me that I would die. I was ready to die for him.

Percy: I gave up godhood and used my wish for Nico to have a cabin at camp. A place that he'd be safe and feel welcomed. Somewhere I could keep him as close as he'd let me. So I could check on him, and see that he's alright and eating well.

Percy: All that, and IM NOT HIS TYPE!?!??!?!

Percy: I'm going to strangle him, mom.

Sally:

Sally: I'm going back to sleep. Have Mrs. O'Leary take you to camp. Call me in the morning so I know you're safe.

Nico: I've been seeing someone recently but I think who it is will upset you, so I don't know if I should tell you.

Hazel: Nico, we could never be upset with someone you choose to love. If they make you happy, that's all that matters.

Jason: Yeah, all we care for is your joy.

Nico: Okay, that's great, because it's Poseidon.

Hazel: Percy's dad? Neptune? The ocean? That guy?

Nico: Yeah.

Jason: You're dating the ocean? The thing that doesn't listen to anyone and also loves drowning people?

Nico: He doesn't love drowning people. He just doesn't like people thinking it's easy to sail across him.

Jason: Well, it's not. Because he likes to drown people.

Nico: I think you are putting too much of a Roman spin on this.

Hazel: We are not mermaids, Nico! We are land-dwellers. Except Jason, but, you know, even a bird needs to come down from the clouds sometime and what's he gonna rest on? The water? No! I got a boat one time to save the world and it sucked. Do not stay on this boat, Nico! Get back on dry land!

Nico: Once again, I think you're putting too much of a Roman emphasis on this. I am dating Poseidon. Not Neptune.

Hazel: It's the same person!

Nico: Not really. Neptune is way meaner.

Jason: How do you know that for sure?

Nico:

Jason: Oh my gods.

Hazel: Nico!

Nico: Look, let's forget that and focus on the part where I'm happy!

Where the Grace siblings were the first to be born after the vow.

Jason was the weapon who dared to rebel and is now "free" from his imprisonment for the quest of the seven.

And he and Percy have a few words.

Percy: notices Jason staring at him what have I got something on my face?

Dark Jason: So your the one they replaced me with? A bastard son of Neptune.

Percy: It’s Poseidon actually, wait how did you know?

Dark Jason: My apologies, chuckles what? Do you not realise you reek of the sea?

Percy: I mean yeah, well no…but how can you smell that?…realisation wow they weren’t kidding when they said you were raised by wolves.

Dark Jason: They really just picked you up from nowhere didn’t they? But you must have your uses if my father regards you so highly.

Percy: I dunno I think your old man hates me.

Dark Jason: snorts Please your free, as free as a demigod can be. If that were me who insulted him well…holds up his bound hands

Percy: That’s why your in chains? Because you insulted your dad?

Dark Jason: No I’m in chains so I can be controlled like the weapon he always wanted to me to be.

Percy:…Remind me not to complain about my dad ignoring me.

Dark Jason: He does that too, up until, the Giants rose and he sent me to face Krios with barely an instruction. And than back I went before I could even say hello to my camp…to my friends. Chuckles darkly not that Krios stood a chance.

Percy: Damn, you really are Thalia’s little brother…remind me not to piss you off.

Dark Jason:….you’ve met my sister?

Percy: Yup, she hated my gusts and now we’re friends.

Dark Jason: smiles fondly that’s my sister. Perhaps I will see her before this is over…it’s been, many years.

Percy: I’m sure she’ll show up, the hunters are always about.

Dark Jason: That they are.

Percy: Soo…are we cool? Hand out

Dark Jason: Word to the wise, Jackson. Don’t get close to me, my father is less than tolerant of those who do.

Percy: That’s a risk I’m willing to take

Dark Jason: raises an eyebrow

Percy: I sent him Medusa’s severed head in the post when I was 12, while searching for his master bolt. I don’t think befriending his wayward son is gonna top that.

Dark Jason: blinks, than chuckles very well shakes his hand.

Percy: How are you going to fight in chains tho?

Dark Jason: smirks, don’t worry about it

SITTER'S LOVE - Nico!Babysitter, Percy!Teacher-father - Chapter XV

Sim, mais uma capítulo. Para compensar pela semana passada. Espero que vocês gostem.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / / CHAPTER III, CHAPTER IV e CHAPTER V / Chapter VI e Chapter VII / Chapter VIII e Chapter IX / Chapter X, Chapter XI, Chapter XII e Chapter XIII / Chapter XIV

Percy watched that boy and did nothing, he didn't move to give him what he deserved or try to call for help, he just witnessed that beautiful scene; Will at the foot of the stairs, fuming with rage while he hugged Nico tightly.

He rested his head on top of Nico's and in return, he heard Nico sigh softly, relaxing completely against Percy.

Even though he knew he shouldn't provoke people, it was something that was in his blood. He stroked Nico's back and then looked back at Will, smiling victoriously. He understood perfectly well what this would cause, it was obvious. If someone was touching what was his, as he was doing now, he would be furious too. And sure enough, Will came towards them, marching and huffing, Will puffed out his chest, preparing for battle, and stopped right in front of them, close enough for Percy to feel Will's rapid breathing on his face. Not pleasant.

"Let go of Nico, he doesn't belong to you!”

"Ohh!" Percy said, faking the happiness he didn't feel. "If he doesn't belong to me, does that mean he's yours?”

For real, that was a question that didn’t need an answer. Nico wasn’t someone’s thing. Anyway, that didn’t matter. The fact that was worth noting was that Nico gasped and pressed himself closer to him, hiding his face in his shoulder and muttering a “Please, someone kill me,” something Percy probably shouldn’t have heard. So he decided to ignore it.

"Let. Him. Go! Now!”

"What if I don't want to? You're going to scream some more, aren't you?" Percy shook his head, pretending to be disappointed and said: "You can curse me if you want. I promise to cry just for you. What do you think?”

“You fucking--!”

Percy peered over Nico's head at Will and nearly burst out laughing.

You know, it was pretty funny. A spoiled kid thinking that his angry puppy face pretending to be a fighting bull would scare anyone. And he thought he was the little wimp there. Live and learn, right? However, Will kept his promise, he came closer again and before Percy knew it, a punch was coming towards him, but because of the height difference it would hit Nico.

At the last moment, he turned around, putting Nico with his back to the wall and took another punch in his place, in the same spot where Hades had hit him. He barely felt the impact, but he knew that the next day the bruise would be much bigger than necessary.

"Per!" Nico gasped, seeming to come out of his stupor.

"It's okay, kitten." He smiled at Nico and stroked his long black hair. It didn't even hurt, he was sincere. But Nico didn't believe it. He raised his hand and massaged the place gently, making a cute grimace of sorrow.

"The skin is swollen. It even looks like a bump has formed!”

"It’s nothing. You don't need to--”

That was the moment when Hazel decided to appear, shaking the photo album and showing a specific page that they couldn't see from that direction.

"Percy, I found-- You again! What are you doing here?" She pointed at Will and crossed her arms.

Percy knew he liked her for a good reason.

"It's none of your business, Dwarf." Will said without paying attention to her.

Percy turned his head in time to see Will raising his fist once more, another punch coming his way.

"Is that so? Then, I'll call Lalá and Katty.”

Hazel whistled and two dogs appeared. They were two adult, trained German Shepherds.

"Bite." With a sweet smile on her face, was all Hazel said.

After that, everything happened very quickly. The dogs followed their owner's orders and went after Will, who ran away, disappearing faster than he had appeared.

***

"Percy, I found-- You! What are you doing here again?”

When Hazel appeared on the balcony was the moment he knew things were only going to get more complicated. She pointed at Will and crossed her arms, the photo album forgotten in her hands.

You know? That was the reason Will didn't come to their house anymore and that was also the reason they met at Will's work, hidden in some dark alley.

The truth was that things had been a bit strange between Will and his family ever since… well, ever since Will started acting so explosively. It wasn’t anyone’s fault, exactly, Will was too jealous, too bossy, sometimes it seemed like he was going to force him into something Nico didn’t want to do, and without him even realizing it. One moment they were talking and the next… they weren’t. Even though Will knew he wasn’t ready to take that step.

The thing was, Will used to be his friend, his first friend, and Nico didn't want to lose that friendship just because they weren't sexually compatible, even though Will insisted they were. He just... Nico just didn't feel that way about Will, maybe he never had. If it weren't for his father... it was hard to define if he ever loved Will or if it was the pressure from Hades putting everything on his shoulders; the problem was that Will was always there by his side, but maybe... maybe he shouldn't be anymore? Will definitely had other priorities now, like deciding who was the alpha male or marking his territory like a dog in heat.

"It's none of your business, Dwarf." Nico heard Will say, his voice sending shivers down his spine.

Nico didn't even want to see, he didn't want to hear either. Will spoke with so much anger, with so much hate... he didn't know who Will was anymore. The boy Nico knew was sweet and respectful, the best friend in the world. Now this mean, cruel and violent man? He had never heard Will speak like that to anyone, much less seen him raise his hand against anyone.

Shrinking against Percy's chest, Nico closed his eyes, ready to receive all the aggression that Will seemed to direct only at him.

"Is that so? Then I'll call Lalá and Katty.”

Hazel whistled and the two dogs appeared, the guard dogs that looked after their property, trained by Hades and Hazel since she was little.

"Bite." Hazel said and Nico relaxed, it was a relief not to have to deal with Will now.

Will ran away and finally Nico allowed himself to sigh and breathe, feeling safe with Percy around him.

"Nico, are you okay? What did he do?”

He looked to the side and there was the angel with black skin and golden eyes, she was so tall and so kind that most of the time Nico forgot that she was only eleven years old.

"It was nothing. You know, the usual.”

"If it were me, I would have already kicked his ass so hard that Will would never sit down again." She nodded, as though imagining the whole scene, and took Nico's hand, leading them inside the house.

Percy followed closely behind him, his hands guiding his back and making him feel good. That is, until they reached the dining room where everyone was still sitting, no one was drinking or eating like before, all of them looking at their forks or laps, avoiding looking at him, or almost; Hades was the exception. He had one of the most neutral expressions Nico had ever seen in his life.

"Come on, sit down. Finish eating.”

Nico looked at the plate and his stomach turned. The food must have gone cold and the wine made him want to vomit.

"No, thanks. I'll take Perc--”

"It was you? The one who called that boy here?" Hazel said, still standing at the entrance to the dining room. "Only you would do something like that.”

"Hazel, respect your father." Maria finally spoke. She muttered, standing up and walking around the table until she was in front of her daughter. "The important thing is that the problem has been solved.”

"Solved? What was solved? That man came in here again!”

“Hazel,” Hades murmured, scolding her. “You’re right. I talked to him. I thought Will had changed, that he was worried about Nico keeping him waiting last night. I didn’t ask him to come.”

"So, you admit it! You've been talking to him behind our backs!”

"Not exactly. Mr. Solace is the mayor, how could I not talk to them?”

"Is this all because of money? I don't believe it! Is that why Nico forces himself to put up with that daddy's boy son of a b****? Cause you would lose their political support? Ahg!" Hazel looked at her father in disgust and ran out of the room, but before she went, she turned around and said: "If you ever do that to me, I'll report you for mistreatment of minors. How could you do that to your own son?”

With that, Hazel ran up the stairs and from where they were, they could hear the door slam with a loud thud.

***

"Yeah, well…" He turned to Percy and ignored everything else, almost hiding back against the man's chest. Instead, he tried to smile and look apologetic. It probably didn't work. But he was surprised, Percy brought his hands to his face and wiped away the tears he hadn't even noticed were falling.

"No need to cry, it's okay.”

“I--”

"Really. It was my fault. You don't have to be sad about it. Hmm?" Percy smiled at him, showing that small smirk, and touched his hair, stroking it slowly, calming him with just a gentle gesture and sweet words.

Strangely reassured, Nico felt a weird sensation in the pit of his stomach and observed Percy's eyes, clear as the sea, firm and warm in his touch, determined, affectionate. He didn't know what to say, that gesture seemed more than a simple caress, its meaning expanding each time Percy did something like that; the gesture becoming more familiar and intimate than before. But Nico had promised, he wouldn't run away from his feelings. So he continued to look at him and let the moment drag on until the minutes passed and Will's memory slowly faded.

Percy just stood there with Nico, hugging him around the waist, massaging his hair and smiling at him.

“Are you okay?” Percy finally spoke, whispering close to his ear, like a secret.

Nico mumbled something back, something nonsensical. Percy smiled, his voice coming out in a deep cat-like purr, the laughter echoing through his chest and broad shoulders, making Nico feel it in his hands, still resting on Percy's shoulders.

"Do you want to come with me? I don't blame you. I would run away from here too if I could.”

Nico smiled at Percy. Yes, he found himself smiling. Nico smiled because it was the only thing to do at that moment, the only logical thing that would keep him sane; mostly, Nico smiled because that was the effect Percy had on him, even when the man acted like a jerk his reaction was to laugh, whether he was happy, angry or... something else, his reaction would always be that.

“I’ll walk you to the door?” Nico asked. He wouldn’t mind spending some more time with him. However, it was already dark and he didn’t want Percy to get home too late.

So Nico took him by the hand and led him along the path between the vegetations until they reached the wooden gate at the entrance to the property.

"Thanks for bearing with me. It was a fun night.”

"I bet." Nico muttered back.

Super fun.

Percy smiled at him and took a step back, preparing to leave when he stopped in his tracks and turned to Nico, now more sober.

"I was serious about you coming with me. For as long as you need.”

"I-- I can't. It wouldn't be..." The word Nico was looking for was "good" or "healthy," but what came out was something else. "...fair. You've done so much for me. I don't know how to thank you.”

"You don't have to. Never. I wouldn't ask for what you're not willing to give. And I don't expect you to give me anything back.”

Percy's response to his ears sounded ambiguous, with more meaning than he was ready to accept. So Nico just nodded and waited for Percy to walk away, looking down and feeling strangely disappointed, sensing that something was changing again and in such a short time. However, before Percy had completely walked away, Nico saw Percy coming back with hurried steps and… and he hadn't expected that.

Holding his breath, Nico saw Percy stop in front of him and... and hold his shoulder, watched those hands go up to his neck and stop there, firm and warm. It was then that Percy looked at him very closely and... and kissed his face, too close to his mouth and, at the same time, far away.

Percy pressed his mouth there for longer than necessary, massaging his hair, and slowly released him. Only then did Nico realize how possessive Percy's touch seemed, much more intense than the other times. Yes, this time Percy didn't smile, and neither did he do it. Percy looked at Nico as if memorizing his features and finally pulled away, hesitating.

"See you on Monday.”

Percy turned his back on him, got into his giant jeep and sped away. Before he knew it, Percy was long gone, leaving him with nothing but silence and his own thoughts, and maybe a little discomfort between his legs.

See you soon!

THERE'S NO PLACE LIKE HOME - PERCY/NICO AU HIGH SCHOOL - CHAPTER V

Hi, we are back (temporarily). I'm still on my resting days, but I managed to bring you one more chapter. Hope you like it.

Previous chapters: CHAPTER I / CHAPTER II / CHAPTER III / CHAPTER IV

As expected, a new day came. The sun was shining brightly through the blinds, the birds were singing and they were late. Still, what worried Nico was not the fact that it was almost seven o'clock in the morning, but that someone was knocking on the door. And that someone was his sister, Bianca, who would usually be long gone to her first class of the day, but now was standing inside his room, watching them happily.

He was in a nightmare, that had to be the only explanation to justify the scene Nico has found himself in. Percy against his back, hugging him tight with only a sheet hiding their crotch. If Bianca decided to pull back the sheets, she would see it all, the marks on Percy's back and the hickey between Nico’s legs, impossible to miss even from that distance. And contrary to what he thought, Bianca decided to be kind. She waved goodbye with a lopsided smile and closed the door softly, though he could hear the sound of her laughter as she walked away down the hall. And again, he wondered what he was doing. He hadn't even… hadn’t reciprocated Percy the night before. He was the pettiest, most selfish person in the whole world.

Nico would’ve continued his self-flagellation if he hadn't felt the silent laughter against his back.

“Are you laughing at me?” Nico said, turning in Percy's arms. The boy was awake and wearing one of those smiles that infuriated and excited him at the same time.

“You have to admit, it's pretty funny.”

"No, it is not!”

"What's new? It's not the first time someone has caught us sleeping together.”

"Yeah? But it's the first time we're naked!”

“Oh.” Percy says, his smile softening. "It's even better.”

"You--you!"

Nico got up faster than a rocket, he grabbed the first thing he saw and threw it at Percy's head. When he saw it was a pillow, he picked up the object again and smacked Percy over the head with it until his arms began to ache and he was forced to stop, settling where he was, only now realizing to be Percy's lap. What pissed him off the most was the fact that Percy didn't even try to defend himself, laughing, sprawled across the bed like it was the happiest day of his life.

“Percy!”

“Gods! I think I’m dying. Did I go back in time by any chance? I still remember--

"Don’t you dare! How old are you?”

"Ten. Want to play house? I’ll build a fort out of chairs and blankets and we can--

"What got into you today, huh?"

"I'm happy. Don’t you?”

Nico stopped in the middle of another complaint, realizing that he was naked and still sitting on Percy's lap, just like he had a thousand times before, but this time, it meant so much more.

“Of course I am. But you don't have to go back to kindergarten.”

"Why not? It’s more fun than pretending to be a responsible adult.”

"We're not pretending… are we?"

“Nico." That's what Percy said before sitting down and hugging him tightly from the middle of his back. “I can fake many things, what I feel for you is not one of them.”

“I don't understand why now. What has changed?”

"Everything changed. You went away.”

“Per… I didn't know you cared so much, I thought… it was better if you didn't have a shadow following you around the corners.”

“Nico." Now Percy looked like he was in pain. "Who told you that? What made you think like this?”

“Well… it's just… you know… she said those things and I asked myself 'what if it's true?' I thought a little distance would be good.”

"For who? For me or for you?”

It was a good question. He just didn't want to feel so bad every time he saw those people in the school’s hallways, murmuring behind his back, things he didn't even want to know what it was, but deep down already suspected what it could be.

"Answer me.” Then Percy grabbed his face and made him look at him closely. "What were you running from?"

"Does it matter now? What will you do? Go after them and say how horrible they are? What... what's the use of looking back at the past?”

"When did you grow so much?" Percy didn't look happy about it, resigned at best.

“When I had to leave behind the one I loved the most.”

This finally silenced Percy, the boy looking at him so sadly it looked like Percy would burst into tears at any moment.

“I know who did this.” Percy said. “I needed to hear it from you. I didn't want to believe that she would do something like that.”

Nico found himself smiling, though it was a wilted, sad thing. That was the truth, people were mean and some of them would do anything to get what they wanted. The secret was not to be innocent and protect yourself, or try to stay away from their wrath. 

What could you do but try? He hugged Percy tightly and laid his head on Percy's shoulder. Since they were running late, there’s no need to rush things up.

***

When they finally went downstairs with their shower taken and hair combed, breakfast was already on the table; eggs, bacon, coffee, and juice. Something simple, but that they rarely had time to do. Why didn't they? Ah, now he remembered. Having to run from Will or explain to his father why he didn't want to spend time at the company had indeed taken up all his time and Bianca's as well, who ran from Hades as much or more than he himself did. But here? In the stillness without people chasing them was heaven, like a weight had finally lifted off their shoulders. It probably wouldn't last long, unfortunately. That’s why Nico wanted to take it slow, and maybe that way, he’d have more time to organize his mind and decide what to do from this moment on.

"All good?” Percy said in the hallway, as they left the room, heading towards the stairs to reach the first floor. “You've been quiet since we got in the bath.”

“Hm.” Was he that obvious or was Percy just paying attention? "I was thinking…”

"In what?”

“I… I just want to finish high school without the drama, you know? Graduate and try to make something useful out of life.”

"Is this about us?"

“I meant it when I said I didn't want a boyfriend. But I want my bestfriend back.”

"Allright.” Percy waved, all serious, though he had his hands on Nico's shoulders as they walked down the stairs, too close, to be honest. But it was a closeness Nico liked, even if he knew it made things more complicated. "Are you going to stop talking to me or is it about the sex?"

"I…" It was another good question. Did he want to get away from Percy?

“So there's no reason to put labels on what we are. It's just a name. I’ll never ask for something that you are not interested in providing.”

Nico knew all of this. Percy had never done something like that before and it wasn't now that his friend would start forcing him into something. In fact, Percy had been so patient that he'd been mistaking care for disinterest all these years. Now, he understood. Well, he understood because of yesterday. It was revealing. For real.

"Percy, look--”

“I understand more than anyone, but that doesn't change anything between us. I'm not in a hurry and I'm not going anywhere.”

"You promise?”

"I promise. I'm the same old Percy and you are my sweet little Nico. Nothing’s going to change.”

Nico blinked slowly and found himself lost in Percy's eyes, caught in every word and every whisper uttered. He knew all of this and hated how sexual the nickname now sounded, ‘my little Nico’ or ‘my sweet Nico’ spilling from Percy's lips in a tone so possessive and hot he should have run far away while he still could. He knew he should, and that was the problem, the urge and compulsion to get close to Percy was greater than any rationalization he could’ve had. When he realized what was happening, he found himself pressed against the wall at the bottom of the stairs, Percy right next to him, hands on his ass, their hips grinding against each other, and Percy's fingers pulling him by his hair in that kind of kiss meant for privacy of a bedroom walls.

He didn't remember Percy being this intense. Was all of this really because he'd been away for two years? The boy he knew was sweet, kind, and selfless. Now, most of the time, he could barely control himself when Percy decided that talking wasn't what they were supposed to do. Like in that moment, feeling Percy's hips grinding against his, almost making him come in his pants like a teenager, something he'd never was defore.

Gathering strength he didn't even know he had, Nico dragged his lips away from Percy's and took a deep breath and then pushed him away, just enough to disentangle their bodies, holding Percy by the shoulders at a safe distance.

"You can’t do that. You said you wouldn't force me.”

“I'm not forcing you.” Then Percy thought again and added, “I’m sorry. I won't do it again.”

Nico wasn't sure he believed it. Those green eyes on him, so intense they seemed to burn wherever they landed and the quick, gasping breaths told him something else, told him that if it was up to Percy they wouldn't be standing in the middle of the stairs.

"Percy, I don't think this is going to work."

“I said I'm sorry. I had to wait a long time. That's it. I'm not a monster, no matter what people say.”

“Nobody says anything.” Well, not since he went abroad. He remembered how Lou and Alabaster had hinted that Percy was waiting for the right moment to strike. And, all he had thought at the time was, “So what if Percy was? Were they jealous?” In the end, he'd walked away with a broken heart and another trauma for the collection.

“Hm, beautiful.” Percy smiled and this time Nico was paying attention. Percy took a step forward and contrary to what he expected, Percy didn't try to kiss him, I mean, not on the lips. Percy took his hands and brought them to his lips, kissing each finger separately. "I would never do anything that could hurt you. I hope you know that.”

"I do know.” Nico thought he knew, but he had discovered that good people could do bad things and after his last relationship, he wasn't sure of anything. “Just… let's take it slow, shall we?”

"Sure, Nico.”

Percy smiled once more and let both hands fall apart only to hold them in a comforting grip as they both looked down at their clasped hands. It was a scene he had never let himself visualize before, him and Percy, in a quiet place, nature around them, maybe some chairs stretched out in the sun and the two of them together, holding each other's hand as they watched the sun go down. Maybe… maybe if he was lucky enough. In a not too distant future. Maybe if they could--

“Here you are. How long will you whisper in the dark?

It was Bianca. Who else could it be?

***

For some reason, Percy wanted to laugh, even though the experience was turning out to be stranger than he'd anticipated. Instead of finding Hades who had told him he would arrive that morning, it was Bianca who had greeted them last night and opened the door for them; she hadn't asked anything and just said, 'Nico's room is in the same place.'

With a shrug, he had picked Nico up and headed upstairs, not the least bit put off by Bianca's presence. Percy admitted he was moving too fast, too eager, but who could blame him when as soon as they entered the room Nico had moaned softly and kissed him even sweeter, starting to take off his own clothes and lying in the middle of the bed with his legs open? He was only human, and like the weak being that he was, he did what Nico didn't have the courage to ask aloud, but said with his gaze and all that bare skin. Percy had knelt on the bed, kissed from Nico's legs to his neck to finally touch where he wanted most. Maybe he got a little carried away, touched too hard, because when he saw Nico, the boy was coming in his mouth and on his face, moaning as if it hurt and contracting so hard that for a moment he thought Nico was going to have an epileptic seizure; the only reason Percy wasn't worried was the expression of pure ecstasy on the delicate face of his baby, the heaving sigh as Nico relaxed on the bed and closed his eyes, calm and content.

He hadn't even cared about the result, him excited and frustrated, and Nico sleeping peacefully. It was his fault, plus Nico was under no obligation to reciprocate, whether they were dating or not. Taking a deep breath, all Percy did for long minutes was watch Nico sleeping comfortably on the bed, arms stretched over his head, gripping the pillows, legs spread and cock now flaccid, small and collected in the path of thin black hair that went from the lower part of his belly button to his groin, still wet with saliva and semen. Percy wanted to touch him again right then, turn Nico on one more time and see how long it took for him to come again.

In the end, making an effort to get away, Percy got out of bed slowly so as not to wake Nico up, entered the bathroom that was inside the suite and lowered his pants. It would be safer if he took care of things away from Nico, just to make sure he could behave the rest of the night; Percy knew how suspicious Nico was when it came to sexuality and trust, especially when a year ago Nico had broken up with his boyfriend and not told him the reason. And even if he suspected what had happened, that was none of his business either. If Nico didn't want to tell him, Percy should respect his decision. For now.

That way, He took care of things mechanically, found a clean towel, dampened it with warm water and cleaned Nico, then stripped off his clothes and climbed into bed with him. Percy had barely laid his head on the pillow when Nico wrapped his arms around his neck in his sleep, snuggling against him. Legs against legs and chest against chest, practically kissing him, stretched against his body.

"I missed you.” Nico murmured, sighing contentedly and falling back into his deep sleep once more.

Percy thought that had been one of the happiest moments of his life, Nico after so long letting himself be vulnerable around him when Percy thought that these scenes would never happen again.

Feeling a tightness in his heart as if it would explode at any moment and wanting to cry, Percy finally allowed himself to close his eyes and accept his feelings. He loved Nico, not even time or other people would make that same sense of completeness set in; no one made him feel as good and as powerful as Nico did, no one made him laugh or cry as easily, or create this crazy desire in him to be the best just to make sure he was able to give Nico everything he needed.

“I missed you too.” Percy ended up muttering back before falling asleep, pulling Nico closer and finally letting himself go.

Now they were sitting at the kitchen table, Bianca sitting across from him while Nico sat beside him, filling a plate with food and a cup of plain, unsweetened coffee, handing it to him.

“You still remember.” Percy said picked up the cup, taking a sip and inhaling the fragrance of freshly brewed and ground coffee, not as strong as he liked, but of exemplary quality. It was all so familiar that Percy found himself smiling, watching Bianca smirking and Nico pretend he wasn't embarrassed by the compliment. Nico was never very good at receiving them.

"I did nothing.”

“Hm.” He murmured, trying not to provoke Nico any further. But he couldn't help it, he followed Nico with his gaze, seeing him finally sit down and grab a glass of orange juice, taking a long sip before concentrating on his plate, when Bianca looked at him and asked:

"Percy Jackson, what brings you here?"

“Nico.” He said and smiled at Bianca. Between them there was never room for anything but outright sincerity. After all, she had allowed Nico to practically move into his home for those long, magnificent years and he wouldn’t do anything to break the trust between them.

"Are you serious this time?"

"Yes.”

"That’s nice.”

Bianca nodded, satisfied. She turned back to her food and raised a mouthful of eggs to her lips.

"What was this?” Nico asked, putting down his fork. He crossed his arms and glared at them.

"I wanted to know.” Bianca shrugged. “You arrived late yesterday.”

"I can’t believe this!” Nico covered his face and groaned anxiously. "Did you see us?"

"I saw everything.”

There was silence, however, not for long. Nico pushed back his chair and stood up, staggering.

“I need… I need to get my bag.”

Which was just one reason for him to hide for a while or until the blush faded away. Percy watched Nico drag himself out of the kitchen and turned to Bianca.

"So, then?" He asked. He knew Bianca wanted to say something, but he didn't want Nico to hear.

"You look different.”

"As?”

“More…decided. Mature.”

“Some things happened.”

When Bianca didn't say anything else, he shrugged and continued:

“Nico left and I found out a few things.”

"Things?”

"Nothing much.”

Bianca raised her eyebrows and Percy surrendered.

“It seems I was very nice and innocent. So I decided not to be anymore.”

"Do not tell me.”

"Nobody tells me these things! I thought Nico didn't think about…about…”

“Sex?”

“Apparently I was wrong and he thought I wasn't interested.”

"Hm..." Bianca looked at him for a few more moments and was merciful. “It's not your fault, it was that blonde girl who was always after you.”

"Damn it. I don't even like women!"

"And? I would be more careful if I were you.”

Percy knew this wasn't a threat but it was a warning, as Bianca would never do anything to get in the way of Nico's happiness.

"Do you think I should do something more drastic?"

“I think Nico would do something drastic if he thinks he's in the way.”

Percy stopped breathing for a moment and realized the seriousness of the problem, only now did he see that Bianca looked worried. She wouldn't be home when responsibility always came first for the Di Angelos; she wouldn't be wasting that precious time if Bianca didn't think it was extremely important.

“I'll take care of everything. You don’t need to worry.”

"It's what I hope.”

With that, they both lowered their heads and continued to eat until Nico returned, calmer and more composed. Both finished eating the rest of the food, and in a hurry, Nico soon pulled him by the hand and towards the car parked in front of the Di Ângelo's house.

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Last week I posted the first extra chapter (I planned three of these) and also got no reaction.

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