User:Vermillion King Of Mischief/Sandbox10

"C-can I see father now?" Nico asked playing with his blue hair which was braided into a pony tail. He was shorter then the man standing in front of him only reaching his elbows. The man was wearing a black cloak that obscured all of his features not allowing the boy to see what he looked like. "No...he is busy at the moment" a man said in an annoyed tone. His annoyed tone came from the same boy who came everyday to ask the same question at the same time. "Tr-" before the man could finish Nico finished his sentence for him. "-y again tomorrow. He will most likely be free then. Your father does have a lot of work so, he won't always be there until he finishes."

"Seeems your Mind Reading skill has gotten better" the man said a bit impressed. "No...I just have gone through this everyday that I know what you'll say." The boy said upset before turning around and leaving the man alone.

Nico walked down the long halls before arriving at a large set of black colored rooms. He easily pushed the doors open revealing a large dark bedroom. In the center was a large velvet bed that was easily four times bigger then the boy. There were large velvet curtains covering the windows making the room very dark and almost hard to see in there. The boy walked towards the bed stepping over the scattered pieces of paper and some toys ranging from cars to action figures. With a sigh Nico sat on the bed ans pointed his finger at a toy causing it to float up. He then shot a small blast of lightning destroying it completely and leaving a smell of burning plastic in the air. He didn't mind it much and just laid down on the bed before swiping his hands and closing the large double doors. "I really wish I could talk to father...I know this war he is doing needs his full attention and all. This might be very selfish of me to think or say afterall." Nico said talking to himself while rolling on his bed.

There was a knock on his door which made the boy shoot up excitedly. "Come in."" He said with a smile on his face. (Might be father) he thought excitedly before a young girl peeked her head through the door. The smile from the boy's face fadded away before it became a frown. "What is it..." he said a bit harshly.