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જ⁀➴ We Only See Each Other At Weddings And Funerals.

╰┈ BEWARE OF .. violence, swearing, mention of drugs

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On the 12th hour of the first day of October 1989, 43 women around the world gave birth. This was unusual only in the fact that none of these women had been pregnant when the day first began. Sir Reginald Hargreeves, eccentric billionaire and adventurer, resolved to locate and adopt as many of the children as possible.

He got eight of them.

At first glance, Y/N would look like your average teenage girl. The assumption wouldn’t be wrong if it wasn’t for the un-natural powers she was born with, and the fact that she couldn’t age like the rest of her siblings.

Unlike the said siblings, Y/N didn’t leave the mansion they all grew up in. Of course, she wasn’t a big fan of living with her father even after everyone left. He never gave her break, still always making her work her ass off. Reginald ran multiple tests on Y/N, explaining her never aging body.

But all the training, tests and abuse ended when the old man had died. Y/N was sitting in her room reading a book when Pogo walked in, giving her the news and then swiftly leaving. Y/N couldn’t tell what she was feeling. He was a terrible person, but he also raised her and put a roof over her head along with food. Still a dick tho. She was conflicted.

By the time night came around there was only one thought in her mind. Her siblings would be coming home tomorrow. All of them. Except one.

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“Vanya?” Allison spoke as her sister entered the house. “You're actually here.” She chuckles softly.

“Hey, Allison.” Vanya responds with a small smile.

“Hey, sis.” The girls hug as another family member comes into the room.

“Ah. What is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did.” Diego scoffs out.

“You're seriously gonna do this today?” Allison crosses her arms, moving to face her brother.

“Yeah, Dee. You’re gonna act like this, on this dreadful day.” Y/N would have sarcasm dripping from her lips if it could. The three siblings turned to the staircase, where Y/N was standing with one hand on her hip, the other hand waving. A small smile plastered on her lips.

“Oh my god.” Was all Diego spoke, his jaw slightly lowered in shock. Diego and Y/N we’re the closest of the bunch. Their personality’s clashed in a beautiful way. Despite not being blood related, they did see each other as real siblings.

After a short pause, the man walked up the stairs and wrapped his sister in a hug, slightly lifting her feet off the ground. “Hey, Flower” his voice was just above a whisper.

“Hi, Dee.” She hugged him back with just as much force before letting go. She walked down the stairs to greet her other siblings. “Hello, Vans, Allison.” They wrapped her in a hug, softer then Diego had, and swiftly let go.

Vanya and Y/N we’re close, she was the one of the only ones who came back once and a while to check on her, before she seemingly disappeared from the world and didn’t show up. As for Allison, the girls didn’t get along that much when they were younger, but they still had a good sisterly bond.

Allison looks back at Diego after the hug, continuing their brawl from before. “Way to dress for the occasion by the way.”

The male scoffed, back in his attitude. “At least I'm wearing black.” He then walked off toward the other side of the house, leaving the three sisters to themselves.

“You know what? I... Maybe he's right.” Vanya stutters. “And I shouldn't...”

“Forget about him.” Allison stops Vanya from continuing her sentence. “I'm glad you're here.” She says before moving her pointer finger to Y/N and back to herself. “We’re glad you’re here”

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Y/N had left her siblings to do their own exploring before the funeral started as she sat in the kitchen on a stool and rested her elbows on the table in front of her. She thought back to what Diego had said earlier about Allison’s clothing, making her glance down at her own. She, of course, couldn’t fit in other clothes except for her Umbrella Academy uniform, the usual white shirt and burgundy tie, plaid skirt and blouse.

The girl sighed. It’s not like her father would’ve taken her on a shopping spree anyway. Lost in her thoughts, she was pulled out when she heard screaming from upstairs. She carefully got down off the stool with furrowed eyebrows and made her way to the commotion.

“-ut of his chair.” Was heard when she noticed Luther standing in front of what use to now be Reginald’s office.

“Oh, wow, Luther!” Came another voice from inside the office. “Wow, you really, uh.. You really filled out over the years, huh?” Hmm, must be Klaus. Y/N thought as she stalks closer to the door.

“Klaus.” Bingo.

“Save the lecture. I was already leaving.” Klaus gets up from the desk he was standing behind and starts to head over to the door. “You guys can talk amongst yourselves.” He chuckles softly.

As Klaus was walking towards the door, Luther put his hand on the side of his arm. “Drop it.”

“Ex-squeeze me?”

“Do it. Now.”

The druggie stared at Luther before ripping his arm out of his grasp and walked back over to the desk. “All right. All right.” He shuffled through his pockets, pulling things out. “It's just an advance on our inheritance! That's all it is. No need to get your little panties in a bunch.” As he finishes, he finally walks to the door to leave.

“You took something, didn’t you?” Klaus jumps and turns around, seeing Y/N leaning against the wall with a small smirk on her face.

“J-Jesus, Y/N! How long have you been standing there?” He questions, walking to her and pulling her in for a hug, rocking back and forth for a moment before letting go.

“Oh, just long enough to see Luther get his ‘little panties in a bunch’” She quoted him. The man let out a small laugh as the two started to walk down the hall. Klaus pulled out a box he had hidden underneath his shirt and kissed the top of it.

“You’re not gonna tell Luther, are you?”

“Please, his brain is probably to mushed from space to even comprehend what anyone is trying to say unless it’s about Dad.”

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After a while, most of the siblings where sat in the living room of the large home. Y/N had sat down next to Vanya who was looking around anxiously - trying to avoid eye contact. Y/N softly grabbed her hand with her own and when Vanya turned to look at Y/N, she gave her a small smile.

“Um...” Luther started, standing up. Klaus could be heard drink pouring behind them. “I guess we should get this started. So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot.”

“Dad had a favorite spot?” Questioned Allison.

“You know, under the oak tree.” Luther answered rather quickly. “We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?”

“None of us were good enough for him.” Number eight mumbled, loud enough for Vanya to hear.

“Will there be refreshments?” Klaus breaks the uncomfortable mood. “Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner.”

“What? No. And put that out.” Luther complains about the cigarette Klaus has in his mouth. “Dad didn't allow smoking in here.”

“Is that my skirt?”

“What?” He looks down. “Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits.” He does a small bow.

“Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?”

“Like what?” Speaks Diego.

“Like the way he died.”

“And here we go.”

Vanya decides to speak up. “I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack.”

“Yeah, according to the coroner.” Luther confirms.

“Well, wouldn't they know?” Continues Vanya.

“Theoretically.”

“Theoretically?”

“I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange.”

Klaus gurgles. “Oh, quelle surprise!”

“The last time you also talked to Dad, you were all the way up on the moon.” Y/N cut in, earning a smirk from Diego.

“Strange how?” Allison asks.

“He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust.” He tells her.

“Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.” Diego stands up.

“No. He must have known something was going to happen.” Luther looks at Klaus who was now sitting next to Y/N. “Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad.”

Klaus scoffs. “I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, "Dad, could you just... stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"”

Luther stared at him. “Since when? That's your thing.”

“I'm not in the right... frame of mind.”

“You're high?” Allison says.

He laughed. “Yeah! Yeah! I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?” Y/N nodded her head slowly, he had a point.

“Well, sober up, this is important.” Luther demands. “Then there's the issue of the missing monocle.”

“Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?” Diego asks.

“Exactly. It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge.” Luther spills out, moving his eyes to look at Y/N before moving back to face Diego.

Klaus squints his eyes. “Where are you going with this?”

“Oh, isn't it obvious, Klaus?” Diego starts. “He thinks one of us killed Dad. And his main suspect is Y/N.”

“You do?”

“How could you think that?”

“What the hell, Luther!”

“Great job, Luther. Way to lead.”

“That's not what I'm saying.” He defended himself.

“You're crazy, man. You're crazy.”

He continued. “I've not finished.” Most people had gotten up and walked away.

“Sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom. Be right back.” Says Klaus taking his leave.

“That's not what I was saying.”

“Really Luther? You thought I killed Dad?” Y/N stood from her sitting position and moved to stand in front of Luther. He may have been bigger and taller, but Y/N was scarier.

“I-I just- you were the only one here when he died.” He stuttered out.

Y/N scoffed. “You think I wanted to stay here? I never got a choice!” She yelled as Luther took a step back. “Y’know, I wish I had killed the old man, maybe then I would’ve been able to live and be not stuck here in my 13-year-old body for the rest of my life!” Y/N breathed heavily as she used her power to create a smoke allusion and disappear off to her room. Her favourite way of leaving a conversation.

The girl placed her hands on each side of her head and paced back and forth. She really did want to grow up and experience life, maybe even have a family some day. But because of their father, it was ripped away from her. She would never forgive him for such problems.

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“Our world is changing. Has changed. There are some among us gifted with abilities far beyond the ordinary. I have adopted seven such children. I give you the inaugural class of the Umbrella Academy.”

“Mr. Hargreeves! Mr. Hargreeves. Channel 9 News. What happened to their parents?”

“They were suitably compensated.”

“Are you concerned about the welfare of the children?”

“Of course. As I am for the fate of the world.”

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As Y/N calmed down, laying on her bed facing the ceiling, “I Think We're Alone Now" by Tiffany started playing. She sat up, eyebrows raised in confusion as she got off the bed. Her foot subconsciously moving up and down to the best of the music. She slowly started to move her body, feeling herself become free for a moment.

Y/N -like the other people in the house- started to dance. It was almost a suspenseful moment. A moment in time that would soon be forgotten as thunder rumbles, music stops and glass shatters. Y/N stopped what she was doing and ran downstairs, through the door that was open to see her siblings standing. Across from them was a blue portal.

The wind howling was what filled Y/N’s ears before Vanya questioned, “What is it?”

“Don't get too close!” Allison says, reaching for Y/N’s arm to move her back as she moved slightly closer to the portal.

“Yeah, no shit.” Yells Diego.

“Hey, it looks like some sort of temporal anomaly.” Y/N yells back, earning some questionable glances.

“Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.”

“Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.”

Suddenly, Klaus yells, “Out of the way!” As he throws a fire extinguisher into the portal.

Allison, who still has a small grip on Y/N, turns around to look at Klaus. “What is that gonna do?”

“I don't know. Do you have a better idea?”

electricity crackles from the blue hole again. It was getting bigger.

Luther makes his way to the front of the group. “Everybody get behind me.”

Diego follows his footsteps. “Yeah, get behind us.” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“I vote for running, c'mon!”

electricity crackles once again before screams are heard and the thunder fades. It was silent as someone fell from the portal and it disappeared. The person lays on the ground for a moment before standing up. “Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?”

And it wasn’t just him. Y/N moved around to see what Klaus exclaimed. Five Hargreeves, standing a few feet away from her in an oversized suit, still looking the same as he was 17 years ago.

“Shit.”

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The group sat at the table in the kitchen where Y/N was beforehand as they watched Five walk around to grab the bread.

“What’s the date. The exact date.” He asks, starting to make a sandwich.

“The 24th.” Replied Vanya.

“Of what?”

“March.”

“Good.” He continues to make his snack, ignoring the glances from his siblings.

“So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?” Silence. Luther stands up. “It's been 17 years.”

Five moves to stand in front of his brother. “It's been a lot longer than that.” He blinks to the other side of the room to grab the marshmallows.

“I haven't missed that.” Luther mutters.

“Where'd you go?”

“The future. It's shit, by the way.”

“Called it.” Cheers Klaus.

“I should've listened to the old man. You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice.” He explains, opening the fridge to grab the peanut butter.

“No, we didn’t know, you prick.” Y/N stares at Five, him being back was something totally unexpected it threw her off. Five and her didn’t always get along, sure the pair were friends but Five always seemed like he was too good for her. It pissed Y/N off no doubt.

Without looking up, Five replies, “Nice to see you too, Y/N.” After a moment pause, he does look up and straight to Klaus. “Nice dress.”

“Oh, well, danke!”

“Wait, how did you get back?”

“In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time.” Five lays out.

“That makes no sense.”

“Well, it would if you were smarter.” Diego springs up to lunge at Five, but his held back by Luther.

“How long were you there?”

“Forty-five years. Give or take.” Everyone’s eyes widen.

“So what are you saying? That you're 58?” Luther asks.

“No, my consciousness is 58.” Five sarcasticly smiles. “Apparently, my body is now 13 again. And so is Y/N’s it appears.” He finishes as he makes eye contact with the said girl.

“Wait, how does that even work?” More questions were thrown at him.

“Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh.” He takes a bite of his sandwich. “Bet she's laughing now.”

“Delores?” Vanya mentions.

Five hums, picking up a need paper. “Guess I missed the funeral.”

“How'd you know about that?” Luther once again asks.

“Jesus, Luther. What part of the future do you not understand?” Y/N was getting a bit frustrated and confused. First her brother suggested that she killed their dad and now the boy she may or may not have had a slight crush on was back.

Wait what?

“Heart failure, huh?”

“Yeah.” “No.”

Five hums once again and clicks his tongue “Nice to see nothing's changed.”

“Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?” Allison speaks up, turning around to face where Five had began walking.

“What else is there to say? The circle of life.” Five yells back as he walks away.

“That was interesting.”

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Thunder rumbles as the siblings piled out into the courtyard, all holding umbrellas expect for Diego and Luther. Y/N had her classic Academy umbrella, black with burgundy trimming and their logo printed on the left side. She stood between Klaus and Five.

“Did something happen?” Grace asks her kids, who strangely glance at her.

“Dad died. Remember?”

“Oh. Yes, of course.”

“Is Mom okay?” Allison asks to no one in particular.

“Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Diego answers for everyone.

“Whenever you're ready, dear boy.” Says Pogo as Luther opens the urn and tilts it down to flow Regionals ashes on the ground.

“Probably would have been better with some wind.” He awkwardly says.

“Does anyone wish to speak?” It stays silent. “Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt He was my master...and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy...”

“He was a monster.” Cuts in Diego. Klaus lets out a laugh. “He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him.”

“Diego.” Warns Allison.

“My name is Number Two. You know why?Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had Mom do it.”

Grace, who was oblivious to the situation asks, “Would anyone like something to eat?”

“No, it's okay, Mom.” Vanya replies.

“Oh, okay.”

Diego steps forward. “Look, you wanna pay your respects? Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was.” He speaks out.

“You should stop talking now.” Luther also warns.

“No, I think Diego should keep going.” Y/N says back. As much as she rather not watch her siblings fight, she was also just bored.

“Y/N—”

“Dad was a shitty person.” She cuts Luther off. Five looks at her from the side, seeing her face was mutual and almost hard. He mentally noted to ask her about it later.

“Y/N, that’s enough.”

“She’s right. You wouldn’t know, Luther. You’re still defending him? After everything he did to you? Everything he did to Y/N? He had to ship you a million miles away. That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!” Diego ranted on, pushing at Luther’s chest, causing the boys to get into a fist fight.

Everyone took steps back when they got a bit to close for comfort. Pogo could be heard yelling at them to stop and Klaus put his arm in front of Five and Y/N, to which Five swatted away.

He turned to Y/N. “What is Diego talking about? What did he do to you?” Y/N turned her head away from the scene, an unreadable expression on her face.

She shrugged. “Is now really a good time to ask?” She motions to the brawl. Five gives her a soft nudge with his elbow on her side. Y/N sighs. “Just some tests, y’know. Lab rat kinda situation.” Five stared at her. In all the time he was gone, he didn’t imagine their father would use one of the kids for projects, but then again he was gone for so long.

Turning back to the scene, grunts and screams could be heard from all the people. Pleas of ‘stop it’ and ‘hit him/me’ we’re all muttered around. Pogo had soon left, looking tired of all the nonsense.

“We don't have time for this.” Five says, walking away and going back inside the house. Y/N was about to follow him when she heard a loud of what seemed like glass. She turned around seeing Ben’s statue laying in the ground.

“And there goes Ben's statue.” Allison says, also turning to leave.

Diego pulls out a knife. “Diego, no!” Shouts Vanya.

Luther gasps and pants as a knife cuts through his sleeve. He hold his arm for a few moments before stumbling inside.

Vanya walks up to Diego. “You never know when to stop, do you?”

“You got enough material for your sequel yet?”

“He was my father, too.”

Y/N didn’t stay much longer to see the rest of what was happening, instead, she like the rest made her way through the back door. Once inside she closed her umbrella and grabbed a small green blanket that was laying on the arm of a couch. She wrapped it around herself, finding the comfort in the material.

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Five was looking through multiple pantries and cupboards for something while Klaus and Y/N sat at the table once again. Klaus was hugging a guitar, his fingers softly running over the cords. Meanwhile Y/N wrapped her blanket tighter over her frame.

Allison had walked in the room, setting down her jacket and stalked towards the table. “Where’s Vanya?”

“Oh, she's gone.” Answers Klaus.

“That's unfortunate.”

“Yeah.” Allison agrees, assuming Five was talking about the absence of his sister.

“An entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee.” He rants.

“Dad hated caffeine.”

“Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us.” Klaus laughs, getting Y/N to laugh with him.

After a pause, Five speaks. “I'm taking the car.”

“Where are you going?” Klaus was now sitting up in his seat, interested in what the youngster was up too.

Five stared at him. “To get a decent cup of coffee.”

“Do you even know how to drive?” Allison says.

“Probably not.” Y/N mutters, although Klaus heard it and snickered.

Five also must’ve heard it as he walked to her with a smug face and grabbed her hand and pulled. Making her stand up as the blanket slowly fell the the floor. “I know how to do everything.” He says as he spatial jumps.

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The duo lands in the car just outside the academy. Five in the drivers seat and Y/N in the passenger.

“Oh brother, what do I owe the pleasure of being dragged along for?” Asks a sarcastic Y/N. She hears Five scoff from beside her as she rolls down the window.

“First, don’t ever call me brother. And second, you’re the only person I can stand right now. Well expect Vanya.” Five explains as his hands grip the steering wheel slightly.

Y/N suppresses a laugh, shaking her head jokingly as she rests her head on the side of the door. The cold rain drops making their way onto her forehead but she didn’t mind, it felt refreshing. From the corner of her eye she could see Five taking curious glances at her.

“Did Dad really use you as a lab rat?.” He quietly asks as if he was questioning if he should’ve asked or not.

“Yeah.” with her head still placed on the door, Y/N’s eyes travel to the outdoors. She watches with E/C orbs as the city lights fly past due to the car speed. The sight was so pretty, just to see all the colours swishing together was almost like a fever dream.

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The pair arrived at Griddy’s Doughnuts. Talk about fever dreams.

Five and Y/N walk in, taking a seat at the counter. Once sat, Five rings the bell and sighs, he exhales deeply. dishes could be heard clattering from the back as a man comes to sit next to Five.

Soon enough, the waitress comes out from the back room and sighs. “Sorry, sink was clogged. She chuckles. She seemed to be well into her 50’s. “So, what'll it be?”

“Uh, give me a chocolate éclair.” The man from before asks.

“Mm-hmm. Sure.” She moves to look at Y/N and Five with a smile. “Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?”

Number Five scoffs. “The kid wants coffee. Black.” He lightly nudges Y/N, a way of telling her to speak.

“Alright damn.” She quietly says mostly to herself. “Uh, I’ll just have a vanilla milkshake, please.”

“Cute kids.” The waitress chuckled uncomfortably as Five gives her a huge sarcastic smile. She walks away.

Yep. I’d be uncomfortable too if I saw that.

“Don't remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and eat doughnuts till we puked.” Five days to the man who looks at him flabbergasted. Of course, Five still looked like a kid, so saying that he use to come here threw the guy off. “Simpler times, huh?”

“Eh. I suppose.”

Theirs a pause before the waitress clears her throat. “Here.” She says, placing down the milkshake and coffee before turning back around to grab the man’s order and give it to him.

“I got theirs” The man says, handing over some cash.

“Thanks.” Both Five and Y/N say at her same time, causing them to glance at one another.

There’s a other pause as Five turns back to the man, eyeing his uniform logo. “You must know your way around the city.”

“I hope so. I've been driving it for 20 years.”

“Good. I need an address.” The man writes something on a napkin and hands it to Five, who neatly tucks it away in the pocket of his blazer.

“What was that about?” Asks Y/N, brining the straw of the milkshake to her mouth and taking a sip.

“Nothing important.” Five lifts his mug at the same time as the bell chimes, signalling that someone had walked in. “Hmm that was fast. I thought I'd have more time before they found me.”

Y/N turned her head in her seat, only to witness a bunch of men clad with guns, pointed at Five and her.

“Okay.” One of the men said. “So let's all be professional about this, yeah? On your feet and come with us. They want to talk.”

“I've got nothing to say.”

“It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Two kids? Go home with that on my conscience?”

“Well, I wouldn't worry about that. You won't be going home.” Five picks up the butterknife from beside him and spatial jumps behind the man, stabbing him.

Gunfires go off as all the men are shooting at anything they see that moves. Y/N quickly picks up her milkshake glass, smashing it over the closes man to her head. The shake drips down his black hair and his face as he shoots his gun in the direction it came from.

Y/N jumps over the counter when she sees Five fighting some of the guys. Y/N looks to the entry of the counter, seeing a guy standing with his back to her, she makes an illusion of herself standing beside him. The man jumps, shooting at the illusion as the real Y/N sneaks up behind him and snaps his neck.

She was about to run again when a blue portal surrounded her. Five had grabbed her waist and jumped with her onto a table. He was laying on his side and Y/N was sitting with one leg over the other, looking innocent as ever. “Hey, assholes!” He then jumped the both of them again.

The men shot at the spot the kids were at, stopping when they noticed them gone. Five knocked on the door, getting another man to shoot. Y/N sat on the counter she was just behind, swinging her feet and she watched a guy squirm. An illusion of spiders crawling on him was enough for him to drop his gun and doin in circles trying to swat them off.

The duo fought the men until there was none left standing. They both stood in the middle of the room, panting from the mayhem. The lights flickered as Five walked forward and snatched his tie off one of the mens neck, retying it around his own.

Y/N looked around when she heard grunting, noticing a man still alive on the floor not to far from her. She walked towards him, hands closed together behind her back and once she reached him, she got on one of her knees.

“Do you need help, mister?” She asked in the softest voice she could, trying not to laugh as the adrenaline fully kicked in. The man nodded reaching his hand up for her. “I’m going to help you, yeah?” She nodded, scooting closer to the man as she grabbed his face in her hands and twisted his neck, killing him off.

She stood up with a satisfied smile, brushing off her skirt and turning around to face Five.

“What?”

He shrugged with a small smirk on his face as he walked to the counter, rolling the sleeve of his blazer up and grabbing a sharp knife. He cut into his arm, wincing as he did so. Once it was cut, Five reached into his arm and dug, pulling out a small device that was beeping.

Five grabbed Y/N’s hand and swiftly walked to the door, holding it open for her as she walked out. The sky was dark and the air was chilly. The duo left the shop, Five dropped the device — which they discovered was a tracker — into the water drain. He fixed his tie with his free hand, leading them both away from the scene.

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Five and Y/N had safely made it to Vanya’s apartment. Well, safely considering no one got hurt when Five made them climb up the window to get into the living space.

Y/N had never been to Vanya’s, so she took the time to carefully look around the place. It was dull, but it felt like Vanya. Five curiously watched as the girl dragged her hand along the wallpaper.

“You been here before?” Y/N stopped walking and turned around to face the voice.

She shook her head. “No. Dad never let me leave the house, even after everyone else did. Vanya visited tho.” She waltzed back to the living area and sat on the couch next to Five who was sitting in a chair. She could see his face from the corner of her eyes.

He was about to speak when a lock clicks interrupts him. He turns off the lap beside him as the hinges of the door creak. Vanya walks in as Five turns the lamp back on. “Jesus!”

“You should have locks on your windows.”

“I live on the second floor.” She puts her keys down.

“Rapists can climb.”

“You are so weird.” Vanya closes the door, taking off her jacket and sitting on the couch beside you. “Is that blood?” She looks at Five’s arm.

Five glances at the cut. “It's nothing.”

“Why are you here?”

Five sighs. “I've decided you and Y/N are the only ones I can trust.” Y/N looked up at the mention of her name. Five trusts me?

“I can understand Y/N but…why me?” Asks Vanya. She was confused, no one had included her in anything.

“Because you're ordinary.” Her face drops. Y/N gives Five a glare. “Because you'll listen.”

“Okay.” She inhales sharply, getting up to go to the bathroom and came back with some supplies for Five’s arm.

“When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?” Five asked as his sister cleaned his cut.

“No.” Both girls answered at the same time.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing.” His voice cracked. “As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but...I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.”

Y/N stared at him, her mouth slightly open as she took in all the information. She looked at Vanya who had stilled from what Five had said, before slowly speaking.

“I'll put on a pot of coffee.”

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