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WE ONLY SEE EACHOTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS

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(Y/N) Hargreeves


I INSISTED FIVE TO JUST CLIMB THE BUILDING since his teleporting powers made me sick since I wasn't built for that.

"I was desperate to escape the place, so I went with them."

"So, the 'Handler' is the boss of this 'commission' thing and they like, keep track of the timeline, or manage space-time continuum, making sure no one will mess up what was meant to happen?" I grabbed the window's stool from above to pick myself up.

"Yep." He grabs my arm and pulls me inside lightly catching me with his chest. "Christ, Five. The life you had."

I immediately removed my blazer to head to Vanya's bathroom. The apartment was small, probably enough shelter for her to live in.

After washing my face and hands, I stared at myself in the mirror, gathering my thoughts. The reflection I see is a bloodied girl who didn't know who those people are but still killed them. I never enjoyed stabbing someone to death, shooting a person in their head, and beating someone up. Trust me, I don't but I don't mind. Our dad made us prone to murder, anyway. Lives we killed don't matter because they themself don't.

I figured out that there were antiseptics, cotton, and a bandage behind the small mirror.

A siren wails from afar as both of us sat quietly on a vacant settee. Five saw the first aid I have clutched on my hand so he took the sofa in front of me. We were met with silence again as he watched me clean his wound with cotton permeated with remedy, lightly dabbing around his injury.

I didn't notice that he finally looked up to observe my relaxed state. I glanced at him, feeling his intense gaze but him not looking away. "What? Am I too pretty for you?" I said jokingly as I let out a playful giggle. An air of melancholy surrounds us.

"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future. And before I went with the commission, do you know what else I found?" He asked grimmed.

"You haven't told me yet."

"There was nothing. Absolutely nothing." I shifted my (E/C) orbs to him to signal him I was listening now.

"As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed humanity, but..."

"But what?"

"I find the date it happens."

"The world ends in 8 days and I have no idea how we can stop it."

"What else did you see Five?"

"Your lifeless body." His answer sent shivers that I paused for a moment to contemplate what he just said. He saw my frightened expression and probably knew it was not a suitable topic to talk about for the both of us. He clears his throat "I found a fresh corpse holding on to this." He picks out a circular object from his pockets that reveals to be a prosthetic eye. He hands me it as I scrutinized it, it has writings on the back.

'MeriTech'

"I've been holding onto this as far as I can remember."

I looked up to Five. He always looks deadpan, but this time I can see the sorrow and misery in his eyes. This was the vulnerable side of Five that I only knew about. In front of our siblings, he was just this pragmatic boy full of pride, but on the inside, he's just any other person who has gone through things.

I placed my hand on his cheek caressing it lovingly assuring him that everything will be okay. "Don't worry, Five. We'll figure this out together." I gave Five a kind smile before I continued to disinfect his deep cut.

"How did you survive?"

"From scraps and canned food. I even ate cockroaches. Anything, we could find."

"We?"

"Delores."

"Oh. Of course." 'Why did I even ask?'

Our voices were absent again as the stillness of the atmosphere increases.

Five is still staring at my face. He looks too gently at me if he continues this I'll literally melt. His eyes were emerald green, and it perfectly shined under the streetlight and the fogged luminescence from the moonlight we have from outside.

"Why are you still staring at me?"

Five looks lost and break eye contact for a moment, trying to find the right words to say.

"I don't know. It's just... You looked different the day I left."

My reaction became blue. We were just 13 when he disappeared.

"Letting you go was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, Five." I inhaled sharply, trying to contain the emotions I've been hiding from him. He always shows no interest in family affairs and drama stuff like that but him initiating a conversation about that is unusual.

As far as I can recall, there weren't any schmaltzy scenarios of Five and I. This was the first time we were honest with our feelings and displayed evident affection for one another, considering the fact we haven't been on each other's side for the longest time. We aged as well. If the old me was watching us, she'd spill her guts out.

"I was crying for days, weeks, and months. I snuck out and went to our favorite places to find any signs of you, but there weren't any." I confessed as I wrapped the new bandage around his long gash.

"What about you? The thing with your coma-bubble force field thing?" He questions, leaning closer.

"It was cold. Other than anything else that's all it felt like. But I know it's not comparable to what happened to you. I can't imagine living in your shoes." I muttered under my breath because of how little space we have for each other. "Well, anything to survive." He whispers, inching closer.

Suddenly the door lock clicks. We both realize how close our proximity was so we backed away and secure our composure. Five turns on the dim light in the middle. I turned to see a scared Vanya.

"Jesus!" She gasped.

"You should have locks on your windows," I said.

"I live on the second floor."

"Rapists can climb." Five explains simply.

"You guys are so weird."

"Sis, you have no idea," I replied to her statement.

Vanya takes a seat beside me. She studies our appearance and mentions the blood we have on a piece of our clothing, but Five brushes off the subject.

"Why are you guys here?"

"I've decided to tell you this too because you're the second person I trust."

"Why me?"

"Because you're ordinary."

I lightly flicked Five's cut after seeing Vanya unhappy with his answer as his mouth fizzles in pain. "Because you'll listen," I said, placing my hand on hers, squeezing it lightly.

"I'll put on a pot of coffee."

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Five gave Vanya the explanation of what happened to him while adding more details to it.

"You got anything stronger?" He raises the mug after drinking every drop.

Vanya soon came back with a newly poured wine on a glass cup to give to Five. "You're too young to drink, spit that out." Despite being 36 trapped in a 16-year-old's body, I am dis-relished to beers. "Well, I kinda don't care." He gives a sarcastic smile.

Vanya looked at us, still baffled by Five's words. Five scoffs at the look she gave to both of us. "You think I'm crazy."

"No. I-It's just a lot to take in. Why didn't you just come back?" She stammers.

"Yeah, why didn't you just time travel back?" I asked.

"Gee, wish I'd thought of that (Y/N). You know time travel is a crapshoot. I went into the ice and never acorn-ed." Five explains leaving us befuddled.

Vanya seems hesitant to believe us and was in denial that Five was sane, which resulted in him upset and raising his voice, almost taking his leave. "This was a mistake. You're too young..."

"No. Five..."

"--too naïve to understand."

"Five, wait."

"I'm sorry, Vanya," I said as Five's head started heating again, following him to the door.

"(Y/N), wait, please." She pulls my arm, desperate for us to hear her out on what she was going to say.

"I haven't seen both of you in a long time, I don't want to lose you guys again. That's all." She admits the grief in her voice clear almost pleading for us to stay for midnight. "And you know what, it's getting late, and I have lessons early, and I need to sleep, and I'm sure you guys do too."

We fixed our gazes on her vacantly as she arranged the pillows on her couch for us to sleep on.

"We'll talk in the morning again. Okay? I promise. Night."

"Goodnight Vanya." I returned.

"Ugh, finally I wanna lie down." I howled, finally being at ease, slumping myself on the couch. Five takes a seat beside the unoccupied space beside my waist as he takes out the cloth that had a prosthetic eye. "This is the only clue we have for the apocalypse." He says studying it again and again. "I wonder how many times you studied that eye knowing that it'll be the reason for the end of the world."

Five tucks his lips inside in his mouth and squinted his eyes, viewing into the space of nothingness. "We need to go." He stands up that made me leap up from my position. "Huh? But we just go here!" I whined, we literally have no sleep for this day. "We have no time to rest (Y/N)! The end is near." He argued. I frowned at him and stayed silent.

"Fine! But in 3 hours we're leaving. You were asleep for 12 years."

"3 hours?! But—"

"No 'buts' or else I'll decrease your rest time."

"Ugh. Fine." I lied down on the sofa taking a deep breath, I proceed to close my eyes and make the most of the hour he gave.

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Fun Fact: Five genuinely thinks (Y/N) is pretty and would often stare at her when she's not looking.

A/N: ok so do ya'll get the love-hate relationship part? it's like that, but in this case, they are ta-bit affectionate with one another considering they haven't seen each other for years, so I kinda made five a bit vulnerable in this situation. it also shows how much both of the reader and five cared for one another and how much it affected their lives.

i'm trying my best to make up scenarios in my head so there's more to come in future chapters!

hope you enjoyed this chapter! please don't forget to vote it will really help :)

QOTD: if you could talk again to that special person you haven't chatted/talked with for a long time, what will be the first thing you will say to her/him?

"hey i miss you. i was sorry and i didn't mean to hurt you. just please come back to me, let's come back to the way that things were."

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