I'm Not A Number

We see each other only at weddings and funerals Part 2

Vanya turned around and saw Pogo. She walked towards him and hugged him tightly, he patted her and smiled. "It's so good to see you," He sighed, he looked down at the book she was holding, "Ah, yes, your autobiography." Now let me say this, Pogo was very short, you know, being an ape and all, on two feet.
"Do you know umm..." Vanya started, "Did he ever read it?"
Pogo looked at her and shook his head, "Not that I'm aware of."

Vanya stared at the painting of me and Five that hung above the warm fireplace. The painting was clearly viewable from any part of the room, and in-door balcony, "How long has it been since they Five and Eight disappeared?" She asked.
"It's been 16 years, four months, and 14 days," He stated, "Your father insisted I keep track."
"You wanna know something stupid?" Vanya asked the ape, "I always used to leave the lights on for them, I was scared that when they came back, it would be late and the house would be dark, and they wouldn't be able to find us so they'd leave again. So, every night I'd make a little snack, make sure that all the lights were on."
"Oh I remember you little snacks," Pogo smiled, "I'm pretty sure I stepped on those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." Vanya sighed but kept a little smile on her face.

The painting looked sad, even though me and Five had a sinister smile. Dad always believed that me and him were still out there somewhere, he never lost hope.

Allison opened the office door and looked inside. Her expression didn't tell much, after all, she had mixed feeling about dad. She wasn't like Diego that absolutely despised our father, but she didn't love him as Luther did. Flashbacks came rushing in.

Dad was writing in a notebook on his desk, as we knocked on the door. Mom came inside. "The children are ready for bed, sir," she said, "They wanted to say goodnight." Her smile was bright and when she said that we wanted to say goodnight, she made a slightly cuter pitch of her voice and bent slightly down. She walked towards the door and slid it open revealing us all waiting. We were all eager to say goodnight, Mom moved away and stepped to the side, but kept her bright smile. Dad didn't lift his head nor stop writing, we all looked at Mom and our smiles slowly faded. After a few seconds, Mom hurried us out and walked us to our bedrooms. All of my siblings walked away apart from me and Allison, we stood there, staring at Dad, then we walked back to our bedrooms.

"Where's the cash, dad?" said a voice from under the drawing desk, drawers clattered as my other brother, Klaus was looking through them. Allison's heels clattered on the wooden floor as she walked behind the desk, recognizing that voice. "Where's the cash?" it repeated,
"Klaus? What are you doing here?" Allison stared at our brother.
"Oh! Allison! Wow, is that you," he hugged her softly and looked at her. Obviously, she had more luck in life than him. "Hey, I was hoping to see you actually," he continued, "Because I wanted to get your autograph." You see my sister Allison, is a famous actress, with a good, rich life. Klaus paused his hands under his chin, highlighting his smile.
"Just out of rehab?" she asked,
"No, no. No, no, no, no, I'm don't with all that." He started acting strange and talked about proving that Reggie was dead. He started imitating Dad and making fun of him too, which made Allison smile and chuckle.

"Get out of his chair," said Luther in a cold voice, and once again Klaus started to make fun of Luther's size once again. As soon as he was about to lecture Klaus said, "save your lecture, I was already leaving." And with that, he started walking towards the door. Luther grabbed Klaus's coat and said two words, Drop it.
"All right, all right! It's just an advance in our inheritance, that's all it is!" Klaus protested as he emptied his pockets. A lot of stuff kept coming out and Allison chuckled in the background.

As Klaus walked in the corridor, after shutting the door behind him, he looked back to make sure Luther wasn't watching him, and pulled out a flat chest, and kissed it.

"So, Klaus is still Klaus, in case you were wondering," Luther said to Allison.
"You know after all these years, I find it strangely comforting," she replied smiling, as she leaned against the fireplace.
"Did you see Diego?"
"With his outfit?"
"Oh, I know. Do you think he wears that thing in the bathroom?"
"Like in the shower?"
"Yeah."
"Yes, absolutely," And with that, they laughed. They complimented each other and asked some questions about their lives. They talked about powers, and Claire, Allison's daughter.

They all sat in the living room, staring at different things, not knowing what to say to each other, and waiting for the funeral. Luther got a crazy idea to do a memorial for Dad, in his favorite spot outside, at sundown. Obviously, no one knew he had a favorite spot outside, which brought the question. Klaus was asking about food while smoking which made Luther a bit mad since dad didn't allow smoking, in the house, but once again, Dad wasn't here. Luther got back to concentrating and brought up the topic of how Dad died. Everyone rolled their eyes. Then the conversation moved to trust issues.
"Klaus get in contact with Dad," Luther pointed at Klaus,
"I can't just call Dad and tell him, oh hey can you stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?"
"Since when? that's your thing,"
"I'm not in the right frame of mind."
"You're high?" Allison asked, and Klaus agreed, holding his scotch in his right and a cigarette in his left. Then Luther accused that one of them killed Dad and with that, they all left.