The Beauty of Being Numb | Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

T is for Trauma

-Luther!- Klaus shouts as he searches for his brother all over the house-. Luther!

Shaking, sweating, and with blurry vision, he eventually finds him in the living room.

-Oh, there you are- he has a rope around his shoulder-. Luther, you need to tie me up so I can...

He has to blink several times to convince himself of what he's seeing. Impressed, he walks to his brother dragging his feet.

-Are you drinking?

Luther answers by finishing a glass full of whiskey.

-Holy shit...- Klaus laughs-. Holy shit, you're drunk. And you busted into Dad's liquor cabinet. He's gonna be so pissed!

-Get him- his voice is raspy-. Dad. Do it, now.

-I told you already, all right? I... I... I can't!

And in a blink of an eye, Luthers chocking Klaus with only one hand and pulling him across the room, enraged.

-You little shit!- he slams him against a column.

Klaus gasps for air, taken off guard as Luther slides him up the column, pressing harder on his neck.

-Please... I...- he chokes-. If you... Kill... me... (Y/N) will... get... so... mad.

Luther lets go of him. Klaus falls to the ground with a thud, hysterically coughing and gasping for air.

-Jesus Christ! Luther! Of course, I tried!- now he's hoarse-. All right? God knows I've tried, but he is as he was in life, he's a stubborn prick!

-He needs to answer to me for what he did- Luther's sweating and crying-. For sending me up there. I sacrificed everything for him, my entire life. I never left this house. I never had friends. And for what? For nothing!

Klaus stands up and looks at him between afraid and startled.

-Oh, no, no, no, no- he approaches him slowly-. Hey, just... just... Just relax, okay? Just... Just relax. I... I could try again. I mean, I can't promise I'm clean enough. But just...

Luther sits down on the couch and keeps drinking from a whiskey bottle.

-Hey, come one. Hey, hey, hey, come on- Klaus takes the bottle away from his hand-. That's... That's enough of that. Enough of that. Come on. Chin up there, big guy.

He sits beside him.

-It's okay. Just go.

-Why... Why don't we find the others?- Klaus ignores him-. I'm sure (Y/N) could help.

-I don't want her!- Luther scuffs-. I don't want anyone to see me like this... Why you keep bringing her up, anyway?

-Well, since you two are...- his brother interrupts him.

-Besides, I... You know, I'd just hold them back. What they're doing is too important.

-What are you talking about? You're our Number One, remember? "O, Captain! My Captain!"- both chuckle-. Yeah, right!?

They start laughing, but just some seconds later, One starts crying on his shoulder, sobbing painfully.

-Luther...- Klaus doesn't know what to say, so he just hugs him.

-You know, Diego was right. Dad sent me up to the Moon because he couldn't stand the sight of this- he sights deeply-. Of what... Of what he did to me. Of what I've become.

-No, no, no. That's not... That's not... It's...- he knows he's right-. Damn it, Dad was such an asshole right to the end. You know, if... If there's anything else... That I can do, or...

-I wanna be like you- Klaus looks at him horrified by his statement-. I wanna do whatever it is that you...

-No, no, no, no.

-Yeah, I do, yeah.

-You don't. No. Absolutely not.

-Come on, Klaus- Luther insists, crying-. 'Cause you... You always seem so carefree, and I just need it. I... I wanna be Number Four.

-Trust me. Listen. Trust me- he looks him dead serious in the eye-. You don't want that. I'm a loser and you're a winner! She would have never fallen for you if you were like me, trust me! You should be proud of that.

- She ?- Luther's confused-. What are you even speaking? I do want to be like you...

-You don't want that! What you need is just... Just lay down, sleep it off. You'll be better in the morning, okay?

-Fine, whatever. I'll get them myself.

-What? No!- Klaus now understands how (Y/N) feels when she sees him in the same state as Luther-. No, no, no, Luther!

He runs after him and steps in front of the door.

-Luther, I can't let you...- his brother easily pushes him across the floor.

The door slams and Klaus sits up.

-Shit...

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"I really want to stay here. All night, all night, all night." 

The song faded in the air and Klaus, laughing, left the dancefloor in direction to the bar with Dave.

-Are we even aloud being here?- he sat down and ordered a beer.

-No- Dave laughed.

"Children behave. That's what they say when we're together." 

For a moment, Klaus stopped drinking and sharpened the ear to make sure he wasn't imagining things.

"And so we're running just as fast as we can. Holdin' onto one another's hand."

He got nauseous, remembering the reason why he was trying to drink his weight in alcohol in the first place.

-I've never heard this version- he commented.

-The song?- Klaus noded-. But it's the only version!

Klaus blinked, disoriented, and then remember the year.

-Oh, right. I'm drunk already, forget it.

"I think we're alone now. The beating of our hearts is the only sound."

As the song continued, he could picture her dancing with him in the kitchen, the sunlight irradiating her like a goddess. How her skirt flowed around her like waves and her melodious laugh filled the room.

"And then you put your arms around me. And we tumble to the ground and then you say."

He was an idiot, how he could lose the briefcase? Now he was stuck there, without her, and she may never see him again.

-Hey, Klaus, what's wrong?- Dave asked him, getting him out of his thoughts.

-What?

-Why you crying?- Some tears were falling down his cheeks as he played with his golden band-. You miss your wife, right?

-Yeah.

-Don't worry- Dave smiled-. You'll see her again.

-You think so?

-Of course! It's a promise.

And Dave did everything humanly possible to fulfill his promise.