Breaking (Number 5 x reader)

Chapter 4

Key:

Y/N - Your name

Your P.O.V.

"This is a good blend," said Five, looking at me. "Thank you," I replied softly, finally finished with cleaning and dressing his cut. I got up and washed my hands. I grabbed my coffee and gulped down half of it in one go, making my tongue burn. It hurt, but also helped me orient myself. The flavor of the coffee made me focus.

"What did you eat," asked Vanya. I stopped myself from rolling my eyes at the trivial question. I zoned out a little, looking at his beautiful eyes. They were dark green, like a pond surrounded by trees. Suddenly, I realized he was saying "we" instead of "I". I wondered who was the other person with him. "We," I asked, a little confused. "You got anything stronger," replied Five, deflecting my question. "Yeah, I'll go get it," said Vanya, leaving the room. "Care to explain why you hurt yourself," I asked once Vanya was out of earshot. "What," asked Five, clearly trying to hide something. "The shape, angle, and depth of the cut means that it is self-inflicted... by a knife," I said, looking right into his eyes. "Not that it is any of your business, kid, but there was a tracker in my arm, so I cut my arm open to take it out," he replied, annoyed. "Why- you know what, I am not even gonna bother. First of all, I am physically the same age as you, so don't call me a kid. Second of all, your blazer is bloody. And I can tell you are probably not the type of person to wear a hoodie, so here. This is my jacket," I said, handing him my favorite black button-up jacket.

He smiled slightly before taking off his blazer and putting on the jacket. I went and put the blazer with the rest of the things that need to be dry cleaned. I came back to see Vanya pouring alcohol in a glass and giving it to Five. "Hey, isn't that Y/N's Jacket," asked Vanya when she noticed. "Yeah, she gave it to me," answered Five before chugging half the drink in one go. "Holy crap, she must like you a lot. She never even lets me touch the jacket. I think it was given to her by her mother," said Vanya softly. Before Five could answer I walked into the room, making my presence known. "Five, what you just told me, it's a lot to take in," said Vanya, trying not to hurt his feelings. "Exactly what don't you understand," asked Five, suddenly annoyed. "Why didn't you just time travel back," asked Vanya. Five scoffed and said, "Gee, wish I had thought of that. Time travel is a crapshoot. I went into the ice and never acorn-ed. You think I didn't try everything to get back to my family?" 

"If you grew old there, you know, in the apocalypse, how come you still look like a kid," asked Vanya, finally having the chance to ask all the questions she had. "I told you already. I must have gotten the equations wrong," he said angrily, walking towards the bottle of alcohol. "I mean, dad always used to say that time travel could mess up your mind. Well, maybe that's what's happening," asked Vanya. I sighed and face-palmed. I mean, I love her, but now was not the best moment for that. "This was a mistake. You're too young, too naive to understand," he said adjusting my jacket a little before walking towards the door. "No, Five, Five, wait," said Vanya, trying to stop him. He paused right in front of the door, listening. "Five, she hasn't seen you in a long time, she probably doesn't want to lose you again," I said in a reasonable tone. "It's getting late, and I have lessons early, and I need sleep, and I'm sure you do too," said Vanya, trying to get him to stay. "Y/N, set up the couch for him, I'm going to bed," said Vanya, walking out into her room. "I know you are probably not going to stay, so take this," I said, handing him the last cup of coffee and the eclair I had bought for Vanya. 

"Y/N, I am going to be searching for the owner of this glass eye," said Five, pulling out a glass eye from his schoolboy shorts. "If there is an emergency and you need me, I will over here," he said, writing down an address on a sheet of paper. "Why would I need you," I asked him. "Because I am the only sane person you know other than Vanya," he said. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. "Thanks for the jacket and the coffee," said Five before quietly opening the door and leaving.

I sighed and went to the bathroom to change. I changed into one of my pajama sets that Vanya had bought. The material was silk and it was one of the most comfortable nightclothes I had. While changing, I thought about the jacket I had given to Five. It was almost 3 years old now. When I was 10 years old, my mom always used to wear this black jacket on top of her clothes to work, and I loved it so much. So, she gifted it to me. 2 months later, she got shanked trying to protect me while going home. When dad found out, he lost it and punched me. When he realized what he did, he broke down and apologized. But he did it again until it progressively got worse. He started drinking more and started using fire to threaten me. One day, before he could hit me, I punched him in the nose. I ran away, the jacket in my hoodie pocket. That was when I met Vanya. Of course, there were a few scars, but they were all on my back, so none were visible. No one knows about these scars, not even Vanya. I was connected to Vanya in almost a supernatural way, but they are my battle scars to bear. After wrapping a robe around me, I pushed my memories down so I wouldn't have nightmares later. I went to my room and curled up in my bed. Despite the coffee, the events of the day caused me to fall asleep quickly. I dreamt of stabbing Diego, knocking Luther out cold, and breaking Sir Reginald Hargreeve's nose. But later, my dreams starred a different character.

A boy with dark green eyes and black hair.