After just getting back from the apocalypse you find that the Hargreeves are all back at the umbrella accademy to mourn the death of their father Reginald. Only just getting back you stuggle with the memories of being alone in the apocalypse, and th...
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Earlier in the day after the sun had risen I had decided to practice my fighting skills. Standing on the first floor of the shop I had closed the blinds so that no one was able to see me and was now throwing punches as the air. Pretending that there was someone there that I was fighting. After a long moment I got tired of that and decided to fling a dagger out and into my palm. Not one of the sort of daggers that I used a lot back during the fight, but it was more like a lightsaber from star wars.
Spinning it in one hand I practice fighting with it for a short second before grabbing it with both hands twirling it around. Hearing someone sneaking up on me I toss the glowing stick in the air and just as it comes down I grab it, twirling around as I point the point of it at the person's chest. But not close enough to where I could possibly hit him, just close enough to fuck with him.
“Woah,” Five chuckles leaning back and warping away just as I turn around. Scrunching my nose I smile slightly as I look around for him, but find him nowhere. Just then arms wrap around my stomach, forgetting the stick it warps out of my hand as I grab at Five’s hands. But then he starts tickling my sides.
“No, Five-Five stop,” I laugh trying to wiggle out of his grip but have no use. "Five I'm warning you."
Not stopping he continues to tickle my sides. Still laughing I throw one arm behind Five's neck before moving one leg behind his. Kicking then out from under him, causing him to fall on his back.
"You know," I say putting the bottom of my foot on his chest to keep him on the ground. "You're never supposed to tickle a girl...it brings out our fight or flight."
Five chuckles before warping out from under my foot. Smirking I turn around to see him standing behind me, a smirk across his face as he has his fist raised in front of him.
"Are you challenging me?" I smile, raising my fist.
"I am,"
"Oohooh, you're just asking to lose Mr. Five," I chuckle.
"Really, last time I saw you fi-"
Running towards him I throw a fake punch towards his face. As he tries to grab it I spin on my heels wrapping one of my arms around his neck but not choking him, as I pull his back against my chest.
"Actually I've gotten alot better since the last time you saw me, thanks to Diego," I state.
“Well he has made you better,” Five says grabbing both my arms before warping out from under them. I try to turn around to get him but he wraps his arms around my neck, just like I had did to him just moments ago. “But are you better than me?”
Not saying anything I just hunch over tossing Five over my shoulder and onto the floor in front of me. "I don't know, what do you think?"
Five shrugs. Warping off the floor he warps in front of me before grabbing the neck of my tie pulling me close to him as he leans in for a kiss. "Mmm, you're a little better."
"Oooo," I say in an offended tone. Tilting my head slightly I reject his kiss. "I can't believe you just said that."
Five chuckles before lightly tugging at my tie again. Smiling, I lean in giving him a peck on the lips. Pulling away he tugs at my tie again pulling me back in.
“No, no, no, I don’t understand,” Diego says loudly.
Pulling away me and Five both look towards the upstairs. Looking back at each other at the same time me and Five both roll our eyes before Five grabs my wrist warping us both upstairs to find Luther cooking a whole pan of eggs and Diego pacing around the kitchen.
“They keep following me,” Diego goes on.
“Wait, who?” Luther asks. Who had been here when me and Five came back from the Mexican Consulate. Both him and Elliot high off their minds.
“Those Dutch sociopaths,” Diego answers.
“They’re Swedish, you idiot,” Five corrects, letting go of my hand and leaning up against the wall. Crossing my arms over my chest I walked over to the counter jumping on it so that I could sit on it.
“They’re hired assassins paid to kill us before we can fuck up the timeline more than we have already,” I add.
“Yeah, but why now? I mean, I’m...” Diego snaps his fingers. “...fine for three months until Five showed up.”
“Yeah, I was here for a year and no one messed with me,” Luther agrees.
“Oh blaming us again? Are you serious?” I snicker.
“We’re not blaming you, we’re blaming Five,” Diego corrects.
I roll my eyes.
“Even if it was my fault, which it isn’t, we only have six days before the end of the world, and the closest anyones gotten to Dad was that driveway at the consulate,” Five says.
“Well,” Luther sighs. “That’s not exactly true.”
Me, Five, and Diego all turn our heads to look at Luther.
“What do you mean?” Five asks kicking off the wall he was leaning on.
“I saw him,” Luther answers.
Sorry this took so long to be posted, for some reason when I post parts sometimes it will post and all the words will end up being deleted. I don't why or how it does this, but for some reason it does. I also haven't posting alot because I trying to work on two different books right now. One of them is called A Glitch in the Matrix, which is a story I will be posting on here after I post the first story to it. While the other story I'm working on is actually a book I'm planning on publishing, and there's a couple of other stories that i'm working as well(some more than others). Plus I'm also trying to make time for myself, so sometimes it's hard for me to remember everything I need to do. But don't worry I'll still finish this story, I just wanted to make sure that you guys understood why I don't post sometimes. So yeah, hope you all have a great day or night :)
