R A I N

E I G H T (1)

2019

 The big event took place just after the dysfunctional, but incomplete, band of siblings first came together for their "father's" funeral. They talked, and in the conversation a certain monkey-moon man might have let it slip that he thought that one of his siblings had murdered their father, to which said siblings did not respond kindly.

But, that wasn't the end of the treachery, drama, jerkery, and woe in this story. No.

It really only began when one, now 17 year old, Five Hargreeves -who had been missing for a little over 12 years, mind you- fell out of a time portal into the courtyard of his childhood home.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus asked his siblings, hoping that his brother wasn't a ghost. Praying, really. He loved his siblings very much. He also didn't need another annoying ghost brother on his hands, he already had one too many to take care of, thank you very much.

Little? Five thought, hoping that he didn't screw up once again. But, if he did happen to be little, it wouldn't be as bad as his biggest mistake. Or perhaps his best one, if she was here. Losing his girlfriend, whom he loved- still loved- with everything he had. Possibly more. He looked down at himself, scanning his now-teenage body. "Shit."

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He didn't see her. He screwed up; twice, technically, but he didn't care too much about his new age. He cared more about Katniss, or Kit, as he would call her. He cared that he now had to go find her, make sure she wasn't hurt, and then save the world.

Who knows? Maybe they'd have a shot at buying a puppy someday.

He slammed a cutting board down on the table, clearly pissed off. "What's the date? The exact date?"

"The 24th," Vanya shot back, stunned that her brother, and childhood crush, had come back. But not her sister; her sweet, loving sister that had only ever been mistreated by the rest of them. Excluding Five, of course.

He grabbed the bread, and being annoyed, asked again, "Of what?"

"March."

Everyone at the table could see the cogs in his head turning, he nodded slightly, and then muttered out one 'good.'

"So are we going to talk about what just happened?" Luther asked, finding this to be the time to interrogate his brother. Where had he been? What was he doing? Where was his sister? Why was she not with him?

Five didn't answer the question, seeming to guess what was about to come and not wanting to get into it. A very good decision on his part, actually. He instead focused on his growling stomach, and continued the process of making his sandwich.

Angry at being ignored, Luther stood up, aiming to intimidate. "It's been 12 years."

Five scoffed quietly, but answered Luther, "It's been a lot longer than that." Five then spacial jumped to another shelf, reaching easily for the top, looking for yet another ingredient for his perfect sandwich.

"I haven't missed that," Luther muttered.

"Where'd you go? Where is she?" Diego asked, but made sure to cross his arms and look passively toward the floor to keep up his badass exterior. But, as almost everyone at the table knew, Diego wasn't exactly badass. He was soft, like the marshmallows Five was going to eat in a matter of seconds if he was lucky.