Academy

Having A Roof Over Your Head, Doesn't Make It Your Home

(That same day, both Five and Bree promise one another that there'll be no secrets between one another. [Psych! Everyone knows that actually never works.])

That same day, both Five and Bree promised one another, that they'll always be by each other's side.
"I'll make breakfast." Bree informs. Moving the dishes from last nights dinner, to the side. "No, I'll make it." Five states.
"Just so you can burn your hand again? No way!" Bree teases. Five replies with an eye roll.

———After Breakfast———

"I wanna visit the academy. You coming?" Five asks.
"Of course. I've always wondered what the inside looked like."
"Well, maybe you can train with me?"
"I- I don't want to hurt you..."
Five smirks. "You're not gonna make me train alone, are you?"
"I guess not. Fine, but if I hurt you, you only have yourself to blame." Bree firmly states.
"Fair."
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———At The Academy———
Five opens the currently broken gate, for Bree. "Ladies first." He teases. Bree chuckles, responding with a curtsy.
Bree gasps as she takes in their grand entrance. "This is the size of my damn apartment."
They both find themselves walking towards the kitchen. "You have a bar?" Bree asks.
"Yeah. But Reggie never left his office, so I don't really know what it was there for." Five admits.
"Well, Pogo would have to deal with you shits everyday, all day." Bree smirks.
"I wasn't that bad." Five cheekily smiles. "You should've see Diego and Luther. God... Luther was always acting like he was in charge of everything, and Diego had a hero complex." Bree chuckles at his complaints. "They sound like a handful." Bree replies.
"Yeah, that's why 'Mom' was made." Five says, his smile fading a bit.
"Made?" Bree questions.
"Yeah. She's a cyborg. Do you think you could fix her up if we can find her? You were the one who fixed the lights earlier, right?"
"Yeah, but it may only be a temporary fix. No promises it'll run forev- I mean she would run forever." Bree corrects herself.

Five smiles to himself. Bree seems to always be aware of everyone's emotions, but her own."You started a fire with your powers too, right?" Five asks. He receives a nod from Bree.

Bree spots a portrait of Five hanging above the fireplace . "I bet it's nice to know that they didn't forget about you." Bree states.
Five stares at the portrait. "Yeah..."He softly agrees.  "There's one thing missing though..." Bree starts. "What would that be?" Five asks, curiously.
"Well, more like different...You see, the painting is much more handsome then the real thin-" Five roughly ruffles her head, as she laughs at her own joke.

"Oh really?" Five jokes, as he tickles Bree. "No. No! I was joking I swear- I was just joking!" Bree blurts out in laughter. "Were you though?" Five smirks, pinning her to the edge of the couch. He has her arms locked above her head, as he's practically leans on her.
"I swear on whatever life I have left, that you are much more handsome, then that damn painting!"Bree blurts, panting from all of the tickling.

"Damn right, I am~" Five replies confidently, as he helps himself off the couch.. Five pulls Bree off the couch, causing her to stumble into his arms.
Bree slyly smirks, as she wraps her arms around Five's neck. "My hero~" She chuckles.

They break apart and head for the stairs. "You must've loved living here." Bree announces.
"Not really." Five said, with a dull voice. "What do you mean?" Bree asks.
"I wouldn't call this place my home." Five said, shrugging.
Bree lowers her head in shame, and turns around to continue walking. "I noticed you call Sir Reginald, by his name."
"He wasn't really a father figure. He barely even looked us in the eye." Five said, shrugging away the memories.
"I'm sorry. My dad partially blames me for my moms death, and my brother-" Bree gets interrupted.
"So basically we both had shitty life styles?" Five weakly smiles. "We met on a roof, so yeah. Pretty shitty." Bree smiles at the obvious.
They both laugh at their similar life styles.

Bree walks to the edge of the rubble once getting to the top of the stairs. The large wall had been blown to pieces, and all that was left was rare pieces of drywall. "Nice view, am I right?" Five smirks. "Oh yeah. I can already spot the dust and fumes of the disaster. I can feel the refreshing smell in my nose." Bree sarcastically replies, as she takes a deep breath. She starts coughing from the not-so-clean-air.
Five tries to control his laughter, before he almost falls off the edge.
Bree's coughing fit ends. "I- *Cough* I aim to please." Bree half smiles, trying to catch her breath.
Five covers his mouth in an attempt to stop laughing. "Y- hah Yeah, lets head back to camp." He suggests.

———Back at Camp———
They both free fall onto their backs, as they land on the same mattress. They both take in the moment, as they stare at the flicker lights in the store.
"Thank you..." Five breathes out. Bree smiles in confusion. "Why? What did I do?"
"You made this worth while. I haven't had this much fun, since..." Five stops to think.
"You're welcome. Just don't teleport us to the future for your own well being next time, okay?" Bree adds.
"Aw, c'mon. This was fun-" Five gets interrupted by having a pillow thrown into his face. He finds Bree kneeling by him, ready to smack him with a pillow again."Oh, yeah. I had loads of fun surviving on random shit." Bree sarcastically smiles, while hitting five in the face with a pillow.
Five chuckles, as he tries to block the soft hits. Still lying down, he grabs her waist and pulls her into a crushing back hug.