𝐅 𝐈 𝐕 𝐄 '𝐒 𝐏 𝐄 𝐓 - 𝐹. 𝐻𝑎𝑟𝑔𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠

𝗖 𝗛 𝗔 𝗣 𝗧 𝗘 𝗥 - 𝗢 𝗡 𝗘

                𝟯𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗣𝗢𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗩𝗜𝗘𝗪

❝𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗿𝘁 𝗱𝘂𝗺𝗯𝗮𝘀𝘀,❞

                            _______
"𝗩𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮? 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲," Allison said, walking toward the sister that she hasn't seen in a long time. "Hey Allison," Vanya replied. "Hey sis," Allison said in returned. Allison pulled Vanya into a awkward hug. "Ah, what is she doing here?" Diego asked, coming out of the living room. "You don't belong here. Not after what you did," he added. "You're seriously gonna do this today?" Allison asked him, as he headed up stairs. "Way to dress for the occasion by the way," she told him. "At least I'm wearing black," he answered bluntly. "You know what? I— maybe he's right and I shouldn't—" Vanya started, only to get interrupted by Allison. "Forget about him. I'm glad you're here," Allison reassured.

Diego made his way upstairs only to be brought in front of Reginald Hargreeves room. He stood by the door frame watching Luther inspect the room. "I can save you some time," Diego finally said, as he revealed himself. "They're all locked. No forced entry, no sign of struggle. Nothing out of the ordinary," he added while making his way to Number One. "Oh, you got big, Luther. What the secret huh? Protein shakes? Low carbs?" He asked. "What do you want," Number One replied. Diego took something out of his back pocket and held it out for Luther to grab. "The autopsy report. Ah," he said teasing him, as Luther missed to grab it. "And you have this why?" Luther asked, grabbing it and opening it. "Well, that's because I broke into the coroner's office. And surprise, surprise, dad's death was normal. Just a boring, old heart failure," Diego informed him, as Luther looked at it. "Yeah so?" Luther asked. "So why are you in here? Checking all the windows," Diego asked him. "We're you the first one on the scene?" Number One asked number two. "Pogo found him," Number Two replied. "Yeah, I talked to Pogo. He said he couldn't find dad's monocle," Luther said. "And your point being?" Diego asked him once more. "Can you think of a single time you saw dad and he wasn't wearing that monocle?" Luther asked. Diego thought for a second. "No. Which means someone took it," Luther spoke, bringing Diego out of his thoughts. "Which means there's a chance he wasn't alone when he died," Luther added. "There is no mystery here." Diego said standing up and walking towards Luther. "Nothing to avenge. Nothing to solve, nothing like that. It's just a sad old man who kicked it in a big empty house. Just like he deserved," Diego reminded Luther. "You should leave," Luther started. "Whatever you say brother," Diego responded and started to leave the room.

Diego left the room and made his way to the place he was originally going to, Number Eight's room. He held his hand on the door nob and let out a shaky sigh. He twisted it opened and enter the cold room, closing the door after him. He slowly made his way to number eights bed. There she was, laying unconscious on the bed. It's been years since she's been awake. Diego sat on the nearby chair and held her hand. He looked at all her features. How her hair parts into half, both sides of hair laying on her shoulders. Her eyes being shut closed. Her skin being more pale. He felt as if, every time he would visit her, she got more and more pale. "She's getting more pale," A voice said from behind. Diego quickly turned around to find Pogo by the door talking about (Y/n). "Yeah, she is. Did Dad ever find out why she got into a coma?" Diego asked pogo. "I'm afraid not, Master Diego. But your father had hopes that one day she would wake up," Pogo told Diego. "I'll leave you two be," Pogo said, as he started to leave. Diego directed his full attention to (Y/n). He hoped she would wake up right about now.

Everyone went down stairs to the living room for a family meeting. It was quiet. The awkwardness filled the room. "Um," Luther began and stood up. "I guess we should start. So I figured we could have a sort of memorial service, in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dads favorite spot," Luther suggested. "Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison asked. "Yeah you know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther asked. Klaus chipped in afterwards. "Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner," Klaus suggested. "What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here," Luther told him. "Is that my skirt? Allison asked. "What? Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated I know, but it's very breathey on the bits," Klaus said motioning down to his area. "Listen up," Luther started, ignoring what just happened. "Still got some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" He continued. "Like What?" Diego asked. "Like the way he died," Luther responded. "And here we go," Diego muttered. "I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack?" Vanya restated. "Yeah according to the coroner," Luther responded. "Well wouldn't they know?" Vanya asked."Theoretically," Luther said. "Theoretically?" Allison asked. "I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time I talked to Da he sounded strange," Luther told them. "Oh quelle surprise!" Klaus said, barley being able to make out the words. "Strange how?" Allison asked afterwards. "He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust," Number One told them. "Luther," Diego began. "He was a paranoid bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles," Diego declared. "No. He must have known something was going to happen. Look I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad," Luther said to Klaus, earning a scoff from number three. "I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, Dad could you just stop playing tennis with hitler for a moment and take a quick call?" Klaus said. "Since when? That's your thing," Luther reminded. "I'm not in the right frame of mind," Klaus replied. "You're high?!" Allison asked. "Yeah! Yeah!" Klaus agreed laughing. "I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?" Klaus asked. "Well, sober up, this is important," Luther ordered. "Then there's the issue with the missing monocle," Luther told them. "Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Number two remarked. "Exactly," Luther agreed. "It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge," Luther told them. "Where are you going with this?" Klaus asked. "Isn't it obvious Klaus? Diego asked. "He thinks one of us killed Dad," Diego said. Everyone looked shocked. "You do?" Klaus asked. "How could you think that?" Vanya asked after. "Yeah, just like one of us caused (Y/n) to get into a coma? Or how one of us caused Five to time travel because we provoked him?" Diego asked Luther. "Great job Luther. Way to lead," number two stated, starting to leave the room. "That's not what I'm saying," Luther disagreed. "You're Crazy man. You're crazy," Klaus told him. Leaving the room like Diego did. "Crazy" he said once more. "I'm not finished," Luther told them. "Okay well, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder poor unconscious (Y/n). Might as well murder mom too. Be right back," Klaus sarcastically said. "That's not what I was saying," Luther said once more trying to defend himself as Klaus left. "I didn't—" he started only to sigh at the end. Vanya left as well. "Allison. Jeez," he started again. Even Allison left the room. "That went well," Number One told himself.