CHAIN ; ( number five )

𝗧𝗪𝗢 𝗜 𝗲𝗽𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲

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FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, we all sit in the living room in silence. It's hard to explain the feeling lying in the air. I'm feeling quite uneasy, but there is also something uniting. Now and then, one of the others glances at me curiosly, while Klaus mixes himself a drink at the bar.

I was looking for coffee but we had none, so now I am drinking tea, which is also good but not as good as coffee.

Luther somehow looks pissed. With a sigh, he stands up. "Uhm... I think we should get this started. So I figured we could have a sort of ... memorial service, in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at dad's favorite spot"

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison asks confused.

I didn't know about that either but I am not this surprised.

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther trails of when he realizes none of us have ever done this.

I take a sip of my tea- not as helpful as coffe but you take what you get- and say: *cough* "preferred child" *cough*.

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus asks, walking in our direction in a fancy skirt, probably Allisons. Suits him very well. "Tea? scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner"

"No snacks at funerals," I mumble. "An old woman once asked me to ensure that there will be no food at her funeral so she can be sure that everyone is there for her, not for the snacks"

"Nice dress," I grin.

"Is that ... my skirt?" Allison asks, looking at Klaus.

I give him an appreciative nod.

"What?" Klaus asks, looking down at himself. "Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little bit dated, I know... But it's very breathy on the bits"

"Listen up," Luthers says. "There are still some important things we need to discuss, all right?"

"Like what?" Diego asks annoyed. "For example, number eight," Luther says and everyone looks at me. "How is she here? Why is she so young? Where is five? Where has she been? Why does she show up at dad's funeral after 17 years?"

"He's my dear old dad," I smile sarcastically. "I'm here for is dead black soul and his ... spiritual welfare in the afterlife. Good thing the body was burned, it's easier like that. And by the way, 'she' is in the room" I sip my tea. "Oh, and if you were asking if I killed dad, I didn't"

"I thought it as a heart attack?" Vanya asks.

"According to the coroner," Luther slides in.

"Aaaaaand here we go," I mumble.

"Wouldn't he know?" Vanya asks.

"Theoretically"

"Theoretically?" Allison repeats.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to dad, he sounded ... strange"

Klaus spontaniously gargled. "Oh, surprise"

"Strange how?" Allison asks.