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THE HIGH RINGING of a bell echoed through the house, immediately followed by hasty steps and in a matter of seconds, the Hargreeves siblings rushed into the dining hall.
Number Eight was the first one to enter the room with her super speed.
All of them ran past their mother and stopped by their chairs, standing up straight as their father came in.
Reginald Hargreeves made his way through the room and sat down, his action was followed by the sound of chairs being shifted and the whole family took place at the long table.
The old man was not a good father, he seemed even to resist it. His mostly sharp eyes didn't notice the glances Luther and Allison gave each other, or Diego carving something into the mahogany with one of his knives. He also didn't see Klaus preparing a cigarette under the desk or fives and eights hands laying on the table a bit too near to let it slide as a coincidence.
But Five ended the circle of secretiveness by slamming his knife into the table. Eight, who sat next to him, flinshed.
"Number Five?" Reginald said in an asking voice.
"I have a question," Five spat.
Both Vanya and Eight shared a look. They suspected what the matter was.
"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules," their father said strictly. "No talking during mealtimes. You are interrupting Herr Carlson"
"Well, technically, he's not the only one," Eight commented jokingly.
"Silence!" Reginald hissed in her direction before returning his attention back to Five who now said:
"I want to time travel"
"No," Reginald replied immediately.
"But I'm ready," Five argued and rose to his feet. "I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said"
To prove it, he teleported away, reappearing next to his stubborn father.
"See?"
"A spatial jump is trivial when compared with the unknowns of time travel," Reginald Hargreeves teached his rebellious son. "One is like sliding along the ice, the other is aking to descending blindly into the dephts of freezing water and reappearimg as an acorn."
"How does that even work?" Eight asked Vanya who sat next to her quietly, but she only shrugged clueless.
"Well, I don't get it," Five said unyielding.
"Hence the reason you're not ready," his father answered, taking a sip from his whine.
As Five looked at his siblings, Vanya shook her head in his direction. Perhaps Eight should've done that too, but currently, she was wishing for popcorn. This was way more exciting than Herr Carlsons boring lessons that gave her a headache.
"I'm not afraid," Five spat.
"Fear isn't the issue," Reginald said strictly. "The affection it might have on your body, even on your mind, are far to unpredictable. Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore"
For a few seconds, Five looked as if he was fighting with himself, then, he turned around and started to run towards the entrance.
"Number five! You havn't been excused! Come back here!" the old man shouted, but he didn't listen.
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CHAIN ; ( number five )
أدب الهواة❝ roses are red, violets are blue, shut the fuck up you can't tell me what to do ❞ ✿ NUMBER EIGHT and NUMBER FIVE had always been a great duo, even finishing each others sentences. Five always knew they were soulmates, even as kids when she was his...
