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━━━━━━━━━━ When you woke up, the remanence of a dull headache was still prominent throughout your head. You didn't bother taking a shower last night, too fatigued and sore from the torture when you arrived home.
Getting out of bed, the sunlight that shined through your windows slightly blinded your vision. You scrunched your eyes in an attempt to shield them from the blinding light. You could still feel the dirt and dried blood covering your skin and clothes.
Hopping into the shower, the hot water soothed the ache in your muscles. You felt the glow come back to your skin as your scrubbed off the grime. Closing your eyes under the shower head, images from soldier's mind flashed in your head. The hot water turned cold and the sound of water hitting the wall was drowned out by screams of help.
You let out a small gasp as you opened your eyes, turning off the water and quickly getting out of the shower. Once you got on your clothes and out of the bathroom, you could hear two familiar voices down the hall.
"You did it, didn't you?"
As you walked closer to Klaus' room, you saw the trail of bloody footprints on the ground. You sped your steps up, anticipating the worst. Pushing past the door, you entered the room to see that everything was normal and let out a sigh of relief, "Oh, thank god."
"What're you talkin' about?" Klaus questioned Five, but once he saw you his eyes widened. You saw your brothers features soften as he smiled a you.
Five ignored your presence, walking further into the room, "You know, I can recognize the symptoms, Klaus."
Klaus returned his attention to his brother, "Symptoms of what?" You tilted your head in curiosity, wondering what your brothers were talking about.
"The jet lag. Full body itch. The headache that feels like someone shoved a box of cotton up into your nose and through your brain. You gonna tell me about it?"
"Five, what the hell are you talking about?" You asked.
Before Five could answer, Klaus spoke up, "Your pals, when they broke into the house and they couldn't find you, they took me and Y/N hostage instead." You winced, remembering the pain they caused.
"And in return, you stole their briefcase."
"Yeah. I thought there was money in it, or I could pawn it, you know, whatever," Klaus sighed, "And then I opened it."
Five began pacing around the room, "And the next you knew you were... where? Or should I say when? And where were this whole time Y/N?"
"Me?" you scoffed, "I don't even know what the hell you guys are talking about. One moment Klaus was there and the next he wasn't."
