𝙲𝙴𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙰𝚂 𝚂𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙸𝚄𝙼 ☂ Five Hargreeves

11 ☂ The two of us

☂ The two of us ☂

Five reappeared in Elliott's home-office living room, frantically looking around, his bright eyes full of doubt, confusion and mild anger, searching for someone.

His stomach was twisting and turning due to nervousness, his muscles tense and sore from the previous scenes, his breathing sharp and fast.

"Hey, Elliott. Where's Eight?" he spotted the tall man.

"Ouh, ahm. In the guest room, I think." he mumbled nervously, seeing Five's state.

With that, the boy headed towards the direction of the room, taking long steps, almost running.

He stopped in the doorframe, the tall door shut tightly as he stared at the doorknob he hesitated to twist and pull.

What was he supposed to say?

His hand slowly reached for the knob, but he pulled back, his breath hitching in his throat as millions of thought ran through his mind in the speed on light.

Letting out the deep breath he didn't know was holding, Five entered the room, his footsteps quiet, his eyes fixated at the girl on the bed, sleeping soundly.

The boy's tense body immediately relaxed at the sight, realizing how calmed he can feel in the presence of the girl.

His hooded eyes, full of warmth stared down at her, his body aching to feel hers.

He needed to talk to her. He needed to tell her everything that had happened to him today.

All about the Handler's offer. All about their suspicion of Lila.

But how was he supposed to start?

He was great at speaking confidently when it came the rest of his family, but Eight? He could barely force a word out.

Five sat down on the mattress across the girl's sleeping body, sighing as he tried to put his sentences together.

"Five?" the girl's voice snapped him out of the trance, his head turning towards the sound.

"Hey. My sweet girl." he greeted her with a hesitant smile, kissing her temple.

Eight rubbed her eyes, opening them slightly to see the boy, noticing the bruising she didn't remember on his face.

"What happened to you?" she asked, her eyes filling with worry as she caressed Five's cheek.

"Don't worry about it." he shrugged her off. "We need to talk."

"Hmm?"

"I.." the boy stuttered. He felt nervous once again, his mouth opening and closing at each breath.

"What's wrong, Five?" Eight asked, trying to read the boy's expressions.

"The Handler offered us a deal." the statement caused the girl to gasp out, her eyes turning ice cold, her lips forming a thin line.

"When did you meet with her?" the girl interrogated the boy throughly, seeking answers and explanations.

"When Luther threw me off the stairs. I blinked outside, and I saw Lila." Five spoke in a monotone.

"What does Lila have to do with the Handler?"

"She's her daughter."

"What?" Eight shot up from her laying position, stunned by his words.

"I followed her to the train station, she tried to fight me. That's how I got the bruises. She was trained like us." Five explained further.

The girl listened closely, paying attention to every word that left his mouth.