𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖆𝖈𝖎𝖊𝖘||𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖔𝖘

0.8

nov 11 2003

Those who we truly love never leave us. It had almost been a year. Almost everyone had given up on Number Five ever returning. Almost everyone had grieved for weeks, then decided to move on with their lives. Some like Vanya still had hope that Five would come back.

Nakia however was not one of those people, who moved on or felt he would come home. And it was starting to take a toll on her. Her messy curls were even messier, and the circles under her eyes had grown darker. But she was always locked in her room, avoiding the others at all costs unless it was necessary.

She stopped contributing to missions, and she barely ate anything much to Reginald's displeasure. She was his most valuable asset and she was barely there anymore.

The only human she actually felt she interacted with was when she finally drifted into a dreamlike slumber, where she talked to Ophelia for hours. It was the only thing that kept her actually sane.

She worked up the courage to tell the now thirteen year old, about Five's disappearance, which Ophelia sensed she didn't like the subject. She never pressured Nakia to tell her about it, which she appreciated,

Nakia blamed the whole situation on her. She had told Five, she had begged him not to do something stupid. But he hadn't listened and did it anyway. She should have done something. She should have stood up and she should have told him to sit down. But she was so caught up in the moment she let him run his mouth, and she wasn't there to stop him.

She should have ran faster. Maybe she could have pulled him in sooner.

She should have called him stupid for thinking he was ready. He would have doubted himself.

She could've.

She should've.

She should've been a good sister.

But she wasn't.

All she did was mess shit up.

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Another mission was a success. Well, no thanks to Number Eight. All she did was set a guy's sleeve on fire. Her siblings knew that if she actually tried that place would've been in flames.

Everyone was worried. Well, mostly everyone.

Nakia had her walkman on, drawing at her desk, her hair in two braids, minding her business when she heard a knock at the door. She was concentrated, not wanting to get up.

Five would jump in soon.

As the door burst open. Her stomach lurched.

Five Hargreeves was gone.

She turned around to see a sterned looking Number One, and a worried looking Number Three. She sighed.

"What can I do for you," Nakia said sarcastically.

Nakia wasn't in the mood for the bullcrap today. And it didn't help when the people in her doorway were the most annoying person in the house and her sister.

"Why couldn't you open the door," Luther asked. "Did you hear us knocking?"

"Oh, I heard you," Nakia admitted. "I just didn't really care."

Allison stared at her brother watching his face grow red. He stepped into the room. Nakia arched her eyebrow.

"Don't talk to me like that,"