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A Tense Funeral

‟𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚 / 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 „
wolf, first aid kit

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The day of the funeral had arrived and the most appropriate clothing you owned for it was the academy uniform in your wardrobe. You were currently sitting downstairs in the kitchen, eating the dinner Grace had made for you and were doing your best to recall the events of the day in preparation.

Things did not go as planned when you left the kitchen and ran into the group in the living room.

"I mean, how are you not, listening to this nonsense?" Klaus was giggling, waving a hand dramatically at the group. He looked just as flamboyant and wild as in the show.

You paused, not sure how best to react in this circumstance. You decided your best option was to try and get back to your room, but unfortunately you were quickly spotted.

"Speaking of nonsense, who the fuck is that?" He continued, waving at you with a cigarette in-hand. He squinted, glancing back at the group, "Are they real? Can you guys see them?" You paused, halfway out of the room and internally debating just immediately exiting.

"Who the hell are you?" Diego glared, taking a firm step towards you, hand hovering over his knife.

Luther's face was stony and he looked even more intimidating in person, "What are you doing in this house, and wearing our uniform for?"

You blinked, "Uh, oh... I guess, uh, Pogo didn't get around to explaining me?" You grimaced slightly. The group gave blank looks, "Right. Okay. Um, I kind of live here now? Sorry, these were the most... appropriate clothes for the funeral that I had."

"What do you mean you live here?" Allison frowned at you, as if she wasn't quite sure what to make of this situation.

"Did your father ever... mention a Number Nine to you?" You scrunched up your face in a frown, hoping that this would land.

Klaus' eyes went wide and he pushed himself up to a sitting position, "Is that you? Oh, man, dad would never let us go in your room." He let out a soft chuckle.

"Number Nine?" Luther's face was unreadable but he was staring very hard at you and appeared to be blinking very little. He was completely still.

"Bullshit." Diego spat, taking another step forward.

Viktor leaned forward in his seat and put out a hand as if to try and diffuse the situation, "Dad did always say that they would arrive eventually."

Luther looked as if the cogs in his brain were turning, "And you just happen to show up the day of our father's death?"

"No. I've, uh, been here a couple days." You cracked your fingers nervously, "But, um, I can see where you're going with this and no, I didn't kill your dad."

"I didn't say that."

You stuck your hands in your pockets, "But you were thinking it. Right?" You raised your eyebrows and tilted your head slightly at him as if daring him to disagree.

Luther clenched his jaw and didn't respond.

"Well, good to know." And with that, you left the group to return to your bedroom.

It was a few minutes later that there was a knock at the door and Pogo entered the room. He was dressed far more appropriately than you and looked mildly amused, "I hear you made quite the impression on the rest of the academy." He shut the door softly behind him.