I Hate You Hargreeves (The Umbrella Academy)

21: The Beginning of the End

Five and I laid on the ground of the town library cuddled in each other's limbs, exchanging kisses and a half-empty bottle of red wine, just dippily getting drunk off of the other's lips.

I gazed lovingly into his enchanting green irises. "I'm only doing this because it's the end of the world, you know. You're still deplorable."

"Ah." Five chuckled. His hand holding mine moved to my wrist. He pressed a finger into it and paused. I shifted, but he didn't let go. "Then why is your heart beating so fast?" I rolled my eyes and jerked my hand away then snuggled my head into his chest. Asshole.

He cuddled me tighter and planted a kiss on my head, then his thumb brushed over my hand, stroking it back and forth. I hummed. I don't understand how he can stand to so much as look at these horrid things. It felt so weird to have my hands exposed like this, bare and cold, but if the world is going to end any second then why keep them confined?

Shortly after we finished not one, but two bottles, we slipped into sleep before we could so much as remove the top on the third. The concrete floor wasn't comfortable by any means, but it was the best sleep I'd had in a long time. Of course, nothing good can stay.

Squeaky laughter broke through my peace, momentarily waking me from my drunken daze. "Where are their parents?" another voice asked the other. I snuggled back into Five's hold and my breathing slowed again into a light slumber.

"Well, that was easy," Luther said next. Upon further examination of us, he turned puzzled. "Is that... little Abby?"

Diego exhaled a laugh. "Yeah. Yeah it is."

"And are they, um..?"

"Drunk as a skunk," Diego concurred. I faintly groaned and buried my face into Five's chest. What's so wrong with sleep? "All right. You got Abby. I got Five," he told his buffer brother. I'd take offense, but despite my appearance, I am simply heavier.

Body matter doesn't come from nowhere, therefore my body has to become more condensed in order to make up for this loss of mass. This also provides me with a limit. Shape-shifting into larger forms like Luther's is actually impossible without my body practically becoming paper. My smaller forms being tougher is the only pro to this though. Well, that and Five's kisses.

Luther's arms scooping me up and Diego's Five woke me again. I wriggled to get free and Luther huffed then situated me back in place. "Five," I vaguely squeaked and reached for him. Five reached for me too. Diego and Luther rolled their eyes.

As they walked through the door into the cool night, Diego waved to the librarian who looked baffled by us drunk thirteen year olds.

"Well, we can't go back to the house. It's not secure," Luther thought aloud as they trekked through an alleyway. "Those psychopaths could come back at any moment."

"My place is closer," Diego offered. "No one will look for them there."

Five woke up and looked up at Diego with a queasy countenance, softly belching. "If you vomit on me..." he warned in a gravelly tone.

"You know what's funny?" Five threw his head back to look at me and sloppily grab my hand, vaguely waking me up momentarily. Luther and Diego's jaws slacked at the sight of my uncovered hands that they hadn't seen since the incident. Diego's lip upturned in a faint grimace before he could stop it, but Luther only held a look of pity. He of anyone could relate in a way.

I took a deep breath in and rubbed my eyes. "What?" I mumbled.

"Aah! I'm going through puberty. Huh. Twice." He laughed in a drunken glee. "How do you do it, Abigail? Like you shape-shift 'n all that. That, that probably really sucks."