The Violin and the Vanisher

V.a.t.V #2

🌪Vanyaaaa 🎻

       Five was never one to miss a beat. When he had to punch, he punched, when it was time to space jump, he space jumped and when I needed him to be there, he was there.

       The tremors came often, usually when I was asleep, this was one of those nights. I trembled from my nightmares, images replaying in my head as I tried not to cry too loud. Still, somehow, Five knew, and so the soft knock came from behind my door. He didn't wait for me to call him in, he knew I was too shaken to speak.

      "Van, Van I'm here." He said softly, shutting the door and walking to me. He carefully placed a hand on my shoulder and rubbed his thumb over it. He crawled into the bed and grabbed hold of my trembling body, pulling my back into his warm torso, holding my hands in his, against my stomach. He dug his face into my hair and whispered reassuringly into my ear. 

     "I don't want to go back there, Five. My mind always takes me back to that box." I didn't specify where I was talking about, but he knew, and he promised that I would never have to go back, that he would keep me safe from Reginald. He meant what he said, but whether he could keep his promise was a whole different story. It was only yesterday that he'd sworn he would take me away, but it felt like it had been years. 

           He hummed a soft song in my ear and pulled me closer, causing the tremors to soften. "Just focus on the song Van, I know you know it." He said, trying to distract me, to pull me from the pool of thoughts which drowned me. I listened and attempted to hum along, "That's it, see, just focus on the music." He soothed. "Five?" I said, as more of a question than a word, he hummed in response, "How did you know? That it was happening again?" I asked, curling as close to him as possible. "I always know Van, I can feel it in my bones when I need to." He replied, caressing his thumb over my knuckles. I nodded and breathed deep, he always knew. "For you Vanya, I will always know."

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       I winced as I attempted to play my violin. The bruises and torn muscles in my back were affecting my playing and I had become very frustrated. Five had finished training early, so he sat in the library with me, reading a book as I struggled to even lift my bow. He looked up from his book to me for the thousandth time, and raised a brow. I scraped a hand through my hair, pushing my bangs back in frustration. "Vanya." He said, setting his book on the table beside him. "Yes?" I asked, sighing as I lay my Violin and bow on a stool near me. "Come here." He motioned to the couch he sat on and so I went to him and sat down. He took my shoulders in his hands and made me face him, he then had me lay on my stomach and place my head and upper body across his lap. 

      Slowly, my jacket was lifted a couple inches, and a soothing, cold hand lay on my spine, massaging the aching spots and tracing the cut that hadn't gotten much better. "You push yourself too hard." He said, picking up his book with his free hand, and continuing to rub my back. "You are hurt and yet you strain every part of you that is injured." His hand going to my hair, and then to my back again. "I don't see you stopping training, even with two cracked ribs and abdomen bruising." I replied, speaking into his legs, my face comfortably turned, away from his face, though I could picture his expression. He hummed in response but just kept rubbing my back.

   "Five." I said. "Vanya." He replied.  "Do you think I will ever be able to be a part of the team?" I asked distantly, my mind wandering as I avoided Reginald's name. 

    Before he could respond, Klaus and Ben walked in. Five's hand tensed for a moment, but then resumed with no more hesitation. I lifted my head so I could see them. Ben was seeming to find the ceiling very interesting, as he avoided eye contact with me, and shuffled to a shelf of books. Klaus on the other hand raised an eyebrow at me and made a squeaky noise. "Shut up Klaus." Five said, not moving his eyes from his book. "I didn't say anything, you're so touchy, geez." He shrugged and smirked in amusement at me, as he followed Ben to another part of the library. Klaus was the only one who knew how I felt for Five, we had always been close in childhood, but in the passing years, I had grown to love him differently than everyone else. I had told Klaus to get it off my chest, thinking he would forget it the next day, but it seemed that the only thing he could remember was dad's safe number and the things between Five and I.

      I assumed Ben knew something, and I half hoped it was because Five had confided something to him. I knew me and Five's relationship was not normal, not just a friendship, much more than that, but we never talked about it, never gave it a label, never kissed, never said I love you, we only shared moments, moments that were stored away in an invisible box and weren't revisited together. 

     My stomach twisted and my heart throbbed for him, for him to know that I needed him, that I couldn't function without knowing that he would be there when I needed him, which was always. 

        At some point my eyes closed, and the sooth of his hand rubbing against my back caused my mind to grow fuzzy with dreams and unconscious thoughts. Soon I drifted into a quiet and dark place, sleep taking over my body, and quickly after, my mind.

🌪Fiveeeee🎻

     The sleeping girl below me lay peacefully in my lap. A small smile rested upon her soft lips as her nose twitched slightly,and her fingers clutched my pant leg. Klaus had gone to find something to 'boost his mood', while Ben sat in the chair next to me, silently reading a book. My fingers continued to string through Vanya's hair as I read my book, nearing the last of the pages, though, my eyes kept dropping to the beautiful girl in my lap. "Quit drooling." Ben said, not lifting his eyes from his book. I looked down at her face again, to see no drool, "She's not." He still kept his eyes on the book, "I meant you." I furrowed my brows but came to realize that I had been staring at her for quite some time. "You look like Klaus did when he discovered acid." He said, finally setting his book aside.

     "Go on, speak." His voice was soft and calm, but also anxious. "I'm not sure how to put it into words." I paused, "I promised her I would take her away, one day, you, me, Klaus and Vanya, we'll go far away, safe from dad, safe from Luther and his idiocy. I have to keep her safe, my everything depends on it." He nodded, "I know. Where will we go?" On this I thought for a moment, "Cremona, Italy. The birthplace of the violin. It's a beautiful city, full of music, math, food, architecture, books, so many books, and good wine. That's where we'll go, that's where we'll be safe." I looked down at the sleeping girl and ran my hand through her hair, "Where I can keep her safe. Where we can be together, there can be an us." I looked up to find Ben grinning at me. "What?" I asked, lifting a brow. "Nothing." He said, He looked back at his book, still smiling wide, "Nothing at all."

A/N: Sorry, it seems a bit short but that's all I wanted in this chapter, good night my lovelies.

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