"Where's Vanya?" Allison asks, entering the kitchen. It's been a couple of hours since the "ceremony" of which Ben's statue had fallen and Five and I've been glaring at each other for most the time.
"Oh, she's gone." Klaus replies.
"That's unfortunate." Five comments. Allison and I raise an eyebrow. "An entire square block, 42 bedrooms and 19 bathrooms, but no, not a single drop of coffee."
"Dad hated caffeine." Allison reminds.
"He hated children too." I comment.
Five nods. "True."
"Finally finding something you can agree too, old man?" I scoff.
"You know-"
"Hey!" Allison exclaims "No more of this. Your little insults are frankly getting old by now and it's been what, 6 hours since you guys met?"
"No insults are not gonna happen with us in the same room." Five replies. "And to solve that issue, I am taking the car to get a decent cup of coffee."
"You don't have a license. And do you even know how to drive?" I ask mockingly.
"Enough!" Allison shouts as Five begins to start his ramble. "Since Five doesn't have a license, why don't you kindly escort him to a place and maybe have coffee with him as well?"
"No." we say at the same time.
"It's either this way, or the rumor way."
"I would rather-"
"I heard a rumor that you do as I say." Allison's eyes turn white and the air seems to vibrate around her. My vision turns blurry for a second and I feel the message wrap around my head.
"Oh come on!" I protest as Five says "Real mature, Allison."
"Off you pop!" Allison exclaims, ushering us out the kitchen.
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"This is officially worse than the apocalypse." Five states as we enter the building of Griddy's Donuts. The place is empty, making us two the only customers.
"Agreed."
A metal bell sits on the corner of the desk and we sit down, scooting as far away as possible and ring the bell.
"Coming!" An elderly lady in a pink suit with a happy smile, emerges from behind the shop. "So, what can I get you for today?"
"I'll have.... a chocolate eclair."
"Great! And can I get the kid a glass of milk or something?" she asks. I look at him, holding back a laugh. His expression is priceless, distorting as if he ate something sour.
"The kid would like coffee. Black." He says with an angry face. Then he smiles like the true psychopath he is.
"Okay." the clerk breathes deeply as she exits the counter to input our orders.
A long period of time stretches between us in total silence.
"Do you even have money?" I ask.
"Nope." he says cheerfully.
"So you expect me to pay for you."
"Yep."
"Why would I- ugh fine. Just pay me back." I reach into my pockets for my wallet and take out the frayed piece of cloth. I rummage around it, finding a few dollar bills and nickels.
"Not a lot of money, huh?" he asks.
"You don't essentially get rich by selling degraded books that no one reads."
"Author?"
"Yeah."
"I have spare cash." he says, reaching down for his pockets as well and bringing out a crisp, new 10-dollar bill.
"You said you didn't have any money on you!"
"You should really learn not to trust people. Especially me." he sighs. "Don't remember this place being such a shithole. I used to come here as a kid. Used to sneak out with my brothers and sisters and ate donuts till we puked."
"You do realize that your age, physically at least is 13, right?"
He shoots a glare at me.
"Does wittle Five want a glass of milk?" I ask, scratching his chin. He grabs my arm and twists it and I feel something I once registered as pain but I scoff and shove my palm into his face.
"Here you go!" the clerk says cheerfully as she hands us the eclair and coffee. Five pushes the 10 dollar bill to the edge of the counter and she grabs it.
"I'll go grab some change for you. Be right back."
Five clears his throat as the clerk leaves. "You know your way through the city, right?"
"Yup. I live just around the block."
"Good. I need an address."
"Where are you going to go?"
"The mall."
"Oh. Well, you need to take a left from here, straight until you see the other donut shop, go to the bus stop in the right corner, take a 52 bus, and are you even listening?" He seems distant, narrowing his eyes at the silver bell on the table intensely.
"What's up with the bell?" Then I see the reflection. A group of people, dressed in black, pointing guns. At me. No, at Five.
"That was fast." he comments "Thought I'd have a little more time before they found me."
"Is there any other thing you forgot to mention?" I speak through my teeth. "Are you a part of some secret organization to destroy the world now or is the fact that 50 assassins are looking for you it?"
"Let's be professional about this, yeah?" the man closest to Five says. "Kill the girl and come with us. They want to talk."
"They? And who the fu-" I start.
"I have nothing to say." Five interrupts. Yeah, keep pretending I don't exist. Maybe you'll get lucky and I'll get shot by one of the bullets.
"You want me to go shoot a kid? Go home with that in my conscience?"
He sighs. "I wouldn't worry about that." He turns around and flashes another set of his smiles. "You won't be going home."Then he grabs my hand and we blink away.
Lights shine at the corner of my eyes and we are now in the parking lot in the back of the shop. I groan.
"What the fu-"
"Stay here, okay?" he says, patting my back. Too hard. I retch in my mouth. Five recoils"First time can get a bit dizzy."
"Dizzy? I don't think you should be calling it-" Then he's gone with another flash of light "Stupid, arrogant piece of-"
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How to Kill Time (Reader x Five Hargreeves)
FanfictionIt's the end of the world as they...don't know it. Five Hargreeves is supposedly back from the dead and Y/n Hargreeves, the eighth umbrella, tries together to save the world. Time is never on their side but you can't essentially kill it, or can you...
