Mission

08

Waking up to a horrible headache from last night, I stumbled my way to the kitchen where Grace was already cooking. “Goodmorning Fiona '' she greeted me as I smiled at her. I took a seat and waited for my food. She soon placed a delicious breakfast in front of me. “Thank you Grace” I smiled as I immediately started to eat my food. In the middle of my feast Five walked in the kitchen, my eyes glared at him as he also mirrored my actions. He soon went out and my eyes softened.

Luther gathered everybody, except for Vanya that afternoon for another family meeting regarding quitting at the Commission. "Alright" Luther started before sitting down, Five was sitting next to me as we all looked at Luther. "Fiona, you need to quit at the Commission" Luther started as everyone stared at me. "It's not that easy," I explained. "You need to have permission from the Handler before I could quit," I sighed.
"What's everyone doing?" A voice said behind all of us.
"Vanya" Allison called. "Family meeting," she said.
"You didn't bother calling for me?" he said.
"You weren't around," Allison explained.
"Alright, go on with your own family meeting" Vanya said before leaving with her violin. Allison sighs and turns back to us. I glanced at Vanya before running to talk to him.
“Vanya” I called out as he turned back to me.
“Fiona” she sighed. “I'm  sorry I shouldn't have shown you that kind of attitude” he apologized, lowering his head.
“No, it's fine, I'm used to it by Five” I chuckled. “Can I come with you?” I asked as he hesitated for a bit. He smiled and nodded. We walked to his apartment where he usually practices violin. He showed me the basic chords of the violin.
“Do you want to try?” he suggested, a small smile curved onto my lips as he handed me the violin.
“I'm not that good” I chuckle.
“You can do it,” he cheered.

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We talked all afternoon until evening about what we liked and our lives mostly. “–I was often the outcast of the family,” he explained. “What about you?” he asked, turning to me.
“Well, I've known the Hargreeves for a long time now. My mother was killed when I was 15 years old and I lived alone with my father” I sighed.
“Though, he's often busy with work”
“I guess, we suffer the same,” he replied. We were talking until I eventually bid my goodbyes to him, I decided to go to a bar close to Vanya's apartment and get fucked up for the night. I sat down near the counter as I ordered a simple margarita.
“Here you go beautiful” the bartender smiled, giving me a winm before placing my drink down, I smiled back as I took a sip from my drink. I wasn't aware of my surroundings and I had no one else but myself that night. It was only the second drink I had for the night, I felt my head already spinning. “Fuck” I mumbled to myself as I tried to stand up but that made me end up on the floor. I laid there for a while with all the noise going into one ringing sound.
“Get up” a voice said similarly like Five. I looked up to see it was really Five.
“Did you miss me already?” I said in a drunken voice chuckling. I tried my best to stand up but all the spinning made me stumble into one of the chairs.
“Ah fuck” I heard Five mutter.
“Yes please” I replied back before my vision went black.

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I woke up in someone's room already changed into my clothes. I tried to sit up holding my head. “Ah the princess finally woke up” someone said as they closed the door. “Where am I?” I asked myself.
“You're in my room idiot” Fived sighed as he placed a bowl of soup on his nightstand.
“What happened last night?” I groaned.
“You were drugged, if you didn't know” Five sighed. “Good thing, I was there to save you” he exclaimed proudly. I looked at him with a raised brow.
“And, that makes you the hero of the story?” I asked him as I took the bowl of soup. “And, why did you even save me? I thought you hated me” I asked slowly while sipping the soup.
“Because even if I hated you, the last face I would want you to see is mine” he argued.
I scoffed as I kept on sipping the soup. “Who made this?” I pondered. “I did,” Five stated.
“I love it,” I whispered.
“What was that?” Five asked with a smirk.
“I hate it, you're a terrible cook” I exclaimed.
“If it doesn't taste good, why do you keep sipping it?” he mocked, making me roll my eyes at him.
“Fuck off, I have to go somewhere else today” I said putting away the dish and walking out of his room.
“You just got better,” he shouted.