Love With a Deadline

(S1) chap. 3

Tw: language, violence, underage smoking

"I hate this family. Even though it's all I have."

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Y/n Hargreeves ↓

Time for this shitty funeral with my shitty siblings for my shitty adopted father. While I was still fifteen.

I stood between Five and Klaus, covered by the umbrellas they had. Klaus's was more, uh, self preserving, I suppose. Fives was wider, so I was covered mostly by his.

"Did something happen?" Mom asked, and I furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

"Dad died, remember?" Vanya said.

"Oh." Mom realized. "Yes, of course."

"Is Mom okay?" I asked, because, then again, I've been in a coma for fifteen fucking years.

"Yeah, she's fine." Diego said. "She just needs rest. You know, recharge." I just slowly nodded.

"Whenever you're ready, dear boy." Pogo said.

Klaus lit up a cigarette and before he could even bring it up to his lips, I took it and took a drag of it before I handed it back. I missed smoking.

'Those are unhealthy, you know.' Five told me telepathically.

'The first sip of alcohol you take, I'm classifying you as an alcoholic.' i shot back.

I could practically feel him roll his eyes.

Luther opened Dad's ashes and them out on the ground. It was almost disappointing to watch, just pure rain, no wind or anything. Klaus, however, was holding back a laugh.

"Probably would've been better with some wind." Luther said.

No shit.

"Would anybody like to speak?" Pogo said.

I didn't have anything to say. Not a single good word about that old fuck. He did nothing to deserve any good words from me. He did fucked up things to all of us. And I hated him.

"Very well. In all regards," Pogo started. "Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master..and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy-"

"He was a monster." Diego interrupted, and I tensed.

I took the cigarette back from Klaus and took another drag. Yeah, I was gonna need it now. I handed it back.

"He was a bad person and a worse father." Diego went on.

"Diego." Allison warned.

"My name is Number Two." Diego said sharply . "You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names! He had mom do it!" He yelled.

"Would anyone like something to eat?" Mom asked.

"No, it's okay, Mom." Vanya said.

"Oh, okay."

"Look, If you wanna pay your respects. Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of person he was." Diego said.

"You should stop talking now."

'Is this how things have always been since I've been gone?' Fives voice rang in my head.

'I don't know, dude, I've been asleep for fifteen years.' I replied flatly.

'Excuse me?'

'Coma.'

"You know, you of all people should be on my side, Number One." Diego kept pushing.

"Diego, don't start." I said sternly.

"You too, Number Eight." Diego turned to me. "You should be on my side!"

That wasn't my fucking name. I wasn't a goddamn number. I was Y/n.

"You are going to have to live the rest of your goddamn life remembering the shit he put you through!" Diego just kept pushing. "Tell me, was there ever a day that passed where you didn't feel guilty about what dad made you do?" He asks. "Exactly." He responded to the silence.

"Fuck you." I said.

I went to go inside, but Five grabbed my arm. "C'mon, you gotta watch this." He said.

"I'd rather not watch my brothers kill each other." I said, but I didn't move.

Before I could do anything, the fight quickly became physical. I let out a small gasp when they knocked over Ben's statue. If that wasn't fucked up, what was?

Diego pulled out a knife and went to throw it at Luther, but I stopped it with my telekinesis, and dropped it into the mud.

"Jesus Christ, you guys are idiots." I mumbled, feeling a headache coming on. As I walked past Klaus, I grabbed the cigarette and went inside as I took a drag. "I hate this family." I mumbled, exhaling the smoke. "Even though it's all I have."

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