exceptional ; five hargreeves

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chapter seventeen ; his silly game

🎧 snap out of it . arctic monkeys

"what the heck are you doing?" 

this made y/n squeal in surprise. minutes ago, she tried shapeshifting into her old self but it didn't work so she just took a quick shower and changed into a new uniform. right now, she was sitting in front of her desk busy writing in a small b8 notebook, too busy to even hear five entering her room.

"shit— you're gonna give me a heart attack, five!"

he chuckled, a small calming one, "you were too busy with whatever you are writing there to even notice me." five mentioning the pen and notebook she was holding. 

she closed the notebook as she looked at him, finally facing him. y/n noticed he was already in a new uniform and then slightly looked away, not totally. she can't look at him for too long like before— because who the hell can do that after the both of them share a kiss without any description plus, they had an awkward moment this morning, maybe someone named, five? 

she was driving insane since the first time he hugged her at diego's place and continued only five making it worse. she then cleared her throat, "uh, so how are you? your injury?"

"don't change the subject, eight." 

five said inching close to her as his hand rested on one of the chair's arms, she gulped. she tried to look away but she couldn't, he wouldn't let her. he was too captivating to even look away. as they were gazing at each other for not too long, y/n closed her eyes as if she was expecting something.

but her eyes opened when he felt him pull the notebook out of her hand and pull away from her standing with one of his hands inside his pocket, reading it out loud, "bucket list. things to do before the end of the world..."

she got embarrassed for two different reasons. first, when she expected and went all out that he'd kiss her and at the same time, him, read out loud the thing she was doing.

"number one, take five at—"

this made y/n snatch it at his hand and spatial jump at the other wall of her room, hugging it like it's her life.

"...your art exhibit." five finished as y/n whined, "five!"

"you're doing a bucket list because the world is ending?" five asked laughing a bit, "it's none of your business." she uttered, shoving the small notebook in her pocket inside the blazer with her pen.

"it's my business now, considering my name is at the top of the list."

she just scoffed not arguing with him anymore, she was embarrassed. she wouldn't deny that but she was also worried that while she sighed before asking him, " sure. fine. but anyway, how's your wound? and why are you here? i'm sincerely asking here."

"feeling alive, i guess. and come on, let's go fetch klaus."

five then spatial jumped out of her room while she was dumbfounded, five liked putting her on the edge without any explanations. he likes teasing her, seeing her all flustered but he wouldn't let her see him being the flustered one.

y/n doesn't even know if five knows what he's doing and the consequences he is giving her. y/n was never a typical romantic girl because she liked it the way she wasn't attached to anyone. but she does know five isn't a guy to show affection like most of the other adoptive siblings tell her.

she just shook her head at her thoughts and followed five, it was too much for her to handle. the world is ending and she had time to think about this thing?

"hey, get up. we're going."

"where?"

"to save the world."

the two of them were already at klaus' room as five commanded the poor boy who was lazily doing crochet in his bed, "oh, is that all? great." klaus then put the thing he was doing down and sat down to fix himself while five started to rumble.

"so, pogo said dad killed himself to get us back together, right?" five asked walking around back and forth, looking like someone was still troubled. as klaus asked, "yeah, so?" y/n just stayed quiet, realizing five was good at controlling emotions, earlier he was so silly now he's like this.

y/n's train of thought got snapped when five spoke, "so it got me thinking. i had to jump to the future to figure out when it happened, but dad, he can't time travel. so how'd the crazy bastard actually know to kill himself a week before the end of the world?"

"well, you know..."

before klaus could even continue what he was saying, five cut him off while pointing at him, "don't answer. that was purely rhetorical." this made y/n just give klaus a two pat on his back for even trying to answer.

"truth is, our whole lives, he's been telling us we'd save the world from an impending apocalypse."

"yeah, but i always thought he just said that to scare us into doing the dishes."

"or eat vegetables..."

"me too. but what if the old man really knew it was going to happen?" five asked as y/n hummed, thinking that it actually made sense. klaus agreed and asked, "yeah, but knew how?"

"no idea. but the fact remains, that his fakakta plan worked. we all came home. since we're here, we might as well save the world."

"wow, a reunion to save the world." y/n said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. as klaus' finally got himself ready the three of them walked outside his room, y/n getting a glimpse of diego running through the hallways.

five to also seem to notice he asked, "where have you been?" while diego was removing his jacket and entering his room he replied, "jail."

"long story. where's luther?"

"haven't seen him since breakfast."

"yeah. two days until the world ends he picks a great time to drop off the grid."

with this, diego got out of his room facing them as he cursed under his breath, "allison is in danger."

klaus, five, and y/n looked at each other at his statement, as y/n asked, "where is she?"

"she went after peabody."

"alone?"

"alone."

"well, damn it."

[ LETTER #16, day 35 | sorry i didn't have time to write to you these past days. the old man didn't want me to move around and let me stay in my room for days because i was sick. i played in the rain. it was fun but i had an earful sermon, haha. you should try it too. sincerely, y/n. ]

chapter seventeen ; his silly game — end.
☂️| to be continued...