five is in the future, and he meets one last person. years later he takes her to meet the family and save the world.
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content warning: rated mature for strong language, violence and depictions of blood and sexual implication
season one
6/29/24 - 7...
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word count: 4934 __ Hook. Catch. Sinker.
Mei was squeezing her foot down as Lila groaned underneath, her gaze never letting up from Lila's eyes. Mei's blindness spell left Lila— whose eyes were no longer pitch black.
"You've got a good nose," The Handler commented.
"Y'know. Planting her in a psych ward, taking advantage of my simpleton brother, that was smart." Five nearly complimented. He was fixated on Lila squirming under his partner's shoe. "Well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
Five's head almost turned like a robot, his stare in disbelief. "No way, this is your—"
"Daughter. Yes! And she's my only one, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't crush her windpipe," The Handler smiled back to Mei. Mei groaned as she let up off, and put it down beside her. Lila cried and panted as she stood up to look Five in the eyes.
"I am going to enjoy killing you someday. And your little dog too," Lila sneered at Five then Mei.
"Oh, Lila and here I thought we were gonna start dating," Mei falsely pouted, her eyes still dull.
"Lila, darling, would you give us a minute, please?" Lila turned to face her mother, her expression askew.
"Yes, the grown-ups need to talk," Five said as he smirked back, Mei in the corner scrunched her hand to wave goodbye. Lila rolled her eyes, and stalked off. When she passed the countertop, she flipped a tin basin over for it to clatter onto the floor.
"Real charmer, ain't she?" Mei asked as she leaned back against the wooden table behind her. "What is it that you want?" Five asked as he glared at their former boss.
"Do you like Jazz?" Mei stared at Five, her gaze squinting. "I'd rather lick a cheese grater."
Mei kicked his shin softly as she stood up. "Do not ruin jazz for me with your bullshit," Mei replied to her. The Handler smiled with a sultry expression, she put her cigarette out and walked away.
"Awh... Well, jazz is like a beautiful woman. Complex, emotional, hard to please. She doesn't just give it to you, she makes you work for it!" Mei stared at the back of Five's head as The Handler talked. Their ex-boss walked around the table, and sided next to Mei she stopped.
"I'm really hopin' you're going somewhere with this," Five was growing annoyed as The Handler went on. The Handler put her arm around Mei's shoulders and started to get to the point. The Commission
"Under my leadership! The Commisson would start to sound more like..." She paused for dramatic effect. Her eyes traveled the room to return to Five, "Jazz!"
