Gnosis

CHAPTER 2: RUN BOY RUN

Word Count: 4827

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After their conversation, Five and (Y/n) decided to move to another location. The talk ended over nothing after (Y/n) used her perception on Vanya, opening the barriers of her mind without even touching her and learnt how she thought Five's mind has been corrupted by time travel, and that the world will not end.

'She thinks you're lying'

Five was not pleased when (Y/n) said it aloud. As soon as Vanya retreated for the night, he grabbed (Y/n) and blinked away. Neither of them got any sleep that night. For (Y/n), it was a conscious choice. The fear of forgetting—of losing the clarity and understanding she had gained—kept her awake.

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March 25, 2019

         - Meritech Prosthetic's Company

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Five and (Y/n) stood side by side in the lobby, though their demeanors couldn't have been more different. Five's impatience was palpable. He paced back and forth, his brow furrowed in irritation. With every passing moment, Five's frustration grew as he took sharp steps. In his hand, he held a small glass eye, taken from the future. He believed that the eye was connected to the apocalypse and was determined to find its owner in the present day.

"How long are we gonna stand here for?" Five's voice was a low growl, barely restrained. His agitation was evident in his tone and the way he clenched his fists. "Could they take any longer than this?"

(Y/n) remained composed, her demeanor calm and collected. She let out a long, deep breath, unfazed by Five's impatience. "Calm down, Five."

Five shot her a frustrated glance, but didn't respond. He continued to pace, his agitation growing with each passing second. His eyes darted back and forth, watching the receptionist with a mix of irritation and impatience.

"What's even taking them so long?" Five's frustration was almost tangible. He stopped his pacing, coming to a halt just inches away from her. His breath was warm against her cheek as he stood so close that his bare fingers brushed against her gloved ones.

"Uh, can I help you?"

Both of them snapped their heads toward the source of the voice. The newcomer was a middle-aged man clad in a white coat. He had a professional demeanor, with neatly combed hair, and a friendly but puzzled expression on his face. He looked at them expectantly, clearly curious about their presence.

The suddenness of the intrusion made (Y/n) grab Five's sleeve, her fingers curling around the fabric. The gesture was subtle, a fleeting touch of insecurity as she stepped closer to him. It was almost as if she sought some form of security in his presence, her hand gripping his sleeve as though it were a lifeline.

For a fleeting moment, their eyes met—Five's gaze shifting downward to observe her hand gripping his sleeve before meeting her eyes again. The silent exchange between them was familiar, a shared understanding communicated through years of taking missions together.

Five adjusted his hand to hold hers before turning his attention back to the man who had addressed them.

"I need to know who this belongs to." Five says, raising the eye for the man to see. His voice carried a hard edge.

The man's eyes narrowed as he looked at the eye and then back at them. "Where did you get that?" he asked.

(Y/n) could sense the tension rising. She knew this wasn't going to end well. Five was never one for patience, and his irritability was a volatile mix in situations like this. She could almost see the explosion coming.