Sarcasm | Five Hargreeves

70 | it's hadron, diego, not hard-on

Saying something is "nothing personal" usually means that a decision you made has nothing to do with your own feelings, or, as the term says, personal attachment. Five felt like the biggest liar in the world when he told Grace it was "nothing personal" before twisting her neck around 180 degrees and carefully letting her fall to the floor.

Grace was his Mom, and although he was aware of his role being more of a cold and detached hard-ass in their family, it was a little heart wrenching seeing her sing-along to a distorted memory, and he was much reminded of her when she began to hum a melancholy melody about fallen soldiers.

Y/N, who was drenched in a thin layer of dust and soot, ran up the stairs, panting heavily as she locked her hands behind her head in an attempt to regain her breath. Only minutes earlier, the same limp robot who laid Grace-fully sprawled over the steps of the Academy had barged in, flamethrower in hand as she pursued all possible mayhem in order to keep the Sparrows and Umbrellas from trapping the Kugelblitz.

The girl had trouble trying to redirect the mass of flames away from both of the families, more specially away from those who were carrying out the Dyson Sphere. Being sent through a few brick walls would be nothing compared to the agonizing vaporization of every molecule in her body, so Y/N certainly took one for the team.

"She's gone, huh?" Y/N sighed, collapsing onto the steps beside Grace's body.

Five gave her a curt nod, his eyes still fixated over his caretaker's still and peaceful face, completely contrasting the look of pure rage and bloodlust he had seen when she barged in the basement.

Y/N took note of his disassociation, but she herself was in no shape to comfort anybody. She turned her stiff neck to look outside the window, and the destruction of the city before her was enough to make her want to slit her own throat. They had killed Grace, trapped the Kugelblitz, and prevented the next Kugel wave, but at what cost? So many people had already been lost, millions and millions all over the world. It felt as if their efforts were good for nothing.

The girl heard the soft ruffle of cloth and from her peripheral vision, she could see Five sitting down besides her, a defeated look upon his own face as if he already knew what she was thinking.

"What do you have to say this time, Yoda?" Y/N rolled her eyes, prophesying the next fifty-eight year old wisdom lecture from the boy besides her.

Five scoffed, giving her a discreet side glance at her remark. "I was just going to give you some company, since I, ya know, just killed our adopted robot mom."

There was a brief silence between the pair and in unison, they both looked down at Grace's body, before glancing up to meet each others gazes.

"Hell, I love family reunions."

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Klaus was still nowhere to be seen, but after both the Sparrows and the Umbrellas popped open the cork of the champagne, all other problems were drained away along with the pricey bottle of Dad's Perrier.

Queen was blaring through the drunken ears of the elated heroes, and nothing but glee and amusement was present over their faces as they danced along with the music. Diego, who was dancing over the furniture he was often scolded for sitting on as a child, was twirling Lila around merrily, while Fei waltzed over to Y/N and filled her empty glass before joining in on her conversation with Christopher, the glowing cube.

"So did it hurt?" she inquired, sipping the thin glass after thanking Fei.

"Falling from heaven, right?" Christopher chirped, spinning around flirtatiously.