Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 84

Thank youu, PinkySnow for another cool drawingg~!

Though as much as I appreciate them arts y'all been doing for this book, I decided that this will be my last time posting fan arts in this book. Which means you can still send them, but I won't be posting them here anymore. I'm sorry :,>

Anyway, enjoy reading!

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Y/N QUIETLY GASPED as she found a suitcase full of wads of cash on her coffee table. "All this because I defeated Oblivion samurais?" She thought aloud.

Ever since she read Reginald's letter, Y/N felt as if she was in shock even though she wasn't. In the vast of two weeks, Y/N merely sat on every corner of her condo, processing everything from what Reggie wrote. She lived off on granola bars, refusing to go out by distracting herself with every hobby that was available in her abode.

She read books until the Darry, Sodapop, Ponyboy, and the other greasers reminded her of them again, which made her cry even more; she played the guitar which only reminded her of the times she listened to Viktor play the violin; she listened to the radio until it played songs of Bay City Rollers, reminding her of her trip with Klaus and Five; and she danced until it tuckered her out too much to fight back her emotions no one she knew could comfort her -- not when the idea of being alone was getting frequently sickening.

Especially now that her mind was too quiet to drown out her own thoughts that went in different directions.

Y/N felt the need for a different distraction. And so, she believed the better way to accept the fact that the Umbrella Academy had forgotten about her was to tend to what dear old Reggie had abundantly rewarded her. The amount of money that was in the suitcase was a lot to the point Y/N forgot her mental list of everything she wanted to buy that she can't afford before.

Until her stomach rumbled.

"I guess that's one off from that list." She scoffed to herself. Y/N took a few hundred dollars from a wad and made her way back to her room to get dressed, silently hoping that there would be clothes inside her wardrobe.

When she opened her closet, Y/N let out a relieved sigh. Fortunately, it did have clothes. She was able to put together an outfit she found comfortable. Afterwards, she eagerly put her shoes on and showed herself out, taking her keys and her helmet along the way after putting the money in her pocket.

She ran down the stairs that led to the back alley, where her black Triumph motorcycle used to be parked. The girl couldn't contain her smile when she found it newly waxed. Although Y/N was beaming at the fact that she's able to ride her motorcycle again, a part of her felt scared of the thought she might've forgotten how to ride one.

But it didn't change the fact that she was ravenous, leading her to let her fears be shrugged off as she wore her helmet and buckled it in place before she could straddle it. The next thing she knew, she was revving up the engine and releasing the clutch.

Riding her motorcycle again made her feel like she was relearning how to ride a bike. She felt cautious at first, but she ended up riding along the town aimlessly. Without her powers, her mind hasn't been crowded with other people's thoughts -- it was both a gift and a curse, apparently. The fact made her want to scream in joy, until she remembered a place she hasn't been going to in a while.

I wonder if Griddy's is still open.

Much to her dismay, when Y/N got there, Griddy's was no longer open. It didn't even exist. There wasn't anything but an open parking lot.