Twenty minutes later we were all gathered in the living room. Awkward silence plagued the room, the only sound coming from the fireplace and Klaus making a drink.
I sat in my armchair peacefully reading, as everyone else uncomfortably stirred in their seats.
"Um, I guess we should get this started." Luther began, standing up, "So I figured we could have a sort of memorial service, in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words just at dads favorite spot."
"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison questioned. I put my book down on the table to observe the conversation.
"Yah you know under the oak tree," he paused. "We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" he questioned. He looked at me, and I shrugged. Of course I had done that, but I wanted to let him feel special.
Klaus came waltzing over to the group, drink in hand. "Will there be refreshments? Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner." he said, glancing around at the group.
Luther looked baffled. "What? No. And put that out you know dad didn't allow smoking in here," he gestured to the cigarette in Klaus's hand.
"Is that my skirt?" questioned Allison, practically cutting Luther off. I stifled a laugh as I saw what Klaus was wearing.
"What?" Klaus looked down at his current choice of clothing. "Oh, yeah this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathy on the bits."
"Listen up," Luther said firmly. "Still some important things that we need to discuss alright?
"Like what?" Diego asked.
"Like the way he died."
"Luther..." I started.
"And here we go." sighed Diego. Klaus plopped down on the couch.
"I don't understand," Vanya said. "I thought they said it was a heart attack."
"It was a heart attack. Luther is just being paranoid. Things like this happen all the time, there's no reason to question it. It was just a heart attack." I said.
"Yeah, according to the coroner." Luther told us.
"Well wouldn't they know?" Vanya questioned.
"Theoretically."
"Theoretically?" Allison asked.
"Luther," I started again. "I saw him, it was nothing out of the ordinary."
"But you can't be sure. I'm just saying at the very least something happened. The last time that I talked to dad, he sounded strange." Luther told us.
"Oh, quelle surprise!" Klaus piped in while gargling his drink.
"Strange how?" Allison inquired, ignoring Klaus's remarks.
"He sounded on edge," Luther responded. "Told me I should be careful who to trust. Amity, you were here when it happened. Did he say anything to you? Anything that could help us find out what really killed him?"
I sighed, "I mean, I guess he... did sound a little on edge." I thought back to our last conversation. "Actually, he said the same thing to me, you know, about who to trust. It was right before he..." I trailed off.
"C'mon guys," Diego sighed, "he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles."
"No. He must have known something was going to happen. He told Amity too, that has to mean something." Luther then turned to Klaus. "Look I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad."
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This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things//Five Hargreeves
Fanfiction"This is why we can't have nice things, darling Because you break them, I had to take them away This is why can't have nice things, honey Did you think I wouldn't hear All the things you said about me?" On the 12th hour of the first day of October...
