"What's the date?" he said, his voice ringing strangely in my ears. "The exact date."
We had all gathered downstairs in the kitchen as Five started making a sandwich. A guy's got to have priorities, I guess. I peered curiously at him from behind Klaus, who was sitting on the table. To be honest, it was like staring at a ghost. A ghost who had unfinished business here.
He was wearing an oversized black suit, and had the attitude of an old man. His demeanor seemed hostile and aggravated when off guard, but I could tell that he was trying to be kinder when talking to his family. Even as a kid, I was always good at reading body language. I wished I had pursued psychology like I always wanted.
Five looked awfully sleep deprived, like he hadn't had a peaceful sleep for a long time. Probably could use a coffee. His dark hair was mostly tidy, with pieces hanging loosely on his forehead, being blown around by the break through his anomaly. The dim lighting of the kitchen cast a soft shadow over the boy's features.
His eyes were a light shade of green, I could tell that the lighting didn't do them much justice. My mother used to say that the eyes were the windows to your soul. His were mirrors. Refusing to let anyone past the surface. They seemed to reflect years of hardship and trial, covering up the feelings of pain inside.
Klaus leaned back against me, resting his head on my chest. I gave his shoulders a comforting squeeze.
My sisters voice shot me out of my trance, as she answered the boy.
"The 24th." Vanya replied.
"Of what?" he pursued, clearly annoyed with the lack of understanding.
"March."
"2019," I added. That, apparently, didn't matter much to him because he glared at me, venom in his gaze. I scoffed under my breath. What was his deal? He looked at me like I was stupid. I'm not stupid.
But alright, I'll let him off once. I believe in second chances so he still has a chance to redeem himself. Although I must admit, when I imagined meeting him in all my days I was left alone with my thoughts, the interaction was the polar opposite of what was happening right now. As I was diving deeper into my thoughts his voice startled me and pulled me out of my trance.
"Good."
When he spoke his words were crisp and determined. He glanced at our little group, huddled at the opposing end of the table, while still giving almost all of his attention to the peanut butter and marshmallow monstrosity.
I remember when Vanya used to leave them out at night. She would leave the light on too. She always worried Five would come back and wouldn't be able to find his way home. Vanya was always so sweet like that, even when her family never reciprocated the kindness she showed them. I personally thought that those sandwiches were disgusting.
"So are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked. When he gets no response from Five, he stands up and speaks again. "It's been 14 years."
Five scoffs and looks up at him. "It's been a lot longer than that."
He stares at Luther for a moment longer before he blinks past him. I'd only ever seen his power on the video tapes Dad had kept, so as I'd never seen his power in real life before, I was in awe. Luther, however, disagreed.
"I haven't missed that."
"Where'd you go," Diego asked, without looking up from the spot on the floor his eyes were fixed upon.
"The future." Five replied. He blinked back to the end of the table before adding. "It's shit, by the way."
"Called it." Klaus announced.
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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...
