𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐃, five hargreeves

𝟬𝟬𝟯. the kitchen

I ACTUALLY KIND OF like it here,in the Umbrella Academy. On my third day, everyone went on a mission except Vanya. I found out she didn't go because they think she's "powerless," which I thought was total crap. I mean, in my universe, I went on missions too, even thought I was the same as her. I am trained in a bunch of martial arts and everything.

I also met Alison, but we didn't really click. She'd just gives me dirty looks and rolls her eyes every time I talk, so I didn't bother trying to be friends with her.

When I met Diego, though, it was awesome. He got all excited when I told him he was my brother in my universe. Klaus was cool, too. He's funny, but I'm pretty sure he cheated when we played cards.

I started this routine where I'd sit down with my not dad after dinner and answer his questions about me or my universe. That was fine. But then there's Five.

I never really got how people could hate someone so much until I met Five Hargreeves. He's always bugging me, trying to get me to talk for him. I get that it's kind of petty to ignore him for two weeks, but it's his fault. He's rude and annoying for no reason.

Take this morning, for example. I was in the living room with Vanya and Luther, just answering questions like usual. Then, boom, Five blinks into the room. Everyone knows about our little "war" by now, as Diego calls it, so I just kept talking to Luther about one of their missions.

The whole time, Five was leaning on this column, staring at me. He didn't even try to hide it. At first, it drove me crazy, but after a week, I stopped caring. Didn't mean he stopped.

Yesterday he said, "At this rate, you might as well be a piece of furniture — at least then you'd have an excuse for being boring." I almost snapped. I actually turned to say something back but then realized what he was doing. So, I just kept my mouth shut.

SIX WEEKS. THAT'S HOW long I've been here. Would it be wrong to say I like it more than my actual universe? Because I do. I was never this close to my real siblings, not like I am with Vanya or Diego. Not even my Diego.

I guess the fact that I didn't have powers or anything special back home played a part. But my life here? It's almost perfect. My not dad even lets me sit in on the mission briefings, and after I suggested a tactic once, I pretty much became the mission assistant, just like I was in my own universe.

Then there's Five. He's slowly becoming my personal nemesis. I still haven't spoken to him, but it's getting harder and harder to keep that up. He even tried teleporting into Vanya's and my room a few times, just to catch me talking. After the third time — when he blinked in while his sister was about to change — he stopped doing that.

"So, is silence your default setting, or something?" Five's voice snapped me out of my thoughts as he walked into the kitchen, the door clicking shut behind him.

I rolled my eyes and stuffed another spoonful of cereal into my mouth. Honestly, what amazes me about Five is how he won't quit. If he'd just leave me alone for a day or two, I wouldn't be so stubborn about not talking to him when he's around. But he won't, and now it's just a matter of principle.

I glanced at the door. Diego had warned me not to shut it all the way because it wouldn't open from the inside. The kitchen's in the basement, so no one could really hear anything down here.

Five kept pouring his cereal, totally unaware of what he'd just done. I got up, put my bowl on the counter, and tried the door handle. It didn't budge. Great.

"Move," Five said, pushing me aside. I stepped back, ready to watch him struggle. He tried the handle too, but when the door didn't open, he looked at me, biting the inside of his cheek. "Great," He muttered.