Gnosis

CHAPTER 5: NUMBER FIVE II

Word Counts: 2475

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The sun cast a warm glow over the quiet highway as Five, Luther, and (Y/n) sat inside a sleek black car, patiently waiting for Cha Cha and Hazel to arrive. Luther sat at the driver's seat, his hands gripping the steering wheel. Five occupied the passenger seat, his gaze scanning the surroundings for any signs of the two assassins and nestled in the backseat was (Y/n), fidgeting nervously as she glanced out the window.

The car idled softly, the engine purring like a contented cat as they waited. Outside, the world seemed to carry on as usual, oblivious of what's yet to come.

Luther's eyes flickered from the rear-view mirror to look at (Y/n) and then shifted to Five, who was beside him. "So, how did you two meet?"

As Luther's question hung in the air, a brief pause settled over the car, filled only by the soft hum of the engine. Five shot him a sidelong glance, his expression unreadable behind his typically stoic facade.

(Y/n), sensing the tension between them, cleared her throat before offering a hesitant smile. "Well, it's a bit of a long story," she began, her words hesitant as she searched for the right way to explain their unconventional relationship.

Five snorted, a rare hint of hilarity flickering in his eyes. "Long story short, we met under less than ideal circumstances. Let's just say I needed some help, and (Y/n) here was kind enough to lend me a hand."

Luther raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "And how exactly did you both end up being together?"

Five scoffed, crossing his arms before turning to Luther. "What makes you think we're even in a relationship?"

Luther chuckled, "Oh, come on, Five. Even a blind man could see the way you two look at each other."

Five rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of amusement in his gaze as he glanced at (Y/n). "Well, it's a classic tale of heroism and damsel in distress," he quipped, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

(Y/n) nudged Five, a smirk playing at her lips. "Oh please, I think we both know who the real hero is in this story," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Luther stared at them weirdly. He never has seen Five act so sweetly. "Alright, alright, no need to get all mushy," he says, "But seriously, you guys make a good team."

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Five's lips as he glanced at (Y/n). "Yeah, I guess we do," he admitted, his voice tinged with warmth.

Once again, they sat in silence. With every passing moment, the weight of unspoken words grew heavier, filling the confined space with an almost palpable discomfort. The silence, once companionable, now pressed in from all sides, suffusing the atmosphere with an undeniable awkwardness that seemed to amplify with each passing second.

"You think they'll buy it?" Luther asked, his deep voice breaking the silence.

"Well, what I do know is that they're desperate," Five leaned back, his gaze focused on the street ahead, "It's like a cop losing his gun. If the Commission finds out, they'll be in deep shit ."

(Y/n) nodded in agreement from the backseat, her voice adding to the conversation. "And not to mention the fact that they'll be stuck here until they retrieve it."

Luther nodded. "Well, I should hold on to it." He says.

"Hm?" Both (Y/n) and Five looked at him questioningly.

"In case they make a move on you," he added.

(Y/n) swallowed a snicker, covering her mouth with her hand. How weak does he think Five is? Five looked at her briefly before looking back at Luther and then at the road ahead of them.