This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things//Five Hargreeves

Chapter 8 - You Break Them

My white knuckled hands clenched around the handle of my umbrella as I walked outside with the rest of my family. And Five.

He had made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me so that's what I would give him. I scuffed to the outer edge of the group and stood to the right of Klaus. To my dismay, Five walked around to the other side of Klaus, a little closer than I'd have liked him to be.

The rain was pouring down on our group, making me wonder if this was really the best time to scatter the ashes. I don't think it is.

Grace came to stand with the group and looked around at all of our melancholic faces. Smiling, she asked, "Did something happen?"

Allison looked at her, concerned and dumbfounded. "Dad died. Remember?"

It was like she wasn't even there. She had been a little off since Dad's death, but it had all been easily dismissable. This was different. How badly had this affected her?

Something seemed to click in her head, and her smile turned to a frown. "Oh. Yes, of course."

"Is Mom ok?" Allison asked. The question was directed more to Diego and I than anyone else. Diego had always been the closest with her, and I had been with her during the events as of late.

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge." Diego spoke up.

I heard the click of a lighter beside me and turned to Klaus with a frown. A cigarette was placed in his mouth.

"Klaus!" I whisper yelled. I took the cigarette from him and stomped it out on the ground. "Now is not the time to be getting high."

"Seems about as good as anytime." he replied, retrieving and placing a new cigarette in between his lips. I sighed and shook my head in disbelief as I brought my attention back to the rest of the group.

My eyes however fell upon Five who seemed to have been watching the interaction with minimal interest. I glared at him in a what-are-you-looking-at manner. He scowled at me before returning his unimpressed gaze back to the group and I did the same. The exchange, however, didn't go unnoticed by Klaus. He chuckled into his cigarette before blowing out a big puff of smoke.

Pogo walked towards the center of our group to direct his attention to Luther. "Whenever you're ready, dear boy.

Luther hesitates. I know he's not ready to let go of Dad. Luther looked up to him as much as I did, maybe even more. He literally went to the moon and back for him. If I were him, I don't know what I would do with myself. Dad was his whole life.

He slowly looks down at the urn then steps forward and awkwardly extends his arm, tipping the ashes into a sad pile. Everything about today's events were lopsided, but then again it's about as coordinated as any Hargreeves reunion could be.

I grimace at the depressing lack of ceremony, biting my lower lip. The rain continued to fall. The sound filled the awkward silence enveloping our small crowd.

Luther looked around at us. "Probably would've been better with some wind."

No shit.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo said, attempting to fill in the silence. He was met with more silence. "Very well. In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master, and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy–"

"He was a monster." Diego interrupted.

I scoff loudly, disbelief washing over my face as I turn to Diego. I can't believe him right now. Dad just died and this is how he wants to handle this. He couldn't just let us have one nice moment to commemorate Dad? I swear to god, I'm going to pummel his ass.