In Case You Didn't Know

01

In a rehab center, Klaus let out a sigh as he got off his bed and said to his bunk mate, "Hey, you, stay strong. I believe in you. Okay?" He pointed to another. "You, not so much." They both chuckled.

"Bye, Klaus. We'll see you soon, Klaus," the man said.

Klaus walked to the front and was handed a chip as the attendant said, "Stay sober."

"Mm," Klaus hummed.

As he left, he noticed his friend and grinned. "You're out too?"

Kaja nodded. "Good behavior does have it's rewards. Now, what shall we do with our newfound freedom?"

"I was thinking of going home."

"Home? But that place was miserable for you."

Klaus shrugged. "Home is home, you know?"

"With you there's always something."

"You caught me. Wanna come with me and find out?"

"I have nothing better to do and nowhere to go, so why the hell not."

The two made their way to the Hargreeves' mansion and Kaja followed Klaus into an office.

Klaus began searching frantically. "Where's the cash, Dad?" Drawers clattered. "Where's the cash?"

"Klaus?" a woman called. "What are you doing in here? Who's your friend?"

"Oh! Allison! Wow, is that you? This is my friend Kaja. Hey, come here. Long time. Too long. Hey, I was hoping to see you, actually, because I wanted to get your autograph. Add it to my collection!"

"Just out of rehab?"

"No, no. No, no, no, no. No. I'm done with all that." He let out a sigh. "I just came down here to prove to myself that the old man was really gone with support from my best friend. And he is! He's dead. Yeah! You know how I know? Because if he were alive, not one of us would be allowed to set foot in this room. He was always in here, our whole childhood, plotting his next torment, right?" He chuckled. "Remember how he used to look at us? That scowl? Thank Christ he's not our real father so we couldn't inherit those cold, dead eyes!" he screamed. He chuckled as he imitated his father, sitting down in the chair. "Number Three!"

"Get out of his chair," a man demanded.

"Oh, wow, Luther! Wow, you really, uh... You really filled out over the years, huh?"

Kaja turned to see a man with absurdly broad shoulders.

"Klaus."

"Save the lecture. I was already leaving. Kaja was too. You guys can talk amongst yourselves." He chuckled softly.

"Drop it."

"Ex-squeeze me?"

"Do it. Now."

"All right. All right. It's just an advance on our inheritance! That's all it is. No need to get your little panties in a bunch."

Klaus and Kaja left the room, leaving Allison and Luther alone. Klaus made his way to the bar and Kaja sat down on the couch.

Eventually, the siblings gathered together, and Kaja chose to join them.

Luther glanced at his siblings. "So, I figured we could hold the funeral at Dad's favorite spot."

Allison frowned. "Dad had a favorite spot?"

Luther seemed puzzled at the confusion he was getting. "Yeah, you know, under the oak tree. We used to sit there all the time. You guys never did that?"