Hate, Friendship, Love - five hargreeves

TWO

AN: Just trust me on this one, it's slow, I know, but I promise Y/n and Five will have some interesting interactions very soon. Ask me any questions, I don't mind. And, enjoy! Xx

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She'd done much watching and waiting today, and this moment wasn't any different. Still wearing her black leggings and a black long-sleeved shirt that blended her into the night, Y/n observed him inside of a doughnut shop. The wall of windows on the outside gave her the perfect view of him.

He hadn't changed one bit.

The shop was practically empty, minus an employee, an older man, and him. He sat next to the counter, wearing his old Umbrella Academy uniform and she couldn't help but laugh - as soon as she'd turned 18, Y/n had burned all of her uniforms. In fact, she set alight her whole wardrobe.

Y/n's gaze flitted from him to a dark figure, presumably holding a tracking devise, pointing directly into Griddy's Doughnuts. This sparked her interest.

Soon, he was the only customer left in the shop and a group of armed men entered.

Y/n fled from the rooftop and hid behind a parked car, remaining in the shadows. She watched as they surrounded him, who was still drinking from a mug, one man pointing a gun at the very unphased boy.

He quickly seized a knife and blinked, impaling a few men causing the ricocheting of copious bullets. The men faltered, some collapsing and others anxiously waiting for his next strike.

She hadn't seen him in action for 17 years. This was exhilarating to watch.

He flashed onto a table, casually laying on his side and spitting an insult. They fired rapidly but he was already gone. The continuous fire was rather loud, and Y/n predicted it wouldn't be long before the police came knocking.

The next she saw of him, he was on the outside of the door, grabbing the attention of one man and saluting before vanishing. All the men in the shop, Y/n could tell were on edge. Their weapons remained raised to their shoulders while they weaved around the tables and fallen chairs.

He appeared beside a man, stabbing a wooden spear into his side before blinking. He broke the next man's neck using his tie and pierced another in the groin with a pencil.

They were all failing their task one by one.

She could hear the agonising screams, shouts, and groans escaping through the shattered glass door.

He was committing a mass murder. Snapping necks, battering, blatant and cold-hearted murder.

She was only surprised when he severed the skin on his arm with a knife and rummaged his fingers under the surface to retrieve a tracker. Y/n turned away, grimacing, and gagging a little.

The deaths of the men had been obvious, expected. But the gore of blood, she couldn't bare - even if she'd witness much being spilt in her life.

It wasn't long before he collected himself and exited the building, the look on his face both smug and proud. The bravery or rather stupidity he always wore.

Nothing had changed.

Y/n left then, she was getting quite tired and strained from using her powers so much recently. She ran to the abandoned boathouse on the side of the city and flew up into the broken window. She gathered herself in preparation for tonight and pulled the scrappy blanket she'd acquired up to her shoulders.

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Vanya was exhausted when she pulled her keys from her pockets and unlocked the door to her flat. The whole day had been such a drain and seeing her siblings once more was starting to take its toll.