Die With A Smile

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A boy with black inky hair in a central part mullet stood in front of a rehab center, leaning against a sleek black car. He wore a black turtleneck, dark gray slacks, and a light gray cardigan that was a size too big. Heeled boots shined with raindrops falling on the leather material with matching gloves over his slender hands. Along with black stud earrings that peeked through his thick hair.

His face had a smooth look to it with a beauty mark on the corner of his right eye. Bangs cast over his forehead and his long lashes cast downwards. As his slender fingers held a lit cigarette in between them.

The boy held a mysterious beauty, one that others dream of taking home with him. However, he's not that type of guy and prefers to stand clear from dating. His beauty held a poison like no other, many comparing it with the Lily of the Valley.

Hearing movement, his eyes fluttered open, revealing deep brown eyes. They immediately found the sight of a tall lanky man who gave him a drunken wave. He had short brown shaggy hair, black latex pants, a black cropped shirt, and a black coat with feathers on the sleeve holes. He held a wide smile as a hippie-like beard covered his chin.

The boy's hooded eyes stared at the man before dropping the cigarette and stepping on it. He then made a motion for the man to come, which he did with a skip. Once he was in front of the boy he was met with a slap to the back of his head.

"Ow! Nico that hurt! When are you going to stop doing that?" The man cried to the boy, Nico, who wasn't fazed as he opened the driver's door and entered the car.

"Don't act surprised, Klaus, you knew that was gonna happen. I'll stop doing that the moment you get sober for more than ten minutes." Nico sighed, making a motion with his head for the man, Klaus to get in. Klaus pouted but did what the boy asked, along with the black whispy shadow that situated itself in the back.

"But that's never gonna happen." Klaus whined, buckling his seatbelt before he leaned back in his seat.

"It'll happen one day, plus it didn't even hurt, don't be a baby."

"Yes, they do! You hit hard on purpose!"

Silence filled the pair as Nico began driving, the sky was dark and the air was cold. The boy rolled his eyes when he saw the man slipping a clear bag into his pocket. Klaus then began to go through the radio stations before one caught his attention.

"Breaking news. Moments ago, police reported the death of the most eccentric and reclusive billionaire. Sir, Reginald hargreeves died on March 21, 2019, in his home from a heart attack. There–"

Another moment of silence surfaced between the two before it was quickly cut off by Klaus. The man loudly laughed as he slapped his knee. Nico raised a brow at him but didn't stop the low chuckle from releasing past his lips.

"Looks like daddy dearest finally kicked the can." Klaus heaved, wiping a stray tear from his cheek. More giggles escaped his lips but he pressed his lips together to hold it together.

"Seems so...Guess I'll be making a detour to your old family home." Nico sighed, turning the steering wheel to make a U-turn.

"You should meet the others, they're gonna love you. It'll be perfect since the old gang is going to be in one spot. Just like old times." Klaus said, playing with the small trinkets from the gloves department. At his words, Nico raised an uninterested brow.

"And why would I want to do that? You're going to a funeral, a family function to grieve. No matter how much your father was a piece of shit." The boy reminded but was met with silence. Knowing Klaus' silence is never a good pair with him. Taking his eyes off the road, Nico turned to the man and was met with the said man foaming at the mouth, the small baggie in his hand.

"Jeez." A tired sigh left the boy's lips and began making another detour to the nearest hospital.