𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 || FIVE HARGREEVES ||

35

~• valhalla •~

"What does y/n have to do with this?"

~•~

"you can come out now" five teased, resisting the urge to just end lila right then and there, putting pressure on her neck with his foot, the handler walked out of one of the many corners of the abandoned building him and lila were currently fighting at, he was winning of course.

"well done" the handler complimented, the smell of her cigar filled the room as of the sounds of her heels "you figured it out" she continued, amused at five's cleverness.

"well it wasn't very hard" he paused "she fights like everyone of you commission drones" looking down at lila who was trying to look at the handler for help, feeling her wind pipes closing up soon.

"no matter, here we are- together again" the handler paused to puff out the smoke from her cigar "i gotta ask: did you miss me you little shit?" she asked sarcastically, receiving a glare from five while lila was laughing maniacally, coughing out when five added pressure once more on her throat "you got a good nose"

what does that have to do with anything?

"you know planting her in a psych ward- taking advantage of my simpleton brother-" five continued to put pressure on her throat to the point that lila was gasping for air "that was smart" he complimented with frustration, the last words coming out like a whisper.

"well, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree"

.....WHAT THE FUCK, five turned to the handler with a shock and disturbed look on his face "she's your-"

"daughter" the handler finished his sentence, well more of a question with a smile "yes" she confirmed "and she's my only one so i'd appreciate if you didn't crush her wind pipe" they both looked down at the struggling lila before five took his foot off the brunette girl.

lila caught her breath as she stood up "i am so gonna enjoy killing you someday.." she threatened, smiling at five, receiving a smirk back from him.

"lila darling, would you give us a minute please?" the handler requested.

"ah yes, the grown-ups need to talk" five agreed, watching lila roll her eyes and walk away from him and her mother, tossing a can out of frustration on her way out, once lila was officially out of eavesdrop, five turned to the handler "what is it you want?"

"do you like jazz five?" the handler dropped her cigar and stepped on it.

"i'd rather lick a cheese grater"

the handler let out a soft hum before walking behind five "jazz.. like a beautiful woman- like your little number eight hm?" she teased before continuing "complex, emotional, hard to please- she doesn't just give it to you, she makes you work for it"

the uniformed boy sighed in annoyance, thinking that this is just a waste of time "im really hoping that you're going somewhere with this" he said, trying to speed things up.

"under my leadership, the commission would sound more like... jazz" the handler visualized before dancing around.

"and what about the board of directors?" the boy reminded.

"well that's where you and your little number eight comes in" the handler grinned, booping five's nose teasingly.

"nope, no it isn't" he tried to play along but bluntly and obviously declined.