-Klaus X Dave- My Love Drug

Wearing Eyeliner In Times Of War

"That would be a great question to ask Five," I mumbled. Ben nodded and asked "Do you think Five could show up here and drag us out?"

I shook my head and sighed "No, war isn't a place for children, and he's technically a child. Plus, what would he want to do with us?"

"You sound like dad. Cheer up. Don't end up with those cold, dead eyes."

"I won't."

"Put on your eyeliner. It makes you look like you have a will to live."

I thought for a moment and said "But I do have a will to live. His name is Dave."

Ben nodded and we swung each other a high five like we did when we were children.

The only thing that made that time special was the fact that I actually felt him touch me. He squealed "Klaus did you feel that? I touched you! I did it!"

I tried to hug him but my arms went right through him. We laughed it off anyway.

"So I guess little Ben can play patty cakes, huh?"

That was when the nurse walked in.

"Hargreeves who the hell are you talking to?"

I stared at her for a second before muttering "It makes me feel better to pretend my dead brother is a ghost. It's just pretend, I'm perfectly fine."

She nodded and Ben asked "Am I really imaginary though?"

"Of course you're not," I responded, "You're just dead."

He nodded and sighed "At least I died in a dignified way."

His death was a bit of a touchy subject. I personally blame Moon Boy Luther for it. We all are responsible for it in some way I suppose. I always feel like we could have done something about it.

Ben was a shy kid. We all held him to standards that were over his head. One day when we were on a mission we made him fight a battle that was over his head. Luther was the one who pressured him the most. Luther was also frustrated with how Ben was performing that day. That ended up with Ben being took from us.

When we were able to get to his body his soul had been separated from it. His body had died, but Ben never went through any of the stages of dying apparently. He was dead though, and that was something he had a hard time accepting.

He also had a hard time accepting I was the only one who could see him.

The weirdest part of the whole thing was Ben's funeral. We were all dressed in black outside of the house. Everyone was crying, while I just looked at his body and then back at the ghost next to me. That was when I realized Ben's statue looked nothing like him.